O say salted Cap’n
As you steered her out nice
Having stolen the helm
Did your first mate fend all for her own
As you bellowed charter
In the galley that eve’
Did your keen eagle eye keep the course
As your senses took leave
Of pirates you perceived
Did you throw your bounty overboard
Reluctant to berth
Determined to tread
With bronzed, coppered skin
And hanging within
The cast, iron heart
Forged just for your Hand
That Hope
From East to West
Proved up
Makes dry land
A gun in his hand
A gun in his hand
Hate put a gun in his hand
Taught to fear
Classmates he held dear
He’s eight with a gun in his hand
I will inject fear
Into my everyday eyes
I’ll become immune
Ode To Mrs. Roosevelt: A Haiku (1)
there are books in my bed
they remind and renew
the wealth of knowledge
and the hard wonder toothere are books at my feet
by my side, in my heart
i long to feel fear
of their danger and artand this book in my hand
that is covered in dust
it speaks to my soul
with a passion I trust
I turned the corner
And decided I was thrilled
At the fear I felt
Your name could tickle
So I bid you, say it
Out loud in darkest inkAt the right angle
My breath you’d strangle
Yet of you I smile and think
Then in rolled the fog
Consuming not just in jest
All fear that it faced
Nothing? Don’t say it.
It’s everything, this, your breath.
Courage and fear merged.
Fear is amazing
It extinguishes The Fire
That isn’t The Plan
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