February Moon
The Moon
rises
Staring
like the lidless
Eye of a
dragon
Peering
over the fence
Staring
into my bedroom
This
would have given
The
ancients pause
Most
wondrous eye from
Another
world
Peering
onto our realm
Serpentine stare
Glaring
from above
Impossible to look away
Such
harshness rarely seen
Soon the
Moon will
Resume
its milky glow
The light
a reverie
Meant to
soothe a
Tortured
soul
Karen Bowles
**********
Mr.
Leonid I. Breshnev
December
19, 1906
November
9, 1982
Old
warrior laid to rest.
Your star
shown bright
You did
your best.
Another will take your
place until
We use
you up and stop this race
To
certain explosive end.
Old
warrior laid to rest.
Hated or
feared
We honor
you with accolade and
caissons.
Goose stepping soldiers in
slow motion,
All in
stride, no emotion.
Guns are
drawn and the salute.
Armored
cars and tanks,
Jet
planes overhead.
Another
old warrior is dead.
Margaret Miller
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