Another Poignant Calm

I saw an odd shaped cloud today,
It looked like a big balloon.
I wondered how it got that way.
Then it turned into a mushroom.
As it slowly drifted away,
A voice in my head seemed to say,
"Somethings terribly wrong."

The world felt eerily calm.

I thought I saw Bin Laden today,
Driving a rental truck.
As I passed him, he looked my way,
Smiled then pointed up.
An airplane passed overhead,
I imagined all aboard were dead.
Then I saw a sign that read,

Ahead All Is Calm.

I thought I saw John Lennon this morn.
At Starbucks standing in line.
He looked sad, his face well worn,
In his hand he carried a sign.
"The End is Very Near" it read,
He looked at me, "Imagine" he said,
"It's just a matter of time."

Everything felt calm.

I saw a girl at lunch today,
Christina Taylor-Greene.
Smiling she turned and looked my way,
Was eating a bowl of ice cream.
It was her 10th birthday,
September 11th, a special day.
But things were not what they seemed.

There was a definite calm.

I saw my father's face today,
He just looked and stared.
He spoke to me in a ghostly way,
Said "Son complete your affairs".
Time is shorter than it seems,
Watch for signs in news and dreams.
The world should be aware.

Nothing penetrated the calm.

A radical bombed Oslo, Norway,
Then went on a shooting spree.
By the time authorities had him contained,
The dead count was 93.
A Florida teen kills his parents,
With a hammer, in a violent rage.
While their bodies lay in their room,
Throws a party through his Facebook page.
A deranged woman in California,
Cooks her baby in a microwave.
Record tornadoes throughout the states,
Send hundreds to early graves.
Floods, the likes never seen before,
Breach town levies and river shores.
The entire country is enslaved,
By an uncommonly brutal, record heatwave.

Lord,

Are these events omens received?
Testaments to your omniscience?
Divine prophecies preconceived?
Premonitions of the Apocalypse?
Is your creation beyond reprieve?
What will the ultimate consequence be?


Know that in You I trust and believe.
It's You that makes me strong.
Your sovereignty and nobility,
The knowledge you're never wrong,
Provide me faith and courage to be,
Forever poignantly calm.


Once again it rained...


Copyright © July 2011
Kevin Mooney

kmm001
072511

Blue Tuesday Morn (The 95th Floor)

9/11/2012...9:17 a.m.

I woke up this morning and I heard birds chirping, a plane flying overhead and police sirens in the distance. It was another beautiful blue Tuesday morn.

the 95th floor

This is an acrostic.

9/11/2001...


4:00 am

Astonished startle, half awake,
Restless visage, shiver-shake,
Mental mind-meld, second-take,
Another hour 'till daybreak.
Gratification,
Exultation,
Deliberation,
Determination,
Origination,
Nerves of steel, intrepid state.

5:00 am

Traffic's light, weather warm,
Aurora bright, Blue Tuesday morn.
Levitation,
Invitation,
Beautification,
Aviation,
Newton's apple, cir-cum-form.

6:00 am

Astute arrival, time to spare,
Prodded people everywhere.
Orchestral motions, symphonic flair,
Carnival-istic rustled air,
Adjuration,
Luxuriation,
Yule-sensation,
Proclamation,
Sequestration,
Electric intensity, dawn's time-square.

7:00 am

Plane half full, infernal wait,
Expectant delay, 14 late,
Relaxing music, pre-vegetate.
Postulation,
Exasperation,
Tribulation,
Reparation,
Accusation,
Tribulation,
Entered sky, a minute to eight.

8:00 am

Senses tingling, slight dismay,
Initial feeling, a.o.k.,
Grauman's Theater, love L.A.,
Navigation,
Ostentation,
Fascination,
Titillation,
Hallucination,
Estimation
Elicitation,
Nirvana-cation,
Dreaded flight, eternity.

8:10 am

Open caskets, lots of room,
Silent chaos, terrorists loom,
Aerial assault, impending doom.
Miscalculation,
Altercation,
Bastardization
Indignation,
Notarization,
Labanotation,
Affirmation,
Desperation
Eradication,
Nowhere to go, celestial tomb.

8:13 am

Flight control, "Transponder on?"
Unable to reach or correspond,
Laceration,
Lobotomiz-ation,
Your altitude, "Please respond."

8:15 am

Friend or foe? Show of force,
Under attack, flight off course,
Estimation,
Liberation,
Education,
Decided turn, getting worse.

8:20 am

Armed assailants, attendants down,
Internal mutiny, muffled sound,
Ramification,
Perspiration,
Lamentation,
Assassination,
Nodul-ation,
Eighty-six lives nowhere bound.

8:25 am

Flight 181 silent now,
One hundred degree turnaround,
Respiration,
Concentration,
Elevation,
Direction change, Big Apple Town.

8:30 am

Hudson River, Country Sides,
Insipid horizons, cerebral tides.
Justification,
Aberration,
Consultation,
Koran-nation,
Invocation,
NORAD-nation,
Glorification,
Silhouettes of grey skylines.

8:40 am

September Sky, bluish morn,
Undeterred, Islamic scorn.
Relegation,
Reclamation,
Exaltation,
Accreditation,
Lurid Jihad, Al Qaed-ac swarm.

8:45 am

Severed Streets, urban blight,
Euphoric wreak, conceded fight.
Re-evaluation,
Elicitation,
Normalization,
Illumination,
Testamentation,
Yesterday's gone, twin towers in sight.

8:46 am

Repeated cries, "Terminate!",
Early warnings, too little, too late.
Vacillation,
Eradication,
Last Temptation,
Affirmation,
Titivation,
Indignation,
Ostentation,
Nostradamus visions vacillate.

8:46:20 am

Novocaine numbs the brain,
Utopian crypts of cellophane,
Malfunct-uation,
Bastardization,
Euthanization,
Reverberation,
Necrophiliazation,
Internalization,
Neutralization,
Euphoric, rapture d windowpane.

8:46:40 am

Seventh Sign, Martyrs' born,
Aqua-teal sky is torn.
Lucifer's Cadenced Overture,
Unforgettable Tuesday Mourn,
Terrorization,
Abomination,
Termination,
Incineration,
Obliteration,
No landing strip, no open door,
Sojournal stop, the 95th floor.



RIP
To the Passengers of American Airlines Flight 811
And all the victims of 9/11


Copyright © June 2009
Kevin Mooney

kmm025
101509

Tsunami Wake Reprise

This is a first attempt at a form of Haiku called a Renga. The format is 5-7-5 / 7-7 / 5-7-5 / 7-7 / 5-7-5 / 7-7 / 5-7-5 / 7-7 / 5-7-5 / 7-7. Not sure if they're intended to rhyme. Hope it works...

Mega thrust earthquake / Early morning violent shake / Victims not awake

Oceanic sea floor break / Seismographic second take

Massive tidal wake / Uncertainty, real or fake? / Prewarning mistake

Indonesian fear outbreak / Sri Lankan shores lie in wake

CNN newsbreak / Quarter million lives at stake / Viewer breath intake?

Misery, widespread heartache / Outcome bleak, future opaque

Please God don't forsake / Those caught in Tsunami's wake / Help for Heaven's sake

Ease suffering and heartbreak / No more lives destruction take.

All asked to partake / In a Worldwide mourning wake / For disaster's sake.

Retrospective take / In aftermath's five-year wake / Faith it did not take.

Copyright © May 2010
Kevin Mooney

kmm001

050210

In The Blink Of An Eye

Think of The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald...

In a crystal blue sky, in the blink of Eye,
Three streaks flew over West Texas.
At 5 after 9 the 7 that died,
Left lovers and children as exes.

Those on the ground had heard a loud sound,
As Columbia prepared for a landing.
Many asked why and others just cried,
As officials lacked full understanding.

The ship had survived what Challengers tried,
The first of the new shuttle program.
Many denied that the 27th try,
Was the result of engineers' poor plans.

Constructed with pride back in '75,
Named after Captain Gray's venture.
The name also given to Apollo 11's,
Command module lunar adventure.

When she arrived in March '79,
At Merritt's Kennedy Space Center.
Two workers soon died from carbon monoxide,
While getting her ready to enter.

Her very first flight, round earth 36 times,
She safely touched down in California.
Success at her side, no more need for test flights,
As 3 more shuttles soon joined her.

Flying in space sometimes seems such a waste,
After all what's it ever do for ya?
The cost of it seems beyond social means,
Did God ever intend it for ya?

When Challenger's crew died attempting to fly,
Should that have been our first warning?
The program just grew, while nobody knew,
That another disaster was forming.

The years that went by she flew 20 more times,
With 2 more shuttles beside her.
The 21st flight seemed routine at the time,
Officials never really seemed bothered.

When she took flight all her systems seemed right,
Those on the ground never doubted.
A piece of foaming, tore a whole in a wing,
On lift-off, no one gave thought about it?

Officials never knew that the fate of the crew,
Was doomed when the mission first started.
The sheer irony of man's complacency,
Is his ability to carry on and disregard it.

Sixteen days in space now seem such a waste,
As she came in for her last landing.
The sight was serene, a magical scene,
To those who were watching and standing.

A tape later found, showed video and sound,
A thirteen minute recording,
None of the crew ever really knew,
Their mission was beyond aborting.

While descending in time, over Palestine,
She disintegrated without any warning.
Those that looked on, knew something was wrong,
The second white smoke started forming.

It all seemed unreal, dramatically surreal,
As spectator lines were still forming.
Unable to cope many lost hope,
That ill-fated February morning.

A terrorist plot was many's first thought,
How in God's name could this happen?
The war being fought, an Israeli astronaut,
Was this Osama Bin Laden?

She left a wide line of debris behind,
Across Texas, Arkansas and Louisiana,
The nation was shocked, NASA's program was blocked,
Terrorism was ruled from the banter.

In its aftermath, American's still ask,
Were the seven that died really worth it?
Their final words were solemnly heard,
Weeks after searchers unearthed it.

Two years would go by, no shuttles would fly,
While the government thoroughly investigated.
Plots were denied, officials criticized,
Meanwhile families concerned just waited.

No one knows why the innocent die,
It's a question for God in the hereafter,
In a crystal blue sky, in the blink of an eye,
Was the Columbia Space Shuttle Disaster.



Dedicated to the crew of Columbia:

Commander: Rick D. Husband
Pilot: William C. McCool
Payload Commander: Michael P. Anderson
Payload Specialist: Ilan Ramon
Mission Specialist: Kalpana Chawla
Mission Specialist: David M. Brown
Mission Specialist: Laurel Clark

Copyright © February 2010
Kevin Mooney

kmm001

020710

Fallen

I wrote this the day Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett died...


Today an Angel has fallen,
Spread her wings and died,
A vision of countless young men's dreams,
The apple of teenage eyes.

An Image Warhol worthy,
A smile that made men weak,
She now lives immortal in reruns and movies,
And specials of the week.

Today a King has fallen,
A boy among men and song,
An American Idol who'd lost his way,
Whose life had just gone wrong.

He told the world He'd Be There,
His star may have risen too soon.
He sang of the alphabet and of rats named Ben,
He even walked the moon.

Today a generation mourns memories,
Of theatric and opulent beings,
Hail majestic and iconic vestal virgins,
Salute Fallen Angels and Kings.


Copyright © June 2009
Kevin Mooney

kmm001
060109

No Reason Anymore (NRA)...An Acrostic

Guns are man's worst enemy. This is a double acrostic...

Go ahead sucker, use that thinG.Eradicate those that mess with yoU.Talk that trash, know what I meaN?Trigger happy gangs and crewS.Hear you belong to the NRA.Earns you the right to carry a guN.Give some to your friends in the hooD,Use them to get you in their cluB.No one then will mess with yoU.So much hate, pent up ill wilL,Other's think you're kinda cooL.For God's sake people, it's not too latE,Free our nation, please don't waiT.Take away the fun with gunS,Heed this social mental breaK,Eliminate the nucleI,Shed this country’s source of ilL,The array of guns that forever kilL.Rid our churches, homes and schoolS,Everywhere we try to gO.Emancipate the world 'round yoU
Take charge of this damned cesspooLSave us Lord from gun loving foolS


God Bless The NRA





Copyright © January 2010
Kevin Mooney


kmm062

010610

Fallen

Today an Angel has fallen,
Spread her wings and died,
A vision of countless young men's dreams,
The apple of teenage eyes.

An Image Warhol worthy,
A smile that made men weak,
She now lives immortal in reruns and movies,
And specials of the week.

Today a King has fallen,
A boy among men and song,
An American Idol who'd lost his way,
Whose life had just gone wrong.

He told the world He'd Be There,
His star may have risen too soon.
He sang of the alphabet and of rats named Ben,
He even walked the moon.

Today a generation mourns memories,
Of theatric and opulent beings,
Hail majestic and iconic vestal virgins,
Salute Fallen Angels and Kings.


Copyright © June 2009
Kevin Mooney