Tesla's captain - Elon Musk
runs his business by being brusque.
"Ruins" might be the word of fired folks
who do not laugh at last-ditch jokes.
Do or die got to perform in the eye of the storm
Noise from the boys remember we did deport
Another loss 3 nought a new boss will be sought
The depravity of gravity the reality of this sport
Big Ben’s men finally hold court our Last Resort
Insult beaten twice has the Bazball loon cult lost its spice
Starc’s legend hewn from chumps stumps in clumps strewn
Shredded in the dreaded Ashes vice Last Throw of the Dice
Bogged down in a twit pit will be flogged if we just slog
Stokes spoke about going for broke showing a bit of dog
Aussie boon.. Over the Moon In the Clover lagoon
The Barmy Army will still croon their afternoon tune
As another buffoon’s marooned OZ media swoon
Sucking on their silver spoon our Last Chance Saloon
Last ditch on the pitch must bewitch this is High Noon
Final, strained breath drawn,
Hope's faint ember starts to glow,
One last push to rise.
©bfa050825
Streaks of pallid moonlight
wash over blood-stained
burnt umber leaf blight.
Glistening stainless steel remains
within wilting noir roses
and blistered blades of grass.
Sickening hands shake my repose,
heart racing, sure to collapse,
feeling faint.
A revolting nausea elevates,
trying to find restraint,
as madness deregulates.
A heart separated
from a lifeless corpse—
death awaits.
Flashbacks play like static reports,
too hard to get a clear picture.
Splashes of splattered red fill
spaces in between scriptures.
Screaming echoes spill,
dirty visions getting clearer,
as the sacrificial lamb
becomes the predator, evaporating fear.
Fighting for the blade, fingers clammy,
spinning out of control.
How could you bring me to this?
Steel cuts against palms, foretold—
splatters of crimson spray, don't resist,
covering fear-filled eyes.
One last-ditch effort:
grab the hilt and arise.
On this deadening night, collect.
You became Samhain’s sacrifice,
a feast for the demonic nether, sanctified.
Written: February 23, 2024
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In a grove, a feud grew, no doubt,
Fruit factions were ready to shout.
Banana sought peace,
But his pleas soon would cease,
As the orange kept stirring the route.
With a temper as fiery as flame,
Orange sought to bear Banana shame.
He shouted and yelled,
While Banana rebelled,
Trying to douse the feud's flame.
But Orange was relentless and mean,
His anger turned downright obscene.
He challenged Banana,
With no sign of mana,
Creating a chaotic scene.
Banana, in a last-ditch effort, pled,
"Let's put this feud to rest," he said.
But Orange just jeered,
And sneered as he neared,
Determined to jam Banana with dread.
He was worth more dead than alive
Told himself they’d survive
He didn’t think it was sin
To violate one of the Top Ten
Thou shalt not kill included himself
It was in the dusty Bible there on the shelf
With an empty heart and lost soul
Life had become out of control
Last ditch effort to ease the pain
He put a bullet in his brain
Now his heart doesn’t beat
But his spirit feels the heat
Envision continuous raging fires
Feel the smoke burn your eyes
Smoldering sulphur in your nose
Flaming furnace without a hose
Before you pull the trigger or ring the bell
Imagine an eternity spent in HELL
When the light looks dim at the end on the tunnel
GOD is the one to get you out of trouble!!!
School
A teacher smiles with the bad news
He won’t get his grades, in their view
He’s wasted ten years attending school
he’s good in PE and the swimming pool
It’s last-ditch, with exams months away
At ten parent’s evenings they failed to say
Gave you no warning until it’s too late
And abandoned your child to their fate
They worry about the school’s reputation
Lied constantly about your kid’s education
Sit in the corner, out of the way, amused
Difficult to teach him, leave him confused
Previous parent’s evenings, nothing but smiles
Sent you off happy, oblivious of trials
Misled you till now, dyslexia diagnosed
Exonerates the school, who’re never exposed.
Lesson learned, school’s lie, don’t trust
At parent’s evenings, questioning a must.
David Cox 14/01/23
Please be my Valentine!
I'm getting desperate now
That you will never notice me
Somewhere, sometime, somehow
Even though I've tried
To get some of your attention
I'm nowhere on your radar
I never seem to get a mention
I'm feeling quite neglected
And I'm always overlooked
I wish you would spend time with me
Instead of that new book
So in a last ditch effort
I write you this poem in a card
Please be my Valentine!
Love from your overgrown yard
Brown marmorated stink bug
Two days of doing battle with this invading army.
Two days searching out to find where is their hidden lair.
Two days capturing dozens upon dozens of these onerous soldiers.
Two days the battles raged on behind and on the front of my curtains.
Two days trying to wash off the vile stink, their defensive, smelly weapon
Two days, my weapon, wads of toilet paper, picking them off, down the toilet
Day two, in an attempt, searching for mercy ?, from the killer, this brave warrior.
Day two, two dispirit soldiers, the last two I hope, came to me and landed on my left leg,
as if they were pleading, in a last ditch effort, for their lives, the sword struck, in the toilet.
B. J. “A ”2
December 7th, 2022
Lantern in blue haze,
oil flame spirit glow, last ditch
tunnel ray of hope
Posted ; 1st April 2022
Since you are here,
You might as well make yourself useful.
Pull up a chair and start shelling some peas for me,
I can make use of you to stack those chairs,
I could use your help today,
Are you any good at icing cakes?
Can you put that in the boot for me?
What are you doing on Monday?
Can you teach me how to do that
We are short of volunteers to visit those in hospital,
Can we borrow your ladder?
These are just some of the opportunities that have been offered to me,
How about yourself?
Remember time is running out as those doing the asking,
Are getting thinner on the ground,
And those things stuck in your ear,
Plus, that gadget in your hand is blocking the incoming invitations,
To be useful,
Before the opportunity no longer exists,
And you find yourself alone
With a receding hairline,
Poor health,
And a distinct lack of goodwill to anyone who knocks on your door,
In a last-ditch attempt to offer the milk of human kindness,
And a chance to do something useful,
Before that hope too fades forever.
I’ve heard it said that timing
Is the key to one’s success
And planning works out better
Than most any last-ditch guess.
Yet we can’t predict that circumstance
Will work out as we’d like
For we never know when lightning
Or good fortune just might strike.
On occasion, though, we get someplace
At just the perfect time
With results as unexpected
As good poetry in rhyme.
Placid waters
Boat, mildly rocking
Cheerful faces
Picture perfect snaps
Posted on social sites
Flattering comments
‘Wonderful family’
Flashback
Happy memories
Happy?
Nay!
Last ditch effort
At calming
Inside turmoil
Save marriage
Children’s sake
Alas!
Unbridgeable difference
Between
‘Perfect family outing’
And
‘Not so perfect family’
his heart broken
too late for last ditch attempts
~ everything failed
McCain Engine Started To Switch
McCain plane engine should start to switch;
Even though in system there may be glitch;
His engines failed;
Downward sailed;
He bailed out in an effort that is last ditch.
Jim Horn
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