Best Crash(A) Poems
Darkening of the land of man
Shadows pool into wells as gloom
Solidify into the things best left unseen
A thing from a different realm
A different reality
The coming Doom.
A realm between what is known and unseen
We are of this life
We are in the weakening world
The walkers in daylight
Maybe its’s death
But we are only one side of the coin
We are of one world and our souls the other
The only thing that keeps the worlds apart
A thing unseen as thin as smoke
An elusive as a shadow.
Maybe its’s death
Not much separates the two
A heartbeat away
A second reaction
A Fatal attraction
A crash, a drowning, pull of the trigger
A moment in between one thing
And the next a season of shadows
or light everlasting.
Maybe its’s death, maybe not
What is the difference?
The thin veil between realities
A shifting between the seen and unseen
In one moment we are talking to our love
The next they are gone beyond where we can transverse
maybe it is Death?
Or a voyage we sea in deep dreams.
Darkening of the land of man
Shadows pool into wells as gloom
Solidify into the things best left unseen
A thing from a different realm
A different reality
A realm between what is known and unseen…
The coming Doom.
death can come
in the blink of an eye
you can't see it comming
when it comes from the sky
health does'nt matter
when it's your time to die
death is lurking
allways near by
a wind, a wave, someones gun
too much of a medicine even the sun
a crash, a bite, a sexual encounter
nothing can stop it not even cowards
jealosy, hatred, and our own stupidity
an accident, a robbery and all of natures furys
so it's best to be ready
when your time comes
we all have to do it
each and every one
Traffic Light
An empty city street, late at night
There’s nothing but a traffic light
Turning red to green to yellow to red
An endless cycle going on in our heads.
There are four directions that you may choose
You have no guidance, don’t look for the cues
You are on your own now, make a decision
Time is running out, you need a position.
In life, we are too rushed, like we are at a light.
We wait and wait until the time is right
Until our once enough time has run out,
And we are stuck at the beginning overwhelmed with doubt.
But I would rather wait for the perfect turn
Than rush into a decision and crash a burn.
Here I can come,
lets salute the sun,
lets make a brutish cocktail for a run,
lets crash a party that wasn't fun.
And then! ! ! ! !
Ok by then you know there is no playin',
only mind praying,
and rotation of claiming,
because girls are entangling,
estranging-
to their embankment,
to the water that flows strangely,
from out of town-
oh its amazing! ! !
Lets teach them Bangledesh
from the Bay Area-ness,
that comes around in a mess,
drunk and sore from all of their bets.
Ball on time-
when you come
it isn't the crime,
some people ball all the time!
They don't need our time-
our wishes
or our finds...
They are tourists out of their binds...
They're bosses that don't know of lives-
...that need love,
and are falling from their climbs.
Everchanging is this universe, with many twists and different ways;
Sometimes we get up with a burst of energy, sometimes we leave things for better days.
However, we must accept, that everyday is new;
We should make the most of it, for our days on this planet are too few.
A car crash; a fire; become deaf or blind;
Anything could happen, ask yourself, what is left behind.
Have we laid a secure platform for the developing youth?;
Have we lived a life or lies, or have we always told the truth?;
Have we assisted in educating, to give everyone an even chance;
Are all young children happy? Do they still play, and sing, and dance?;
Do we remember our roots? Legends; Ancestors; and Religion?;
Do we consider everything when we make a new decision?
Why are we so focused on old battles that were faught;
Why do we keep forgetting all the new things that are taught?
Children are the leaders of tomorrow, but parents are the leaders of today;
A nation is a family;
Let only true leaders show the way.
Within each young soul lies the desperate need for peace;
No one is born evil, so why can’t the crime rate decrease?:
Let’s all set the example to make the future bright;
It starts with feeding the birds; and praying every night.
A change can only start from within;
That’s the only way that good can win.
Lead through example and show love and care;
Uplift the less fortunate, learn to give and share.
The greatest joy is found in knowing you made a change.
All it takes is a simple, thinking re-arrange.
Let’s use unity to fight the challenges of today.
We can make a difference, if we voice what we have to say.
Let’s use our skills constructively to save our environment; our Earth;
This is the only known planet that maintains both Death and Birth.
Try and prevent others from making simple, yet harmful mistakes;
Pick up that paper on the side of the road, two seconds is all that it takes.
In life there are those who follow, and those; who lead;
There can be a massive ripple effect; from just one small good deed.
We have the power to give knowledge, pass on wisdom and help others to understand;
Unity is the key to peace throughout the land.
A dreamt event
for the newly-wed,
both looking sharp;
how many hand-written invitation cards
have they sent
with the reddest heart and lovely words?
Down the church isle they will go with a tight-sealed tounge;
an organist will play the famous wedding song...
be ready to greet them with wide smiles,
despite your approval or disapproval, don't show your intent!
Oh, never try to crash a dreamt event
for the newly-wed, you may get unpleasant surprises
from that priest or reverend performing the holy matrimony!
Be quite and listen, or don't bother to attend the cerimony!
Some envious eyes fix their manacing, inappropiate glances
on them...dreaming of what could have been;
why can't anyone openly admit their sin?
Don't be a pretender and continue the dance,
anyone can sense those thoughts of anger
and resentment...why are you looking so ghostly?
Let go of all stupidity and don't use puffery...
congratulate them with a cheerful toast and a hearty laughter!
A dreamt event
for the newly-wed,...
kissing passionately
without embarassment,
but as others watch with contentment...
the flower girls follow them gracefully
as they hear the wedding bells at twelve!
FOR EASTER
Humpty Dumpty – From the Chapbook,
A Neighborhood Child. Repost
Humpty Dumpty
You’re a mess!
Fat egg
The moment of your crash a fright!
I’ll never forget
The lightning flash of yellow and white
Did you fall face ward or back? -
I can’t tell
With yoke plashed over your shell
With all the king’s men
The ovaries of a hen
It’s still quite ridiculous
A job so meticulous
I will lie
I wil cheat
I wil repeat
For you
I will crash a car
I will climb Mount Everest
I will set the world on fire
For you
I will empty the Pacific
I will swim the whole Nile
I will move Kilimanjaro
For you
.The survivors. Yes, that's what we call ourselves. We've lived through the terrors of life.
Gentle hands, soft spoken, safe in his arms. Obey, and listen, and the swirling melody of
love plays throughout the scene. And yet, this masquerade is always broken to reveal the
truth. Words sharper than daggers explode around our ears. Bruises appear on our skin.
We've "fallen", the clumsy females we are. We fell. A sports injury, a car crash, a freak
accident. Freak accident of hatred. Much like the lion, quiet and stalking, and then exploding
into a flurry of the hunt. Of the hurt. Swift blows, and blood drips from noses, tears stream
from eyes in a silver river of desperate please, bruises decorate us in tawnys and majestic
purples. Reminders of our "wrong doings". We need to pay for our sins. The only witness are
the walls, and the moonbeams that dance about our dizzy heads. On the ground. Steel toes
to the back. A crack. Fire. Pain. And then, a cool silence. The rage subsides, and apologies
appear. "I'll never do it again" and "I lost control" replay in the back of our heads. Our deja-
vu from the previous night. Always the same. Always the pain. The survivors. Thats what we
call ourselves. And by the dark dance of the moon against the velvet sky, as stars twinkle
like sequins, and fade into the dawn, we pick ourselves up. New excuses. New plates to buy.
A new alarm clock. New knives, doors, but no new hearts, stabbed until the hemmoragging
hurts like a firestorm. Alone. We are alone. We, the Survivors, have lived not an apocalypse,
not a plane crash, but the darkest part of our lives. Therapy can lock it away, but never
remove the dark stain of dried blood upon our souls. Lost. We come together, and escape.
We start anew, but are never the same. Dark dreams, paranoia haunting our shadows, and
the jumps that come with shattered glass of the clink of dishes. Never the same, but
stronger. What doesn't kill you is sure to leave a horrible scar, but wounds heal And while
scars remain as a reminder of the pain endured, we are, for the better, stronger. We
survived.
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She had stood there,long enough for a verse
Standing at the window drowned in a world she could only see
Life had given her bitter herbs to drink
All her strength had been sucked up
She was like a lost silhouette
I could feel the lamentations,strong enough to crash a wall
She had come that evening sobbing
The sobs then turned to wailing
Passed by me only to feel the air push behind her
That could crash down a chameleon on a feeble twig
She had been touched in her soft spot
And her heart was bleeding
Her heart had been pricked the most
No kisses could sooth her,her hearts tenderness furnished
The world was too cruel for her
The spice of her life had looked her down
The one her love for him was beyond passion and transcended all ages
The one she sighed for contentedly as they kissed
And now the anger ranged in her
Bang!she locked us away and slept
Waking up early in the morn
Too icy and iffy
But she couldn't feel the cold
It was a time for her dizzy spells
I noticed a sparkle in her eyes and grinned
It was a sparkle of hatred
Now a beauty like hers was just but a curse
The twirling ice had covered her
But she was not feeling it at all
Tears pricking behind her eyes
She was now a romantic orphan
Not even a tale of the aiels could calm her
She laid down on the ice like a bear
Twisting wildly beneath the twigs,arching and tossing hands
The talons of love had marked her
I gathered her to myself
Shivering from the coldness wishing for death to swallow her
I felt haunted by my love for her as a friend
The silence was preceded by a long laughter
She had felt i cared for her
A wry smile tugged at her mouth's corners
She now could love herself nothing to send her senses again on a dizzy whirl
AFTER THE CRASH
Blazing dawn
Chases toxic night
Nurse enters
Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
12-21-12
Don’t, and I’ll say it again, don’t do this
I mean make a bucket list
Then go out and try to fulfil it, especially if you pissed.
Here’s my list when I was pissed
Bungee jump from the back yard tree
Parachute from the house roof while having a pee
Roller skate on a three wheel ski
The list goes on but they nearly killed me
Well I used a rope instead of a bungee band
The snap I heard was when I hit the ground and broke my hand
Then with a double bed sheet I jump off the roof having a pee
You guessed it, crunch went my knee
Back from hospital, hand and knee in casts, I decide to go for a ski
With a crutch in one hand I push off Weeeeeeeee!
Crash a car hits me
Well I stopped and bucket list number 3
So, I’m in traction, pen in my left nostril writing this poem
Hopefully in the next six months I can go home
Oh if you wondering about the ski with the wheels, i bolted them on
Sitting here lost in worlds within worlds
Watching things spin
Listening to graveyard voices
Of owls and bats…
On tombstones, I sit!
I see things that should not be.
Things that are of deep nightmares!
Hallow things creep...
Watching skulls scream
Memory is fuzzy as shadows swell
My minds eye once one sharp now
Soft in the frame, the shadow of people I knew once? Maybe?
Linger here and there, a mumble of voices dwell…
Soft images drift, a car crash, a spill of light!
Crimson and Cobalt strobe into the secret night.
All are slow in the process of time...
The headlights boar deep into their night
The screech of wheels,
the slow-motion crash in soft lines!
...all is a fuzzy memory.
I know not where or when
I know I am just here
Remembering my life in silhouettes and fire.
My mother's voice dying in course din of metal, mired!
The father's hand goes slack the redness paints all, ruddy black!
Sitting here lost in worlds within worlds
Watching things end.
Listening to graveyard noise.
Of black cats and slinking rats…
...and unknowable things!
On a tombstone, I sit...
I see entities that should not be
Of things that are in the deepest of nightmares!
Hallow wraiths creep!
Skulls watch with grins.
Woolly is my memory as shadows dwell.
All I have is a fading soft, sigh!
Like the gentle wind...
The lingering touch of mist
A fleeting ghost of a memory...
...a quiet graveyard voice…!
I stand on the clouds of the darkening sky,
Dark and imposing are they and I.
Lightning forks down on the land
and I am the lonely lightning man.
Look at the sky into the storm
above the cumulo-nimbi forms.
I stand there tall and aroused,
powerfully on my thunder cloud.
Mortality it seems can be,
Affects all men except for me.
I'm doomed to roam across the earth,
Until the next Lightning-God's birth.
I strike a bolt upon a pyre,
the funeral's eternal fire.
That burns the earth and scorches black,
and brings your souls forth and back.
The people shake and hide in fear,
begging me to leave them here.
The clouds crash, a deaf'ning roar,
The rain continues to pour, and pour.
Till the people bow and pray,
for sunshine to replace the grey.
My only weakness happens to be
the sunlight shining down on me.
So I part my clouds and disappate,
the date has come, I've met my fate.
I'll no longer be the God you see
When lightning comes to freighten thee.
I envision no romantic, grease-splattered engineer
Overseeing the direction of my particular train.
It just follows the course of the tracks laid down
Within the fractal flow of nature’s symmetry.
It curiously transports me from one sad affair to another,
Depending on which Chiquita happens to be turning my head.
My destination has always been inclined to speculation.
I have lived one singular life, but died many lonely deaths along the way.
My travels through this landscape of consciousness and self-awareness
Have often brought me to untimely terminals, via various means of derailment.
There have been lethal infections, and numerous fatal diseases,
An airplane and a helicopter crash, a murder, a head-on collision,
A tragic skydiving mishap, many bad storms at sea,
A life sentence in a Kenyan prison, overdoses from unwise decisions.
I’ve driven off a cliff at dawn and had a cardiac arrest.
But after each deadly incident, I somehow awoke to a better world.
Wrought iron spikes hammered to a hard-driven finish
Hold the rails in place until that one comes loose on the curve.
When my train gets derailed, I just begin again, and yet again,
Recycling intentions, re-establishing severed connections.
Over the years, I’ve come to realize that the final death I'll face
Will only involve some little discomfort, perhaps just a deep, sweet ache.
I can lay to rest whatever fears my unfinished dreams may embrace,
And look forward to greeting a better world when next I awake.
As someone once said, you’ll not appreciate the full extent
Of life’s train wreck till you get far enough away from it.
Then you can take in the whole awe-inspiring picture and say,
Holy ghost and good goddam, that was surely one memorable trip.