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Tuesday, July 19, 2016

COUNTING DOLLARS




My love and I walked along hand in hand
Collecting sea shells down by the shore
Counting dollars half buried in sand
Watching the seagulls and pelicans soar.


Collecting sea shells down by the shore
We talked about all the years we had shared
Watching the seagulls and pelicans soar
Oh, the places we'd been, the dreams we had dared.


We talked about all the years we had shared
We stopped just to listen to the sounds of the sea
Oh, the places we'd been, the dreams we had dared
It all stood still for a moment or three.


We stopped just to listen to the sounds of the sea
As my love and I walked along hand in hand
It all stood still for a moment or three
As we counted dollars half buried in sand.


Caren E. Salas



Tuesday, April 28, 2015

BEFORE... (Day 22 - Nature)

Before the bombs and before the machines
Before the pollution poisoned the air
The sky was blue and the grass was green
The children played without a care

Before the pollution poisoned the air
Before every day was a fight to survive
The children played without a care
We never appreciated just being alive

Before every day was a fight to survive
There were no zombies wandering around
We never appreciated just being alive
When life was more than just holding your ground

There were no zombies wandering around
Before the bombs and before the machines
When life was more than just holding your ground
The sky was blue and the grass was green


Caren E. Salas




Tuesday, October 29, 2013

The Creature



Bits and pieces of flesh and bone
Sewn together in the dead of night
Head in his hands, a mad man alone
Why did the spark of life fail to ignite?
 
Sewn together in the dead of night
A monster of enormous proportions lies still
Why did the spark of life fail to ignite?
Then the man hears a groan that gives him a chill.
 
A monster of enormous proportions lies still
As if from a nightmare its eyes open wide
Then the man hears a groan that gives him a chill
Heaven and hell have begun to collide.
 
As if from a nightmare its eyes open wide
It pulls at restraints feeling anger and fear
Heaven and hell have begun to collide,
With its borrowed brain wondering, How am I here?
 
It pulls at restraints feeling anger and fear
With a crazed look the man shouts out "It's alive!"
With its borrowed brain wondering, How am I here?
Thoughts and emotions spinning in overdrive.
 
With a crazed look the man shouts out "It's alive!"
He loosens the chains so the monster can stand
Thoughts and emotions spinning in overdrive
He thought that the creature would obey his command.
 
He loosens the chains so the monster can stand
One step at a time it crosses the floor
He thought that the creature would obey his command
But the monster decided it wanted much more.
 
One step at a time it crosses the floor
Like a child, was expected to do as was told
But the monster decided it wanted much more
It broke down the door and ran out in the cold
 
Like a child, was expected to do as was told
Unclear of its strength, its speech or its thoughts
It broke down the door and ran out in the cold
Not quite understanding what was right and was not
 
Unclear of its strength, its speech or its thoughts
It wanders about, causing fear and outrage
Not quite understanding what was right and was not
It's captured and tortured and put in a cage.
 
It wanders about, causing fear and outrage
This creature with no choice in how it became
It's captured and tortured and put in a cage
Sadly, it's not the one who should be given the blame
 
This creature with no choice in how it became
Called demon, devil, abomination and worse
Sadly, it's not the one who should be given the blame
Paid another man's debt, lived another man's curse.
 
Called demon, devil abomination and worse
The pathetic thing's life ends in fire and pain
Paid another man's debt, lived another man's curse
And by dawn's light, just ashes and nightmares remain.
 
Caren E. Salas
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Day Trip

Day 23: a "travel" poem. Like they sometimes say: the journey is half the fun, or even all of it.  The writing is sometimes most of the fun too. This is a challenging form, a pantouin.



Day Trip

It took the whole day for that two hour trip
The morning was bright; we were ready for fun
We stopped at a drive-through for something to sip
With miles to go, we had only begun.

The morning was bright; we were ready for fun
We saw fields of flowers and picked out a bunch
With miles to go, we had only begun
Near a California mission, we looked for some lunch.

We saw fields of flowers and picked out a bunch
A rainbow of colors so lovely to see
Near a California mission, we looked for some lunch
We wandered through shops and he held hands with me.

A rainbow of colors so lovely to see
There were blankets and hats and ponchos to buy
We wandered through shops and he held hands with me
At a cafe we shared a small slice of pie.

There were blankets and hats and ponchos to buy
We considered staying and watching a show
At a cafe we shared a small slice of pie
The hour grew late, and we had to go.

We considered staying and watching a show
But our bodies were tired and our wallets were thin
The hour grew late, and we had to go
Looking forward to being back home once again.


Caren E. Salas






photo: californiadaytrips.blogspot.com