Dad died during his dream. A dream of delaying his
death, destroying the cancer and deterring his doom.
His date with destiny deployed and determined. The
doctors did there darnest to defibrillate him. He died
determined on the table as his heart defeated him and
his family. The doctors delivered the deflating news
after the surgery dissipated. Where on this December
day the weather turned distant and dark. Every
December passing since, there's a drizzle of
dreariness. Decades later the dragonslayer still drags
on disreputable, dwelling in my mind.
9/26/22
Anniversary Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Sara Kendrick
N/A
Categories:
defibrillate, anniversary, death, father,
Form: Alliteration
Look-see into the Telly,
let that buy Idol Eye soil your soul
Go to sleep,
and fall deep
into the Cyclops’ belly
Allow the remote
to take rip van winkle plug control
A lower case hypnotic beam
will put your credit card
purchased dream
on a subliminal suggestion channel
Soon you’ll awaken suddenly
inside of a sales pitch tease —
So don’t be snooze alarm angry!
It's just a friendly sponsor
low cable fee,
advertisement guarantee
A paid commercial break from reality
In case of debt shock,
never pull the plug
socket hasty
Take a two-for-one offer pause,
to defibrillate the situation
Warning!! Don’t turn the On knob Off
Give a Westworld hoo-ray,
and have a
Wells Fargo
bank account robbed Chase
Every coma vay-cay
ain’t necessarily a broadcast emergency
Induced sleep zombies
simply need
a lengthy commercial shake
But, this mis-remember, please ...
If pinched purse eyes do
Reality awake
A wallet empty condition
can cause a psychotic break
Categories:
defibrillate, funny, humorous, satire, word
Form: Light Verse
Dying Star
A falling star; a dying heart.
A step too far for a shot in the dark.
A burnt out car; the ruins of a castle.
You cannot defibrillate love inside a hospital without a chapel.
A smile without fidelity;
Two eyes of glass.
A poison without a remedy.
Never take them back.
Clouds of clarity;
Give to charity.
Peace love and empathy…
Embrace the misery.
Let the sunlight shine,
Or find a place to hide.
We are all ugly on the inside.
Every day becomes a night.
Try to find your Feng shui,
Or find your own path.
Who can say,
When it is your time to begin again or to turn back?
Plant a foot;
Plant a seed.
Plant a thought…
Just make sure you succeed.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Categories:
defibrillate, care, dark, heartbroken, love,
Form: I do not know?
convince my jellied spacial chasms
to defibrillate your dried out
turkey bones, to sand them down
and to carve useful trinkets from
them which can be sold at a craft
stand at the state fair for two
dollars and sixty-five cents, or
for the cactus virginity of
your mind, whichever is worth more.
Categories:
defibrillate, discrimination,
Form: Free verse
We feel the harbour walls decaying, albatross defecate
Dappling as leprosy upon the facia,
Before the sea, mistress of life, licks and eats the slate,
Sucking mortar into the crests of waves.
No more shanties roistered from beaten tavern doors,
Echoing akin to old wishes and dreams,
Distant and dying, starved of attention, igniting no more,
Clawing feebly to excavate graves.
If I could disinter the premature corpse of love, entombed
In cemetery dirt above chalk cliffs,
I would defibrillate it with electric tears, once exhumed,
And nurse its heart to animate.
This love in anger, this love in denial, this love self euthanized,
Should recombine of flesh and dust;
I chant silently, until stopped in my tracks by the death in your eyes,
Eclipsing both love and anger, supplanted by hate.
Categories:
defibrillate, lost love, love, sad,
Form: Verse
Looking down I see,
so many struggling,
against time, against odds.
I feel free,
almost floating,
comfortable, like flannel.
I watch them closely,
straining to see past.
Why are they so diligent?
Why the stress?
That must be someone important for so many.
I hear orders shouted from the strain.
Strange words, all new to me.
Intubate, oxygentate, defibrillate,
Everybody in a rush.
I don't understand.
I float, still farther away.
Then I see her.
She has a red coat,
just like mom,
and the same brown hair.
I think I can smell her perfume.
Oh so sweet, like mommy's too.,
Why is she crying?
I can barely hear her whispers,,,
"Please,God, no! Take me instead.,
Just let him live, Please God.
Not my little Gavin."
I now see the tear streaked face,
of the woman who always loved me.
Rocked and soothed me.
The same face I waved goodby to
as I stepped into the street.
Then her face fades
into the bright white light.
Categories:
defibrillate, death, life, loss, mother,
Form: I do not know?