Is this a real situation
Or my imagination
Maybe it's a dream
As real as it seems
As dark as night
I see a bright light
Drawing my body in
I'm moving but not walking
I feel light as a feather
Trying to hold it together
Am I leaving planet Earth
And all of lifes worth
I feel a comfortable warmth
I feel fearless with hope
That to some degree
This is better for me
A voice appears in my head
Startling me they said
You're time is not Today
Unfortunately you have to stay
The Drawing force recoiled
I fall back to Earth's soil
As my dream broke
From my coma I woke
I've cried in many voices
some happy, some sad.
I've dreamed of many places
some good, some bad.
I've seen the many faces
some evil, some glad.
I've learned so much by living
this life, that I have had!
expiring experienced excited and enticed enthusiastic emus
extracted exact experimental explosives from exfoliated flues
exasperating exam-free extraterrestrial expedition views
extraordinary x-rayed exclamations exuding as clues.
Six decades ago
the landscape of
my Little Nassau
had
places like
The Silver Slipper
The Blue Note
The Banana Boat
The Conch Shell
The Zanzibar
The Cat and Fiddle
and The Drumbeat Club
with activities like
Fire dancing
limbo dancing
steel bands
big bands
and Goombay drums
Interesting people like
Sweet Richard
Blind Blake Higgs
George Symonette
Freddie Munnings
Eloise Lewis
Paul Meeres
Chippie Chipman
and Peanuts Taylor
and songs like
Island Woman
Bahama Lullaby
Chi Chi Merengue
Goombay Papa
Guma In Exuma
Island In The Sun
and Conch Ain't Got No Bone
ignited into the atmosphere
delving down into the earth
tree roots search for nutrients and water
effortlessly sliding around barriers
supporting the tree’s canopy in the best way she can
I started life as
A grain of sand,
But knew I’d find
A way to expand,
And always being
A bit of a rebel,
I joined with others
And became a pebble,
And as I grew
And then took stock,
I then realised
I had become a rock,
And as I become more
Confident and grow older,
I wonder if I’ll become -
A little boulder?
What is the criteria to work in this office?
The prim interviewer began rattling off statistics
About education, degrees, experience.
I looked around at the staff I could see.
Everyone I saw was female, blonde, twenty-two, and 36, 24, 36.
They dressed in short skirts, wore high heels and their nails were points.
Not a few of them.
All of them.
Experienced in what? I wondered.
Knowing I would not make the cut.
Of course as you may have guessed, I didn’t.
I'm searching for a new man.
(My lemon quit on me.)
I'm a discerning seeker.
(The smallest dent, I'll see!)
I want a younger fellow;
(Low mileage is a must.)
Required is great get-up-and-go
(an engine with no rust).
He should desire me in his lap.
(Seat warmers feel so good.)
He's gotta be in tiptop shape.
(I'll know what's under the hood!)
Low-maintenance, I value.
(oil changes quarterly)
He must look good and make me proud.
(Buffed shine, I love to see.)
Trustworthiness, I so desire.
(Don't like those tow truck calls!)
He must always keep pace with me.
(Don't want a thing that stalls.)
April 1, 2017--entered in Brian Strand's April 2017 Premier Contest
While life was in its spring, a stream
in full spate down memory lane from
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articulated into voices of poetry.
Love and desire,whose shadow ripple on
rich in melody, a poesie of flowers
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Innocence so was allured
she a baby for a chocolate
captivated with the illusion
thought life's it's own beautiful reason
From straight to bend of back bone
for charade of life no solution
carnal damage still going on
now suffering from agoraphobia
Sense of cerebellum sinking
no strength to go for a combat
oh! her sacrificed heart is crushed
cries again but with only vision
Eat shrooms til everythings pretty, pop molls til your caring and witty.
Smoke trees til your chill as the breeze, and drink to forget what you need.
Do all the trippys to think like the hippie, make sure your an expert and not be so picky.
Just let me know when your drug trip is over, so I can tell you how you are when your sober
Could feel the smiling and risen sun all gleeful and gay,
It had ushered in me a beam of energy earlier today.
Could sense now at twilight it chuckle at the rising milky white moon,
And softly in me restore its light to make me excite and swoon.
The virgin cold watery sprays of the falling drops of rains,
Slowly washes my worries off my face and down the drain.
The fragrance of wet mud and lush sweet garden breeze,
Blows into me, pure strength and happiness in me gradually increase.
As I walk bare feet, wet grassy paths of my garden gently,
My subdued muffed up feelings erupt over my heart’s brim intently…..
I let go of all feelings and experience inside me a sensation so very light,
my vision clears and thoughts to me for my life's path ahead seem so very bright...
Warehouse workers are needed right away.
Dishwashers are wanted in the kitchen today.
They need laborers who are in a transition.
Openings exist for many a position.
They need someone new to fry chickpeas.
There is an opening in a deli to slice cheese.
More help is needed to bus a table.
Wanted are applicants who are quite able.
New personnel are desired to sweep floors.
There are other openings for manual chores.
These are jobs for workers who are unskilled.
Why are these positions not being filled?
The reason for these vacancies does not make sense.
Employers only want people with experience.
Emotions scuttle through me
Like clouds across a sky
One minute I feel glee
The next I feel I'll die
My face is red and blotchy
My eyes feverishly bright
I know if I saw clearly
My face would be a fright
My hair feels like a birds nest
My memory's shot to hell
My sleep's when conversation's best
Naught could wake me but a fire bell
Guys say they cannot bear us
That we're snappish and we're rude
I know for sure they'd fuss
If THEY had to deal with these moods
The worst is the pain of the belly
Harmless cramps they say?
My abdomen's turned to jelly
Why should we suffer this way?
What a frustrating time we spend
Before our PMSing ends
I was born before the eight track
A very long time ago
Our telephone had a party line
There wasn't anyone we didn't know
My neighbor wasn't Fred Flinstone
Contrary to popular belief
Our women wore those mini skirts
Instead of an old fig leaf
Our microwave oven was a heated rock
That was sitting out in the sun
We'd turn that steak twenty times
Then we'd know it was done
Our computer was our fingers and toes
So twenty was infinity
We grew our food in the garden
But even then we hated those peas
Our bathroom was an outhouse
Out back was where it was at
A magazine was our toilet paper
And that's all I'll say about that
Now you might say I'm getting old
But that's just simply not true
Cause when the lights go out and don't come back
I'll survive much longer than you
I call myself experienced
Cause I lived life in the past
And when they take away your luxuries
Lets see how long you last
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