Best Seatbelt Poems
Its raven skin follows without a 'woof,'
no bark no bite,
darker than a shadow in sunlight.
It reflects in the mirror,
staring with 'Edgar Allan Poe,' ebony eyes.
At dawn it's at the bedside,
wanting to wander into the morning mist.
At twilight it rests its head on my pillow,
stalking, into my sleep.
It sits on the passenger seat,
without a seatbelt, unfocused,
unconcerned, like it has no need to exist.
It plods slowly around the office,
slumping forward, back curved like a 'jack knife.'
Colleagues ignore its obsidian paws,
sore from scabs, resting on the desk.
Its head droops with my sullen, dull ache.
Its tongue looks rough, no saliva drips -
a bit like my cracked lips.
We both seem to breathe in dry air,
as it feeds on my molasses mind.
It has no interest in sticks nor treats,
nor cares to leave my side.
A sinister magnetic faithfulness.
Unmoved, as I vomit black bile.
I wonder how is he a man's best friend?
Apprehensive and panic-stricken
I practice assuming the crash position .
While a “ fasten seatbelt” sign flashes
like a beacon, foretelling our demise,
cool beads of sweat form on my forehead.
A paralyzing anxiety washes over me.
My knuckles are chalk white as
my hands grip the armrests.
I try to swallow but my throat is dry as dust.
I frantically push the bell to summon an attendant.
I need water…..anything!
She appears looking concerned
and I’m impressed how calm she remains
in such a dire situation.
My knees tremble as I once again
examine my seat, ready,
should I need it as a flotation device.
Feeling uncontrollably trapped,
my chest tightens, my lungs scream for oxygen.
Suddenly the plane lurches, the engines roar,
then silence.
Oblivious to those around me,
terror has me tight in her grasp.
A pounding headache
tortures my disconnected thoughts.
A sudden wave of imminent diaster engulfs me.
Assuming the worst,
I close my eyes and pray for a miracle.
In response, comes the ominous announcement,
"Ladies and gentlemen,
we will be taxiing to the runway momentarily,
we apologize for the delay.’’
So there I was this early morn. standing on a pier with just myself and one other.
As I was awaiting for the next unlucky crab to grab hold of my drop-line, I start to chat with the quiet man that has been standing next to me the entire time.
I slowly nod my head and with a pleasant face, I say to him "LIFE IS GOOD"
Circling over his head and soaring through the cloudless lite-blue sky, a flock of hungry seagulls.
Below, the mild bay rippled as the tide began to return to sea.
Again, I say to the quiet man "LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL"
As the morning grew late and my basket filled with dinner, I decide to pack up my gear and head back to my vehicle- the quiet man followed.
I take one last glance at the gorgeous surroundings I was leaving and again I say to the quiet man "IT'S BEEN WONDERFUL CHATTING WITH YOU MY FRIEND" I then, alone, open my car door, sit down, fasten my seatbelt and we both drive home together; smiling.
The Quiet Man- my shadow
I was pulled from a swimming pool when I was 7 years old
gasping, frightened, cold
must learn to be water safe before I go in over my head
I was struck by a car when I was 9
bruised, shaken, embarrassed, but very much alive
must learn to look both ways
I was told my pneumonia was touch and go when I was 14
I'd never seen a doctor look so worried before
must learn to rest
I took a corner too fast on my bike when I was 17
cut, bleeding, startled
must learn to ride more slowly around corners
I was rescued by a lifeguard at the beach when I was 22
frightened by the immense power of the ocean currents
must learn to respect the rip tide
I was thankful for the seatbelt in a collision when I was 28
rattled by the poor judgement of the drunk driver
must learn to drive defensively and never presume safety
I emerged unscratched after spinning 360 on a wet freeway at 47
protected by a guardian angel from a potential fatality
must learn to check my tire treads and drive slowly
Not knowing the preciousness of life
until it was nearly snatched away
dear life, I love you so!
written 3 Aug 2020
The headlights were upon me, with no time to react
My mind and body shut down, so I never felt the hard impact
I remembered not using my seatbelt; I didn’t want to wrinkle my new suit
I was being honored for an accomplishment in my lifelong work pursuit
When my life flashed before my eyes, I was disappointed with what I saw,
There was no rhyme to its reason; there were no answers to any cause.
I saw a lifetime of selfishness with vanity as its only gain
I prayed for a miracle to allow me to change my awful aim
The first lights that I saw looked like heaven’s pearly gates
Then I heard those beeping sounds from hospital machines that I hate
No one was in the room with me, for reasons my vision made perfectly clear
But I had been given a second chance and there was nothing left for me to fear
It took a year for me to recover, with plenty of scars to mark the way
But now I had a mission; I visited the children’s ward almost every day
I met a lovely therapist who soon would be my beautiful wife
And now I had new purpose to go along with my brand new life
The papers all reported about the horrific accident that I had
They said it changed a corporate mogul into a simpleton, gone half-mad
I gave away all my money to charities that wear other peoples' names
But I am richer in my poverty than at any other time in this game
I give thanks to that driver, who fell asleep behind the wheel
And I don’t care that there’s no one who quite understands just how I feel
The old me died that night and as answers to my desperate prayers
A man with rhyme to reason is now left standing here
What is it about seatbelts,
That cowboys find so bad,
And the worst offender of them all,
Would have to be my dad;
He leaves his belt unbuckled,
And it makes an awful ding,
What is so dang hard about,
Buckling the up the thing;
It dings and dings the whole dang drive,
Music can’t drown it out,
If you’ve heard that annoying buzz,
You’ll know what I’m talking about;
All it takes is a second,
Just buckle it and it’s through,
So pray that horrible annoyance,
Never happens to you!
Miscommunication, is fabrication of reality
When actually it’s a matter of perspective.
She was a standout, with a name similar to yours
With pure intentions, painful convictions but losing to her own dispositions.
Deprivation of her moral mentality structure crumbles
Caused by misadventures of her past life
Blighted with horrific memories
Tragic upsets that shake the very foundation of her soul.
Lead by the goals of our society
To keep the mindset that anxiety… controls you
But who understands?
Those who demand you to over expand your capability of toleration to your demons?
Pharmaceutical apprehension to be your companion in this never-ending struggle?
School systems have programs
That program you to say
Everything’s okay
Just get over it and move on
But you see there is no off switch to pain
No preset to reset her experiences
The hand that she felt
A seatbelt that would strap her into a horrible roller-coaster ride of misery
You see, there is something wrong with this picture
Its missing something
Someone…
You?
Maybe everything that she needed was a frosty before third period on a March afternoon
Or maybe, an almond milk macchiato on finals week at Delos across the street
Or even an acquainted silence of tears while she spilled her heart on the dashboard of your car.
She needed a home
No not a bed to sleep in with complimentary breakfast
No!
A resting place
That’s laced with people who care to hear the response of how her day is,
Or how’s she’s doing in school
Or why is there scars on her…
Arms to be held in when she needs comfort.
Sometimes we’re the only savior that people see,
But what saviors are we when we’re preoccupied with our own self-indulgence of social media.
Temporary satisfactions from addictions ever going,
Distracting us from having true meaning in life.
We need to make a stand,
To withstand this generational curse.
Of carelessness of peoples pain,
But first, let me update my status.
Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity sis-boom... bye.
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, just like that, I am gone, after living out, like water up the spout it's all days gone bye.
Like a riddle, It's long, it's short, it goes by quick, after all, is said and done we don't really give a lick.
Chased the dream until I screamed, some attained, some elusive but at a price that is utterly too abusive.
Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity sis-boom... sigh.
We just leave as we should because it's time, time for God's next trick. Rich man, poor man it don't matter none we have had our fill and our fun.
Next man up, fasten your seatbelt it's quite the ride, don't want to fall until it's your time to die........
Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity... my oh my!
Everything true was just mere lies, some more, some less but lies nonetheless, deceived, distressed, completely undressed.
What to think, what to say, when all of one's beliefs are taken away, press pause? restart? reboot you say? It's all a bit late, it's all rather moot, wouldn't you say?
It's all very odd to begin the decline when everything seems strangely fine? It all weighs so heavily though on your mind.
Best not to think, just do! try to win each day as it's all anew. It's good, it's bad, it's happy, it's sad, my son calls me dad so I'm not feeling mad, just happy to be and, not, not be and to be as long as I possibly can be. Is that the answer? maybe? we'll see.......
Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity... Please don't cry
For we die each night, Born again every day, take it or leave it, it's better that way. Take it!, take it, I say, try to make it just one more day, what more can one possibly say, but be thankful for just one more precious day.
Like the common fruit fly and cockroach, our life span is but a blink of an eye before we die, just minutes off the cosmic clock of which we have no apparent key to its eternal lock
beneath this iron maiden
lies three wooden crosses
such tragedy comes to those
with their life losses
fourteen fifteen and sixteen
even in the backseat a beauty queen
mother told them not to go
father told them to take it slow
waving goodbye off they went
riding on tires with a wheel thats bent
out comes the beer and the weed
being such fools tossing around the seeds
ran a stop sign just up the road
got smashed by a trucker hauling a load
spun the car into a lamp post
now three bodies linger around as ghost
but the beauty queen did survive
by wearing her seatbelt and thanks god shes alive
Please Talk To Your Kids
Drinking And Driving Dont' Mix
And Alway's Remember That Seatbelt
The Grand Canyon_what a sight
Aerial view a delight
Six passenger plane
Over the canyon strains
Into barf bag said Last Rites
Inspired by Carolyn Devonshire's contest about vacations
Not an entry
About twenty-five years ago, we went to the Grand Canyon
and during the short stay decided to go on an airplane ride
over the canyon to get a bird's eye view. I get motion sickness
but it started off great. I go piece of cake, I can do this then
we hit the turbulance over the canyon and I sat with a barf
bag the whole trip..The airplane would shake, the engine
sounded strained, and then it would drop and I would be
in mid-air held by a seatbelt..My husband was going to
film the whole trip for the future but when we hit the first
pocket of turbulance he dropped the camera and filmed
the underside of the pilots seat for 20 minutes..
I have a seatbelt and a helmet in the loo
Eating chilli, precaution is a have to
With the flame from my rear
It was any mans fear
The G force in a spit second was zero to mach 2
Choose or not? We're losing our freedom, if we lose to choose?
Freedom, that Many gave dearly! For us not to.
Gone are our reasons and hopes, Woe now!
With liberty removed, wearing two left shoes!
Less government the best! America, land of the free?
Almost everybody walks funny wearing two left shoes?
We don't want that! We won't do it!
I'll smoke or won't? Wear seatbelt or don't? Want or need insurance or no?
Safely use drugs? I'll use' em, too. Go somewhere to be there?
Live, love, party and enjoy many ways and things?
Not harming Anyone. To do that?
We got to choose? No wearing two left shoes.
Yet, protect and defend myself, Yourself, Ourselves!
By any means God in Heaven has and will give Us, yea! Alleluia, yea!
Cause, Jesus Christ says, anythings is possible for, especially only for,
and with God, Our Father the perfect Spirit and Friend! Always to forever, yea!
Endless, oh yeah, yea!
Alleluia, oh yeah, yea, too!
Copyright 2016 Henry Lumen
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My truck is so old…
When I buy gas, I get a free Flintstone glass.
So old that mold has my truck growing on it.
So old that when I bought it used I found Betty White`s prom dress under
the seat.
So old pot holes cover up when they see me coming.
So old, all it`s parts have "if found," return address labels.
So old my seatbelt is my Mother`s right arm.
So old Moon river`s the only song on the radio.
So old it has a Nixon/Agnew bumper sticker.
My truck is so old that when I go in for an inspection, I have to come back
the next day... After they`ve stopped laughing.
Affairs of the heart
As long as I see a smile
I know that I live
As long as I know you are here
I know I have some more time to breathe
My heart beats by your breath
Programmed only to love one
Don’t say you love me
My heart knows you do
Our silent moments…..
A whole heart to heart conversation goes on
As long as I see a smile
My mouth never runs dry
It will always tell you
Broadcast the secrets of the heart
Secrets that the heart would rather keep to its self
Always green my eyes will stay
Seeing you smile to another
My heart will never stop
Beat rhythmically to the tarantella of your beauty
My mind will always be alert
Thinking of you
My mouth always mime your name
Obsessed you may call it
I think it is hypnotization
Tears down your cheeks
I’ll dry them with affection
Your sorrows,
Change them into joy
A walking stick
I’ll be for you
A royal carriage ill carry you everywhere
Your shoes
Ill fit my feet to feel where they pinch most
Tenderize the spot before you put them on
I don’t want
Fall in love with you
I really don’t
Grow in love with you I want
For in falling
I might never rise again
Buckle up your seatbelt
For a drive into heaven
Where everything is a word away
Your love is well preserved
Your joy is my inspiration
Your body is my blanket
Your love is my pride
You
You are me
Thanks for all the emails asking where I've been. I was in a small car wreck. My 18 year old
took a curve too fast then over corrected twice and I in the back,,,(I never wear a seatbelt in
the back) covered every inch of the back. Im just bumped and banged and the most poetic
shades of blueish reds.
Moral of the story, always wear a seatbelt even in the back, and maybe don't ride with
teenagers.
You guys are like a web family and Ive missed you bunches.
Thanks again, loveudo, Laurie