Lin Lane Poet Rhyme

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Tossing Hand Grenades and Bullets

Off and on they signaled, always in rapid fire
casting munitions across my window blind
A garish platoon of aggressors engaged in war
all tossing hand grenades at my haggard mind

Their bullets were blinking in Morse code
flashing in rhythm with droning dissonant jazz
From their stronghold across the asphalt road
they nightly attacked in a tawdry scheme

No clouds as allies to enshroud the moonlight
In cryptic shadows I avoided the street lamp
and the eyes of their sentry. Her stilettos tapping
in syncopation, I slipped by their sentinel vamp

Stealthily I moved, muscles tensed and strained,
I peered through the umbras to launch my attack
An alleyway spotted, and there I ordained
the weapon to silence their nightly escapade

Behind their front line, my hand unlatched the box
I flipped all the switches and pulled out the fuse 
The only sounds I heard were patrons moaning 
No Morse code signals or stilettos walking in ruse

On my window blinds there were no flashing lights
No tacky neon sign, offering home brewed beer on tap
Victory over the aggressors. I mumbled their last rites
I slept peacefully through the night with a fuse in my lap

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Joanna Daniel December 10, 2017 at 5:13 AM Ha ha, good you were not caught, love the suspense, I was wondering how the picture was related to the poem, until I read it fully:) Lin Lane December 10, 2017 at 10:40 AM Oh Jo! I didn't really do this. It's all a figment of my imagination, but I'll take it as a compliment that it seemed real to you. Hugs, dear friend.

John Gondolf December 9, 2017 at 11:44 AM Lin, I enjoyed this poem. On one of my trips to New Orleans I stayed at the Royal Sonesta and there was loud, loud music right across the street all night long, next time I'll look for the fuse box. John Lin Lane December 9, 2017 at 4:36 PM Any hotel in the Vieux Carre' is destined to be noisy, especially on weekends. You chose one on Bourbon St. but please visit again and chose a hotel out of the French Quarter. I hope you enjoyed your stay. There's so much to see and do. Thanks for liking the poem, John.

Tim Smith December 9, 2017 at 7:52 AM I can sleep through anything...lol...great poem Lin Lane December 9, 2017 at 8:02 AM You're very fortunate to be able to sleep so soundly. Thanks very much, Tim.

Frederic Parker December 8, 2017 at 6:37 PM city life I remember it well, the broken signs the cracked sidewalks, the cigarette butts, the stiletto girls who were really guys, the hustlers and pimps with a stylized walk...days of my youth...your poem took me back...thank you for that Lin Lane December 10, 2017 at 10:37 AM Arthur...He's become a spotted leopard...if only he'd change his ways, but he seems to relish needling. My skin is tough enough not to allow him to pierce me. Arthur Vaso December 10, 2017 at 12:21 AM Tom is a troll, is what he does, is what all his gang does. Lin Lane December 8, 2017 at 10:50 PM Tom, we had an agreement to stay away from each other's poetry. I don't read yours so don't comment on mine. If you need to contact someone who commented to me, don't do it on my poems. Lin Lane December 8, 2017 at 10:46 PM Frederic, I'm glad to know it gave you a nostalgic look back. Thanks for liking this one.

John Lawless December 8, 2017 at 4:36 PM Hey, Lin, ya gotta do what ya gotta do. I've had a few "interactions" with rowdy college kids waking my kids at 3AM. Lin Lane December 8, 2017 at 10:45 PM This was a fictional write. Thanks for the read and comment,.

Charlie Smith December 8, 2017 at 3:55 PM Ahh, the sweet taste of victory. Enjoy.... Lin Lane December 8, 2017 at 10:44 PM I'd not be able to handle those lights. Thank you, Charlie.

Constance La France December 8, 2017 at 3:50 PM Lin, I have a parking lot lamp shining in my bedroom window, that I would love to send a grenade at. Great poem and so well written. Lin Lane December 8, 2017 at 10:42 PM Blackout drapes! Thanks, BW.

Jan Allison December 8, 2017 at 12:05 PM lol I loved the sense of victory at the end of the poem Lin I'm sure those neon signs flashing would drive me insane too:-) Great accompanying picture too:-) hugs jan xx Lin Lane December 8, 2017 at 10:40 PM They must be annoying. Thanks, Jan.