Charles J. Ingerson

FORGET-ME-NOTS

Charles J. Ingerson: Forget-Me-Nots Little flowers
by the roadside
as yellow ribbons
in loneliness abide.

Coming annually
needing space
nourishment and love
their journey to trace.

Am I able to begin
in observance to know
as these small flowers
each year to more grow?

Somehow in infamy
dates now more profuse
where found indignity
of another’s abuse.

Thus this year joining
the others of the past:
September 11th, 2001
a date forever to last.

Depending on a view
distant heard the drums
caissons now ever toll
a sacred silence comes.

Forget-me-nots three
blue-bird, rose, firmament
viewed through tears
in this precious moment.

©Copyright September 11, 2002 by Charles J. Ingerson

WAS IT YESTERDAY

(Prelude:

Unable to remember
7th of December
11th of September
or long ago far away
did the breeze stray
what will happen today?)

Unable

Grasping at reality
feeling the greed
wonders of ability
warnings not to heed.

Given so much hate
seeds used for evil
East winds so state
enters the devil.

Where was love
unable to find again
deserted to above
Armageddon to begin.

The Past

Which horrors to see
so many spaced
unwanting men free
in history disgraced.

Terror’s evil to share
hate and vile found
civilizations to tear
drums slowly sound.

Forgetting so much
enjoying just the day
Babylon to touch
justifications to say.

The Near Past

Two years or seventy
buildings destroyed
lives numbered plenty
when deceit employed.

Never to learn or change
feeding the fire with oil
only names to rearrange
oaths and covenants soil.

Was it yesterday heard
cries of the homeless
so many saying absurd
within their loneliness.

Where Are You?

Nahum hardly read
most know nothing
missing not the dead
flaming chariots counting.

Isaiah taught confusing
surely there’s no God
so many just refusing
living in Earth’s fog.

(No more Prophets
no more scriptures
the heavens closed
just man’s mixtures.)

Where are you friend
abandoned and lost
what an awful end
what a horrible cost

(Epilogue:

Surely to remember
but only for the pelf
December or September
thinking only of self

So the terrorist laughs
politicians rant screams
as good people’s gaffs
and peaceful dreams.

There’ll be June flowers
even rain will fall still
evil will dictate powers
driving man’s will.

Blame will be the cue
poisons within the mind
sadly will be found few
knowing history to remind.)

THE LAST PIECE OF GLASS
(September 11, 2001)

Amid the rubble and wreckage
bodies and carnage all quiet
(dancing and singing – cheering
3rd world nations and China)
ignoring human life and worth
having attacked without feeling
(celebrating for what – victory)
weeping widows and orphans
families and friends all alone
smiles frozen – space and time
tears left as ice on the pond
touching – clutching – deafly
settled all amid the past
wherein the child newborn
budding the infant flower
movement of the mariposa
all until silence only felt
as the last piece of glass!

Passing into the past quick
memories so short and fast
January or February gone
December hurrying to come
freezing rains and icing
no longer the screams
just the silence of awe
nightmares and loneliness
wishing one more smile
a hug and a warm kiss
orphans and the widows
weep silently each moment
wherein seeking once more
to find the last piece of glass!

CONTINUED THOUGHTS

Amid the world’s chaos
hatred and full madness
found continued thoughts
now eleven years away
supposedly past and over
yet who has forgotten
many have now forgiven
but known have forgotten
the mind dwells all alone
images and reflections
nightmares without end
as continued thoughts!

RAINING GLASS

Amid carnage of the day
where many gave up life
smoke – flames leaping
the dust of ages found
rising from the ground
sanity not any keeping
only the harrowing strife
with raining glass today!

TERRIBLY DIFFICULT

Reasoning lost in reality
massive thoughts heard
pounding and shouting
upsetting and disabling
unable to comprehend
heading into the chaos
defenses useless now
terribly difficult reality!
“Exceptionally Difficult”

Trials just beginning felt
an unjust world known
all emotions strangled
screaming in the past
futures lost within awe
exceptionally difficult
rational thinking gone
yet each to awaken
light streaming loudly
making the world false
costing so much life
costing so much life
exceptionally difficult
for any to comprehend!