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Bad Poetry by Dawn

Please be kind...I freely admit it is not great!

On this page, I am sharing some poetry written by me at various points in my life. I find writing to be a therapeutic endeavor. Thus, I do not strive for greatness or excellence, merely adequate emotional release. Please bear that in mind, as I often stray into the realm of cheezy and greeting card quality poetry when upset. Oh, and everything herein written is strictly property of me, some of it previously published, but all of it legally mine...so don't rip it off, ok?

(c) by me, various yrs.

Nevin
Beautiful 17-year-old
Full of life & hope & promise.
Athlete, scholar, performer
Gifted Youth, blessed and blessing.
You will be missed.

Written in memory of Nevin Hartman, 8/96.

Do you call her Baby?
Do you call her "Baby"?
Rest her hand upon your knee?
Do you tell her all your troubles,
The way you did with me?

Do you gaze into her eyes
And see eternity?
Do you gently brush her cheek with love,
The way you did with me?

Do you hold her close and cuddle
As you watch movies on TV?
Do you laugh and joke and share your soul,
The way you did with me?

Do you ever sing her love songs,
Full of feeling, but off-key?
Do you take her out to special places,
The way you did with me?

Will you someday walk away
And leave her unexpectedly?
Will you slice her heart with "friendship"
The way you've done to me?

For an ex, 10/96.

Red-Zoned
His voice was rich and smooth as the chocolate of his eyes.
He spoke of love and friendship, committment and trust.

A few swigs later, he rasped those same words,
But this time, they weren't convincing --
Not as convincing as the unheeded "NO" drifting into the night.

A friendship was shattered;
A relationship was ignored;
An innocence was stolen.

A nightmare came true under the cold dark sky.

At the college I attended, campus security annually blanketed dorms with posters warning about the "Red Zone of Danger" - the period of time between move-in day and the first holiday break, when most sexual assaults take place. Because of the sheer number of the warning posters, however, the term "Red-Zoned" came into the campus lexicon as a humorous or derisive term for sexual assault, usually used jokingly: "Uh-oh, he's interested...Careful you don't get red-zoned!" Sometimes couples would joke between themselves: "Red-zone alert! Red-zone alert!" followed by laughter and well, you know... Because the campus was small and basically secure, the warnings were generally treated in this cavalier fashion...until something happened. This was written for a very close friend of mine, too late.

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