DEMENTED

He came from nowhere…
A nobody that nobody knew
What created the rage…
For what else can you call it
That brought a torrent of lead
Raining down upon a festival?
That he was sick…unquestioned
But what do we do now?
It’s still not time to talk about it?
The elephant in the room…
The insanity of guns being
Accessible even to the insane
Driven by the makers…
Purveyors of instruments of death
And the sickness that for too many
Happiness is a warm gun…
And for others…it’s only money
All forgetting the value of life

© 2017 Robert Mihaly
 
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WAITING TILL THE END

We’ve been warned
The seas are rising
And as we refuse to see
The writing on the wall
We risk ever greater loss
We build our lives in
Precarious places…
Prone to disasters
Natural or not…
One day it will be
Too late…will we
Get a clue and
Leave behind a
Precarious existence
Or evacuate on the run?
Human nature says
It’s the latter
 

©  2016 Robert Mihaly

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Prompt: “EVACUATION” POEM

DON’T YOU SEE A PATTERN?

I’m looking at the TV
And wondering why
Anyone thinks what we see
Is just weather…nothing unusual
Just keep walking…
Nothing to see?
How many 100-year storms
Can we have before the name
Becomes meaningless?
Already? Yeah…I agree…
As pieces of houses
Wash out to sea…
And those who won’t agree
Are invested in the status quo…
Don’t you see a pattern?

 

©  2016 Robert Mihaly

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Prompt: “PATTERN” POEM

BE PREPARED

Like a ghost it came…
I would have been
Safe moments before
Free of worry…
But no longer did I feel safe
I know it sounds a bit
Unbelievable, but I felt
As if the wind had
Delivered a knockout punch
Even a check of the weather
Couldn’t have foreseen it…
Just imagine a huge punch
To a punching bag
Changing the shape…
Yet I was in a balloon
And the “fist” was a wind gust
Likely it was a collapsing cloud
That was the cause…
I learned that day
To expect the unexpected
And what else could I do?
You have to be prepared

 

Prompt: USE AT LEAST 3 OF THE FOLLOWING 6 WORDS:

GHOST CRACK FREE HAND CHECK KNOW

NOT A QUITTER, BUT…

How do you know
When it’s a lost cause?
Nobody loves a quitter…
But when you’ve
Worked to the bone
And it never improved
Does it make any sense
To continue…do
More of the same?
Honestly…it seems
A waste of time…
What do you get but
Frustration and pain
And likely just washing
Your life down the drain?

©  2016 Robert Mihaly

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Prompt: “STRUGGLE” POEM

LAISSEZ LES BONS TEMPS ROULER

Though I’ve been
To New Orleans
A couple times
I’ve never been
To Mardi Gras…
That would seem
Like something
For a “bucket list”…
But though I agree
With the philosophy
Laissez les bons temps rouler
I know there are other
And for me…better ways
To let the good times roll…
Perhaps some day I’ll go
But it’s still not on my list…
I can enjoy NOLA on any day
More than a city…it’s a state of mind

©  2016 Robert Mihaly

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Prompt: write a “let the good times roll” poem