dogs and I sit on their porch
sniffing lilacs in the country air
relaxed, unhurried, unworried
BOOM!
fireworks or a gun?
everything changes
No one crows, no one gloats
no spin, no contrived quotes
Just a sober nation taking stock
of the world it just shocked
Has anybody noticed the proliferation of white-tailed deer?
Recently, there have been so many running around here.
In order to obviate causing a collective bothersome fuss,
they roam at night to avoid contact with *****sapiens (that's us).
Deer seem to be playing chicken when they run in front of my car.
If they make contact, they certainly won't go far!
I have to beep my horn to get them out of my way.
Once they are gone, they can live to see another day.
Tick-tick.
We gathered, huddled tight,
Eyes to the screen, hearts alight.
There she was, her smile aglow,
"My teacher," I whispered, "is ready to go."
Tick-tick.
The engines ignite,
A pillar of fire, a streak of white.
Cheers erupt, "Go Challenger, go!"
Her voice still rings: "I'll teach you, I know."
Whoosh. Whoosh.
The rocket climbs,
Thirty seconds, sixty times.
She’s up there now, soaring high,
A teacher who reached to touch the sky.
Crack-pop.
A gasp, a flare.
The fire splits the frosty air.
"What's happening?" I dared to say,
But silence stole the words away.
Boom.
The cloud twists wide,
A shape of loss, a nation cried.
Seventy-three seconds, all undone,
The lesson ended, never begun.
Tick-tick.
The years go by,
I still look upward, asking why.
She promised dreams, she taught us hope,
Her voice helps countless students cope.
My teacher went boom,
But she didn’t fall.
Her courage echoes,
In us all.
eyes open
the day is a rose
blooming fresh with springtime
tight bud of sleep unfolds
gently
to embrace the blossom of dawn
Bam Boom Bam Boom Boom Boom Boom Bam Bam!
The neighbors behind us have been celebrating the 4th of July
Since the twenty-second of June
Today is July fifth.
We had hoped they might be out of fireworks
No such luck.
Bam Boom Bam Boom Boom Boom Boom Bam Bam!
It sounds like two bottle rockets just exploded on our roof.
How many more fireworks could they have?
This has been going on two to four hours a night for over a week!
ba ba boom
back to the ocean i go
ba ba boom
it is where i long and need to be
ba ba boom
my heart has calmed, and my conscience is free
ba ba boom
the wave crash medicinally as i listen to oldies with my feet up
ba ba boom
as quiet time comes, i teach myself about simple respect so rarely given
ba ba boom
i wish my Sweets was here to seal the deal
ba ba boom
i say a prayer for her first knee replacement surgery to go well
ba ba boom
i am strong enough to remain faithful for love always brings me home
ba ba boom
back to the real world i go
ba ba boom
i am a greedy man, so i will be back for more by the score
Boom decorates herself as if she were a Christmas decoration
What kind? I asked, sugar cookies, divinity or another confection?
More like a tree, her hair is full of bulbs, all silver and such.
I think I would like to meet her I tell him, I mean very much.
You would! He says, for I am dressed as Santa’s happy fat elf.
The one that likes to lift others to get things down from a shelf.
I eat some of the sugar cookies, they are marvelous, pretty and gay.
I can meet Boom another day, feasting is what I’m all about today.
Boom decorates herself as if she were a Christmas decoration
What kind? I asked, sugar cookies, divinity or another confection?
More like a tree, her hair is full of bulbs, all silver and such.
I think I would like to meet her I tell him, I mean very much.
You would! He says, for I am dressed as Santa’s happy fat elf.
The one that likes to lift others to get things down from a shelf.
I eat some of the sugar cookies, they are marvelous, pretty and gay.
I can meet Boom another day, feasting is what I’m all about today.
plunged deep into
morning fire
smoldering dawn
burning my
dirty windshield
sweet
ribbon of highway
sprawled
beneath me
wheels churning
home
the long
long way
darkness
explodes
into day
and I'm
not quite
there
yet
but damn
it feels so good
to be this far
to be this close
boom
To you, Geoffrey, congratulation
On your gladdening Graduation
Well-deserved: the standing ovation:
You are ready to serve your nation….
However, I fear, from your bedroom,
As you wait for the right job to loom!
Spurious has been the worshipped oil boom,
A compatriot leaning on it – Doom!
Now, to face it, one shapes one’s future,
Defeats a drag-me-down subculture,
Adds refreshingly to one’s stature,
Story rewrites and paints new picture…
How to deal with eyes for the TV,
Each day to some firm with your CV,
Hopes fastening on future PV:
Some patients are treated no IV…
I have said but part of all the things,
The main point: A Graduate tries hand swings;
In his ears I-can-open-doors rings…
Forever above Angels with wings.
Dreams of a boom
shudders the heart
The wild crack of opportunity
where to appear
seamlessly not welcome here
Spent most of my days in a caravan
When it pours it never stops
A trouble cured
for a drowning man
Like a distant dream
His shirt is white
but he walks on stilts
petals open blooms
to bursts of noon sunshine wow
eyes sudden surprise
blasts of sweet fragrance
wander beneath sun and stars
to thrill the senses
fiery eruptions
in bold pops of rich color
spring came with a bang
Awake in the hospital room missing a nike shoe with no clue/
What did you do to be in this dream so black and blue/
Not knowing what was done with all actions to run through/
Such a boom to life’s dome/
It’s a tune of gloom I don’t need to feed with a spoon/
I ate my doom and freight what’s to loom/
Always was more than a goon now I’m holding a broom/
All negativity to bloom trap it in that lagoon/
With a full notion and intention of compact direction/
Concerning personal complexion I can accept rejections/
There could be a compilation of infections/
No devotion of reciprocation shows I have no intersection/
No matter the corroboration in my position/
All the sudden I’m switch hitting and winning/
Feeling omissions with decisions of contact precision/
With the situation I’m in I have no choice but to be dwindling what’s held within/
This won't leave me in famine or in some big old hole digging.
Origami gifts fledglings multiple
Stork sling incubates infant hatchery
Holds pine seed offspring horticultural
Burst dirt celebrates cedar jamboree
Invisible drive to thrive, hormonal
Reverse javelin sapling spear Jarvis
Pin bend Pilates practice jovial
Christmas bonus brings bountiful harvest
Silken sway, acres of muscular maize
Youthful juice under crisp skirt harem
Masters of last year crushed in hasty haze
Mulched during terrain turn over mayhem
Lake levitator long necked swan mascot
Lays Faberge eggs in reed bloom jackpot
16th November
Manyfest
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