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Stop

The stop sign became lopsided on July 24th. 
It started when-
Cars became designed to move too quickly for us to handle. 
My first car rolled up to that stop sign. 
When it was new and my car was blue. 
I learned to drive back in those days. 

The stop sign became lopsided on July 24th. 
Probably someone should have driven more slowly, probably…
…they were fine though, but they paid a fine for their reckless driving. 

The stop sign has been lopsided ever since. 
It ended up being perfectly ok. 
No one was hurt, no one was in agonizing pain in the crash. 

I saw it from my window. 
July is one of those months. 
I called for help, but he was fine. 
I became a little lopsided that day. 
I don’t know why.
I always drive safer and safer and safer…

I drive too slowly sometimes. 
Just in case. 
It didn’t stop anything though. 
I've been a safer driver since then. 
But my brain turned over anyway.

the dog of my life

The dog of my life

This is not an evening when one feels jubilant
When I look out of the window, I see a few cars going up and down the road till they reach the roundabout and drive back past my window 
There is nothing to be surprised about in this town, dramatic car crashes happen in America
Where Hollywood is afire
When I lived in the countryside and had a dog
We walked in the forest and there were always new things to discover, often we stood still and listened to the silence, we could hear trees Coming home I lit the wood stove while the dog 
Oh, so lazy stretched out on the sofa, feeling
 while I was in the kitchen preparing her food
I had given up telling her to eat slowly 
Contentment never lasts, we had twelve years
Together what’s left is a wonderful memory

Dey Gon

When you from New Orleans dey gon do a lot of things.

Dey gon fix it
Dey gon call me
Dey gon go by dey self
Dey gon think about it
Dey gon bring it over here
Dey said dey gon send me a email

Dey gon pick her up after school 
Dey gon pay for it 
I know dey gon clean dey mess
If dey break it, dey gon buy another one

Dey gon drive back on Friday
Dey gon shut up with all that noise
Dey gon do it tomorrow
Dey gon text me when it’s ready

Dey gon go out and eat
Dey gon drop the charges
Dey gon learn the hard way
I know one thing, dey gon leave me alone

I Live In a Van Down By the River

I put two garbage bags of junk into my husband’s car trunk.
I am ready to start filling up the lonely green dumpster.
Most of the year he sits forlornly with two or three measly bags.
I am off school for eight weeks; so I am giving him some food. 
He is green and hideously ugly, but a terrific landmark.
Because we live in an earth home, people do not see our house.
They fly past our driveway, not noticing it either.
Sometimes their GPS laughs as they drive back and forth.
“When you see a green dumpster, turn in,” I tell them.
“If you pass a green dumpster, turn around.”
“What kind of place do you live?” They ask me.
“We live in a van, down by the river.”
I delight in saying this.
It reminds me of Chris Farley each time.

Her Birthday

Her birthday

We’re having lunch in the Cascais centre 
at a posh restaurant with a sea view.
The price of the lunch was outrageous
steak with salad and chips, which she
could not eat because of her teeth
she did eat the French fries.
She had a glass of white wine I had water.
I had suggested we take a taxi, so I too
could have a glass of wine.
Nearby a luxury hotel, it was splendid
she had spent a fortnight there with her first
husband, 300 euros a night, and in case 
you misunderstood it was the room price.
I was glad to drive back to our house.

The Promise

All of herself, she gave,
         Just to feel now betrayed.
         Here, on the edge of the cliff, she sits,
         Filled with emotions of regrets.
         Every memory is tattooed on her body.
         A promise was made, they will never separate.

         How could he left her fragile and alone,
         There is no one at home.
         To whom must she share her stories and memories?
         He is gone for good, laid in a box of wood.
         If she could just turn the hands of time,
         To tell him she changed her mind.

         She would go with him to the farewell,
         And not experienced this hell.
         He would not drive back home, alone.
         Still together they would be,
         Instead of, in the deep blue sea.
         Now, she had to scatter his ashes,
         Where it happened, and throw herself down.
         A promise was made, this is her fate.

Boomerang

The garbage thrown in the sea 
pollutes the deep blue ocean 
as waves drive back to humans 
the dreck, scrap, and waste.

This Man

Some men burn to feel pain
Some men try to drive back the rain
Some men live a life of cold refrain
Some men dance under a  red moon
Some men chase bullets through the sky
Some men bend breaking realities why
Some men sink into the deepest black tide

This man gives you his day and night
This man vows with his life to comfort you through the night no matter what evil forces try to strike, this man will always be by your side and truly love you.

A Historic Event

I was driving my way home from Paris,
I drove off the ferry quite late,
I switched on the radio as i drove off,
And i never will forget the date.
They started to talk about Paris,
Where I’d  been just the day before,
An accident in a deep tunnel,
Where i’d driven, I was pretty sure.
So tired i slept in the car, soon,
A car park off the beaten track,
Woke up around eight in the morning,
Before I began the drive back.
The news just got sadder that morning,
As the radio I switched back on,
I just really couldn’t believe that,
The most famous princess had gone.
There have been many theories what happened,
An Accident, conspiracy?
Just a sad night for the whole of the world,
But I still thought, it could have been me!

The event: The death of Princess Diana, 31st August 1997

22 September 2020
A historic event contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula

Remembering Those Saturdays

In the morning we were fresh and alert.
Taking an art class every Saturday
So we could go up on the teacher’s pay scale.
There were three of us. Marty, Katy and me.

We found a restaurant that we adored – the Pier.
Their food was amazing, and they would bring a pitcher of margaritas.
The pitcher was only eight dollars, and we looked forward to it
More than the food.

We became charming, hilarious, beyond witty by one o’clock
When my eyes were so blurry I could barely drive back to the class.
The afternoons were filled with our loudest ugliest laughter.
I would catch Marty’s eye and we would go off into huge gales.

After a couple of weeks of this we began to order two pitchers.
Sometimes arriving back at the class a bit late.
Laughing at the teacher’s consternation.
None of us passed, but it was so worth it.

And our work was hilarious
And we became fast friends.
I still catch Katy’s eye at a faculty meeting
And we both begin laughing remembering those Saturdays!

Moonlight Riding the Oceans Tide

Moonlight riding the oceans tide
Covers images of love pressed into the sand
And smoothes the beaches to hide
Evidence of lovers woman and man
Man chases woman in playful flight
Laughter wakes the still of the night
He catches her, the figures bind
The ocean whispers a mist fine
Ruby lips I press next to mine
A turtle lays her eggs which will hatch in time
Emotions of love flame the night
Passions of flesh that turn sweat bright
Man and woman together tight
Lovers alone on a beach at night
The moon looks down to see
Embarrassed he hides behind masking clouds
Winds blow the ocean breeze
Soft rain falls, lovers run under towels
Picking up belongings running to the car
They sit and watch the storm as if from afar
The turtle returns to the sea
The lovers drive back to the city

Grandpa

I remember as a little child
When Saturday would come
We would get in the car
And to grandpas house would go
It seemed to take forever to
Travel down the two-lane road
As radio stations came and went
With every little town
He house sat all alone
No one live near by
And he had many sheep
Out behind his house
And at night we gathered in
Around the radio we sat
Listening to magic radio shows
From so very far away
Then drive back home in the dark
Thought sleeping little towns
And very late we would get back
To our own little home

Night Trek

I walk in the darkness of moon’s shadow
Neath the dark stars of night’s sky
A path traveled mostly by day
Now traversed by the black of night
Each step, a step in the dark
Wishing for a lighted way 

Hoping not to have lost the way
Fumbling through the black shadows
Feeling the coldness of the dark
No illumination from the sky
Nothing but the dark of night
Wishing for the light of day 

Oh but for the sun of day
With the light showing my way
Drive back the dark of night
Push back the cloak of shadows
Burn away the black of sky
End the reign of the dark 

Only sun may end this dark
The light for beginning of day
Change black to blue of sky
That I may find my way 
Chase back the dark shadows
Brought out by the night

Let the day end this night
Light now my path of dark
Shove back the night shadows
Turn this night into day
So I can find again my way
Let the sun rise into the sky 

Turn the black into blue sky
End this dark and blind of night
That I may be on my way
Instead of lost in this dark
Hoping for light of day
Scared of night’s shadows

I fear the shadows of the night
Of this black sky so very dark
Till the day then I know my way

Wasted Days

A canopy of green
Branches overhead 
Encase us
As we speed through and around the curvy road

Into the unknown..

X   X   X   X   X

The unknown now I know
And never got to see the beautiful trees,
Only drove there to drive back

Another useless day
Arguing, wasting away
A day I'll never get back

Just like last fall
I was excited to see all the different colors
Of the trees as their leaves fall
As they prepare for winter
Who knew death could look so beautiful and alive?

But the same thing happened

Another pointless day
Wasting days
Days I'll never get back

6/15/16

Almost Lost My Loved One

As I jump in the car yelling   lets hit the bar. As the wife comes running out the house screaming. (That’s writ u better leave do to u sleeping with a hoer   u wont be walking back threw my door). On your way back all your stuff will be packed out side on the porch. So u better just pray I don’t burn it with a torch. As I get to the bar asking the bartender   for some shots of whisky. As I sit watching all the ladies stay attempting for me. But thinking of my screw up effect of my doings. But as it came to bringing me to realizing the hurt I’m causing of my actions. As I attempt to aid my wounded heart   and relation. Coming to begin to enter in the car slowly beginning to drive back to u. As I finely arrive and stepping to the door knocking at the door. As u refuse to open the door. I start singing the 1st song we met and dance to as I admit my wrong doing.    Apologizing strongly as u open the door slowly   admiring and realizing I’m speaking truly   from the hart.

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