My town was closed

My town was closed, they shut it down 

It happened in my own home town 

It should have been a normal day

But someone blew the day away

My town was closed, they closed the town 

It took a lot to close it down 

It took a madman, evil clown 

A shooter in his dressing gown 

It took a dozen shots or more 

It took a bullet riddled door 

and bodies lying in the street 

and sirens wailing to the beat

My town was closed, the roads were blocked 

The shops and houses shuttered up 

My town was closed for just one day

When a gunman blew our lives away

Steve Wheeler © 26 August, 2021

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Rite

This is extreme poetry. Not for the nervous. This book cost me most of my best poems. I was saving them for a rainy day, and guess what? It rained for two weeks without a break. So here it is: My grand opus: You better enjoy it.... I'll be watching. 

Rite is available now in Kindle and paperback editions via Amazon and ePub edition via Lulu

All too soon

Leaden skies and a harvest moon 

say summer ended all too soon. 

The autumn leaves hang on like prayers 

changed to the colours of your hair. 

and we are lonely souls inside 

with yearning yet unsatisfied. 

Our hearts search for an August sun 

but autumn has already come.

As evening falls, a glittering star 

blinks into sight, but wanders far 

through cloud with golden lining hidden 

obscuring skies as yet unwritten.

and still we cling to age old fears 

as we gaze back on yesteryears, 

and leaden skies, and harvest moons. 

Our summer ended all too soon. 

Steve Wheeler © 13 August, 2021

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