Moving Day ... a poem

Moving Day

Packed up all my bags

Boxed up all my belongings

Started to take old keepsakes

but stopped as I recalled the memories:

I can't take the heartache

I must leave the lies

I gotta trash time wasted

and donate indecision

I kicked fear to the curb

as the movers arrived--

the professionals, the friends, the wise ones who have moved on before--

and they helped me carefully carry only the things that mattered

I've found a new home--

The rooms are filled with peace

Contentment's in the carpet

Happiness is in the hardwood

Laughter's in the hallways, the yard

Courage is its curb appeal

I won't put old wine in new wineskins

Only the best Pinot Noir and Chardonnay

I'm on my way to restoration

It's on the other side of moving day.

-cdw-

1/18/16

Clips & Clicks ... a poem

Clips & Clicks
I couldn't watch the video
I didn't want to see
bullets riddled in his back
The man stumble to his knees

I couldn't watch the playful child
Unsuspecting in the park
A bullet point blank in his head
His life fading to dark

Has violence become so normalized?
We feed off 15-second clips
of gunshot blasts and gunshot wounds
People dying, click after click

Has murder become so second nature?
We do not even flinch
to pull the trigger and kill a nigger
An automatic reflex

A simple flick of the wrist.

-cdw-
01/20/16