R B Seals

Freshman - 634 Points [r.b.seals] (Columbus, Ohio)

R B Seals
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A resident of central Delaware, the author currently serves as an IT system administrator for county government in neighboring Queen Anne’s County, Maryland. When not writing or indulging his passion for flight or scuba diving, he pursued his goal of continuing education graduating from the Community College of the Air Force, Wesley College and Wilmington University, earning a Master’s degree in education. A native of Westerville, Ohio, he served twenty-four years in the United States Air Force—initially in the field of aircraft maintenance, then later as an air traffic controller for nineteen years. more »

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  • ''Wisdom stands where
    Wisdom should,
    On rightful place
    Where failure stood.''
    Words Left Unsaid, copyright 2002
  • ''Lodged within the boundary of my soul,
    The beast lies in wait-
    Be it expressed as jealousy, envy or hate-
    Ready to rear and take control.''
    Words Left Unsaid, copyright 2002
  • ''For in their eyes, an oddment on
    a shelf is all he would ever be.
    A trifle figure, left to dust, bearing
    an emptiness they could never see.''
    Words Left Unsaid, copyright 2002
  • ''O hallowed soldier, bent and sore,
    The trumpet sounds from a hostile shore,
    Echoing memories relived many times before
    Of the glory, the plunder and the human gore.''
    Words Left Unsaid, copyright 2002
  • ''If your feelings for her be pure
    Through the good times and the bad,
    The joyful and the sad,
    Your love (and hers) will endure.''
    Words Left Unsaid, copyright 2002
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Fragment Of War

In neighboring park, beneath the
sunlit, pink and white canopy
of the blossoming cherry trees
an older man bent and gray,
clothed in everyday attire, sits
alone, poised in reflective stance,
blending nondescript, sometimes
invisible on weathered, teal-colored
bench, in filtered light of midday.

Seldom noticed,
he reaches down to
embrace his distal thigh.
Gently, he kneads the crafted,
circular mound that once
joined to knee and leg—
the ever-present reminder
of a war long-ago fought and
the nightmares that never die.

Sometimes, ...

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