M.. BERRYANN Poems
|4.||A Waste Of Space||2/8/2013|
|5.||And A Tombstone||3/1/2013|
|7.||A Hasty Funeral Arrangement||3/18/2013|
|8.||Amid The Lights||3/18/2013|
|9.||Working On My Crazy||4/25/2013|
|10.||4 Days Of Rain||5/4/2013|
|14.||It’s A Crazy World We Wake To||5/4/2013|
|17.||24 Hours To Live||5/4/2013|
|19.||The Mimosa Tree||3/18/2013|
|20.||A Sunday Morning Love Song||3/18/2013|
|21.||(gun Control Poems) An Innocent Bystander||12/25/2012|
(gun Control Poems) An Innocent Bystander
Had a long chat with a hand gun today,
Quite a misunderstood fellow,
He said he had so much he wanted to say,
Shockingly meek and mellow,
Parted with two bullets yesterday,
The others were home feeling yellow,
Bullets long to be lead astray,
Their chance to jump out and bellow.
With bullets as friends who needs enemies?
Handgun was somewhat amused,
Mumbled about weak peace treaties,
Insisted his family were used,
Cried for JFK's and King's memories,
John Lennon still had him bemused,
I avoided World War inquiries,
Locked him and he...
How are the classrooms where you live?
Are the little red bricks secretly shifting?
Have they accumulated too much debt to forgive?
Left their descendants indignantly drifting?
And how are your cathedrals and their gods?
Heavily advertising for their existence?
And where are the rains and the lightning rods?
Lost in the message like electrical resistance?