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My Modern Age Reality
The daily commute a daily grind
Bumper to bumper you will find
Asking “are you out of your mind”
Hoping to spot someone that is kind
Road rage is now the new adage
To get where you’re going at this stage
Maybe this can be forestalled with courage
Though that is wishful thinking at this age
My child in the back seat
She’s my daily joy when I do pick her up and we meet
Her arms outstretched as if to greet
Though the morning drop off isn’t so neat
A woman in a job no less
That a man used to do my guess
Why does it feel so thankless
Although that paycheck is a bliss
At the end of a long day I just want to rest
But hubby dear has announced a guest
Shopping, cooking, cleaning is now my quest
After all we want to show our best
The closing of the door and a big sigh
Tells me that bedtime is nigh
But first tidy up both low and high
Maybe it’s worth a hug from my big guy
My head comes to rest on the pillow
A last glance out the window at the willow
And a snuggle with mine bedfellow
Leads to a day’s afterglow
That’s all I have for today’s sideshow
Andreas Simic©
The Hurricane was Harvey
By Franklin Price
8/31/2017
The hurricane was Harvey, what an unassuming name
Left the western Yucatan. across the Gulf he came
Building up his power to a category four
Slammed into the Texas coast with wind, and rain, and more
Coming into Rockport with winds one thirty some
Evacuate or hunker down, to damage he has come
He leveled many buildings, and shut the power down
He sent his rains to Houston, to sit there and to pound
Houston, a large city, fourth largest in the land
Rained so hard, in hours, was no dry place to stand
Rained a record fifty inches, that's the Roman numeral L
Overflowed the bayous, made life a living hell
Few had evacuated, of six million people plus
Would have been impossible, a traffic jamming fuss
Bumper to bumper everywhere with auto, truck and bus
Would even make the best of us, wring our hands and cuss
The water rose, it did not stop, covered roads from fork to fork
More area than the cities of Chicago and New York
No one quite expected Harvey to sit and pour
Until the first floors flooded and headed for the second floor
Water, many places, flowing fast and overhead
Rescue workers needed or thousands would be dead
Boats and trucks and copters came to do the work
Reminiscent of the rescue, of the soldiers, at Dunkirk
The heroes came from everywhere, left their families and friends
To risk their lives for others, and the rescuing begins
Hour after hour, from rooftops, trees and cars
Stranded ones were rescued by strangers from afar
The Cajun Navy from Louisian, the governor called the guard
Florida sent their Fish and Game, rescuing long and hard
Soon more than thirty thousand were brought to drier land
Rescuers so exhausted that they could hardly stand
Still they kept on going on helping all of those in need
And took them to the shelters where they could sleep and feed
Some died in the effort, not all in need were found
Some rescuers gave their all, and no longer are around
This is what life is all about, the way that it should fall
We should respond to others' needs, for the better good of all
Think about your fellow man, in all you do and say,
Don't be the Harvey victim, be the rescuer today.
Every morning, I work from home
I turn on the radio, if I'm unhappy and alone
You hear so much misery when the car jams are told
Make you feel happier, if you're mean and cold
The outbound George has a disabled tractor trailer
Some drivers now are cursing like a sailor.
On the inbound Holland there is police activity
Imagine all those slowed drivers, it's like captivity.
(chorus)
There are people who like pulling tails of cats
Others freakout Grandma by attaching bells to bats
But me, I enjoy the misfortune of those who drive
Comparing our fates makes me feel more alive.
On the Pulaski skyway it's a waiting game
I bet Mr. Pulaski would have not delegated his name.
Its bumper to bumper after Passaic Avenue
I bet those drivers are steaming too.
At the exit ramp an accident partly blocks
That teen driver just learned life has hard knocks.
Heavy delays, so many drivers annoyed
But the traffic jams give me Schadenfreude.
The Lincoln backs into Weehawken tight,
They’ve been stuck in that tunnel since about midnight
Makes you wonder, and contemplate
Or if you're like me, you feel really great.
Add up all the lost hours of lives
No need for bombs, no need for knives
Time that could have been used for better things
All the waste, we should have wings.
My Pet Poems, Lou
The rains had begun pelting New Orleans.
The warnings were dire. An insurrection
Of weather on the Gulf coast was coming, urging
Everyone to escape to higher ground. That
Meant everyone! Katrina’s on the way!
The highways were halted, bumper to bumper,
While no other plans were coming! Where, oh,
Where is higher ground along the coast?
Lou came on the all-night drive with his family
To Lexington, where Woody had died
And Barkley needed a friend; we called our vet,
Seeking a beagle puppy. He called us next day.
He knew a dog named Lou, who needed a home.
So, Jim went to see the sweet boy, who
Was actually an English Foxhound, very
Like a beagle, but 20 pounds more and
Twice the height, and whose family had come
— now homeless — from now-drowned
New Orleans, leaving behind the Japanese eatery
They owned, but now infringing their escape
On friends, which meant their dear Lou,. too,
Needed a new life’s place.
We became it. Lou, I always thought, became
Our gentle giant (compared to our cockers),
Taking to Jim, who exchanged whispers with him.
Big boy though he was, everything about him was
Soft, from the way he placed his paws when walking,
To his lying patiently on the bed between us,
To the way he tilted his head when
His name was said. I cannot recall
Him barking or charging or begging.
He would receive as each hour brought him...
His life, so he seemed, had become
A patient resolution, plus a pleasant one, where
He gave happy loyalty and endearment
For our love; saved from flood, destitution,
And a New Orleans life feeling
Lost in a midst of starting all over.
He gifted us, in return, the constant peace
Of feeling found and accepted.
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(c) sally Young eslinger 1/9/2021
Thanks be to God
Emails, phone calls appointments it’s nonstop, taking time off works, paperwork galore, social worker meetups, just once I’d like to sit alone, with nothing to do, but take in the sights that our Savior has given me…
None of thus did I ask for, it comes with having a special needs adult..not to mention work demands, emails phone calls, hearing unwanted banter from my co workers.. time to head home, rush traffic bumper to bumper awaits my sight..
I ask Jesus to please take the wheel, as I turn off thus highway to Wolfe Park, maybe some nature scenery will cheer me up, as I turn off the engine, I’m greeted with silence, only the birds singing me a song. I exit my car, walking slowly to the fishing dock, where other fathers are standing, fishing line in the water, admiring the scenery, maybe they too are seeking refuge.
I’m greeted with a smile, thus old dock has a way of bringing you in, to forget about life’s stressors for awhile..suddenly his fishing pole bends, he’s got a bite, a large moth bass has taken its bait, he reels it in, to his delight it’s larger than he thought.
We high five each other, fishing has a way of bringing people together, I congratulate him. Suddenly my stress is gone, thank you Jesus for steering me here, you took the wheel because only you knew what I needed. I turn to leave as I say goodbye to my new friend, I cant wait to share the story with my daughter, she will enjoy hearing this, GOD thank you for thus time, please be with me as I continue to be what you put me on thus earth to be, a father to my daughter, as I try my very best to be her Father, and guide her as her legal guardian, and a father to our son Josh, along with my wife..
I'm awakened by the scream of steam
from a spicy coffee-scented dream.
Sleep can't ignore that piercing sound,
nor the scent of fragrant beans fresh ground.
Knowing that the day's schedule is tight,
I head for work while traffic's still light.
For the city crawls at its peak rush,
and many cars get caught in the crush.
Bumper to bumper, the madness starts,
jostling for position stresses hearts.
And when hot engines stall, tempers flare,
drivers get mad and begin to swear.
A serpentine line of rust and paint
slinks forth, fueling constant complaint.
And exhaust fumes seep into the car
as it creeps ahead, windows ajar.
Flashing brake lights, or a honking horn,
invites the finger and instant scorn.
Time inches forward trying to pass
flattened tires and shards of broken glass.
I arrive safely, despite the squeeze,
and parking my car, tensions ease.
Later, I'll need to fight my way back,
or leave early, and beat the rat pack.
(Rhyme)
10/17/2017
Just jumping in.
Everything comes to a halt.
The first few moments don't seem as bad.
Depending on length.
The line of cars.
In a sea of metal
Something wow happens.
Metal crashes into metal.
Causally passing by.
Everyone is okay.
Making sure to see what happened
They drop speed.
The police attempt to make it through to the scene.
Little to no debris.
No never-mind to the expensive cars brought to a halt.
The Mercedes Benz, the Porsche out of place slow moving along.
A Black Nissan Sentra with two kids playing in the backseat.
The other side is free to go as they please.
Compared to most places this is nothing.
Try New York. Atlanta. Texas to name a few.
You just jump in, moving from point A to B.
Life is admittedly too short to walk a great distance.
A two car pileup a few miles ahead.
Bumper to bumper no one gives space to breathe.
A Cadillac honks in frustration.
The Black Nissan honks back in attempt to get over.
Inching closer to maneuver it's way in front.
After everyone takes a glance at the pileup.
Traffic is back to normal.
The two kids continue to play like nothings happened
White Van Man
White van driver, he couldn’t give a damn
Oh how I wish that he would scram
From lofty heights he owns the road
He’s deft at signs sure to forebode
With cell in hand intent on chat
He swears at the driver wearing a hat
Coursing a path that’s bumper to bumper
Behind the woman, oh how he could thump her
His high sided vehicle sways this way and that
He’ll be there soon with foot down flat
He’s king of the motorway’s third lane
He’d love to shunt and scare, be a right bane
But to him his driving feels quite lame
He’s white van driver who feels no shame
A hotheaded madcap who loves to race
Carrying a smugness all over his face
When home he parks to own the street
Along with others, its quite a fleet
In the morn, he rises with the lark
Returning faithfully after its dark
He’s white van driver, he does what he likes
He tells his neighbours to get on their bikes
His majestic status is sure to be noted
Carrying an image to which he’s devoted
So white van man, you don’t give a damn
But I tell you squarely that you’re a right sham
Journey to Tranquility
As I nestle into the seat of my
Far from new mode of transport
I steel myself for the journey ahead
In my mind I plan out the route for this day
I'm sure bumper to bumper was invented here
There will be that slow crawl up the parkway
This will turn into the raceway as we hit the expressway
Where I let her go
Road rage is the new adage
So one must be aware not to stare or glare
This gauntlet must be run to arrive alive
Success here brings relief
As we turn onto a highway of only two lanes
Gains can be made though watch for deer
Home after home turns into farm land
As the lights of the city disappear
Another left, then one more with pavement
Becomes gravel for many a mile
Don’t go too far there it is on the right
A smile appears as it comes into sight
The scurry of a fox across the driveway
The chirp of birds as you exit the car
The smell of a lake and its shore
You are at the cottage and tranquility galore
It is worth the drive every time.
Andreas Simic©
FLEEING IRMA
spotlight moon, full, like an Old Testament cloud, leading
Floridians forth, not into the desert, but away from the wrath
of Irma. bumper to bumper, neighbors from pilot to caboose,
illuminated in each other’s flood beams. testiness and pride
put aside, as fleeing cars, in camaraderie, brave the calm
before the storm. like the Israelites, they leave behind the
homes they know, put themselves in the hands of God. many
have family and friends north of their beloved peninsula,
an unintended visit, a warm haven, not a picnic nor a vacation,
but each pulls themselves up, for our Southern neighbors
are not of the craven sort. those who choose to live near the sea,
with its beauty and fortitude, know how to batten down the hatches.
hammocks left behind will tangle, and hug palm trees, suffering
the loss of their occupants. hotels, with never ending vacationers,
takes a much needed rest. God believes in rest, sometimes
a seven year sabbath, even when the soul forgets its place. we
pray, even north of the path, in stillness, we must, in gratitude,
never taking for granted, lest we too find ourselves seeking solace
elsewhere. godspeed our tanned Peninsula friends. godspeed
and bless, with safety, tenacity, and love as we reel you in.
9/8/2017