THE TIME CAPSULE. Norman Smith D.
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this forever charming hill
Twinkling stars, with their lights gleaming.
Roaring cars, with their headlights beaming,
Some hiding under the shadow of the night,
Playing lovers songs, and wishing upon
Each shooting star they see.
That their union will last forever.
Some soon to regret the fruit they yield,
Some conceiving while being deceived.
Wishing they could reclaim the fruit
They allowed to be picked on Cherry Hill,
And cursed the hill for their visit
And the virtue they have lost.
Sell Me a Dream
Mr. Dream Merchant, please sell me a dream
And please make it an expensive one.
Cheapness is not for me.
Please tailor it especially for me,
No one else should it fit.
Make it all cash, credit doesn’t seem to work.
Maybe if I invest someone else’s hard-earned dollar,
It may come true at last.
Cash and carry is the way to go.
Credit has too much interest and delay,
And my credit score is too low anyway.
Let it be lighting quick.
I am running out of time
And I need it like yesterday.
I will put in a few more dollars,
Please send it by express.
My patience is running thin,
And I can’t afford to lose this bid.
Mr. Dream Merchant, I have no time to waste or wait,
The anticipation is getting strong.
Please send some painkillers,
I don’t want to feel a thing.
And please include some tranquilizers
So I can pass the time with sleep.
I have wasted a lot of years, and nothing have I gained.
I don’t want to work too hard
For success, easy does it, I say.
Contrary to popular belief, laziness is my way.
So while you are working on my dream,
It would be grand if you can find
Someone to dream, my dream for me.
Don’t want to work too hard for success.
Let me rest on my back relaxing under a shady tree.
Sit me down in a cool meadow,
Or in a cozy air-conditioned room
Where I don’t have to sweat
Just enjoy the luxurious lazy way.
The captain worries not
About the depth of the ocean
While his ship is afloat, but of the length
Of his anchor chain, if it will hold.
The Vulture
In a class by himself
And as such, it is called unique
No one envies them for their job,
One that is in high demand.
They perch upon the highest tree or cliff
Overlooking their targeted domain.
Usually on the outskirts of town,
And frequently circling the perimeters
In high hopes of discovering a meal.
Wishing for death to call some creature
So that they can eat and be merry,
Always finding a station upwind
Since the wind is their most reliable messenger
To their keen sense of smell.
Though most people favored other birds
For their splendid colors
Such as the peacock and the cockatoo,
And for food, they favored the chicken
Turkey, ducks, quails, and the pheasant.
And the other exotic birds, they choose as pets,
We are glad they resent us.
So our species can gamely flourish
While we enjoy our freedom.
No hunting for game and ending up
On a platter, or cooped up on a farm,
Or perhaps stuffed and mounted on a wall,
Or caged, in some lonesome house.
But we are as free as birds should be.
Unlike those edible birds they favored,
Neither two legs, four legs, man or beast,
Welcome us at their table for feast,
Or as their caged pet to keep.
Though we possess no great talent in flight
No gift of speed, or tenacity to fight,
No acrobatic maneuvers or unusual skills,
We are the most unlikely bird to be killed.
Often the eagle passes us on their way to hunt,
Sometimes returning unsuccessfully
Still not looking in our direction
Quiet as a mouse, on the job each day
Eating to keep your city clean is our pay.
We pose no threat to any living thing,
Harmless as a dove they say.
They even forget about the importance of our job
And that’s all right,
Thanks to man, their law protects us
Thou shall not kill the vulture, so they say.
And that’s the law in all the land,
I do believe that men are smart
Who will do my job if I become extinct.
A Cursed Womb
A white house and picket fence
Serves as a landmark in an affluent neighborhood.
No loitering on the streets
And no police walking the beat.
With flamingos, swans, and exotic fish
Parading in their pond
While peacocks stroll their manicured lawn,
With no