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I slowed my newly built time machine
At the year 2586.
When it stopped,
It was January 8, 2587.
I saw a desolate planet,
With no signs of life in miles.
“Did World War III take place?”
Rang through my head.
I re-entered the time machine
When banging reached my ears.
I again exited my time machine
To follow the banging.
I arrived at an airtight door,
Where the banging seemed to originate.
“Don’t open it!”
Rang through my head
As I reached towards the door.
I opened the door and jumped back, startled,
For a man, about twenty, collapsed
When I opened the door.
He staggered up and weakly said,
“Help the people down below,
For most have not seen the light of day for three full years
After the Nuclear Devastation.”
He then collapsed
Into the darkness from which he came.
I don’t know why
But I became scared.
I stared into the shelter.
Half of me says,
“Get out of here and go home!”
And my other half says,
“Save the people, then go.
You may be thankful.”
The part about running
Sounded pretty good,
But knowing lives were at stake,
I entered the shelter nervously.
Down the stairs I climbed,
Down
Down
And down further.
Every step I took it became hotter
Hotter
Hotter
And hotter still.
When I reached the bottom,
I entered a room
About the size of a park
With many people
Cramped inside.
Then a young boy,
About ten years old,
Saw me and yelled,
“Someone is here to save us!”
The people cramped around me
As if I was some sort of god.
They were all saying,
“Please, save us!”
The women holding small babies,
The men by their wives and children.
All begged me to free them.
I became nervous
And sweat poured out of my hands
As if a faucet in my hands
Was turned on.
I then yelled,
“I shall free you all! Follow me!”
I began running up the long flight of stairs
With the cheers of the people behind me.
The sunlight,
Which seemed miles away,
Came closer
Closer
Closer
And closer still.
“Hooray!”
Shouted the joyous people
When we surfaced.
They gathered up all that they owned
And gave it to me,
But I politely refused.
I pulled out my pocket camera,
And took many photos
Before I decided to return to my time machine.
On my way there
I thought,
“I have the power to stop
The dreaded World War Three.”
When I arrived at my time machine,
A lightning bolt fell from the sky,
Destroying my time machine.
“How odd,” I thought,
“Not a cloud in the sky.”
I then realized it was a sign,
A sign from God.
I realized that I cannot change,
What is yet to come.
Now I am stranded,
In the world of my future.

Survivors

Dawn was breaking
On the cool morning
On October Third, 2017.
The new space shuttle,
Challenger II,
Was ready to launch,
Carrying a hundred Americans,
To the new Space Station,
Alpha One.
The clock read 5:31 A.M.
Just four minutes until launch.
“Launch!”
Was yelled,
Early, but late.
A missile impacted
Just one-hundred miles away.
The shuttle launched,
And the passengers aboard Challenger II,
Witnessed an explosion
That completely destroyed Earth.
The people aboard Challenger II
Were the only survivors
Of the complete devastation of Earth
Caused by World War III.

Missile Launch

I was sitting in my office,
Watching the Defense Condition,
Which was on number three.
World War III has started,
And no missile threats were known.
I knew, that when it reaches DefCon 1,
Missile from Russia
Will launch
And I would have to give the command
That will launch our missiles.
I become nervous when it reached DefCon 2.
I was sweating badly.
Then it became DefCon 1.
Fifteen seconds before Counterstrike.
Fourteen…
Thirteen…
Twelve…
Eleven…
Ten…
Nine…
Eight…
Seven…
Six…
Five…
Four…
Three…
Two…
One…
“Launch the missiles!”
I then sat down and prayed.

Forest Incident

The sunlight,
Shining through the tops
Of the pine trees
That grew ever so tall,
Shone brightly where I was laying,
Staring up at the trees,
That swayed in the gentle breeze.
Squirrels and chipmunks
Scurried through the trees,
Looking like mischievous animals
Running with a prize.
Soon the sky got darker
And the wind blew stronger.
A storm was approaching
And I was far from home.
I quickly rose to my feet,
And ran to a cave
I saw a mile back.
When I entered the cave,
I was soaked
From head to toe.
I gathered some sticks
And made a fire
To warm myself up.
I opened my backpack,
And took out a towel
To dry myself off.
When I was done,
I put on some dry clothes
And unrolled by sleeping bag
To rest while the storm was going.
“Tomorrow I’ll go home
And forget this whole incident.”
I said, laying in the warm sleeping bag.
I then went to sleep,
To await the morning light.

Christmas

My cousins and my brother,
My aunt and my uncle,
My parents and my grandmother,
And I
Sat around the sparkling Christmas tree.

Twelve o’clock was the time,
When my dad and my uncle,
Dragged in a large, grey, suitcase,
Without anyone knowing.

They quietly set the suitcase,
Which was my grandmother’s present,
By my grandmother.

“Mom,” my dad said,
“Look next to you.”
“Oh my gosh,” was her shocked reply.
“Open it,” said my aunt.

She opens it only to find a smaller one inside.
She opens the smaller one and finds a card,
Which, of course, I don’t know what it said.

“Oh, thank you,” was her reply.
“Now I can go to Arizona again!”

The Toy March

It was midnight
On Friday 13.
All was quiet
In the old toy shop.
Then a toy soldier
Opened its small eyes
Then put a bugle up to its mouth
And played the reveille.
All the toys then came to life.
The toy soldiers
Got into formation
And marched onto the floor
Followed by all of the toys.
The door flung open
And the toys walked out.
The toys marched down the road
And were never seen again.

The Time Machine

The year was 2001
And a young man,
Robert Madder,
Had just created a time machine
So he could see the future.
He was ready to go
But something went wrong.
He went to fix it
And did not succeed.
He had to leave soon
Before anyone stole his time machine.
He went to the store
And when he returned
His time machine was ruined.
He sat down next to his time machine
And stayed there
Without moving
Until the day he died.

Time

For years I have wondered
What time travel would be like.
Could I go back
And see Christ’s death?
Could I see
What the future would be like?
Those were questions
That I asked myself.
Today I have done it,
I have conquered time itself.
‘Explorer’
I called it
Since I am going to explore time
And find the truth
To time’s facts.
My first launch will be tomorrow.
I will head back to the year 1900
And save the Titanic from sinking.
Will I be successful?
Only time will tell.

The Wolf

In the dead of night,
When all were asleep,
A large brown wolf,
Stalked towards a small village.
With hunger on its mind,
It caught a cat,
Then ate it in chunks.
The owner of the cat,
A tall young man,
Saw the wolf,
And got his shotgun
To shoot the wolf till dead.
The wolf sensed the danger
And ran into the forest
Where it came.
The man made a shot,
But the wolf was too fast,
And got away.
The wolf headed towards another village,
Hoping to get some more food.

The Wolf and the Economy

As I exited the chopper
Onto the snow covered
Alaskan Mountains
Where the Industrial Society was now just reaching
I saw a large brown wolf approach me.
I backed off in caution
Staring at the wolf.
I though in fear,
“Please do not attack me
But if you do
Please, get it over with.”
It did not move.
It just stared at me with a look of distress and fear.
It then looked behind me
At the Industrial Society.
A moment later it turns and continues walking
As if I did not exist.
I thought about what had happened and concluded,
“The wolf,
And other animals,
Were forced out of their wooded homes
So other people can live there.”
I then asked myself,
“I wonder why we cannot leave room
For our animal neighbors?”

Love

Love is a soft feeling
That holds great joy.
This same love
Brings your feelings
To your heart.
Love cannot be locked up.

Friendship

Friendship is needed
To live a good life.
Without any friends
You may go nowhere.
Friendship has to be made kindly,
Or else you may have enemies.
Friendship leads to good attitudes
That makes your life easier.

California Gold

The gold that dotted the California hills
And the gold that made the Spaniards call California
“Land of Fire”
This gold is better known as
“Poppies”
The poppies now live in many gardens
In their home state
California
The Golden State

Death

Fear struck the lady
As the doctor said that she was to die.
“No!”
She hollered.
“I don’t want to die yet!”
“It is no use hollering,”
Replied a handsome man.
He then touched her shoulder,
And she died in peace.

Lone Mountain Summit

I was standing alone
On a lone mountain summit
Which bordered good and evil.
It was easy to tell
Which was which
Because good was light
And evil was dark.
For I try to take the path down to good,
But I keep slipping slightly back.
My life is my path
And I try to go the right way
But I sometimes slip back.
I have to try
To edge my way down
On the good side of the mountain
And have a glorious life.