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I heard it on the radio –
An early morning crash,
The driver’s fault and then her life
Was over in a flash.
It happened near my walking path
So when I headed out,
I knew I’d pass right by to see
What it was all about.
The F.D.R., six lanes across,
Had not a car in sight,
Except for police and clean-up crews
At work to make things right.
The car involved, a burned-out wreck,
Was waiting on the road
Until the inquiry was done
And then it would be towed.
Debris was scattered in the lanes
In both directions, plus,
The walking path had wreckage, too,
Which no one did discuss.
The car, a Tesla, slammed into
A barrier and flipped,
With flames caused by the battery
With which it was equipped.
The impact made the driver
And the passenger eject.
Though he survived, who knows the damage
That he can expect.
We may not ever learn just why
The driver hit those speeds,
Which well exceeded limits
That nobody ever heeds.
LOVE IS LIKE.........................
Love is like a pair of shoes!
Easy to abuse, or tossed in the trash when over used.
Love is like fire,
soon you'll get burn, or the flames will just simply turn off!
Love is like a car,
always finding ways to get it fixed, or searching for a better one!
Love is like a calendar,
changing days, weeks in 12 months, with resolutions never accomplished!
Love is like dirty laundry, you put it to the side!
Love is like a song, winds up all kinds of emotion before it ends!
Love is like a teacher, never appreciated!
Love is like dirt, easy to step on, or sweep away!
Love is like make up, easy to remove with tears!
Love is like a battery, draining all it's juice till it runs out!
Love is like a model, full of $h*t!
Love is like a Doctor, dumping hurting news with a cost!
Love is like a remote control, to many buttons to push!
Love is like the universe, confusing without knowing what's out there!
Love is like power, to hard to handle!
Love is like a fart, it really stinks!
Love is like a coloring book, scribbling pages to get it over with!
Love is like a flower, that will die eventually!
Love is like an egg, one way, or another it has to break or rot!
Love is like a shadow, it only happens with light!
Love is like a roach, waiting to get crushed!
Love is like a unicorn, does it even exist!
Love is like a heart beat, easy to stop!
By; p.d.
**********(LMFAO)***************
I think I had to much fun demoting love.
...........Instead Of promoting (LOL)........
Love is like wow! if you really must know!
the floorboards offer only joist only the give the soft jawed stud in the hall
plaster molts white flecks like the chicken did last winter
the tv spits a grey electric grit
a static stuck rattling the cul de sac the deadbolt evening click
i have swept the dead from the wires the cold clot they leave in the pipes
the notice said final in red it promised a merciful eviction
in a neighborhood of taped up windows
the crabgrass a green fire where the dog used to squat wait
inside the mind a leaden bell a pendulum already swinging
the weight of crown molding and sweat
a siyn nap pops like a fuse when the heart stops
just the thermostat clicking off
the house already a frozen meat locker of blue bellies
as the soul snags on the splintered jamb by the side door
while the neighbors count the moving boxes
i kept thinking about the fridge light how long it could burn
over the fatback sweating into a cold yellow brine
the stars rock salt in a split lip
the factory a pulled socket wired to nothing bleeding soot
porch light a clotted throat of toasted wings
the smoke alarm battery dead
all that evisceration funnels us back to the kitchen
we sit in the kitchen thumbing the unpaid slips
my fingers gelid sticking to the paper
the fridge drones on borrowed power
just caught in the clock slow gears a germ in the cogs
the sink drips
the soul stays low in the wiring
behind the lath
holding on
until the breaker snaps
And so the problems, they surmount,
And why is infinity so hard to count?
It’s always because infinity has no end.
It’s quite Elementary my friend!
Still, I wonder why this can’t be,
A bird can talk why can’t fish in the sea?
Imagine all the bubbles they’d send.
It’s quite Elementary my friend!
Well how do I move my hybrid car,
When we suffer blackouts near and far?
Having battery and fuel tank is the trend.
It’s quite Elementary my friend!
How do you answer each problem of mine,
Making it sound so simple and fine?
My knowledge I am very happy to expend.
It’s quite Elementary my friend!
Bitter and corrosive
Not like lemon juice-or vinegar
Like battery acid
Consumptive
Skin falling off bone
Glass house dreams crunching under haste
Consuming
Bone evaporating to ash
Notions of forever lost on the wind
Anger and dread
All encompassing
Screams trapped in lungs
Torment
Because they never loved you after all
And maybe- just maybe
No one is capable of loving you the way you love
And your sentenced to a life of loneliness
And it's like drowning, and burning, and falling-
And suffocating and imploding
And it just is and isn't,
A burning question-
Probably better unanswered
But you ask it anyway
And the thoughts and emotions do summersaults-
And have fists fights in your mind
Scratching at the steel bars on your brain trying to get out
But if they escaped you wouldn't have anything to keep you up at night
Salty and sour
Not like tears dripping in your mouth
Like a fist full of dead sea salt
Fragile
A heart that couldn't break any longer
Just a pile of dust
Gone
Giving yourself to the darkness
The skeletons sitting in the living room instead of hidden in the closet
Heart ache
All encompassing
Screams trapped in lungs
We have an assortment of clocks collected over the years.
Some chime melodically, others are odious to the ears!
Some rest on mantels, others hang upon the walls,
Each emitting their dings, bongs or ear-splitting squalls!
One squawks John Deere tractor motor sounds every hour.
To expunge that raucous din, I removed its AA battery power!
I must admit, I've always been an avid John Deere aficionado,
But the noise was noxious to my ears - 'tis now incommunicado!
I'd like to chat with the feller who invented the cuckoo clock.
Why couldn't he have used a dove's soothing coo to mock!
Above my desk hangs another curious horological wonder.
It plays the Air Force Song on the hour, rending peace asunder!
The old grandfather clock utters a pleasant, mellow gong.
'Tis pleasing to the ear - he's my pal - he can do no wrong!
In contrast, the banjo clock emits a delicate twangy sound,
That is, if I can remember to keep it tightly wound!
Another clock strikes the hour and birds begin to chirp.
'Twas relegated to the garage, since my serenity it did usurp!
Most of my clocks are old friends, 'cept one among the number;
'Tis that doggone alarm clock, that awakes me from my slumber!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
psyches of all bards and writers
synchronized crowd swimming in waters
yuppies and brave souls unheard by all
chanting audience in an imaginary stall
hearts we hide as words unfold
on paper and scrolls, always young never old
lasting ink or cellphone battery so strong
of thinkers and scribblers of prong
genetics of poetry or honed skill
your poetry in a song that inspires and fill
only the strong survives and remain
filaments of musing, project and pertain
poetic justice is justice for all
or no balance like a bouncing ball
ever and never will an artist to surrender or fall
triumphant in all writings, big or small
remnants of your undying soul
yours is the scepter and crown and tiara
like winner takes all
One winter long long ago
It was our first year together
My husband
God bless his heart
Decided he’d go shopping
You guessed it
'Twas Christmas eve.
We’ll say up front
The man’s on crutches
And despises shopping
To the nth degree
But off he went
Into a small pharmacy
Loaded up his cart
Imagine my surprise
On Christmas morn
When I was handed a
Jumbo Christmas stocking
Everything individually wrapped
Aspirin, tums, soap
Throat lozenges
A battery-operated toothbrush
And so much more
But what I remember most vividly
Was my twelve year supply
Of pink Lady Schick razors
That hint of disappointment
Didn’t last too long
For now this wife
Is best buds with Santa Claus
No matter what else
May hide under the Christmas tree
Every year since
There have always been
Delightfully wrapped surprises
Greeted Christmas day
With the loudest and cheeriest
“ Thank you,
Thank you, Santa. ”
And that's how Christmas
Was saved over in our household
The moral of the story being
We should never count on others
To make us happy
When we are pleasantly surprised
That's just bonus
I love winter and
Everything about Christmas
Always have
Always will
It's never been
About presents
But more about
The holiday cheer
And the love that bonds us
To our loved ones
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on December 1, 2021 for contest A CHRISTMAS GIFT MEMORY sponsored by B.J. LEGROS KELLEY - RANKED 3RD
and on December 6, 2017 for contest CHRISTMAS STORY sponsored by EVE ROPER - RANKED 4TH
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It's taken me sixty years
Of evolution
To realise the simplicity
Of Earthen electricity
My naked feet, like freshly cleaned
Battery terminals
Strolling in hilarity
To observe correct polarity
Electrons flowing in and out
As I freely shuffle about
In hippyfied insanity
With toes embracing nudity
The science is effusive
So wonderfully conclusive
My body craves perfection
In each pedantry inflection
So to join the sockless roamers
The grass lovers and beach combers
I will earth myself completely
With each step I place, so neatly
Is it magic or just factual?
Like a nature deal, contractual
Or perhaps we were never meant
To be disconnected, discontent
And maybe it's progression
To dismiss the shoe of intercession
Returning to natural citizenship
Of barefoot - grass relationship
Reject the concrete,
Resist the vulcanised persistence
Embrace the beauty
Of a soul-full existence