Looking to Mars

Beyond my wildest imagination into the outer reaches of space

Observations on earth spin reality into a maniacal surreal place

The sun and moon light to seek nurture's nook in the human race

Looking to Mars, while the earth manages to escape our embrace

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Scrappy little sparrow wills survival in a flurry feathered chase

Despite all odds tiny tough tenacity tenders her nest of laid lace

No book of rules to slow her wings she skirts the earthbound pace

Looking to Mars, while the earth manages to escape our embrace

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Chaos swirls amidst dark quiet desperation on mothers silent face

Three angels enter heaven by trusted hands gripping hope's erase

Stripped of all that matters four leave the planet in a scarlet trace

Looking to Mars, while our own manage to escape our embrace

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Our brother's keeper yet look away to surrender in apathy's disgrace

When a tiny crumb of kindness might a morsel of misery efface

To light hope in the corner of one lost soul casting love to its debase

Instead, looking to Mars, while our own manage to escape our embrace

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suzettenaples 4 years ago from Taos, NM

Aren't we always looking at the wrong place not noticing what is leaving our embrace. Beautiful use of alliteration in this poem, Amy. So poignant.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

It does seem that way, Suzette. A news story this morning highlighted for me how humans look away from another's pain. A 32 year old mother was found dead outside the door of her ex boyfriends home this morning. In her vehicle parked in the driveway were her 3 little girls, an 11 month old, a 6 year old and 11 year old, all shot to death. It has been determined a murder-suicide as the mother bought the gun yesterday, found laying next to the mother and investigators found a suicide note emailed to relatives and her ex-boyfriend yesterday evening. This horrific event did not happen in a vacuum. Those kinds of things keep me up at night. If only.....

Thank you, Suzette, for stopping by and leaving me an uplifting, positive comment.


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epigramman 4 years ago

.....well I don't have to look to Mars or other sources for my embrace -

my intellectual, emotional, artistic, and spiritual embrace comes from Amy of the Intrepid Pen - who always makes me look 'beyond' into other areas and ideas I have never considered or thought about before - and with each new poetic excursion into Amy's poetic consciousness my mind expands even more so ......too bad Stanley Kubrick wasn't alive to update his film classic and rename it: 2012: An Amy Becherer Space Odyssey taking you to new places and frontiers in your mind

lake erie time 8:30pm

Again the social, psychological and political protest within this hallmark poem shows just how close you are to your kindred spirit known as Mr. Dylan.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

You did it again, you crazy diamond, you made me laugh at the Stanley Kubrick Space Odyssey reference and then an audible "awwww" when you mention my name and Bob Dylan in the same sentence. You move me to tears, Mister C, just because you are so utterly kind to me.

Your words in terms of a hallmark poem took me to the moon and back, Epi, and makes me feel like I've won the lottery, which by this writer's standards, I have. Thank you, Mister C


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epigramman 4 years ago

...and yes Amy I won the life lottery on the day I met you here at the Hub two years ago .....and great minds think alike -lol- because my new piece is 'space related' too ..... currently listening to Sinead O'Connor in an all reggae album - imagine a bald headed Irish Catholic woman with major attitude recording a reggae in Kingston, Jamaica with all of these black dudes - is that musical nirvana or what?

As the Jamician people say - Irie!!


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Well, I just learned a new Jamaican word "Irie", and I should know that because my bro is married to a Jamaican and Chinese woman! They got married in Kingston, Jamaica about 25-years ago. I'll have to check Sinead O'Connor in her reggae phase on YouTube. Now, that's interesting! And, I'll look for your "out of this world" epigram first. You rock, Mister C!


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Laurinzo Scott 4 years ago from Phoenix, Az.

Wow...

I read you at the heeding of a kind friend. He is apparently a very smart friend as well. This is very well said Amy. There are few people alive that can mix the real time world with the spirit one and come out with a great poem , like this!

Well said, and I think aboutthe fact that my Earth is passing me by.

Laurinzo


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

A kind friend must be the great Epigramman. I'd recognize him anywhere! Thank you so much, Laurinzo, for visiting me here and leaving such an awesome, inspirational message for me. I am touched by your words. I can see that Epi travels in good company.


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breakfastpop 4 years ago

I loved this one Amy. We may have to look to Mars for a place to flee to when the Earth finally says I have had it!


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billybuc 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

Apathy and chaos....those two words beautifully summarize modern society....and yet I'm optimistic. I have decided I am a cynical optimist....that's better than just being a grumpy old bastard, don't you think?

Well my dear, you have done it again. You are the finest poet on HubPages, no matter how the voting went on the Hubbies. I know, you don't care about such things, but that's my opinion and I'm sticking to it.

I wrote about darkness yesterday, and I'll have another tomorrow...today I had to take a break and post something funny...too much reality will make Bill a very lifeless boy.

Thank you for always speaking the truth my dear!


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BobbiRant 4 years ago from New York

Yes, Mars, so we will look for other planets to ruin once done with Earth? Great poem. I enjoyed it very much.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

You got that right, Pop! Maybe sooner than later... Save me a seat. Love ya.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Bill, I classify myself as a "cynical optimist", too, with some days leaning toward the "grumpy bastard" side. When I was young, I had the annoying habit of being a bit of a "Pollyanna", which is basically too unaware to understand where the cynics are coming from. Balance is key.

Thank you for your visit and a fantastic comment, Bill. Love from St. Lou


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Indubitably, Bobbi, and all in the name of improvements! I'm glad you enjoyed this one, my friend. Thank you


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drbj 4 years ago from south Florida

You summarized that devastating news story, Amy, in a poignant poetic way but for me the questions remain:

Why did not humanity sense her ultimate fate,

And save those three angels before it was too late


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

That is the question of the day. She was poor, single, raising three young girls by herself. The ex boyfriend, who she had a restraining order on, was father to one of the children. It was known by family and friends that she suffered from bipolar disorder. She even sent an email to friends and family saying "goodbye". Yet, no one reached out to her. I don't know anymore than what I've heard via the media, so the sequence of events aren't concrete, yet this situation didn't develop in a day or in a vacuum. I am certain her family is grieving. But, when do we learn?Hence, my feeling that we will look to Mars with curiosity, yet turn away from our own. I see it over and over, with those that cannot help themselves; the mentally ill, the homeless and animals. So, dear drbj, my question is the same as yours.

Thank you for your understanding and your heart, my friend.


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Curiad 4 years ago from Lake Charles, LA.

An amazing look at the blindness we face as a society Amy. I fear we as a race are speeding toward a very unsafe future that oddly enough resembles many times past. I pray that we all wake up, open our eyes and begin living as we were meant to.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

That, my friend, Mark, is exactly what I am trying to say. You've written a perfect synopsis and I thank you. It is incredibly satisfying to write words that are so understood. You always let me know that I am not alone. Bless you.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

As always an amazing poem. Voted up. I have a pic of my dad with a newspaper clipping behind him which say Mars you're beautiful.


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PegCole17 4 years ago from Dallas, Texas

This beautiful poem touches a deep chasm in our self focused worlds. How can we have let this young mother reach the depth of despair to take her own life and that of her innocent young children? It is something I will never understand.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Oh, Gypsy, thank you so much for sharing that image of your dad! I wish I could see that photograph. I feel like I have been honored with you bringing him here. Love sent to you from St. Lou


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Peg, I think these kind of stories (of which there have been 4 in St. Louis in recent months) are beyond our understanding. Unless we walk in their shoes, we cannot know. After these kind of horrific realities are discovered, I see the experts and patients who have been treated for bipolar disease, on the news talking about a disorder that, without medical intervention, often ends up tragically devastating. Poverty, desperation, and untreated mental illness is often minimized by family and friends until its too late. It seems that today we are all struggling to keep up with our own difficulties and I believe, these sufferers feel the mountain is too impossible to climb alone. It is unbelievably sad that anyone would feel so hopeless that they end the lives of their own children and themselves. But, it is happening too often to continue to think the problem will take care of itself. I try to avoid going down the road of questioning, if God in his infinite wisdom knows and we are, in fact, predestined (free will or not), why? I do not blame God, but what lesson and how do we make a difference if we don't know until after the fact? Sorry, Peg, but you've got me thinking out loud. Thank you for visiting me here and leaving your thought-provoking comment. Reminds me I need to check your enthralling series!


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Docmo 4 years ago from UK

A beautiful poem that captures the closed spaces of minds that struggle to break free from the confines of desperation and despair. The problem with such extreme mental illness is not medical alone- the fragmented society, lack of support, self serving politicians, unempathetic medics and social workers, broken families... the list could go on. We need to teach children - before anything else- the science of hope. thank you for your thoughtful poem amy.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

I can't tell you how much I agree with your ideas about the "science of hope", Docmo. And, I can't tell you how many times I think about the words my father told me, the words he lived, and how they have given me hope and the impetus to keep the faith, especially the past 2 years. My father's love and example keep me treading water, with my vision firmly on the horizon, always in hope.

Thank you, Docmo, for your understanding, and heartfelt words to me on this poem.


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always exploring 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

This reminded me of the Robin Mother building her nest in my foyer tree that i put on my patio at the start of summer. She had several mishaps, ( one of her eggs fell out of the nest and splattered.,) but she prevailed and hatched four beautiful babies. Beautiful poetry Amy..Thank you..


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Awww, Ruby, the apartment building where I live has disabled, exhaust fan openings up high over the sidewalk where the birds build their nests every spring. Every season there are one or two eggs that end up on the sidewalk. My neighbor, Bill, said that the birds know when an egg holds a fetus that can't survive and the mother bird pushes it out. I don't know if that is true, but nature seems to have a handle on some sad truths. The birds come back every year to the perfect refuge where they have easy access to the nest and the babies get fresh air, but are out of the weather. Despite some of the residential houses that object to my feeding the birds (one neighbor has smashed two of my feeders and a small concrete birdbath just last week), I find a way. I feel that as long as I maintain the feeding location, keeping it swept as clean as possible and keep it off of their property, I am not harming anyone by putting seed and water out for the birds. The midwest summer this year has had an ongoing drought and brutal heat, which has been esp hard on the wildlife. I am so glad to hear that your mama bird had 4 beautiful babies that will probably have some of their own next spring. Thank you, Ruby, for visiting and leaving such a heartwarming comment.


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CrazedNovelist 4 years ago from Hampton, GA

Amy, it's always a pleasure reading your work. I especially love this one. Looking To Mars.... interesting concept. I'm hope you're doing well. Sorry it's been so long!!

-Aubrey


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

I'm always so glad to see your adorable face, Aubrey. I hope you are doing well, too, and enjoyed a wonderful Thanksgiving. Thank you for your more than welcome visit and awesome comment, my friend.

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