Long Ambulance Poems
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That barefoot girl runs on the smooth, red sand as a gazelle in the wild,
she hears terrifying screams coming from the shore while the surf arises:
is somebody about to drown? There are no safeguards
watching from their posts, it's after closing time!
Her pale face shows panic, but is that her child?
There are some people on the beach, the Seaside's distant bells chime...
hardly anyone had paid attention to the peaceful surroundings
being occupied with their thoughts of contemplation on dreams;
seagulls gathered on rocks, take flight seeing her coming:
she starts shouting, " Call an ambulance! The child is drowning! "
Everybody realizes the seriousness of the matter,
and as if in an act of prayer, their gaze wanders far...
reaching the fearless swimmer fighting off waves, searching hard;
and with great stamina and strong will of mind, she will not be afraid!
Her kindness is a love that will save any life experiencing extreme dire;
it's the most difficult challenge she faces and will remember a lifetime!
Entered in Eve Roper's contest,
" Oil Paintings 4 & 5 "
My Pick: Oil Painting # 2
Once a Christmas
The sun was blood red looked like a big wound
on the flank of an elephant shot by poachers.
Dripped blood on white, wholly cloud which slowly
turns red as the bandage of a fatally shot soldier
who slowly dies of his wounds?
His eyes turned into a mirror of the cold sky.
In the air is torn into puffs of powder an ambulance
comes to an abrupt halt, a man on the dirty floor
surrounded by presents for his family, his eyes
reflects the absurdity of a Yule decorated supermarket.
His wife will get a voucher.
As I drive home, a bag of night opens and strews its
soothing darkness over the land, but nearby
an anguished elephant has its tusks sawn off by a dentist.
(This is the image of a semi urban city of India)
The glow of a late Autumn Sunset,
Gleams over the dense city streets.
Rushing wheels and honking horns,
Halt awhile for the traffic signs.
Through the rows of rushing motors,
Men on bikes plough their way.
They squish and squeeze through every gap,
Caring a naught for the traffic rules.
With jarring siren, the Ambulance van,
Speeds past for emergency aid.
The patient inside, in writhing pain,
Lies stressed on every hurdle raced.
Ladies holding children in hands,
And people bent with growing age,
Remain planted at the zebra cross,
Waiting to move to the opposite side.
As the tired people back from work,
Hurry away to reach their homes,
The jovial band in easeful mood,
Treads towards the city parks.
Fortune tellers with their Tarot cards,
Hold their clients in great suspense,
The street hawkers on tiled pavements,
Squat beside their cheap merchandise.
Scores of men who tread on foot,
Grow to Hundreds in a short awhile,
These are folks right from the show,
The Block buster has drawn hoards of men.
When young Dandies in tawdry dress,
Dally round with their ladies love,
Street urchins in tattered clothes,
Go searching in the garbage pile.
While decrepit old beggars lie drowsy,
On the cement benches in wayside shelters,
The affluent Sahibs in plush restaurants,
Feast on their cocktail dinners.
The city thus with its motley crowd,
Paints life in contrast shades,
For Fortune, with her alluring charms,
Favours a few and leaves the rest.
You promised to stay with me,
You promised to help me see,
I thought you were the lucky one,
But look what you have done,
You ripped my heart apart,
Looking at someone else,
You never seemed to pay attention to me,
Especially when she was around,
I tried to get your attention,
But you ignored me,
No matter how hard I tried,
I couldn't get you to see,
That life doesn't last forever,
Going home late one night,
Not caring if you were there,
Going into the bathroom,
Reaching for the medicine,
Hands shaking violently,
I'm Crying silently,
I put the bottle to my lips,
Tilted it up,
I felt myself slip away,
The ambulance was coming,
You were hoping it wasn't to late,
Facing the light,
I walked towards it,
To late... You lost me,
You were selfish and never thought,
Of how much happiness you brought,
To me you were my world,
Even if you ignored me,
I still felt happy to have you next to me,
Just remember I am still with you,
Not in physical form,
But deep in your heart.
IT WAS A NIGHT FULL OF EXCITEMENT,
JOY, FUN AND LAUGHTER
FRIENDLY FACES GREETED US
AND THE SMILES WERE ENDLESS
WITHOUT US KNOWING
SOMEONE WAS WATCHING OVER US…
AFTER A NIGHT TO REMEMBER –
THAT SOMEONE TOOK US ON AN EXPADITION…
IT WAS COLD
AND THE ROAD WAS WET
OUR EXPADITION TURNED
OUT TO BE VERY JOLTING…
ALL OF A SUDDEN…
WE SAW IT COMING TOWARDS US
OUR MINDS HAD A GLIMPSE
OF NEAR DEATH
WE HEARD SCREECING BREAKS, WINDOWS BREAKING
AND THE SOUND OF … FEAR, SHOCK
AND DISSOLUTION
IT WAS LIKE THE SOUND OF WAR
WE SWERVED OUT, DODGING THE
PIECES OF CONCRETE
WITH MY PULSE RAISING AND
MY HEART THOBING I CAME
TO REALIZE THAT I HAD TO
CHEACK IF THERE WERE NO
CRITICAL INJURED PEOPLE
MY BODY WAS FROZEN BUT MY MIND
STAYED CLEAR
WE HELPED THE DRIVER TO STAY
CALM UNTILL THE AMBULANCE ARRIVED
AFTER THAT WE CONTINUED
OUR JOURNY BACK TO OUR DESTANATION
BUT OUR EXCITEMENT TURNED INTO SHOCK,
OUR JOY INTO SADNESS, OUR FUN SPOILED
AND SILENCE TOOK AWAY
OUR LAUGHTER
WE CAME TO REALIZE THAT
GOD WAS THE ONE WATCHING
OVER US AND THAT OUR LIVES
WERE SPARED
HE TOOK US ON AN EXPADITION NEVER TO BE
FORGOTTEN BUT KNOWING
THAT HE IS ALWAYS WITH
US KEEPING US SAFE FROM
UNEXPECTED EXPADITIONS
Form:
The cacophony of city streets,
A mish mash of jarring sounds
cars whizzing by, horns blaring,
Ambulance wails in a distance
Buses moan and screech
Clickety-Clack of the overhead
“L” trains rumbling by
The din, the clamor, the ruckus,
the racket, rattle and roar.
The street musicians
Dogs barking furiously down the lane
The chatter at the roadside vendors,
Oh, the babel of voices, the drunken brawls.
Come stealthily, O Death,
upon the wings of silent breath,
Underneath the mud and dust
I’ll lie quietly.
~10/15/19
~Contest: Give Me Your Best New Poem
~Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Sarah and John, awaiting their firstborn;
a nurse and soldier, in each other's arms,
in war-time setting, were at times forlorn
by their romantic joy fused with alarms.
This burdened Sarah with commingled fears
in expectation of what was to come...
long, rainy days brought forth her anxious tears,
as if, to some sad fate, she would succumb.
In time, more courage made its home within;
with passion, she embraced her womanhood,
and with no fear of tragedy therein,
attained the precious gift of motherhood.
Soon, on that day, when giving birth was done...
the joyful couple welcomed their dear son.
Date: January 4, 2019
~2nd Place~
Contest: Movie Magic
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
Judged: 03/21/2019
Movie: 'A Farewell To Arms' - Character, Catherine
Note: "A Farewell To Arms," is a novel by Ernest Hemingway made into a movie. Character Frederic Henry is an American officer serving in an ambulance unit for the Italian Army during World War I. Catherine Barkley, is a Red Cross nurse he had met earlier, near the front, and they engage in an affair, and she becomes pregnant. Catherine's example as an expectant mother was that of a loving, courageous, uplifting, yet fearful one and rainy days were one of her worst fears. However, the end of the movie is very tragic as her child is stillborn, and she herself also passes away from complications. Hence, per contest rules, the ending of my poem is different than portrayed in the movie.
what’s the bloodiest, the goriest
it’s what they’re really hoping for
but bread and butter routine falls
uninjured, aging vulnerables
just needing putting back to bed
or in their chair, their blanket days
with smiles as they’re left alone
strong but crying inwardly
the cold and lonely prison home
we drive away hoping that
someone will check up on them
and after shift when we’re in bed
thinking are they still there sat
where we left them hours past
have they eaten, have they ‘been’
that’s the toughness no-one sees
or wants to hear or gives a damn
or interested when they ask
what’s the worst call that you had
I was momentarily saddened by the news I heard
About my neighbor living across the street
I was sorry to learn about the condition he had
Even though after ten years we never did meet
Then days turned into weeks
A couple months had passed us by
I couldn’t avoid his worsening stories
Even though subconsciously, I admit, I tried
My random bits of sadness turned into prayer
I gave offerings at the Sunday mass
I thought about him and made a sign of the cross
Every time an ambulance I happened to pass
After a year had come and gone
And I had worn out my rosary beads
I finally got up and knocked on his door
To see if I could help with any of his needs
I had only seen him once or twice
At the end of our driveways picking up the papers
The hand I shook in introducing myself
Was dehydrated and as thin as wafers
An oxygen tube was taped to his nose
His lips were dried and caked
Every time he had to let out a cough
His whole body would tremor and shake
He said, “I know many people are praying for me
And their thoughts and prayers I appreciate
But I am glad that someone had the courage to come
And spend some time with me before it’s too late
“We live in a neighborhood but we’re not very neighborly
Everyone is too busy living their secret little lives
But when the merry-go-round stops and it’s time to get off
Ignoring those living near you is a mistake you realize”
I visited him every day for the next three months
Even helped with his hospice care
We both found out we had so much in common
And for ten years we were never aware
When finally he let out his very last breath
I was the only person standing beside his bed
He made me promise to befriend all of our other neighbors
And then my new best friend was dead
Today marks our tenth annual block party
All the neighbors bring their own special dish
We’ve become a large neighborhood family
In fulfillment of my buddy’s last wish
Another child lay dying in his mother's arms,
She holds him to her- weeping hopelessly;
There will be no ambulance coming, no alarm,
And this scene plays out each day endlessly.
She holds him to her- weeping hopelessly,
The writing is on the wall for the starving;
And this scene plays out each day endlessly,
We give to charity because of ads appealing.
The writing is on the wall for the starving,
Thumbs up we say, we are saving the world;
We give to charity because of ads appealing,
The money given- into the wind it whirled.
Thumbs up we say, we are saving the world,
Somewhere over the rainbow plays in my head;
The money given- into the wind it whirled,
I pray this boy finds that blue bird when dead.
Somewhere over the rainbow plays in my head,
There will be no ambulance coming, no alarm;
I pray this boy finds that blue bird when dead,
Another child lay dying in his mother's arms.
_______________________
April 16, 2016
Poetry/Pantoum/Somewhere
Copyright Protected, ID 16-778-504-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Lyrics, cliché, Image,
sponsor, Silent One (Image #1)
theme used- somewhere over the rainbow lyrics
cliche used - the writing is on the wall
First Place