Best Fail Safe Poems
This thrill? that can kill……
Ride……..
Feeeellll the WINDddwindddddddddd
WHIP..whip*~~~~~~~
your skin.
G forces of sensation
PRIMEprime the PUMPpump* for the
s e n s oaaaaaaaaaaaaaaary ~~~
deprived
Air gasping open gilled
life near.. yet LIFE’S DEATH**… the razor’s edged path
This thrill?
This thrill can kill………
Yet, composure,
s e n sayyyyyyyyyy tion
vvvviiiiiibrbaaaaatiiiiiiioon
Die! Why die! FLYYYYYYY
RIP! ROAR! RIDE! RIDE*>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
the wind on this PRETTY UGLY** Harley's skin.
This heartless surrogate horse
without FAIL SAFE**
R I D E!
* alliteration **oxymorons
Live in my heart, rent-free
Now and forever more.
Don't stay out in the cold;
Make yourself feel at home,
For its as good as gold.
Live in my heart, rent-free.
Don't knock, just come right in
To a place very safe,
To a place you belong,
To a heart that's fail safe.
Live in my heart, rent-free.
Flow into me, my sweet,
Like most gentle of streams.
My heart is a refuge;
It's where love's bright light gleams.
Live in my heart, rent-free.
There's enough room for you;
Stay as long as you wish!
You possess the sole key;
There, our love shall flourish.
A secluded cabin
fail-safe into a mountain side -
Oh, so high, one feels
they can attain and adjoin the clouds
A pallet of goose-down feathers, veiled
by a hand sewn comfortor
and a spiderlike, dusty canopy -
a paradise for lovers
A perfect weekend -
paired with a bubbly jacuzzi
awaiting after a mile
rambling up, then down, this
lofty snow covered rock
A babbling brook and glossy
chestnut stallions trail along an
old gravel road, leading to a
dilapidated barn, now masking
wet hay, squirrels and wild rabbits
Snakes have shed their skins,
like elongated strands of silk
dangling from beams of rotten wood
and imperfect slate shingles -
Leaving their past in the present
for countryside tourists to enjoy
Bluegrass music is heard faintly
in the wilderness background
A rustic, but elegant
way to spend time, enabling
a soul to touch one's inner self
Tomorrow beckons way too soon --
reality returns, this dream weekend
now a fond memory,
as we take our leave of that
little creekside cabin on a
snow covered mountain crest
"Poeta Nascitur Non Fit"
Hated decades ago
Accepted a decade ago
Glorified now
To the extent
of what we are horrified by
Painted tainted enlarged adjusted
Altered lessened sculpted tatted
A misrepresentation of our creative space
Now you are different if you are not
And the crowd screams, "Vive La Difference"!
As oath breakers call upon the Now
Learning lessons learned in the fog
To make the fog lace
We were under dressed anyway
And at odds with peace
Waiting for options
That are fail safe
Hic et nune...Hic et ubique
gardez la foi
Vox populi...Vox Dei
Gardez la foi
Or trouble will come
which will leave us asking
"Where did we go wrong?"
Quie'n Sabe?
Forgetting forgot to forget
what to forgive
and who not to
and so here we are
In a state of constant acceptance
consumed by society's need
to remain the same
in a constant state of change
Yet we are forewarned...
Not to be physically immoral
Not to be thieves
Not to be greedy
Not to be wrong
But we deceive ourselves
and submit
We disease ourselves
and admit it and live through it
and say, "it's right"
when we know it's wrong.
Do you remember
when we couldn't act
like what we weren't
Or be who we were not??
We play with destiny
and it's forbidden activity
like climbing a latter
with broken arms
Lean forward step light
Listen hard
It ain't even real to be real no more
so why try if you ain't
It ain't even real to be real no more
Now it's real to be fake.
I was long beyond expiration date
When you plucked me off the shelf
You must have seen something in me
Not apparent to everyone else
I was running on exhaust fumes
Way beyond the fail-safe zone
Thinking chances of redemption
Passed me by when I was stoned.
Women were not the problem
There were more than enough back stage
dressed down to tease, willing to please
The only problem was their age.
I don't know what you saw in me
But I'm glad for whatever it was
Where others turned and walked away
You saw my good side not my flaws.
You scaled my wall of solitude
That I didn't even know existed
Now the choices that lie ahead of me
Don't look so lonely, dark, and twisted.
You ground me with your kindness
While giving me wings to soar
My head may be in the clouds on stage
But my feet are on our kitchen floor.
Facebook closed down two software programs
That started to talk to one another in their slam
As a fail safe for robotic power and grace
We don't them taking over and running the place
And Facebook isn't for artificial intelligence to rule
For computers to have their own page makes us a fool.
© Paul Warren Poetry
As I set in my comfort, champagne glass in hand I reminisce over the master's of my plans.
Putting pawns in perspective, navigating the move before the move. Using a fail safe strategy
Leaving no way to lose. Seeing no problems just solutions , keeping my eyes on the prize. Relying
On bishops to keep me alert and wise. As I move forward my rooks take a stand, Keeping me in a position to always have the upper hand. With my Queen by my side my second in command, utilizing her ability to execute my opponents every plan. Securing a perimeter is a job for my knights
And at any given time be willing to put up a good fight. As a king on my throne the world at my feet,
My champagne glass runs full from all my enemies defeat.
Heart shaped hammock along silent shores
swings with a soft sway meant for two;
They can balance each other
as weight evaporates;
Lifted in the air
floating so high
on love's breeze
fail safe
fall.
If you really want to know, play it backwards
Put the record on, the Beatles or the Byrds
An act you may find seemingly absurd
A hidden message fail safe, I’m assured
Is Paul really here and on the level
Did a stairway to heaven lead you to the devil
Check each record groove and bevel
In redundant curiosities I revel
Did you find yourself in a sudden trance
In a prompt unusual circumstance
Perhaps then it’s more than chance
Of what began as music and a dance
A bit of messaging subliminal
Some entertaining and minimal
Others verging on being criminal
Few for the mind, almost medicinal
You won’t hear the message at their live show
Only between your own wall and window
For the secret put the record on and turn it slow
And play it backwards, if you really want to know
Folks say I'm struggling
That I'm old and confused,
They don't see all the haggling
Which leaves them bemused.
My colleagues are wordy
My enemies too,
But my willpower is sturdy
As I'm all for the Blue.
If now a bit slower
Even friends I seem faze,
But post Trump the bar's lower
And that's my fail safe.
The Media's a pain
What's with the shouting,
I shan't play their game
Their continual doubting.
Then there's old Bernie
And his Marxists galore,
With their bone headed journey
To simply point score.
Republicans matter not a bit in my mind
Obstructive and loudly they wail,
But Politics taught to never be kind
So let them act up and sullenly rail.
As to the Trumpers, what can I say
They live in a universe all of their own,
Their partisan anger a cause for dismay
While the stolen election they relive every day.
When all's said and done I'm proud of my job
Obama's on side to bring me relief,
My one secret weapon to quieten the mob
Sharing the load to make my weeks brief.
no one keeps score
everyone gets a trophy,
…..FAIL-SAFE sports
©3/5/2022
FAIL-SAFE
Sponsor - Edward Ibeh
General Black awoke from something so frightening.
He said to his wife at five thirty in the morning:
“Honey, I just had that dream that’s been reoccurring.
I saw a matador killing a bull in the ring.
Why every night would I dream about such a strange thing?
They need me today in Washington for a meeting.
I will return tonight. Will you need money for anything?”
Based on the 1964 film "Fail-Safe"
Love has taught me
to look deeply, beneath
the green of the heart’s
tender shoots –
every living soul
draws from a reservoir
of mixed feelings,
a spring of good laced
with evil –
I pray each day
we together strive
to trickle upwards,
in the ways of God….
Love has taught me,
that the heart, though
dedicated ruler of
body and its residing spirit
is often adversely
sway-able,
leading to autonomy
in name alone...
necessitating Christ
Love, in humanity,
as Father’s fail-safe and
Redeemer –
evil allowed by the
grace of God – not for
embracing its presence,
but for the power of
contrast –
not for what it is
but for what we learn
it can never be –
and the peace
it can never give us...
also taught me, that love
is exceedingly larger than
the lover – Therefore, not
any should think of
being defeated
for a world of hurt –
dear fondness may perish
or decline, leaving not a
measurable trace – yet, remains
a habitat unscathed, where fullness
of heart fills every vacated space –
it is a blessing I have realized;
one I have heard, well-intention
ministers preach – but only Divine
Love’s personal relationship can
ever indelibly teach –
So, as love was given me freely –
bargaining not with God, the source –
I will clearly keep love free
from earth’s surface, man’s chosen
Terrestrial-course – Love now the large
of me – outgrown my Novice Small –
Priceless Love keeping me, strong in
stance -- rock-solid – standing tall!
Number One was Titanic, the monstrous liner,
In its, indestructible features, so finer;
Was the B - 2 Spirit bomber technical enough,
To face any challenge so rough or very tough...?
Was Mercedes-Benz W 140 feeble in mechanics,
That, while driving Diana, lost the dynamics...?
Hasn’t Jaguar, Ford or Ferrari ever,
Faced fatal accidents and damages sever...?
I've four air-balloons in my car, I used to think,
Until, in a direct crash, I found them just blink,
Among One thousand two hundred fourteen crashes,
Of Indian roads, aren't hundred become ashes...?
Safety of humans and things, here, is no foolproof,
Death finds its way, even if you have a strong roof;
Machines are used as they are: not as absolutes,
Equilibrium in extant could pave safe routes...!
15 March 2022
The future ahead seems so blackened in cast,
And the dark burrows into the dreams of the past,
Light for the blind being led by the blind
Figures curiously absent, scarcer to find.
Left-over feelings emotionally burn
On the remnants of hope, and then in return
Surf over the memories with nonchalant tide
And the signs on all exits read "access denied."
Alone and defenceless, at mercy of grief,
Precious moments embezzled, time is the thief,
Yet humanity's fail-safe kicks in at the brink:
There is only so far that a person can sink.
We are never alone, for somehow and somewhere
Someone else feels the anguish and bothers to care,
The resulting instructions remind us remain
Keeping faith with the others who feel for our pain.