It’s a crooked slope
that leads to hell
and I’m riding it
Stance Goofy
Those Regulars
that believe they aren’t,
are way out in front
tripping over themselves
polishing and buffering the way
So I must be putting
the right foot forward
Besides, I also carry a mascot
and fail safe
It’s a goldfish in a bag
who never moves his left fin
He’s showing more zip
in his tail of recent
since I started feeding him
those highly energised
copper and black batteries
He won’t be going down
anytime soon
except maybe with
lead poisoning
I prefer lithium myself
it’s much lighter
and makes my collapse
easier to stomach
* * *
life wearing braces
whilst holding a bag of fish
be happy with me
By
David Kavanagh
Live in my heart, rent-free
Now and forever more.
Don't stay out in the cold;
Make yourself feel at home,
For its as good as gold.
Live in my heart, rent-free.
Don't knock, just come right in
To a place very safe,
To a place you belong,
To a heart that's fail safe.
Live in my heart, rent-free.
Flow into me, my sweet,
Like most gentle of streams.
My heart is a refuge;
It's where love's bright light gleams.
Live in my heart, rent-free.
There's enough room for you;
Stay as long as you wish!
You possess the sole key;
There, our love shall flourish.
He’d flumed out of his liquid diet.
Shards on a dead man’s floor.
The book must be thrown at him.
The book falls on his fail-safe head.
The pages burn with recompense.
The pages could of…should have…
indeed did make him green -
at first with envy then around the gills.
He held a beauty in his hands
and the fame. They were captivated
by the change. Better than his past charges.
He’d let his spouse slip through the cracks
as he’d leapt to the ledge, across the way.
He was on stilts, on a catapult, on a high wire.
Things have now gone haywire. His fingers
slipping underneath the window. Why’d
he let his eyes lust after nouns, adjectives and verbs.
How absurd that his friends would get it so wrong.
Names can be swapped in the chaos.
He wasn’t dead. He was comatose.
He was his friend, once -
a friend who’d let no one read his manuscript.
Now it’s read by everyone.
The imposter might leap to the street
if the author clears his throat, opens his eyes.
Bile’s now his liquid diet. The suspense
almost over…the whodunnit solved.
5/29/2023
Heart shaped hammock along silent shores
swings with a soft sway meant for two;
They can balance each other
as weight evaporates;
Lifted in the air
floating so high
on love's breeze
fail safe
fall.
I'm not much attached to this body,
it feels like it's on a short leash
while the brain drags it around
like a reluctant old dog.
Long cantankerous years
have pummeled it into a shape
it never used to own, never saw coming.
I am by no means special
we all acquire these 'special' parts,
that cling to us like limpets and lichen
many are visible only to the mind.
Tree's show their scars on the outside
internal excrescences run deeper.
Wasted landscapes never repopulated
are sutured integral with still verdant fields,
still workable earth
but we know
that vehicles this unwieldy
have no fail-safe switch
even if we could find it.
If you really want to know, play it backwards
Put the record on, the Beatles or the Byrds
An act you may find seemingly absurd
A hidden message fail safe, I’m assured
Is Paul really here and on the level
Did a stairway to heaven lead you to the devil
Check each record groove and bevel
In redundant curiosities I revel
Did you find yourself in a sudden trance
In a prompt unusual circumstance
Perhaps then it’s more than chance
Of what began as music and a dance
A bit of messaging subliminal
Some entertaining and minimal
Others verging on being criminal
Few for the mind, almost medicinal
You won’t hear the message at their live show
Only between your own wall and window
For the secret put the record on and turn it slow
And play it backwards, if you really want to know
Supple intake transforms standard to salient
Triumph thanks tantalised talent
Trials confronted conduct products ultimate
Survival sullied for an alternate
Symphony bellows true blood tempo rhythm
Value balloons with enthusiasm
Transmits fail-safe faith in methods titanium
Sophisticates yesterday's system
Theories distributed to avid students taught
Voluminous sage bolsters scholars
Series of gradual upgrades steadily sought
Take bulging pulses, pump dollars
8th November
Innovation
Fail-Safe
While venturing on uneven path of life
Fair chances to slip or slide at every strife!
Or to tumble on rumbles of obstacles:
How to tackle the shackles of hindrances!
My brain alarms sending advice
'Keep always Fail-Safe device
active and alert to control and support.
I dream ceaseless and continue my dreams
as I proceed and wish to succeed.
Dormant desires display designs of ambition
through lattice of dreams in light and shadow of happenstances.
Fail-Safe device to guard and guide.
It's my pride
as I dream and dream till fulfillment.
03/23/22
Fourth Place
Pick a Theme
Title chosen 'Fail-Safe'
Contest by Edward Ibeh
Number One was Titanic, the monstrous liner,
In its, indestructible features, so finer;
Was the B - 2 Spirit bomber technical enough,
To face any challenge so rough or very tough...?
Was Mercedes-Benz W 140 feeble in mechanics,
That, while driving Diana, lost the dynamics...?
Hasn’t Jaguar, Ford or Ferrari ever,
Faced fatal accidents and damages sever...?
I've four air-balloons in my car, I used to think,
Until, in a direct crash, I found them just blink,
Among One thousand two hundred fourteen crashes,
Of Indian roads, aren't hundred become ashes...?
Safety of humans and things, here, is no foolproof,
Death finds its way, even if you have a strong roof;
Machines are used as they are: not as absolutes,
Equilibrium in extant could pave safe routes...!
15 March 2022
no one keeps score
everyone gets a trophy,
…..FAIL-SAFE sports
©3/5/2022
FAIL-SAFE
Sponsor - Edward Ibeh
Fail-safe.
Crap-shoot.
Bait-and-switch.
Luck-of-the-draw.
Matter-of-fact.
More-or-less.
Helter-skelter.
Loosey-goosey.
Honky-tonky.
Wacky-taffy.
Lucky-ducky.
Tight-lipped.
Land-locked.
Turn-key.
Safe-and-sound.
Fail-safe.
3/4/22
Folks say I'm struggling
That I'm old and confused,
They don't see all the haggling
Which leaves them bemused.
My colleagues are wordy
My enemies too,
But my willpower is sturdy
As I'm all for the Blue.
If now a bit slower
Even friends I seem faze,
But post Trump the bar's lower
And that's my fail safe.
The Media's a pain
What's with the shouting,
I shan't play their game
Their continual doubting.
Then there's old Bernie
And his Marxists galore,
With their bone headed journey
To simply point score.
Republicans matter not a bit in my mind
Obstructive and loudly they wail,
But Politics taught to never be kind
So let them act up and sullenly rail.
As to the Trumpers, what can I say
They live in a universe all of their own,
Their partisan anger a cause for dismay
While the stolen election they relive every day.
When all's said and done I'm proud of my job
Obama's on side to bring me relief,
My one secret weapon to quieten the mob
Sharing the load to make my weeks brief.
Can you?
Yes!
Would you?
Yes!
Do you?
YES!
My fail-safe method to
Get out of jury duty
Facebook closed down two software programs
That started to talk to one another in their slam
As a fail safe for robotic power and grace
We don't them taking over and running the place
And Facebook isn't for artificial intelligence to rule
For computers to have their own page makes us a fool.
© Paul Warren Poetry
As I set in my comfort, champagne glass in hand I reminisce over the master's of my plans.
Putting pawns in perspective, navigating the move before the move. Using a fail safe strategy
Leaving no way to lose. Seeing no problems just solutions , keeping my eyes on the prize. Relying
On bishops to keep me alert and wise. As I move forward my rooks take a stand, Keeping me in a position to always have the upper hand. With my Queen by my side my second in command, utilizing her ability to execute my opponents every plan. Securing a perimeter is a job for my knights
And at any given time be willing to put up a good fight. As a king on my throne the world at my feet,
My champagne glass runs full from all my enemies defeat.
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