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Poem of the Shooting Stars

Updated on July 18, 2011


One cold night I awoke from bed.

I don’t know what woke me,

A sound or a dream.

I went to the window to see what was there.

I didn’t see anything,

But I knew something was there.

I ran outside to finally see what had awoken me,

Awoken me from the grandest of dreams.

I gazed up at the sky,

And I saw many shooting stars passing each other by.

I made a wish at those stars above.

I watched them fly across the grand sky.

I watched them until they were as far as the eye could see.

And when they went out of view,

A blinding flash made me see no more.

Then I heard a great rumble,

One so loud,

I thought God himself was screaming at me.

Then I blindly stared at the sky

And thought of the wish I made to the stars:

"Oh shooting stars above,

Go away and leave me be.

I have done nothing to you,

So please do nothing to me."

I wrote this poem in 2004. It is a poem about Nuclear War, how it would harm everyone that had nothing to do with it.


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    • BukowskiBabe profile image

      BukowskiBabe 6 years ago from Somewhere in the middle of it all.

      Thank you,Blaise....this was a good comment to wake up to.

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      Fehl Dungo 6 years ago from close to you...

      That was totally intriguing. I knew there's gonna be something in the end. Loved it. Amazing! Rated up! :)

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      BukowskiBabe 6 years ago from Somewhere in the middle of it all.

      Bud thank you. I wrote that many years ago. By the way, if you ever have the time and you don't already know about it, google Murphy Ranch in Rustic Canyon. It's an odd, trippy little tale that never knew about even though I grew up in So Cal.I tried to find out more about the people involved, but info is scant.

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      Bud Gallant 6 years ago from Hamilton, Ontario, Canada

      Very interesting poem! It's really unique that you would write about this. I like how you tied that in with your wish. It makes sense to me. Great work!