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Motionless

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Rick Davis

I sit here still among others like me
Cold, murky, foaming river water flows past
Engulfing me, slowly reforming my lusterless coding
Over many years only, do I change
My dense inner core keeps me from progressing forward
The sound of people shuffling around nearby
Laughing, shouting, splashing as the frolic about
I long for emotions, feelings, life, change
I've seen many faces pass by, decades of sunrises and sunsets
And I sit here, still as a rock, motionless.


The 4th

by

Rick Davis

Pow! Boom! Bang!
Like rocket they fly into the sky
And burst in an array of sparkles and colors
twinkling like the stars off in the distance.
Red, yellow, blue, green stars form in front of our own eyes
as real as life
Music in the back gound, just tickling our sences
flags flying, people clapping, gazing, laughing
As the newly formed stars fade and burn out of light
smoke appears and drifts away like a spider on its web
the music becomes unnoticed
numbness overcomes the crowd
then as soon as it came, it went
And everyone returned to what they use to be.


City Storm

by

Rick Davis

I see a cloud of puffy white with blue specks in the sky
forming and reforming as it floats on by
The ominous dark grey cloud just behind is chasing after
a delay as it travelled was his chilling villainous laughter
the city is over come by a unemotional sinister shadow
as it sneaks up on the unsuspecting citizens on the street below
it doesn't care what problems it may cause
it sweeps past past block after block without a pause
droplets of rain fall upon the defenseless street
all this after being abused by many sets of feet
The wind arches the trees in an unlikely position
it's surprising it is able to keep its original composition
and as the leaves whimsically rock back and forth to the ground
the city is vacant, everything is motionless, and there is no sound.