She's strutting down the neon streets,
With a smile that the world can't beat.
Glitter rains from every note,
Catching fire in her velvet coat.
Crowds roar wild, the beat won't slow,
She's the spark that sets the show.
Dizzy lights and hearts that sway,
In her name, the night's in play.
Gold confetti, fame untamed,
A legacy with joy proclaimed.
Her tunes, they crash, a tidal wave,
On the stage, she's bold, she's brave.
In chaotic bliss, she spins so free,
A dance with fate, her jubilee.
From country twang to pop-star's crown,
Swift's the queen, and never down.
A crash, a bang, a whistle in the wind,
bumps in the night are a scary thing
Shadows in the bedroom fill me with dread,
is someone sitting at the end of my bed?
As the full moon rises on all hallows eve,
be wary of ghosts tugging at your sleeve.
In this dark place the light that I see
Is where one day I hope to be
When we float away in the sky
We will be with the most high
I always dream of the end of the world
But it doesn’t Matter because the world plural
We can see everything collapsing like a emplosion
When we look deeper it’s like an explosion
But it’s just a body that fails us in time
Our souls try to incline
To the skies above we’d love to see
Fly away and will be
Closer I get to you will put a smile on my face
This body left behind will have no trace
This imperial world will crash a burn
As the heavens rain down they will learn
I tried to save as much as I could
But I’m just a bundle of sticks like firewood
Can’t run from this troubled time
Cause when the world ends I’ll make you mine
My son my hope my love
And let the stars shine from above
In Jesus name amen
En route to school to get the kids
We had a real surprise.
Two cops and a dog were running
Through the lawns, before our eyes.
“Look, a sweatshirt!” one called out.
“They must have come this way!”
Some police cars came careening by,
A local law display.
The schoolyard parents, on their phones,
Found out what had transpired -
A stolen car, a crash, a chase -
A lockdown was required.
We mulled around the yard and wondered
When they would release
The kids from school, but then we heard
They’re waiting for the police.
Some forty minutes later,
All the bad guys had been caught.
The children filed outside
With not a one of them distraught.
Though I live in the city
Where the crime rates often soar,
The suburbs brought some criminals
Right up to the front door.
A car goes crash, a baby’s born;
A surgeon makes a cut.
A window opens for some light;
Another one is shut.
A sale is made, a bid is lost;
Investments take a hit.
Some progress happens somewhere,
Quite a lot or just a bit.
The news is great or things are worse
Or hanging in the air.
Decisions may be made or someone
Gives in to a dare.
The mini worlds we live in
Sometimes keep us safe inside,
But life goes on and we can never
Absolutely hide.
Whatever happens happens
To ourselves or to a friend
Or a relative or stranger
But it’s foolish to pretend
That each day and every minute
Something isn’t taking place.
If we’re lucky, we’ll be spared
And have no negatives to face.
Drown not in yummy yesterdays, seize the breeze of today
While intuitive initiatives aplenty beg to be taken
Into your stride if only ears and eyes should every Saturday
Strive to debunk myths of dependency on mistaken
Opinions on dominions of double tongues that drag
A train of ambiguity in an ambience meant to weaken
The resolution wrapped in rapid reflections to brag
Flagging fortunes, sagging sagacity and overt
Vanity and inanity driven beyond conjecture to mug
Denial of pain, create a drought from a flood to assert
Infatuation in a situation where habituation lives
In cycles of woes and wonders interwoven to insert
A full stop at the commencement of a move that gives
Death to joy, fill moments with frowns that down
The motive to live, elevate the motive that forgives
Risible reasons why we play the corny clown
Defend duplicity, caress cash and crash a crown
On limbs of love, cut off our noses, bruise faith
Feel foppish and seal deals that steal our last breath.
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
Is there any escape
from noise?
A crash, a rattle, a spoon in a cup
No rest for the wicked
Insistent buzzing piled up
Blaring horns
Lighted signs
Engines screaming in ears
So many angered red faces
Social media fears
To sit idle and quiet
Zazen tonic for nerves
An improbable concept
Driven on life’s oil slick’d curves
To slow
To ponder
To throttle it back
Oh, to step off of pavement
Rip out thick knotted phone jacks
But too much is this burden
Our man made bundle of sticks
Tied up with blood ribbons
Taking selfies for kicks
Not to know is too much knowing
Plagued by asking such questions
Turn thoughts off with pop-ups
Start the binge watching session.
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.
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
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.
AFTER THE CRASH
Blazing dawn
Chases toxic night
Nurse enters
Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
12-21-12
Breakfast
Clinks... clanks... a crash... a clatter
Pots... pans... and plates... a platter
Smells... sounds... people... and voices
Stools... chairs... tables... and choices
Ching... ding... a door... and a breeze
"Mornin'!"..."Take your order, please?"
©Deborah burch
2005/12/06/2016 (repost)
For Brian Strand's #245 how it reads aloud CONTEST
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.
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
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