I’m sinking to the bottom now,
The faces slip so far away.
But I do not panic,
I do not stir.
I feel peace wash over me.
Spears of light pierce the surface,
Cascading down,
Giving me one last hold of warmth
Before the cold darkness envelops me.
Voices are muffled, I cannot hear them.
I close my eyes and concentrate.
One final shudder
Then it all goes black
And I find myself outside the gates.
People are wearing black below.
Somewhere in the distance
A church bell sighs.
I ask you not to mourn for me.
Know that I have found my peace at last.
Beneath the surface,
Beneath the waves;
I find my salvation,
I find my rest.”
“It might be lonely at the top, but it’s a far sight worse at the bottom.” -Me
Fired from a canine canine, I'm a bullet aimed at the brain.
Slowly & surely, I find my track, come sunshine or raging rain.
I swim and wriggle making my way,three inches every passing day!
Target I reach in a few weeks say,making sure of its deadly decay
An Odd Bird
The seagull and I were flying over the Andes.
the mountain was brown, and we saw a lake green
as an emerald ring on an Irish girl`s finger.
Let’s fly down and have a bath I said, the gull said
the lake was poisonous, so we continued on our way
to the pampas of Argentine.
Landed on a jade green patch of the land
it was then the seagull confessed it suffered
from hydrophobia, it was, therefore, it had left
the Pacific Ocean and avoid derision from birds
that loved the sea and diving for fish.
But a seabird is supposed to like fish.
Who says, the gull angrily uttered I like cooked
meat with boiled potatoes, anything wrong with that!
we walked to an inn, that is the bird sat on my
shoulder, had lamb chops with mint sauce, are you not
surprised to see a bird in here, I asked the landlord,
no not at all it often comes in here it is
the first time I have seen it with a human.
HYDROPHOBIA
Feeling some disconcert
As I saw some dirt upon my shirt,
I rinsed it out, but all in vain,
For one big spot did thus remain.
Alas, it had been surely smote
By grease from a gravy boat!
I now saw I needed attention.
To a hostile, phobic tension
Between water and oil,
Causing grease, to the shirt, to espoil.
I had to figure out whether
I could get them, as friends, together,
For only then, in some way,
Could water carry that spot away.
Aha!. I found one to clear the weather
And get the two together,
A cleaning merchant
By the name of Alfred D.Turgent
Was able to overcome this atrocity
Of phobic animosity
Allowing the water and grease to elope
With the blessings of my good friend soap
Leaving my shirt
Now free of all dirt!
Stan 1/10/14
Habemus Papam
A long, steep road- life time for some- and
tired I paused outside a shop selling wigs
I didn´t go in, but its owner came out, handed
for a beautiful hairpiece for frosty weather.
I looked ten years younger, ambled with firm
steps to the town´s plaza and seen by adoring
women, wore sunglasses to hide my celebrity.
A gust of wind my wig flew off, landed on top
of a street lamp its light came on even though
it was in the middle of the day and austerity.
A chorus of unseen singers sang: Baldy, baldy,
baldy, my vanity vanished as morning mist.
“Why are you bald?” six year old girl asked.
“I was a seal suffering from hydrophobia and
could not jump up in the air and look cute.”
In a Chinese shop I bought a red hat, citizens
gaped at me with awe, and whispered is he our
new papa?
give me land that’s dry
away from the crashing waves
hydrophobia
behold the marvels
of the oceans of the earth
teeming with sea life
we need the water.
we have to live on the land
there’s a compromise.
Robert Pettit
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