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QUALMS

Qualms about war
He had no qualms about signing up.
After all, wasn’t war about heroes and doing right?
Many of his friends had already gone,
Eager to prove themselves and show they could fight.
He wanted to be a pilot, a hotshot ace,
Swooping down to save his fellow soldiers,
A hero from outer space.
The recruiter had told him many lies,
About the country he could save,
But he discovered there was another story,
And it haunted him to his grave.
Given an assignment to attack the enemy,
Flying high, flying low, over the jungles he flew.
Below him in a lonesome valley,
Was a village he loved and knew.
Before he went he asked a question,
Although he knew he had a duty to fill,
“Was this village the saints or sinners”,
But he should have no qualms to kill.
After the war he went back,
Hoping to make amends,
But peace was still uneasy,
Bullets don’t make good friends.
The body count made him a hero,
But his dreams kept him awake.
And one beautiful day in October,
He chose his life to take.
May 16, 2017

“Condemned for Loving Too Much”

Loving (TV series)

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“Condemned for Loving too Much”

All was quiet in this forgotten town,

Because of the record snow tumbling down,

Yet in the plaza crowds were shopping still,

Looking for entertainment to get their fill,

There were walkers, and talkers, shops all ablaze,

Restaurants still open but countless delays,

Marge was waiting patiently and talking to a friend,

This day had been perfect, she didn’t want it to end,

Somehow, she noticed him, standing off from the crowd,

His gray eyes fixed on her, haughty and proud,

His brown coat, his lean frame, the thin twisted nose,

Why she alone could see him, she could only suppose,

His eyes asked questions, the answers she didn’t dare,

What kind of man was he? One that didn’t care?

Was he an angry ghost or a demon of some kind?

Why were his thoughts penetrating her mind?

Somehow in his hands he held her new fate,

She thought, “Is it possible to love someone you hate?”

As this thought surfaced, Marge pushed it away,

She had never seen him before, not until today,

“He is not attractive,” she thought, “not in the least,”

But he continued to stare at her like she was a feast,

Her face flushed, and deep within the heat began,

Rising in waves until perspiration ran,

She was uncomfortable, she needed time to think,

But he watched her diligently, not once did he blink,

“Is it possible to love your enemy?” she thought,

“What is it about me that’s so eagerly sought?”

She was thirty-three years old for goodness sake,

And ten pounds too heavy, give or take,

Yet she was flattered by his attention even more,

Unlike her friends, all her faults he chose to ignore,

He willed her to move forward, but he didn’t insist,

Although she closed her eyes, she was helpless to resist,

Silently Marge turned, her demon she faced,

When he smiled, her legs trembled, her heart raced,

She took one step forward, two, then three,

She unbuttoned her blouse, letting him see,

She hated him and yet she was offering her kind,

Melting into love, her body yielding to his mind,

Seeking his hatred, demands, contempt to slay,

Doing what she could, loving his hate away,

An act of love determined Marge’s fate,

Is it possible to love, someone you hate?

All is quiet again in this forgotten town,

But there is one less demon standing around,

No one wants to question or be out of touch,

Should Marge be condemned for loving too much?