Thief

Today I saw a thief.
He stole a morning snack.
I went to approach him
to say, “Go put it back!”

I simply can’t explain.
Perhaps just in a mood.
I stopped to think about the
fact, he may need the food.

His clothes were ragged
but that’s the style of today.
I didn’t want to judge him
in that specific way.

He may have children
whom haven’t had a bite,
for several aching days;
for several waking nights.

The thief had come and gone
while imagining his plight.
The shop owner arrived,
but the thief was out of sight.

He looked to me and said,
“Thieves don’t know the cost.
I’ll have to sell 15 just
to make up what I’ve lost.”

Then, I felt conflicted,
‘cause in the thief’s defense,
he must eat to live, but
not at this man’s expense.

This man has a family
depending on his store.
Now they’ll miss a meal-
the thief missed many more.

Stealing is always wrong.
I know this much is true.
I can’t help but wonder
what I, or you, would do?

Better Than You

You said to me, “I’m better than you.”
I disagreed and I puffed my chest
but inside I knew, it’s true.

That’s all it took to gain my admiration.
You didn’t have to prove it – I was yours.
My thoughts, poisoned by your put downs, 
were obsessed
with climbing
your ladder
of approval.

What can I do to be your equal?
Maybe if I got a higher score,
Or made friends with yours,
and if they looked up to me
with praise akin
to how they praised you,
you’d raise your chin
and see me eye to eye.
But you don’t
and I don’t
know why.

I’m better at sports,
better at school,
have more friends,
broke more rules,
made more money,
traveled more too.
You know what?
I’m better than you!

But how can I convince you,
like you did me, when my words
don’t phase you at all?
We don’t speak unless I call.
I bet you don’t notice
when the phone doesn’t ring.
I sit and stare, getting madder
by the minute;
You should be begging for my time!

I laugh at your failures.
I say you deserve it.
I try hard to be perfect;
waiting for you
to tell me I’m worth it,
because in your presence
I don’t feel like a person!

A seed planted in my youth,
bloomed to become my truth.
Thoughts into reality,
I’ve doubted me
my entire life.

Years fighting your voice,
only to find;
it was never yours – It was mine.

The Cure For Life

Life is an illness for which there’s no cure.
Fright into stillness, a knock at the door.
Imploring words spoken, I chose to ignore.
The door flew wide open, I fell to the floor.

“Oh my word my dear child!” This voice was uncaring,
“What has happened to you that is so overbearing?
”She grinned and leaned in, said, “Tell me your strife.”
“I’m suffering from this forsaken life!”

“Suffering?” she asked, “Then we mustn’t waste time.”
I felt her intentions becoming malign.
A cloaked formed around her. A blade flicked a shine.
My words did confound her, “I was faking, I’m fine!”

I was shaking as I continued to cry.
“I was wrong for thinking the cure was to die!”
She replied, “Too bad you realized this too late.
You’ve made your decision, now suffer the fate!”

Life is an illness.
Appreciation – the cure.
Don’t take it for granted or
the knock may be at Your door.

The Mountain

The wind howled.
A point to prove.
The Mountain would not move.

The thunder roared.
The lightning struck
the Mountain with no luck!

The rain stormed
and threw a fit.
The Mountain would not submit.

When the earth
began to quake.
The Mountain would not break.

They all attacked,
inch by inch.
The Mountain would not flinch.

When pressure comes
from all around.
Be the Mountain. Stand your ground.

-Robert J. Harrigan

The Battle Within

Holding on to anger,
one can not deny,
is like drinking poison,
expecting foes to die.

A walking contradiction,
how I’ve always been.
Achieve invisibility,
grieve when I’m not seen.

Behind these bars of silence.
Imprisoned inside Hell.
The door’s unlocked, however,
afraid to leave my cell.

The battle against evil,
the conquering of sin,
is not against each other,
it’s happening within.

CHOMP! (A Shark Week Poem)

I went swimming after dark –
late night – a great white shark
swam up and parked –
brake light eyes – red,
then he said,

“This is not a dream.
You should scream
when I’m on screen –
I’m mean.
Haven’t you seen
my movie scenes?
Duunnn-Dunnn – Have
you heard my theme?”

I was silent and still – malaise
as he gazed,
violent yet chill – unphased.
This giant with gills portrays
how he sways – naiant, his grill
displayed.  

I said, “please don’t eat me.”
My knees shook discreetly,
“Look – these arms,” *squeeze*
“completely meat-free.”

I drifted east, back to shore.
He said,
“You’re no feast, that’s for sure.”
I sighed relief until the beast said,
“But that’s what snacks are for!”

CHOMP!

Oblivious By Nature

Is it just me,
Or does no one see
This wonderful, beautiful thing?

They all walk around,
With heads to the ground.
Oh wonderful, beautiful thing!

They must be afraid,
Or they would have laid
Eyes on this beautiful thing.

It sits, plain in sight
I think that it might
Know it’s a beautiful thing.

Perhaps, what it wants,
To taunt, how it flaunts,
This wonderful, beautiful thing! I watch, as it flees
And still, no one sees
This wonderful, beautiful thing.