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A sunny day…a poem about death

Police, Cop, Police Uniforms

and when death comes
in might be
on a sunny afternoon
when everything seems fine
until suddenly you
can’t breath
because your
hands are zipped
behind your back
and there’s a knee
pressing against your
throat
and
then
on that bright
sunny day
with people
shouting
he can breath
it’s all
over
and
you’re
someplace
else
someplace
you didn’t expect
to visit so soon
and the country
you are no longer
a part of
bursts into
RAGE
and
FLAMES
and
people
begin to
WAKE UP
and
FINALLY
start to
FIGHT
BACK

Pictures are worth thousands of words…12 photographs

 

  1.  latimes.com
  2. abc7news.com
  3. staradvertiser.com
  4. myrecordjournal.com
  5. abc7news.com
  6. Washingtonpost.com
  7. mydailynews.com
  8. timesfreepress
  9. mercurynews.com
  10. hotnewhiphop.com
  11. azdailysun.com
  12. capradio.org
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If smoking kills 480,000 EVERY YEAR IN THE UNITED STATES…YES…EVERY SINGLE YEAR…why are cigarettes still sold? Oh, yeah, the tobacco companies, along with the NRA, own the government. Of course that’s the reason. Apparently they don’t care how many people die, as long as they make money. Those numbers don’t come close to those of the virus, what’s going on?

Cigarette, Tobacco, Nicotine, Cigar

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480,000 people die in the United States, EACH YEAR, from smoking…41,000 of those are from second hand smoke and no one even stops them from smoking…so tell me again about the Covid virus?

Cigarette, Smoking, Ash, Tobacco

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Sweet Maggie is no longer with us. This was taken when she was a puppy. She was loved very, very, much and she will be missed.

DEATH…a poem

Grave, Graveyard, Cemetary, Milan, Italy

Death
doesn’t seem nearly so
SCARY
until you think
She might just stop by for
YOU

Sometimes…

Pair, Couple, Togetherness, Together, Connectedness

sometimes
when a person is gone
FOREVER
you can still feel
HIM
next to you
and you listen
for his
VOICE
but all you ever really hear
is
SILENCE

Death…

It’s weird.  People are here, and then they’re not.  They’re just NOT.  In a world where we can be in contact with EVERYONE on the entire planet, we can’t be in touch with those who leave us for good.

Surely, someone can invent an internet that reaches the dead.  How hard can it be?  Today’s kids are smart.  They grew up with the internet, they should be able to do it.

I suppose it will happen eventually.  Not right away, but eventually.  Unless there’s nothing after death.  That would be a major glitch, to say the least.

Truthfully, if they were able to develop something like that, would people spend their lives communicating with the dead, instead of interacting with the living?  Some would.  So, even if it could be done, it would probably be a bad idea.  Think about it.  People people already pay more attention to their phones than they do to each other.

Anyway, she left, with her kids and some of her siblings around her. She was loved and appreciated.

You know that thing some people have with each other.  That thing where you can be somewhere and just look at each other and know exactly what the other person is thinking…that’s why you looked in the first place…because you knew what was going through the other persons mind?  We had that.  I’ll miss it.  I’ll miss her.

Text messge…

“Mom’s driving her van and her dog in a different dimension.”  So my friend is gone from this place.  She must be so happy to be free.

Reality…a poem for my husband

Farewell, Say Goodbye, Bye, Road, Shield

your eyes were closed
your breathing ragged
you were getting ready
to leave
to go where I couldn’t follow
so I gave you everything
I knew I would no longer need
once you were gone
I put everything into a little pile
then wrapped my heart
around it
and pressed it into
your beautiful chest
so wherever you are now
the best parts of me
are still with you

 

 

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