Daphne wants her dreams tweaked
Angeline has unresolved Father Daughter
relationship issues
Betty has had a small op
but now only wants friends
Who are they trying to kid ?
with this talk of personal salvation
The guards said I couldn't make it
But, there's one not talking now.
He not talking now.
They’ll find him in the morning
When you hear that siren howl.
I've been running through the bushes,
Through the canyons and the trees.
Through the trees.
I've been running for my life baby.
I've been running to get free.
I'm riding on the night train,
The bus just takes too long.
Just too damn long.
No body there can know me
But the engine knows my song.
I’m going down Colorado.
Two days and I’ll be there.
Coming there.
I gots to find you woman,
Run my fingers through your hair.
Keep out of sight babe,
Stay low until I come.
I promised I’d come.
I’ll be knowin’ where to find you
If you keeps your porch light on.
Now they got those bright lights on me
But the lights they're turning black.
Slowly turning black.
I ain’t going’ back to Chino,
Got a bullet in my back.
Now if you see sweet Angeline,
Softly tell her that I'm done.
My freedom’s done.
But though my broken heart ain’t beatin’,
My soul keeps running on.
2021 © by Angeline Vine
Every once in awhile
there's a stadium of people
up there
They
roll by like a movie ending
no written credits
only dates known to me
They quickly vanish
As I focus on stopping
my car
at the red light
A-uthor
N-icely
G-reets
E-legant
L-ady
I-n
N-atal
E-xpression
R-apturously
O-ffering
S-tatement
A-bout
S-weetness
Topic: Birthday of Angeline G. Rosas (November 05)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
By Angeline Vine ©
No one wants to hear
about some
woman's period
and the comfort
(or size)
of her pad
No one wants to hear
phaquers sing about
diarrhea and indigestion
Especially at dinner time
when
these commercials play
A-nother
N-ew
G-low
E-ndorses
L-ight
I-n
N-atural
E-ffulgent
R-ay
O-nce
S-un
A-ppears
S-ilently
Topic: Birthday of Angeline Rosas (November 05)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Through graveyard
meandering, just
me and Dad
stories sad
abbreviated down to
mostly names and dates
So we tell
their stories by turns
like poor Duane
Dinwiddie
died at age thirty-three of
bee sting allergy
So tragic
how she caught a chill
Angeline
age nineteen
who died before her wedding
day, her groom grieves still
Or the war
heroes, Frank and Finn
taken in
the prime of
life, no child or wife, they were
just children themselves
Gunther Gold
did what he was told
gullible
on a dare
lost his life to win respect
bullies didn't care
Bartleby
hypochondriac
cough, sneeze, hack
was ignored
by the whole village, but he
got them back- with plague
Len Kramer
the lion tamer
tried to save
his wife when
she unwisely came in, but-
got eaten instead
Philetus
on flying trapeeze
an ace- the
very best
until he had to sneeze- then
sadly laid to rest
Then Daddy
looks at me and I
look at him
giving in
to sudden gales of laughter
glad to be alive
(NOTE: Although I listed this as a Free Verse, it is actually in Shadorma form...)
By Angeline Vine
He went through the morning
ritual
Scooping spoons of coffee
One . .
Two . . .
Three . .
Four . .
and one to grow on!
Suddenly, his keister felt
a slap
By Angeline Vine
The bus driver only picked her up
if other people were standing
near by
If she was alone
the driver would quickly
drive right by her
She thought she was no different
than anyone else
Although the bus driver
thought she was
By Angeline Vine
The rats were lively
falling from ceiling tiles
running for an open door
some had no tails
and later their photos were
on the news
The patrons were eating
spaghetti and meatballs
By Angeline Vine
Every night he went
into Mrs. Foosebah's bathroom
and whizzed all over her seat
He confessed this
to a guy named Sal who
was sitting at the snack bar
at the bowling alley
so he felt as if
he had
some form of religion
due to his confession
When someone asked . . .
he said he was Catholic
By Angeline Vine
The lady only had one arm left
They found her at the edge of the marsh
both legs gone and her right arm missing
It was an amazing snack
By Angeline Vine
In the midst of someone's middle age
it was discovered that one a day
could help
Except it really depended on what
one accepted as 'middle age'
His skin is coated in red ocher,
making it hard for his enemies
to notice him midst termite mounds.
He wears a headdress of cowrie shells
and ostrich feathers, for his battle
is a special day like weddings
and initiation.
His eyes remain as steady as the Sun,
reflecting greatness he sees lying
before him….
……………………………………………………………….
The lion's fur is wildly free in disarray
proudly displaying its untamed nature
to the approaching hunter under the hot sun
The lion yawns blissfully unaware
of the battle that's about to come
to an ordinary day like any other day
a lazy afternoon nap
Yet the lion's instinct is as sharp as a knife
picking up movements in the grass
with its tiny rounded eyes...
(A collaboration with Angeline Haikutwinkle)
Sssssst….."Silencesssssss……that'sssss…what I likesssss…."
The snake hisses and slithers incognito
In a dark alley lit by red lanterns
It believes all lives belong to it
A fool's belief, people may say
Words travel around returning with echoes
Banging sound waves to the head
Hurting the mind that holds a secret key
To a place where the slabs of the alley disappear
There are no walls, only a place with endless radiance
Bliss takes new forms ceaselessly altering its course
Faceless by night, pretender by day
In every mirror it sees, it becomes unrecognizable
In daylight, it wears a mask believing
In nightfall, it rips up the mask unbelieving
A Collaborated Poem with Angeline
Edited and arranged by Angeline
Copyright © 2016 June 4th
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