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Not happy I've reached my golden years
But one thing I am happy about
No snotty nose little brats runnin' round
Don't get what they want, they pout
Life's so tough you poor little buggers
You'll find out one of these days
It's not always about what you guys want
It's for YOUR little brats you must pay
Money for this thing, money for that
Can I borrow the car tonight
Long as you bring it back without any dents
Or else it's back to your bike
Oh and no beer stains on the back seat either
Very important client to meet
Wouldn't want him smelling like a brewery
Wining and dining him this week
Well we all go through this sooner or later
The lucky ones, their kids they did sell
The old folks with big smiles on their faces
Or else they just peed themselves
But what would we do without these guys
They add so much joy to our lives
With all the ups and down of parenthood
They add joy to our bumpy drive
© Jack Ellison 2013
Skipping my mind
across the lake
Sinking sinking
With each breath I take
Looking up
a gurgling sound
Breath escaping
My feet tightly bound
I can still remember
Your hand on my face
Heart beating fast
Feeling out of place
The car ride was bumpy
in the dark tiny trunk
Arms tightly bound
feeling woozy and drunk
Yes I was the witness
to that horrible crime
I was there for my murder
Now I’m suspended in time
You fit me with shoes
Custom made for the deep
I guess an accountant
has too many secrets to keep
As I sank oh so slowly
There was one consolation
The beauty of detail
was my preoccupation
A letter will arrive
In a few short days my friend
Yes by registered mail
What you started will end
Because details are my trade
All your crimes big and small
Except for my murder
They’ll be revealed one and all
Emma Riesgo
1897-1919
Alas, I was just a simple soul.
Born second in the corner house,
Over on old Washington Street,
Just a short stroll,
From the college there,
My mother labored for 9 hours
In the sweating shadows,
Upstairs there,
In my dead grandmother’s bed,
And out I slunk wet and slippery,
Gasping but not suffocating.
When Mr White brought me here,
My, but the ride was bumpy!
Up Greenleaf Avenue I rode,
In Mr. White’s old horse-drawn hearse,
Past the Carnegie Library,
And all those stones there,
Past the Greenleaf Hotel,
And its broad veranda there,
Then left the hearse tentatively turned,
Onto flowery old Broadway Street,
Past the double-towered school there,
On pleasant Pickering Street,
Past the fences and the dusty walls,
Past the granite tombstones
Of this bleak locale.
My friends, life was just a blink of the eye for me.
Just a simple soul,
Who found love at last,
In the cold dusty embrace
Of these old walnut trees here.
I love you, I love you, I love you
What beautiful words to hear
A warm fuzzy feeling envelopes our soul
Words that always endear
True love is the reason we all exist
Travelling down life's bumpy road
Without love to guide us, we'd all be lost
Struggling with life's heavy load
Many times in life, love invades our soul
Each time it feels so intense
It's the warmest emotion we've ever felt
As deep as the ocean immense
Nothing has really ever felt any sweeter
In each dream I see her face
Just holding her sweet body close to mine
In a warm and loving embrace
I've loved this lady for many long years
It's as strong as it was at the start
Memories rush back to the very beginning
Back when she captured my heart
I learned on a relic...quite bent out of shape,
rusty and dented..... and not even quaint!..,
An rattle-trap, hand-me-down, that had seen better days
A ten year old's wishes, had faded away....
But, then on my birthday, as I opened my eyes...
There sat a beauty, my birthday surprise
My very first bike.....shiny and red!!
My dreams had come true.....as I jumped out of bed!!!
I tore off the ribbon, to take a good look
No time now, for breakfast, no time now, to groom
I jumped into my clothes, and then burst from the room
Onto the sidewalk, and into the street
Shouting to everyone.. "Will you come, look at me??!!!"
With legs long and tan, I began peddling fast
The sun hid it's shine, the cold wind was brash
Breeze blew through my hair and into my face
With time on my side, I was winning a race!
We were sailing along, I could hear the wheels spin
Over the hills, where often I'd been!
Clutching the handles, pumping my knees
I flew past the graveyard, as I peddled with ease
Far down the lane that circles the fields
With rows of tall corn stalks, all waiting to yield
Passing the warehouse that sold Daddy's seed
I flew past the postman, and the church near the square!
A turn 'round the corner, the train depot there!
Splashing through puddles along the bumpy old track
My legs kept on peddling......with no looking back!!
Didn't notice the dark clouds or storm in the sky
The air was so sweet as I held my arms high
Was I dreaming? I didn't care...as I glided in time
All the happiness I felt, all the joy of that I ride!
I remember that birthday....that's been hidden inside..
Look at me!! Look at me!! On my red bike, it's me!!
Don't you see??!!! Don't you see!!! ... That young girl was me!!
Like a clock that's unwinding..!! That is me that you see!!
I remember....I remember....How happy and free
As those wheels spin beneath me
Look at me !!!!!!!!! Do you see??
Free as a bird....it is me, it is me!!!
Wheeeeeeeee!!!!
Parading through tangled vines, dense brush
Green fatigues twining with emerald canopy so lush
A humid vapor drifts overhead; perspiration founts gush
Under foot decaying leaves and rotting vegetation mush
The eerie stillness on all sides made my adrenaline rush
We meandered through the jaded obstacle course
Search and destroy our tour de force
Stalking amorphous foe who cunningly uses every available
resource
Walking through the valley of death with little recourse
Seeking the beauty of nature from the artifice of war to divorce
Rustling leaves ahead put unit on full alert
Silhouettes flutter, then through the plush seams squirt
Enemy artillery moving into place and soldiers around our flanks
skirt
Without warning, enfilading fire from both sides did spurt
After momentary pause, I hit the dirt
Lieutenant screamed for the mortar unit
Crawling down an embankment; I dove into a pit
Head up, I fired at every moving figure in my orbit
I heard 'fire in the hole'; the rampart became a fiery spit
Springing from the fiery inferno, I felt a piercing pain; I had been hit
A surgeon was called to my side
Blood flowed from head gash so deep, wide
After a shot of morphine, a bandana was around my head tied
On a stretcher quickly thrown, and through the mayhem we plied
Smoke and fire all around; tossed to and fro on the bumpy ride
Into the clearing, we cautiously strode
Snipers greeted us with volley after volley; our pace slowed
The pick-up point posse, now in view, were in full alert mode
Earth-shattering fire from the helicopter team did the woods
explode
Serpentining to the helicopter, the rescue team with a daring lunge my stretcher did load
Vietnam: World of War contest
Stephen Parker
Bloated bubbly beauty
Sightly sensuous sexy
Dizzy dazzle dangling
Picture puzzle prompting
Loiter lofty laughter
Moments misty matter
Timeless touching treasures
Motive meeting measures
Structure succinct story
Senses spreading silly
Effort erring endless
Sightings speaking senseless
Awkward actions appoint
Jumpy jealous joy joints
Nonsense nesting nothing
Blossoms bringing blessings
Teasing touchy troubles
Ripples rooming rubbles
Poetry puzzles primal
Rushing rivers rival
Fuzzy feelings floating
Buzzy bumpy breathing
Leon Enriquez
03 May 2016
Singapore
If you looked inside my mind
I am afraid what you might find
Brain cells mostly dead
In a confused and troubled head
If you looked inside my heart
It will give you a terrible start
Scars where love did fail
A too oft repeated tale
If you looked inside my soul
You would shiver from the cold
Black spots everywhere
From the gloom and despair
If you looked into my past
You would cry but never laugh
A bumpy and torturous road
Is the story that would unfold
If you looked in a crystal ball
And my future is what you saw
It would show a horrible end
Of a funeral with no friend
So my advice to you
Is to keep on passing through
Beyond the cover of this book
No one should take a look
Who has never aspired, dreamed or thought
of becoming the leader of the greatest nation
and protect everybody's freedom with ambition;
will his notion of changing something leave that
indelible mark of excellence on history and hearts;
some presidents give all before their soul departs.
Rising to power is the final step to victory,
whatever was said and promised eloquently
remains in question when the scales are unbalanced;
don't rush to judgement, or assume you are trumped.
Remain skeptical, until there's no more credibility:
to righten injustices and bring stability and safety
is a hard task for anyone when the road gets bumpy;
be ready to expect the unexpected, keep your sanity.
Rising to power increases the ego to accomplish more with compromise,
acting swiftly and striking the one violating humane rules is very wise;
atrocity must be condemned, any tyrant must be taken down at once,
but the ones who speak against it think they've been trumped by surprise.
Written on 4/10/2017
You take me on a grand flight
Every day and every night
A first class trip of loves desire
That is always getting higher
With the service I receive
I want to stay and never leave
A one way ticket to my heart
Is what you've bought right from the start
Snuggled in a cozy chair
I'll gladly fly anywhere
On the wings of pure sweet bliss
I was not prepared for this
When I started searching for
A love that I could adore
Most relationships would crash
Falling from my life so fast
My heart wings broken so badly
Every day my mind would sadly
Wonder if it would take off
Into the air and not toss
Me into a whirlwind of romance
And another hopeless chance
Until the engines on my heart
Would melt away this ugly clot
Of loneliness and despair
As I soar into the air
With a new love by my side
This is not a bumpy ride
The turbulence is smooth and slow
No news of crashing below
This flights in an new direction
Since you captured my attention