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three hundred thousand unsmoked fags
since i took the plunge and stopped
i did it cold turkey mates, suffered as
my nicci levels plunged and dropped.
no nicci patches,
no nicci chewing gum,
no electric cigs,
good enough for some,
no therapies to help,
they just didn’t exist,
all those placebos
i so sadly missed.
so i went cold turkey mates
mainly through short cash
so why do i still dream of
lighting up, crashing the ash.
i dream i still smoke,
enjoy every single one
memories flooding back
from years long gone.
every single pilsner
accompanied by a ***
nothing quite like a grosse
and a long deep drag.
its sad really;
just a sick joke,
because in real life i just can’t
stand the smell of ciggie smoke.
i did it cold turkey mates, suffered
as my nicci levels plunged and dropped
three hundred thousand unsmoked fags
since i took the plunge and stopped
Passions, struggles and loves
They all appeared within my road
Filling up my early life
With the biggest ones of the fights.
How can I forget, That beautiful
Portuguese brunette in my classroom
She used to sit behind me
She was such a precious, stunning being.
I was most of the time frustrated
When thinking about Love
And I was so motivated
When thinking about war.
I was never really evil
I was never a savage beast
I was just that lonely wise kid
Who only needed a kiss.
Never had much friends
I was more likely to be ignored
But eventually I turned to be
The most intelligent and outgoing of all.
Mommy was almost always sad
Daddy was never really there
Brother was drinking and partying
Without realizing he was committing
A mistake.
I always made a difference
Staying away from alcohol, cigs and drugs
I committed myself to the Notion of Honor
Since the time I learned to walk.
I had up and downs
Like any other youth out there
I committed a lot of mistakes
But never had a single regret.
I turned out to be a poet
At 16 years of age
When this gorgeous Italian girl
Placed her eyes upon my sight.
I was so anxious, I was so sad
I was thinking about how speaking to her.
When she ignored me in that night of April
Every moment was intense, every moment was so fast.
I was thinking about marrying
I was believing in True Love
But she wasn’t as I thought she was
And then I recovered my older soul.
Then this Brunette fell in love with me
It just happened when I never expected
So instead of loving each other
We were just hurting each other.
At the final days of 2017, came this beautiful night of my Prom
Everyone looked so good, Everyone had so much fun
I managed to give an innocent-simple kiss
To the girl that I once believed in True Love.
I wonder how it will turn out to be
Every single one of my deepest dreams
I know that in the future I will fight
I know that in the Future I will smile.
Ohh my teenage years, so happy, so sad
So much fantasies, so much dreaming
They will eventually become reality
As long as I stand up and keep fighting.
Times past, our vision rolls, Friendships are gone
New perspectives are born, nostalgia hits our souls
Our past is the witness of every single one of us
And Love is the most valuable memory of all.
24/12/2017.
My clothes came from
K-mart.
They were on layaway
Until school starts.
We would go out to eat,
Every now and then.
We would chill out when
Our parents would count to ten.
A treat on a hot summer day,
It was a popsicle.
We would take a break from
Riding our bicycle.
We would get allowance and
Buy fake cigs as candy.
When I was a kid,
Things were fine and dandy.
School everyone had to go,
It was mandatory.
We couldn't watch movies
That were bloody and gory.
We changed clothes to
Go out and play.
Street lights came on, you headed
Home; this was the way
Daycare was a neighbor,
Or older sibling.
You were spanked for lying
Or stealing.
You could not go outside,
when you were being punished.
You could laugh at someone's
dumbness.
We ate dinner every night
At the table.
When we were babies,
We were rocked in the cradle.
We played truth or dare,
Cops and robbers.
Boys grew their hair,
Quit going to the barbers.
We played red light, green light,
Simon says and tag.
Every day at school we pledged
Allegiance to the flag.
No bottled water,
We drank from a hose.
We could get muddy,
We had on our play clothes.
You memorized your address
And phone number.
We went on vacation or to
A camp in the summer.
When I was a kid,
We looked out for one another.
If you didn't you were spanked
By your father.
We watched cartoons on
Saturday morning.
We had family values,
A sense of belonging.
Turbo1904 ?
Forty hours at work
Doing the same thing
Over and over
You daydream a lot
You have to or you will go mad
Dreaming of being with your mates
Joking and sucking down some cigs
There may be some hot wings
Paradise on Earth
But one thing makes the wait bearable
Knowing that endless bottles of beer await
Cold and tasty
They are waiting for you
Hopefully they will be enough to get you drunk
Maybe that drunk will last until your work starts
And you start daydreaming all over again
For a working man that is his life
Honestly, he loves the way his week works
After all, for him, it is his life
And that is just how he wants it
© Poem – XIV/XII/MMXXIV
LRET
My Bus Journey
Getting on the bus to go into town
Ten passengers standing up, twenty sitting down
The card reader's faulty, won't recognise my bus pass
Youths standing at the bus stop banging on the glass
Unaccompanied children, probably going to gran's
Elderly couple opposite, sitting holding hands
Driver says he's running late and that he can't delay
Gives me no time to find a seat, before he's on his way
Can't find an empty disabled seat, even though I have a stick
Able-bodied people stay sitting in them, looking at me as if I’m thick
I stand in the aisle, swaying back and forth
I'm facing south, though the bus is travelling North
I try to turn to face the front but someone is standing in my way
Weighed down with an overstuffed backpack, that pummels me as I sway
Youths at the back, thinking they're ‘cock of the walk'
With their forbidden e-cigs and their filthy talk
We come to a standstill, young mother gets on, pushchair in her hand
Though there's already two buggies on, and she's going to have to stand
She stands at the front, right in between
The passengers stay put, you know what I mean
At the next stop, I want to get off
But those standing won't budge, they just stand there and scoff
I push my way through to the front of the bus
I get to the driver, I don't make a fuss
The driver says “Sorry, I can't make them move
Good manners are a thing of the past, as this journey did just prove”
Twas the night before Christmas
And try as I may
I’d never be done
By the break of next day.
The stockings weren’t hung
Hell, they weren’t even knit
And the children in bed?
No, they’re throwing a fit!
And me in my kerchief
And Kmart house coat
Was testing a Holiday
Ice Cream-tini float.
When what to my
Bloodshot eyes should appear
But my absentee husband
With two cases of beer!
His eyes, how they glistened
His laughter, how scary
His walk was zig zag
His nose a red cherry!
He spoke not a word
(We last spoke in ought-eight)
But climbed up in my trailer
Like I’d cigs on rebate.
Then laying a finger
Inside of his nose
He belched and he farted
And took off his clothes.
But I heard him exclaim
‘Ore passing out for the night,
“Merry Christmas to All!
Can I have Newport Lite?”
November 28, 2018
brothers we be, brother we be free
brothers we be
brother we be free
me and lil bro would have these sword fights
yelling fight to our deaths
yelling to the victor gets Kristina the neighbor's daughter
we were young
about ten
drawing inspiration from each other
and being heroes someday we be
we also put words in Kristina's mouth
she didn't mind, she was like us
this was back in the late 60's
in the land of the midnight sun, Norway
it was also during a time in history
of the viet nam war where these Americans were being protested against
numerous time, i remember,
the house windows being spray painted and broken
brothers we be
brother we be free
we also faced hostility from neighboring kids, much older kids
to the sword fights we go
we fought gallantry
with our little weenie sticks we would fought with so much
gallantry, so gallantry
the kind we would roast weenies and marshmallows on
we were Spartans, fighting passionately
honing our skills for these mean kids
and let me tell you those weenie sticks hurt
it hurt our backside when i sliced off mom's roses
let me tell you
brothers we be
brother we be free
we were also mischief
stealing dads cigs and liquor
sneaking out late at night to our tree forth
one time with Kristina
and let me tell those tree forts hurt our backside
let me tell you, i kid you not
especially when Kristina's dad told ours, ouch
brothers we be
brother we be free
against the neighboring kid we held our own
let me tell, me and lil bro
earning respect on the fjords
fishing, canoeing, swimming
in winter
skiing, especially long jumping and hockey
summer months playing soccer
in time we were ingratiating ourselves with the hood
let me you we did
the best was taking a hike deep into the forest one day
coming upon an inhabited cabin
breaking in, stealing some reindeer horns, girly mags
cookies and sweets
it was passage of life, it forged memories
for two brothers that grew some balls, conviction
experience growing up fast to protect their honor against the hood
but mostly, mostly
brothers we be
brother we be free
connie pachecho
1/21/17
Andy, pass the cigs
I said with nervous laughter
First he tossed the pack
Then tossed the matches after
My hands were shaking so
I couldn't get a light
But it was time to go
On our early morning flight
Captain Fate, the legend
Just standing debonair
Andy puffed his cigarette
As if he didn't care
When the ground crew, gave the signal
That our planes were fit and ready
We all walked to our cockpits
Some sure and proud and ready
Others like myself
Dragged our feet and moved real slow
Like a child that tries to walk
Hip deep in frozen snow.
The smell of fuel and oil
Filled the warming twilight air
And a feeling came upon me
Like I wasn't even there
I felt like I was watching
Myself climb to my seat
Until a voice, drew me back
It was my old buddy, Pete
He was standing on the ground
Reaching up, to shake my hand
Then he ran to his plane
Through the smoke and blowing sand
The engines roared so fiercely
As they taxied in a line
Then turning in the wind
And waiting for the sign
There we stood that day
Like time and time before
Determine in out hearts
To win this Poet's War
Andy, Pete, Fate and me
Formed the Ninety Ninth Quatrain
Of the Hundred and Thirty Second
Poetry rhyming squadron
To Be continued