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Saving the Moon

Three chaps went a boating

On a summer night

Thinking they were on their way

To catch a few big fish

Not knowing they would

Actually save

The moon from a frightful plight

They were drifting with the tide

On a calm sea

Under a star filled sky

Wondering why

No moon was in sight

When they saw a gentle glow

Filling the waves below

They moved closer and closer

To the gentle light

Talking and laughing

As they went

Until the source of the glow

Came clearly into view and

Curiosity gave way to alarm

As they recognized the harm

Suddenly they could see

The moon had fallen into the drink

And was obviously on the brink

Of becoming extinct

Without hope of pulling itself out

The waves slowly rolling in

Unable to swim

It’s light was fading

Fading

Fading

Reacting quickly

The tall chap stood up

Waved his hat in greeting

Called directions to the others

They followed his orders

And lickety split

Grabbed a casting net

The moon started smiling

Hope renewed

It was watching itself be saved

By an unlikely crew

They got the net in place

Forming a make shift sling

They heave hoed and

The tall chap watched

Through his telescope

As the moon was

Slingshotted

Back into space

A big smile on it’s face

As it settled back into place

Far above the earth

Secure once more

And full of light

Thankful to be free

Of the perilous plight

Once again shining bright

For all the world to see

Vowing never again to try and learn

What it would be like to catch a fish

That would just have to remain

A forever wish

E.A. Fussell

06.17.2020

Words are inside you

Pickup a pen and write

Or a pencil or a crayon

Or a computer or a phone

Just do it

Don’t worry about

What the rules say

Don’t worry about your spelling

Don’t worry about anything

Just let the words flow

Or pull them out from under

The place they are anchored

In your soul

Words set us apart

From every other creature created

Words are powerful

Words are beautiful

Even when they are ugly

Words need to be released

To express themselves

To paint pictures in our imagination

To save lives

To end relationships

To celebrate friendships

To meet strangers

To be seen and heard and used

Words are the most important tool

We have in advancing humanity

Silent words

Will eventually leave you

Don’t betray what you thought

But were unable to say

When you stuff words down

They will make you ill

They will trouble your mind

Unused words will leave you

With an ache no pill can find

Words were made to be used

Use yours

Display them on a blank page

You will be amazed to see

What you have to say

If you let yourself

Express yourself

Emotions

Thoughts

Ideas

For your eyes only

Or for the world

It doesn’t matter

Just write

Write

Write

Let your words create

Good, bad

Colorful, plain

Important, silly

Sane, insane

What do you have to say

Are you filled with hate

Or hope

What wants to come forth

Through you

Bright light

Or the darkest darkness

Emotions, feelings, thoughts

Ranging across the spectrum

Of being human

The greatest of these

Love

It doesn’t matter what

You have to say

Or maybe

It does

E.A. Fussell

06.18.2020

Politically Correct is not for me

You won’t see me kneeling

In protest of the latest outrage

You won’t see me giving any race

Special favor

You won’t see me giving up

My gun

You won’t see me disrespecting

The American flag

You will see me going to work

Every day

You will see me kneeling

To pray

You will see me treating everyone

Fairly

You will see me using my gun

At target practice or hunting

You will see me respecting

The American flag

You will see me living my life

The way I choose, not you

E.A. Fussell

O6.17.2020

Perilous Peace

The paths of our journey are different

On occasion our paths may cross

But not converge

If we meet at a crossing

May it be a non-eventful exchange

Each respecting

The other’s differences

Neither requiring the other

To change their beliefs

Yes

A peaceful passing

That is my hope

But

Make no mistake

If you choose to engage in attack

On my beliefs

With your beliefs and opinions

My double edged sword stands

Always ready to be unsheathed

E.A. Fussell

06.12.2020

Being

I am not ashamed of being

Christian

I am not ashamed of being

White

I am not ashamed of being

American

I am not ashamed of being

Female

I am not ashamed of being

Southern

I am not ashamed of being

Human

Stop asking me to be ashamed

E.A. Fussell

06.10.2020

Awareness

Summer hiking starts soon
It’s one of my favorite things to do
I am aware of nature’s dangers
Losing my footing
Falling down hills
Encountering wild creatures
In their natural habitat
As I innocently invade it
Yes, venomous snakes are there
Somewhere
I try not to think about them
Until some well meaning soul
Reminds me to beware
And suddenly I see them
Everywhere
Even when
They aren’t even there

E.A. Fussell
6.10.2020

Senseless provocation

Death

Why should one persons life

Be considered

More valuable than another

Why should one persons death

Be considered more atrocious

Than another

Life is intrinsically valuable

Regardless of what an individual

Chooses to do with it

Regardless of the circumstances

An individual is born into

Death is atrocious

Regardless of it’s circumstances

Or cause

Death is a wicked thief

Always stealing something

From someone

Be it the dead

Or those left alive

Who have to deal with

The death of the dead

Time slips away as

Emotions spin out of control

For what

All of the screaming

All of the crying

All of the love

All of the hate

Will not bring one soul back to life

Will not right the wrong

Why do we allow death to matter

So much

Especially if we are strangers

To the dead

Death is inevitable, unavoidable

Life is avoided

If we are preoccupied

With death

Let the dead bury the dead

Let the living make a better life

E.A. Fussell

06.09.2020

Spinning

The media record plays

Over and over

Round and round

Telling us what to think

Telling us what to scream

Ignorant souls vying for

The next big story

Painting illusions

To grab our attention

Sensationalizing the smallest things

Until they no longer satisfy

Our need to hear dirt

To roll around in it

Like swine in a trough

Hungry for the next batch of slop

The media pours it on

Graduating to bigger things

Manufactured mobs

Stirred by the spinning media record

Playing never ending slurs

Against humanity

And still we eagerly listen

As their filth tickles our ears

E.A. Fussell

06.08.2020