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A Poem for the Millennium: The Last Full Moon

The darkened sky, a blanket lake.
The moon above, gleaming bright, slowly glides across the night.
Sails so full again tonight, disappear at new day's break
while it's beauty gently fades.
And as I watch it silently, I wonder will I see it�s beauty yet another night,
or is this it�s final hour�slipping out of sight.

Will another day come forth?
we do not know until it dawns
but pray we will be ready
if it will be the day
that we know must some day come.

It is suddenly upon us;
a great and terrible day,
when earthly concepts of time
become irrelevant
against what is real and what will last.
Global consciousness, New World order and strategic planning
will not keep this curtain from falling.

The show is over without an encore
The world watches speechlessly
as the leading actor emerges onto the stage.
without warning
automatic instant replays from geosynchronous satellites
interrupt to create a celluloid virtual un-reality
now able to freeze-frame the entire planet
and send it reeling into space,
slow motion, backwards and forwards
creating the illusion that the blink of an eye,
like the camera shutter of God
never really happened,
is not going to happen
and that instead of marking the closing of earthly existence,
it is just the beginning.

Marketing agents are jamming cellular communication lines,
frantically selling 2-3 minute spots to corporate sponsors
of the world's first Second Coming.
Their efforts are useless when hydroelectric power kicks off with a jolt
Overloaded by an electrical surge of unsurpassed intensity.
We knew then, because our tools stopped working
and because light bulbs were no longer our source of light.
NO Time for Rhyme

No time for rhyme,
No time for reason,
Life is now the busy season.
Wake up in the morning,
Get out in the car.
Drive to school, pick up groceries,
Go to places near and far.
Study hard, do your homework,
Nag the kids to do their chores.
Plan the supper, play piano,
When morning comes, there�s even more.
No time for dreams,
No time for wishes,
The sink is full of dirty dishes.

But let me count the blessings
God has sent my way;
Home and family, dearest friends
That are here to stay;
Love knows no bounds,
It holds its own
Through storms and trials, ups and downs.
Leads me onward, shining light,
Through the darkness of the night.
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