Long Coke Poems
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Bob that guy at table five
He’s kinda giving me the shivers
Did he say something to you.the grease from the heat of his grill causing droplets of sweat to form on his nose his old hand grasping tighter on his
engraved knife
She grabbed his arm
The fury of the man she loved
No he is very polite
but it’s just something
probably just a chill
lowering her husbands hand
She watched him for a sec
Her gaze pulled by the attention of a young couple
eager to pay and leave
He giggled as she kissed
his cheek and pulled him
from the booth
She smiled as she got to
the table
not an empty plate
she skilfully loaded herself
Each item on the tray
positioned in perfect arrays
As she returned to the table
a newly heated cloth in hand
Excuse me
She turned instantly
Yes, her customer smile kicked in
How can I help you
Could I possibly get a draught coke with ice please
No probl problem she stumbled her words
She realised what was bothering
He smiled but not his eyes…
When I was fifteen,
I did some tweak.
A line for breakfast,
That's all I would eat.
Doing speed makes
You skinny and weak.
Every night you battle,
To just get some sleep.
You slip into addiction,
You have variety.
It doesn't take long,
The realm of anxiety.
The hustle and bustle
Become a daily routine.
I don't know how I made
Through my teens.
I love to smoke some,
Dank-ass weed.
It had a calming effect
On the speed.
My friends have a
Stash of Xanax.
Just in case one
Of us start to panic.
We are all sick with
The disease.
We do meth, coke, acid
Alcohol and weed.
You have a habit,
You start selling drugs.
This opens the door for
The thieves and thugs.
A bunch of lost souls,
With a touch of freak.
This is how it is when
You choose the tweak.
They smile and lie right
To your face.
Forty years later,
You're still keeping pace.
You buy in bulk,
You get a better deal.
Selling drugs was easy,
Just keeping it real.
Turbo1904?
As the blind fold comes off and my eyes open to yours, I see everywhere I want to be
As I take your hand we go everywhere she wants to see
Go ahead and do your hair up just the way I like it, but you think is dumb, I have a couple of hair ties tied around my heart if you need one
And every time I look into your eyes it like it’s the first time
I’ve been waiting all my life for this ecstasy to overflow from my glass
So, when you take my hand tell me how you will never let go
I will believe you like it is all I know, and the brokenness from my past never took place
The days are getting older and I told myself I won’t stop until you are mine
If you are never mine I hope the guy who catches your shine understand that gold, silver, and bronze only hold value if the beholder believes
Its all the same when the pain taste just as good as happiness and you begin
to forget what normal was
Yes life is important and there area so many things and moving pieces but as long as you can swim you will be able to walk on water
Life gets so complicated that sometimes its easier to just give up or forget
But if I forget it all I will never forget your drink of choice…cherry coke and vodka…
p.s. let’s get drinks…
I will always have the fear of love
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A fear of relationships and love tends to be deep-rooted,
and be connected to a fear that love hurts (quotes)
The heartbreak, the intimacy of knowing, that they were there
And now they are in the arms of another,
Doing the things that they had promise to us
Like loving us to death, while opening mortal wound:
Death ends a life, not a relationship>” Mitch Albom
What is lovely never dies, but passes into another loveliness
I hate my x, but not his offspring,
I love coke- cola but not the caffeine
I love sex, but not the togetherness:
I will always have the fear of love,
But I will always remember that one kiss,
The last goodbye, but his first hello
That look in his eyes, the day I saw him cry
I won’t apologize for guarding my heart
My expectations, of him shatters us
(My soul, wait in silence for God only, for my hope is from Him. Luke 3:15)
I shall not be afraid to walk the street alone
Without his hands in mine, or his comforting words
At the stop light, “please wait before we cross”
But I still have the fear of love for the mortal man
He oppresses, dehydrates and ever suffocates us (quotes)
However, God’s love never fails us:
I shall always distance myself from love
Even many might say that love is life,
And life is worth living without that kind of love.
I shall never tremble again, nor grip my heart
Because love had disappointed me
My love for them is real, they love for me is about the money,
,
They have lots of hare in them, he warned me, but that was okay.
My family has a lot of hair too, even at the end of our life.
I still want to meet them. I told him. “Because that’s, okay.”
He added, “One of them has already consented to be my wife.”’
They are identical twins, he said, but you can tell them apart readily.
I hoped he was right; for I have trouble sometimes with the close up see.
We were ushered into their parlor where the gorgeous girls appeared in sight.
Their hair was longer than I expected. But their smiles were big and bright.
This is my beloved, Francie, he told me. And her sister Prancie May.
Moment I turned and saw her knew I could easily fall in love that day.
Long beautiful hair always makes me want to be romantic and swoon.
We were soon both completely in love and quite over the moon.
I brought her to dinner and the relatives could not top laughing at me.
Think it is a riot that even with Coke bottle glasses I can barely see.
They are jealous darling, my betrothed said. Do not let it bother you.
My mother was thrilled with our litter, grandchildren one to forty-two.
A summer Saturday night brings them all out grates shining
spit polished chrome, driven by bald men with pates shining.
Candy apple red antique corvettes with white wall tires
soft topped convertibles from Isadora Duncan's estate shining.
Well preserved women with beehive hair in leather bucket seats
go out for a ride with their Romeo's down the interstate shining.
Elvis dreamed of bee bop queens escorted round the scene
down, down town in La La land on the silver screen shining.
So put on your pedal pushers, grab a bottled Coke Classic
tie a scarf in your ponytail and dress like jail bait shining.
Cause it Saturday night at the antique car show and "YO!
and I wanta conjugate on that bumper's silver plate shining.
How many lonely and despairing
Yearn for a little love, a splash of caring.
They learn to grasp,
How to survive, extremely fast.
They use their time to sit and ponder,
What lies ahead for them up yonder?
A half collapsed bridge, a hail storm,
Or a torn thin blanket!
Today their leader stole a trinket,
Bought two loaves, three tins of bully beef,
Does not care he’s become a thief.
So depressed they are, think not of fear
Would long to share a heartfelt tear,
How many times, labelled an outcast,
Lost all contact with family from the past.
Warmth, hope and love is all they need,
Why are the wealthy full of greed?
Can they not learn to share?
Would this not be fair?
Escaping from this earthly hell
These desperate humans
Their souls do sell,
For coke, ecstasy and weed,
Like a withered dying seed,
Becomes their desperate only need,
Might even kill, to this addiction feed!
A young boy’s empty look seems quite insane,
His tear streaked face weaves paths of pain,
So depressed, hungry and poor,
But God comes knocking at their door.
One of the wealthy greedy men,
Despised himself, he left his den,
Brought food, blankets and loads of money
Alleluia man, this will feed many a tummy!
On her first trip to Spain
Claimed aisle seat on the plane
Right next to some large bloke
Sure glad that he couldn’t smoke
‘Cause it’s a real long flight
Things would for sure get tight
He’d squish her like a stamp
She’d surely get a cramp
But best not make a scene
Just breathe, keep her nose clean
She planned to have a snooze
Get help from bit of booze
Started with rum and coke
But that was just a joke
Called for a nip of gin
That just gave her a grin
Needed to raise a notch
Asked for a glass of scotch
Great, now she felt no pain
Sure she’d wake up in Spain
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2020
See if there was an Olympic Games for drugs
Would the use of every drug be expected
All the MJ athletes still at the starting position
in an endless loops of yeah are you alright
72 hours after the gun went
Might have to call it a draw
Ever coke cola fans disqualified for false starts
That guy hit a satellite with a hammer
Pole vaulting changing its name
Someone in the long jump won the marathon
And now at the swimming one of the swimmers has turned into algae and is eating all the competition
But the judges are allowing it
Back to the basketball
Ron reporting
Nope he’s still not come down
Day 54
Back to the studio
Maybe I’ll never learn, haunted by every turn
Ignore these blessing just to keeps stressing
The moment ceases to please us, lets examine this flaw
As I snort pieces of Jesus through this broken straw
Seems I go through misery stress
Just to write about, that’s who I am
So dear reader no worry’s
It is me not you that I damn
Perhaps I will never be a great writer
Grasping for fate ever so higher than a pilot
A soviet fighter
My dreams are exhausted
Hopefully I’ll die before you kill me
Similar to living life so costly
My failures tower over my enemies
Tell the poor
I am only average so don’t fancy me
My impatience is a essence of non relevance
Driven by whispers and quiet chants
For I feel the times are lingering soon
All sinners to this platoon
Our mission to be cast
No further than shadows on the moon
Yet we’ll never learn haunted by every turn
Ignore these blessing just to keeps stressing
The moment ceases to please us, lets examine this flaw
As I snort pieces of Jesus through this broken straw