Best Coast Is Clear Poems
Pay attention
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Just when she thinks the coast is clear
In walks the ghost with a smile and a can of beer
“Come over here - let me tell you a story”
“Sit on my lap - you don’t have to worry”
“Do as I say and it won’t be gory”
Pay attention
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As the ghost tells his bed time story
Strokes her hair and tells her not to worry
Listening to this ghost and his horrific sounds
Her body is stiff, her heart pounds
She tries not to cry as his pants begin to round
Pay attention
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“You know I love you” the story begins
“Don’t tell mommy” the story ends
Back in bed alone in the dark
The ghost and his beer have left their mark
An innocent “bedtime story” is how it all starts
Lay
**Submitted to Crystal Wilkins Childhood Memories Contest
*Won 2nd place
dear (i am not a) victim,
i am an orphan, fear
is an endorphin
(easy release)
morph into beast
-i hate you- to
say the least-
to say the most,
i love you (are
toast) buttered up
moist & tempting-
dear victim, you are
a fling, i got (too
excited, broke a wing)
something to quench
your thirst- bubble
burst, the worst is
near & i'll stay until
the coast is clear
You give into peer pressure and hesitantly cut class,
So you can smoke cancer sticks and,
Get high in the school bathroom with,
Five other boys that are your so called friends,
A security guard smells the cigarette smoke and,
Chases you out of the bathroom and down the hall,
Everyone gathers at the classroom windows to watch,
As eight more guards join in on the chase,
You run up and down the halls all the way to the eighth floor,
Quickly you hide in a supply closet as the guards turn the corner and run past,
Once the coast is clear you sneak back downstairs to the first floor,
Unwittingly you stop to talk to a girl,
In doing so the guards spot you on the cameras and give chase once again,
Unsuspecting you are rushed at by a guard and tackled,
Soon after all of the other guards pile on top,
All the while the girl you were talking to watches in amazement as you're,
Hauled off in flex cuffs to the principals office,
You sit in silence as the principal yells at you and,
Gives you three weeks of detention,
All the while you never knew that a fellow student recorded the whole ordeal,
And posted it on youtube under the name,
"kid gives school security guards a run for their money"
Which has already been viewed over three million times in the last five minutes,
You don't know it yet but you just went from being a nobody,
To a five star bad boy,
Morbid gloomy night in the middle of fall,
Sitting on the window waiting on your call.
The skies are kicking and punching;
Throwing a tantrum against the wall.
My heart breaks with your absence,
But there is more to you than just your presence.
I now lay on your side of the bed,
Searching, tracing the last bits of your essence.
It’s all now coming to an end,
And it’s up to the solid grounds to comprehend.
Rain is always needed in order to grow,
Love is a plant and must ascend.
The coast is clear inviting morning to appear;
Chirping birds and colors coming from the rear.
A ray of sunshine enhancing a rainbow in the dark;
Soon we will be together, maybe just another year.
-Inactive Volcano
I’m in the house, all alone
I know 100% that no-one is home
Without my clothes I crawl out of bed
Sleepy eyed and with fuzzy head
Turn off the alarm with a stretch and a yawn
Time to jump in the bath and turn pink like a prawn
I get to the door and pop my head out
Look left and right, and then listen out
Coast is clear, I dash down the stairs
Turn the corner and shoot passed the arm chairs
Race through the kitchen and by the back door
Careful not to slip on the floor
Phew, finally I make it to the bathroom unseen
By the whole heap of nobodies at home with me
Locking the door with a nervous giggle
What if you’d seen my racing bum wiggle?
One morning I’ll think before I come down
And remember to use that darn dressing gown
She seeps through the halls
Listening for him to bawl
Her illusions keep her awake
As her mind continues to break
No one taught her the truth
That her child died at youth
She knew of the fact
But only made her mind blacked
She lives in Meadow Lanes
Where she stays rooted with chains
If you head straight
You'll go into a dark fate
She's in the baby blue room
Where she holds her dead womb
She'll cause stairs to creak
And soon, she'll let out a loud shriek
It'll freeze you in your step
She'll appear, causing you to yelp
Stay frozen, don't move
Unless a tale she'll prove
She'll have tears on her flushed face
She won't move, she wants a chase
Don't give it to her
Stay still until the coast is clear
Don't worry, she'll leave
But she'll gather you as a pet peeve
Don't stay longer
Unless you want to end like Johnson's daughter
Don't ever come back
For now, the door gains another crack
That was a tragic tale you see?
Now child please, run along and go flee
If you want to know more
Why don't you head to my door?
Disguised
chameleon skin
If my sea weed is greener,
the coast is clear for your sheep's.
Your lions faces are meaner,
than my innocence of friendship.
Rebellion being
Destroy my child's placenta.
As you wish,if it makes you lighter.
In all,homeless are you in "mans" agenda.
At the abyss of the "cordis",am left none but happier.
Living way up north in the snow,
was a yeti who was quite gullible,
wanted to keep the peace with him,
so told him I was his next of kin,
I hated to make up a story like that,
but didn't want him to one day attack,
being he lived so very close by,
had to watch out and keep a very wary eye,
But after I told him he'd become warmer,
unlike the days when his temper was stormier,
like a savage he'd do more than kick a can,
acting quite like an abominable snowman,
But now he'd come over for friendly visits,
clearing my driveway with his big gigantic fists,
even clearing the snow from off my roof,
making funny faces and acting like a goof,
I'm glad that he thinks I'm one of him,
he acts a little more happier and a lot less grim,
and as I get older my hair has become snow white,
which is similar to his and causes him delight,
One day my vehicle got stuck in the snow,
and alls he had to do was howl and blow,
my vehicle blown all the way to my house,
saving me a towing fee and a little gas,
He sure his handy to have around,
he does things which constantly astound,
thats why I let him sleep in my garage,
up for midnight snacks I hear his forage,
Thank God he's learning to eat what I eat,
since we were fast running out of yak and sheep,
learning to be a vegetarian he gets more gas,
having to swallow bean-o so he wont cause another avalanche,
When visitors come over he's got to hide,
otherwise they might run and cry,
thats when my yeti will go hang out with the local bears,
and come back home when the coast is clear.
12-18-16
The chickens had scattered ever so quickly
Squawking and clucking, fearful and swiftly.
Feathers were flying as their panic set in
A fox near their pen tries to break-in.
His dinner is noisy, his dinner is fast
The chickens are frantic feeling aghast
But the fox is sly as well as cunning
He won't waste energy with too much running.
So he rests and waits until it is dark
Watching and ready about to embark.
The coast is clear or so it does seem
And silently sets out on his hunting regime.
He digs and slips under the wire
Wanting a dinner, his focus and desire.
Scents of his dinner arouses his hunger
Dinner taste better when the meat is younger.
Chickens in sight, which one to pick?
The fatter, the thinner or a little young chick?
Suddenly there's a light and the alarm bells ring
The chickens go mad, panics again in full swing.
The lights are bright the dogs bark is loud
The owner shouts out, the fox momentarily cowed
Dazzled and still for a moment or two
He needs to get out the quickest way through.
Quickly he scarpers, his head in a spin
He's hungry and may get a little more thin
Tomorrow he will search for another way in
For now he's managed to save his own skin.
Contest Name Writing Challenge 'Q' Words
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31.03.23
He went after ten to the corner cafe
Lit brazenly against the backdrop
Of the wife and the kids
Arriving at five on the shuttle
that hustled him into
this port
Spending the night
Looking for a lifeline
To recall when he's anchored
In Cleveland
Hey,a sirens beginning to sing
Strolling away to
A rain soaked night
His conscience safely stowed
Navigating the front desk
Lingering at
Coast is clear
as though
Shanghied to Ohio
Breaking apart on the rocks
Offering cab
fare
And coffee
Walking into
the wake
Alone
Boredom hits me
Fatigue won’t quit me
I’m stuck at work
I’m going berserk
My boss ain’t here
The coast is clear
But I gotta sit tight
I think of rhymes to write
My mind takes flight
As I sit by the light
Processing information
Looking for inspiration
Should I write about clouds?
Or getting lost in the crowd
Or growing up in the slums
Now I’m twiddling my thumbs
I wait for time to pass
I write some more pizzazz
But I’m still really bored
I’m about to hit the floor
A question I wanna forget
Is it 5 o clock yet?
I sigh in one breath
Boredom feels like death
When Cradle Fails
This is a piece of scandalous news, bound to ruffle more than just feathers..
A breaking story such as this, human interest and sympathy are very much raised…
With a damning picture of a child lying within an inverted crib that clearly imprisoned…
The natural exuberance and spirit of a hapless child who suffers this indignity in silence..
O where are the guardians of the children, O how did it come down to such a base level…
When a child’s crib is horrendously turned upside down in order to imprison the child…
When none are watching, when the coast is clear, what other atrocities are done..
Hapless children, handed over to a designated child care centre by loving parents..
Going by a horror story, to have peace and quiet and to do away with squalling children…
Food and drinks are laced with sedatives to give a hideous twist to the popular expression..
The innocent children, they sleep the deep sleep of the innocent here in a child centre…
I wonder, the sleeping child in the inverted crib, is it another case of sleeping drug at the centre…
Reading the news, blessed is the individual who has drawn attention to this child care centre…
Being a government sponsored initiative, heads must rolled and reprimands are in order…
Lackadaisical attitude and negligence in duties must be duly rewarded with harsh penalties…
For the welfare of the innocent children, away from the loving eyes of the busy loving parents..
Who else do we trust, or do loving parents be blissfully ignorant until when the cradle fails…
http://www.thestar.com.my/news/nation/2016/03/18/caged-and-neglected-claim-kids-allegedly-mistreated-at-welfare-home/
If home is where the heart is
My home lies far away
Though I may live in Illinois
Returning home's my goal some day
For now I bide my time and wait
Until the coast is clear and bright
And on that day I'll sail away
To live a life that's pure, upright
In her embrace, deep in my soul
She takes me home to grassy knoll
And beckons me with soft refrains
Come back again, your love remains
Gilt-edged first light visions greet
zestful horde in trendy street
Luscious coffee bouncing bean
set alight a dormant scene
Pumpkin seeds dot fresh brown toast
eager staff cool vibrant host
Ghetto blasters rock and blare
raucous voices split the air
Backbeat sold on grey stone curb
manic newsstand with the blurb
Toil worn riser half asleep
speed bump traffic jam’s beep beep
Noisy dockland, wharf or pier
naval fringe cry, coast is clear
Blue horizon sky high quest
humdrum route dull second best
Stock exchange a whirling disc
budding Gordon Gecko risk
Rapid urban belt whose rift
spurs its city’s latent gift
Trees shed their leaves to take a bow at night,
Where silence reigns like a king without throne,
Birds perch on the cross on grave from twilight,
Eyes scary and waiting...~they are alone,
Waiting...for the next one to be brought here,
Darkness playing tunes that the coast is clear.
9-29-2019