Frankly it was summer
and hot. Air wouldn’t move and fences were blocked so no one could enter even if you didn’t want to go inside.
I did. I wanted to see
what his world had been like, all hundred or more years of it. There he was, a stone general frozen in thought astride a white mount blackened by time.
weighed upon him, I am sure of it. Please the family, children need bread, a new nation cannot breathe without a leader.
Easy enough to live
on a peaceful farm, ignore the critics and haters, ones who shame into leadership those who might win.
Oh, cousin, why did
we fight to defend a way of life gone for the ages, too radical for our time, but not yours.
Conflict need come
to an end, they say, no war between us or remains of vast valleys full of blood, soldiers no more, only crosses on a hill.
You watch from atop
your loyal stead new soldiers who never learned history, nor learned from it, mistakes made and lives lost, teach anew.
They do not listen,
nor will they know that you remain a leader teaching lessons from your day, remind them of wrongs gone by, not wiped away, remembered for a reason.
Dear cousin, show them
from your Traveler’s perch so no one will forget, that our battles from home to home, brother to brother must surely end.
–Victoria Emmons, 2017
America, Challenges, Family, Forgiveness, Hate, Musings, Patriotism, poems, Poetry, Tolerance, War, Will
family, Hate, lesson, life, poems, soldiers, survival, war
Aug · 16
Cries from a bleacher
Fan of a different stripe
Hoots and waves
Shouts to the team
Shout and Shot easy to misspell
Hate not as easy to dispel
Hate upon a field of play
Play just for fun
Play no more, run and hide
Hide and seek metal
Metal that flies
Flesh and blood
Second on to third
Third straight to home run
Run for your life
Pursuit of happiness.
Pledge of Allegiance.
Round the bases
Hot dogs, beer
Fans who cheer
My Country ‘Tis of Thee
Innocence lost in uncivil
discourse, lost to ugly shouts
When shots rang out.
–Victoria Emmons, 2017
Baseball, Challenges, death, hunt, poems, Poetry, Sports, suburbs, Terrorism, Tolerance, War
Baseball, Fear, grief, guns, poem, politics, Terrorism
Jun · 17
Music chimes a peaceful note from the mouths of children
waving palm fronds to signal triumphant goodness,
line a welcome path for the Master .
Peace be with you.
Tears of joy blend with splattered crimson pews upended
in a rubble of hatred permeating empty minds
determined to crush freedom.
Cry for Egypt.
Red palms scatter the ancient floor of life, open palms
never to breathe again, nailed to a cross of
faith, hope and love.
Cry for the world.
–Victoria Emmons, 2017
Challenges, Children, death, Easter, Egypt, Forgiveness, Grief, Hate, Love, Musings, Poetry, Terrorism, War
Easter, Egypt, faith, peace, Terrorism
Apr · 17
First placed in a dresser drawer
Migrated to a shoebox
Burgeoned to a steamer trunk
Hidden away in a space in the wall
Letters kept safe over 50 years
Uncovered in a renovation
Home owners open them one by one
The story of two lovers unfolding on paper
Over time, through wars, marriage
And children born and died, the letters
Filled with life and hidden passion
Secrets that only lovers share
Those who discover the musings
Seek to find the children, now grown,
With no inkling of correspondence
Between mother and father, letters
Revealing struggles, patience, deep love
And devotion one to the other
Email is not wrapped in purple ribbon
Nor kept in a dresser drawer, perhaps
An iCloud drawer to be savored later
Or uncovered like Ashley Madison clients,
Not quite the same as thin Air Mail paper
With the familiar red, white and blue logo
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children, couples, family, Letters, life, love, memories, poems, poetry, thoughts, writing
Sep · 06
Sweaters too large conceal self-control
About to deteriorate into a pool of blood
Razor sharp threats pierce the softness
Barking orders to run and hide away
Run and hide away while you watch
From a distance, your height in charge
Of keeping calm and stone-faced despite
A crumbling world of madmen and goons
Madmen and goons shake the very core
Of what is goodness, charity, love, hope
As flagrant lies begin to believe themselves
Cherish false words, worship a dead horse
Worship a dead horse to make a fake point
About being serious enough to die together
End everything and everyone before it’s time
Because your life and mine is nothing but rhyme
—Victoria Emmons © 2015
Challenges, death, Destiny, Love, Loyalty, Musings, Pain, poems, Poetry, Relationships, Terrorism, Thoughts, War, Writing
challenges, destiny, loyalty, poems, poetry, relationships, war
Feb · 04