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Is a poem
also a short story
but in a language
of a different complexion
about life
in every unique facet
and phase
its mystery, poignancy
its joys and tears
its sorrows and tragedy?

Every poem then
is a plot
the poet charts
his territory
where man looks
at himself, at others
at the world and universe
in awe and wonder
in fear and terror
in clarity or ambiguity-
the human heart
he explores
nothing escapes
his unflinching scrutiny-

verily
a poem
is a short story.
It's 3am

I'm on the phone
No one's awake and I'm alone

It's 3am

The radio's on
Songs are played on lonely station

It's 3am

I'm in my bed
My eyes are open and sleep has fled

It's 3am

I'm on the balcony
The sky is dark and just quite scary

It's 3am

Some windows have lights
Could they also not sleep tonight

It's 3am

I'm still awake
When will life ever give me a break
Insomniac nights are the worst. And it's been going on like this for quite awhile.
Since Parkland Florida many are taking a stand
against senseless violence, and such
Yet I still wonder,
When are parents going to start being parents,
And securing their guns
and weapons?
When are parents going to start taking
responsibility for their actions?


When are parents going to begin
making things right,
And teach their children to use their brains,
and solve their differences
with communication,
and if all else fails
never bring a gun to a fist fight?

When are parents going to start being parents?
Cause last time I checked being a parent was more
than just kissing a child goodnight
Being a parent meant being responsible
and taking responsibility
for all the wrongs a parent needs to make right
Of course there are many wonderful
and responsible parents in our society
As well as some who need to work
on their parenting skills
You

Are
My
Phantom
Pain

My
Missing
Limb

The
Piece
I
Just
Can’t
Find

The
Friend
I
Lost
Along
The
Way

One
Day
There

As
Dear
As
Ever

Unt­il
The
Call
Took
You

Suddenly
Quickly
Spirited
Away

Put
Your
Beautiful
Soul

Into

A

Five-sided granite box

With
Windows
Going
Nowhere

So
Everyone
Can
Watch

The
Politics
****
You

Fast
As
****

Slow
As
Creeping­
Wood
Rot

I
Mourn

The
Loss

Of
Another
Good
Friend
 Feb 2018 Ronell Warren Alman
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Darkness drapes the night
Cold and thin, with a clear sky
An advent of stars

Stars made from the dust
of bones left from the fabric
of the universe

Universe expands
Dry and brittle marrow falls
Winter pitiless
February's crescent moon adorns the sky
like a lovely golden pendant one wears
on prom night with that special guy
O' crescent moon, O' crescent moon
leaves all the girls and guys dreamin'
With thoughts of those lazy days in June
when sleeping under diamond stars
and a crystal moon was heaven
wish the waves
moved like your mouth;
speaks to me
like the crash of water
upon the shore.

drunk on you
like water to wine
and i watch your words form
in the waves.
City life surprises
every second
every day
alarms alarming,
lights flashing,
and sirens startling,
and sometimes
a Smile
A genuine smile
makes city life
surprises complete
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