Poems by Ladykat
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The Destroyers
Evil descended that horrific day
The hate-filled miasma had a purpose
It chose its puppets well.
They proclaimed themselves The Destroyers
And they came forth wreaking havoc,
Cold purpose in their eyes, a malignant agenda
in their hearts.
And the evil spoke to them, choosing the brightest
and the loveliest of souls for victims.
They proclaimed themselves the future, the
voice of tomorrow,
making its vicious mark upon the world.
Amongst the cacophony of violence, cries of
despair and agony
were uttered
Thoughts of "why" reverberated everywhere.
Buddha, Ghandi, Martin Luther King, Jesus,
is it all for nothing?
And the evil sat back and softly laughed, thinking
it had won.
So sure and smug hate would be fought with
hate
But the evil made a grave underestimation that
day.
The voices rang out loud and true:
"You are not the voice of our age."
"We denounce you as cowards, not destroyers
as you claimed."
"We do not understand, but will make
something positive of
this tragedy!"
"We choose love not senseless
violence."
"We say, NO MORE!"
Rest in peace beautiful souls.
Crossroads
The weary traveler stopped at the
fork in the road.
Confused and torn as to which
way she should go.
'Should I stay
or should I go?'
Turning around and going back was
certainly no option.
But a decision soon needed to
be made.
'Should I stay
or should I go?'
Remaining would be nice, familiar
and comfortable.
Going would be frightening, but
yet challenging.
'Should I stay
or should I go?'
The ticking of the clock could
be audibly heard.
Settling for complacency or experiencing
the adventure.
'Should I stay
or should I go?
Seedling
The gardener placed the precious
seedling
in the carefully tilled ground.
She stepped back to view her work
and was very proud of what she
had done.
She tended her little seedling
with love
and it thrived and grew.
She protected it from the harsh
elements as
best she could and the seedling
became a sapling.
She continued to care for the sapling
and with the passing of time it
had become a strong oak.
The gardener had not noticed how
the years
just rolled by and was now amazed
at what she saw.
She gazed up at the tree, remembering
when
it had been just a small seedling.
And the wind softly rustled the
leaves
of the mighty oak.
Leaves whispering, 'thank you,
I will survive'
and the gardener wiped a tear
and smiled.
Baby Talk
What are you thinking
when you look
at me
with your
big blue eyes?
I
love you, Mommy, you are my world!
What are you
saying
when you coo
to me
with your
bow-shaped mouth?
I
am hungry, Mommy, you need to feed me!
What are you
dreaming
when you softly
sigh
with your
gentle breath?
I
have had a rough day, Mommy, you made it bearable!
Love you, my
precious boy!
Love
you too, Mommy!
Poems: Copyright © Ladykat 1999. All
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