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Alan Blenkhorn Poem
You, never, left me
Parents
Separated
Children
Sent, away
Others
Stray
Out, of, sight
To, fight
A, living
Misery
Seemingly
Very, very
Wrong
Everything, gone!
Life
Isn’t
Right
Past
Insight
A, loner
Bi Polar
Without
Medication
To, boarder
Needs
Sedation
Any
Mind
Filling
Stimulation
Annulling
His
Sensations
Could
Cause
Dramatic
Fanatic
Inflation
Bi Polar stumbles, on
The, children’s, prison
Sensing
Grieving
He, plans, on
Just
Leaving
Until
Still…
He, remembers
A, daughter
Once
Close
Loving
Her, most
She, could, be, in, there!
No, moments
For, despair
Thinking
Stay here!
The, guards
Had, no, time
To, even, move
Due, to
BP’s, smooth
Psychotic
Grooves
Twenty or, more
Everyone
Sore
Then, a, familiar
Voice
His, preference
Of, choice
Follows
Her, energy
Vibe
Straight, to
The, completely
Terrified
He, always, knows
Where, to, go
A, cold, dungeon
Damp, and, dark
Below
Her, voice
Speaks
Piercing
Miseries
Noise
Annoyed
Kicking
Through
Doors
Its kids
Galore!
So!
Everyone goes!
Through
The, front
Hanging
Smashed
Doors
Not, one, kid
Left, back
A, successful
Manic
Attack
On, horse, and, saddle
This, group, traveled
Through, fields
And, thickened
Forest
Tundra lies
Just, before
Dust
Under the, African, stars
Light
Fills, bright, tonight
Keeps, them
In
Tight
Then, a, spot
Thought
Right
For
The, night
These, kids, could be, the life, of, him
He, doesn’t, want, a, goddamn, thing
Kiss
Hug
Your, horses
Thank, you
Helps, them, feel
A, little, less
Cranky
Tears
Back
Remorse
Using
All
His, energy’s, force
Through, jungles, in, the pouring, rain
Not, to, mention
The, constant, strain
Requiring, no, attention
These, kids, never, complain
The, group, finds, a, stray
On, their, pathway
He, strolled, through
Like a, snoop
Too
Can, we keep, him!?
He, lost, his, kin
So
We, let him, in
BP’s, eyes
Circle, like, flies
Thinking
Something
Is, shorthand
Understand!
A, lion, cub
Brought, these, kids
Lots
Of
Love
Up, the trail, a, ways
Trouble, turns, in, the, haze
Pounds and, more
Put, on, this, pack
An, Awful
Roar!
The, size, of a, Lincoln, town, car!
Biggest, animal
He, ever, saw
A, beast, of, pride
We, should, really
Try, to, hide
He, could
Definitely
Kill
With
Chills
Deciding, pride
Quiet, in, grace
In BP’s, daughter’s, pretty, face!
He, cried
She, never, moved, a, muscle
With, plenty, of, reasons
To, scuffle
Then
Lionesses
Joined, in
Gaze
With, Lincoln
His, daughter
Held, strong
He, seemed, to listen
Like, she, belonged
With, him
(A, whisper)
He is, not, a, pet!
Cub, is, our, friend
You, need, not, fret
We, mean
No, harm
Please
Call, off
The, alarm
Creating, smiles
On, each, face
Lasting, awhile
For, an, awkward
Space
To, find, the, mothers!
Cried, another
Group, to, group
They’ll, show
Us
A, better
Route
Lincoln
Lead, the, pack
He, knows
The, best, ways
To, track
Then, suddenly
A, chemical
Imbalance
Hits BP
Rapidly
As, if, in
A, trance
She, must, be, near
It’s been
Thirteen, years
Since
Sharing
Words
Kind, sincere
Now BP
Is, talking, to, the, birds
He, has, forgotten
Words
Sounds
More
And
More
Disturbed
What, are, you, doing, here!?
Your, story, isn’t, quite, clear!
Are, those, your, horses?
Have, you…?
Any, other, resources
BP looks, back
Was, there an, attack?
I’m, not, well…
Somebody…
Please…
Tell…
BP, never, even, came, close
To, the, children’s, post
An, unconscious
Decision
To
Steal
Horses
And
Head for
The coast
And live
A ghost
Now
Sits, in, a
Roast
With
Mother
The, most
Up, real
Firm…
And, close
No, lions
No, kids
No, manic
Adventure
Just
Another, painted
Pathetic
Depressing
Picture
Delusion
Stir
Confusion
In, my
Mind
I, know
She’s
Fine
I, miss
Her…
All, the, time
Copyright © Alan Blenkhorn | Year Posted 2013
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Alan Blenkhorn Poem
One fine, hot, summer day
My brother Scotty and I, were held back, from play
Angered mother
She sent us, to our room, bothered
In our opinions
It wasn’t the best decision
Immaturely actively singing a song, that was seemingly, very, very wrong
In captivity we, devised an escape plan
To sneak out man!
I mapped a simple route
To the front door, where we’ll scoot
Easy going down, the wooden stairs
Forgetting what was really fair
Together we sneakily, started down
Towards the frustrated, warden zone
Remember the third step, is a little creaky
Now, without regret, sneaky
Quiet
Softly
We
Crept
Mom was cleaning the floors
Tip toe towards, the front screen door
All clear of sisters
(In a whisper)
Easy, does it, Scotty!
Quit laughing!
Then, I slipped and lost my footing
Hitting every step going
A loud noise
Swearing
You can bet
We don’t need those toys!
(You can stop whispering)
Uh, ah, oh!
She had to know
Hearing her drop her cloth
Scotty started up the stairs, intimidated by the boss
To the top
Then gave me a brother spot
She doesn’t play fair
What, the, sweet, summer, grounded over the tears!?
Is going on out here!
Sending an energy, with summonsing fear
I will put my foot, up both of your, mischievous, misbehaving butts!
She took off her, fogged up glasses, and went a little nuts
Someone is getting this smack!
Scotty, get back!
Abort! Abort!
Little bro
For the team, you know
Out the bedroom window!
Don’t forget to, remove the screen
Remember what happened to me
Seen me plunge before, but never made it, one more
She’s now picking up steam!
Scott, you can do it, with ease, just slowly lean
I’ll take the rap
You can count on that
What did I tell you, two!?
Alan!
This, just, won’t do!
Then everything stopped
A Scotty flash and, dropped
Right past the living room window
That a boy!
Brother
Conqueror
She must have seen him, in my eyes
Yelling, she turned to cry
Scott!!
Stop!
You go get your brother!
In one long mutter
Now, she was really, starting to get bothered
She made me go get him or she’d tell father
Then she sent us back, to our bedroom
Doomed
Ok, this, time, we’ll…
Copyright © Alan Blenkhorn | Year Posted 2013
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