From top floor window or grassy knoll,
sights set on the truth, to which they are foe.
An instant of memory, displaced through the front,
passing light into darkness to victim of hunt.
A gasp full of wonder at periolus sights.
Their eyes all are captured by boxes with lights.
Frozen in absence of how to react,
a scream peals the crowd and panic attacks.
The men had their wish, the threat was reduced.
The crowds had their gunmen, execution produced.
When asked who remembers that president Kennedy,
gave up his life, and all known amenity.
They all can remember two of the facts,
he stood for the truth, and was shot in the back.
A contest entry
- Vignettes by tomisb.
1750 points, ended October 7, 2008, 14 entries
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In Memorandum.
Comments
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This is a good poem, even if the rhyme is a little cutesy. The flow is really good, though the title is a tad misleading. Thank you for sharing this with us; it gives an insight into an era that some of us were nto here to experience.
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Thank you for the read and comment. Kennedy was a hero and I hope that his continued memory will cause more like him to stand up for what's right. I don't really see how the title misleads but I sincerely appreciate your input.
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The men had their wish, the threat was reduced.
The crowds had their gunmen, execution produced.
awesome flow and rhyme.
also creative subject matter.
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Thank you for the comment and the love. It's sad that Lee Harvey Oswald never stood trial, it would have uncovered a lot of stones.
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I'm amazed that as long as you have run this on featured it has so few responses. Of course it is the holidays and a lot of folks are away from their computers. This is one of my earliest memories and that not of reality. I was very small but my parents had one of the only color televisions so our house was full. Most of the memories I have were in black and white anyway, I think most news footage was shot that way at the time. I just remember all these people crowded into our house and crying. I did not know at the time what was wrong, I just knew something was extremely sad. Great write and good luck in the contest. RC
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Thank you for the amazement! I'm happy that I was able to reach a chord within your memory by using words. Thank you for the applause and comment
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A description of one of my earliest media memories, though at the time the concept of assassination and death meant little, yet a scary darkness accompanied those times and those newscasts, even to a tiny child as I was. Like many much older than I, I remember exactly where I was when my parents learned and spread the news. In the years to come the treachery and the theories have added up and threaten to harden the heart. This is a well-wrought tale, with eerie word choices. Well done.
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Your comment gave me chills. I know well the pervading sense of the collective sadness. You appear to understand this now as you did then. The best for everyone seems to usually end up being best for the least few. Although it is smart to question our leaders if we remain kind then we remain defiant. Thank you for your kindness.
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Bravo!!
oddly enough, I was a wee younger
when president kennedy was assasinated.
The cowards always hiding behind the
walls of hatred and jealousy.
This piece stirs unpleasant memories
in my head. I liked president J.F.K
He stood for something other than
himself. Nice job
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Thank you for your read and comment. The stink has left such a dirty mark on our nations history that it is easier to forget than to want retribution. But walls are meant to be torn down.
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I think this is really really good. Best poem of yours that I've read.
I dislike this part, since it doesn't seem to flow as well 'When asked who remembers that president Kennedy,
gave up his life, and all known amenity.'
The ending is absolutely bloody awesome! Really great ending, and, to me, that's very important.
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I was in my house home sick when the news flashed across the bottom of the screen. I knew it was a lie. Then I realized it was the truth and someone had ended the dream. Camelot was gone.
Sharp, to the point, amazingly strong resistance to tell the story. Nice work with the images. Very well done.
Peace & Light, Tom B.
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Let us hope tyranny has an end my friend. Thank you again for the inspiration, your contest is why I wrote this.
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hmmmm, I'm sorry to say that as popular as it is in our history I don't have all the facs memorized. You have given me a puzzle to educate myself. Thx for sharing the knowledge we should all know. UNT
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There is no absolute in anything. So I may have exaggerated the facts part, seeing it as subjective truth. Some people say he had it coming, some people believe that the truth should never reach the light of day. This poem is meant to represent that warning that the men gave. If you stand up for what's right you'll get shot in the back. Viva Revolution!
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This was really great,vivid imagery and came all together.
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I hope you meant all came together, but I guess that's still perverted. Thank you for the read, all smiles!
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