Long Collision Poems
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Dezi Freeman we are told killed two police
Wounded another, disturbing much peace'
Took a woman hostage and three kids
Message from the media, who from the police
Get their bits.' Meanwhile they hold Mali and
Consider her charging.yet she was not a hostage and where
It was said.' Not really clarity enlarging, how were
The kids treated after a fearfull experience' just thinking it through
Dezi was taking Andrews ex- state premier to
The law court.' He's an lgbt advocate? Of some
Sort..Rumours of child abuse historical they say'
Is Andrews extra squeeky clean.? He's been
Around anyway..Didn't he have a collision a young
Boy on a bike, reported 45 minutes later, drove off
Then back.? So some claim.' And that they do not
Like' will Mali be able to keep the children? Ir have
There been subtle threats? Comply or they'll be taken? I wonder what will come out next.?
A rage at air
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
A rage at air ..
The fly, the sparrow, the ostrich in air collision goes ..
Why all the rage ..
Fly asked the sparrow
Your temper is full of bad anger
This long body ostrich
Nearly dead trampled me
He said of ostrich
Watch where you fly !
The ostrich retorted fierce in anger.
Gentlemen conduct please ..
Take on behavior !
Our mayor Mr Tortoise a napping
Please do not cause scandal
Fly counseled both annoyed
If only this erring flatmouth
Ding dong long flap body
Knew where to place his legs
And not to drop out of air
From nowhere
There be no problem
Sparrow cursed uncouth
Rage rage rage
Up in the air
Shut your mouth insect
Are you air traffic ?
You underworld riff
You don't have long to live
I'll kick you fourteen times
After five you won't breathe again
This mountain belongs to me
I just walk to my will !
Is that so ? Fly replied
You ugly swan fake
This is not swan lake
Go style your frizzy fringe instead.
It's Friday not stupid ostrich Thursday
Why trample good old sparrow
Mine feathers and features
Are rather expensive
I am flamboyant for fashion
But your mug is halloween
Sparrow in laughter tweeted
Freaky second hand peacock
Fly mused himself in firm
Alliance with sparrow.
Oh these damn fly by nights
Won't let me rest
Mr Tortoise tried to catnap
What gives here !?
Mr Elephant elegantly shouted
Oh shut your pipe
Mr Tortoise evaluated
You not even in the
Damn poem.
Often there are times wild imagination,
leads to a lasting sensational elation.Quote: Poet’s own
Imagine
Imagine having no bed to sleep on
When it's cold outside and winter drags on
Or carrying all you own on the streets
Depending on handouts so one may eat.
Imagine there’s no one to kiss or hug
No warm embraces to show you are loved
Having no place on earth you can call home
And fun and laughter is simply unknown.
*+*
Imagine living a rich man's story
With diamonds and pearls an added glory
Not having to worry how to survive
Dancing through life with a heart that can jive.
Imagine those who aid people in need
Truly a grand gesture it is indeed
To share one's wealth that their work has attained
Would be so worthy of being proclaimed.
*+*
Imagine life filled with abundant love
Spreading the gift sent from heaven above
Love revives the heart and soul that’s deprived
Drying the tears that fall from mournful eyes.
Imagine sparkling, fizzing as champagne
When in love hearts beat alike express trains
Time goes by in a superb rendition
Love changes everyone from collision.
*+*
Imagine existing in earthly peace
Where all folk on earth could fearlessly sleep
To have children raised in calm harmony
Learning to live and love deservedly.
Imagine holding hands across nations
What it’d do for future generations
The glorious world that God created
Would nevermore become desecrated.
*+*
3rd March 2023
Writing Challenge - I Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Word chosen: no.6 - imagine
The summer grass of Montana waves in the heat of the noon,
Where the valley of the Little Bighorn waits beneath the silent moon;
The cottonwoods whisper along the river, the winding waters flow,
Unknowing the storm that gathers close, the impending grief and woe.
A nation of lodges spreads wide on the plain, the Sioux and Cheyenne and the brave,
Gathered in freedom to hunt and to live by the river's cool wave;
With Sitting Bull's vision of soldiers that fell like grass in the gale,
And Crazy Horse riding to shield the camp from the encroaching trail.
Down from the ridge comes the Seventh Cavalry, banners of dust in the air,
Led by the general with yellow-ringed hair, riding away from despair;
Divided the forces, the columns unlinked, marching to strike at the heart,
Believing the foe would scatter and run before the first shot could start.
The valley awakens to thunder of hooves, the crack of the repeating gun,
As Reno makes contact and crosses the river beneath the fierce afternoon sun;
The smoke rolls thick through the timbered brush, the panic and chaos arise,
And troopers retreat to the circle of wagons, amid the dust-blinded skies.
Then Custer presses the northernmost rise, seeking the flank of the camp,
Hearing the drumming of thousands of feet and the earth-shaking tramp;
Out of the coulees the warriors pour, countless as stars in the night,
A tide of resistance, fierce and unyielding, entering into the fight.
Arrows like rain blot the bright summer sky, the rifle-fire echoes around,
And riderless horses run wild through the smoke across the blood-spattered ground;
Circle by circle, the trap closes fast wholly engulfed at the foot of the sun-blasted hill,
As the sound of the shooting begins to recede and the valley grows eerily still.
On Last Stand Hill the blue uniforms fade in the dust and the heat,
A tragic collision of empires and fates, a moment of bitter defeat;
The shadows stretch long as the twilight descends, wrapping the slain in its shroud,
While the victors look out o'er the silent expanse, unbroken, defiant, and proud.
Now the grass grows green on the battlefield slope, where monuments whisper of old,
Of the stories of courage and sorrow and loss that history forever will hold;
Where the waters of Bighorn still wind through the plain,
Lies a monument carved where the spirits remain.
Welcome to my Galaxy,
I roll in a milky way, far from fantasy.
My world is a complex charismatic vantage point,
The story of the moon, her light never disappoint.
Set a woman's heart on fire, a burning forest, it yearns to finish what it started.
All of human nature is imperfect, yet it looks perfect.
You're a star that fell in to the darkness.
A constellation of love, they wrote.
How big is the universe in you?
We never plan to fall in love, stars collision.
The moon is dancing with the wolf tonight.
Send out wedding invitations, time is still asleep.
In you a universe as big as infinity,
The Galaxy of love run around the silhouette of darkness,
Heavens & Earth dwell in unity,
Joy & Happiness run hand-in-hand, in a milky way, curse sadness,
Love shall tear down the walls of loneliness.
Open up and measure the distance of distance.
Time is dancing, and the farm house is on fire.
One day the stars and the moon will fall like snowflakes, and the sound of the wolf will cry with despair no more in the wilderness.
Stranger
I adore you
Because you think
I said something worthwhile
And your unsolicited uplifting response
Was that I strummed a chord inside
And made you smile.
Such are the curiosities of chance
Encounters from afar…
As planets and stars collide
Among the stars.
Though we know not why,
When or where
We may be
When the unforeseen collision occurs
Changing the course and destinies
Of traveling bodies forever…
Still,
There’s no denying you and I
Were spinning uncontrollably ‘round and ‘round
‘til we both hit solid ground
As the pull of gravity brought us both
D
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n
Into the infinite
Azure blue atmosphere
Where ideas and words roam free
Waiting for the dust to settle
On poets like you and me.
PS: This one's for Delysia Hendricks
"The meek shall inherit the earth", saith The Sermon on The Mount!
Things proclaimed by the King of Kings I certainly won't discount!
But as I've struggled along life's long and treacherous trek,
Instead of a chubby chicken leg, I usually end up with the neck!
"Sir, would you mind giving up your seat on this flight?"
I watched the plane's tail disappear into the darkening night!
At the yield sign a guy and I met with some indecision.
I hesitated to let him through - I had a rear-end collision!
My palate quivered for that last chocolate in the box,
But the other feller snatched it - me he did outfox!
I held the door for the mob just before the market closed.
The manager slammed the door in my face leaving me exposed!
I should've jumped the buffet line for that last piece of steak.
Alas, I had to settle for liver and onions - another gratuitous mistake!
Even in the service at times when I meekly hung aroun',
I was volunteered for guard duty while other guys went to town!
I reckon it ain't hurt me none to try to be somewhat meek.
The Good Lord said something about turning the other cheek!
However, I've placed my hope in the Lord if things go from bad to worst.
He said something about, "The first shall be last and last shall be first!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF
© All Rights Reserved
We dream of frictionless systems:
governments that run smoothly,
relationships without conflict,
work that flows effortlessly,
lives that glide from birth to death
without opposition, without resistance,
without the heat and wear
of friction.
We engineer for it:
lubricants to reduce drag,
policies to eliminate obstacles,
technologies to smooth
every rough edge,
optimize every process,
make everything
efficient, seamless,
frictionless.
But here's what we forget:
Friction is how you start a fire.
Friction is how you stop a car.
Friction is how you walk without slipping.
Friction is how pencils write on paper.
Friction is how climbers grip rock.
Friction is how we know we're making contact,
that we're touching something real,
that we're not just sliding past
each other and the world
without purchase, without grip,
without the resistance
that proves we're here.
Opposition is not always obstruction.
Resistance is not always wrong.
Conflict is not always destructive.
Sometimes friction is:
the democratic check on power,
the editor improving the work,
the friend telling you hard truths,
the scientist challenging the theory,
the activist resisting injustice,
the conscience resisting temptation,
the no that makes the yes mean something.
Sometimes the heat generated
by opposing forces
is not waste but energy,
not destruction but transformation,
not a sign that something's wrong
but a sign that something's
changing, moving, becoming
different from what it was.
We need smooth surfaces
and rough ones,
agreement and opposition,
flow and resistance,
moments when everything glides
and moments when everything
grinds and sparks and burns.
We need the friction.
Not because conflict is good
but because growth requires it,
not because opposition is pleasant
but because truth emerges from it,
not because resistance is easy
but because change demands it.
The frictionless world
is a fantasy,
and if we achieved it
we would find ourselves
sliding helplessly
through a life
too smooth to hold onto,
too easy to resist,
too perfect to be real.
Give me the rough surface.
Give me the opposition.
Give me the heat of disagreement,
the spark of collision,
the energy of transformation.
Give me the friction
that proves I'm pushing
against something real,
that proves I'm moving
at all.
Who are you?
Where do you come from?
Because I know that I am me
And I know where and what I've been
He studied my eyes, he studied the field of view in between us
My name is my name
My life is mine
My dreams are my dreams
These words he said to me with my voice, with my eyes, with my meaning
This void in the night leaked between two lives both living the same life
Two worlds, two visions of life split between
No more words were said
We just sat, both scared half to death of what we could see
That caught we were in a collision of dreams, in a void in the night, in a crack that split the fabric of reality
Wonderful
You to me are wonderful; you came along and rocked my world.
You made me see, that I could be, anything I wanted to be.
You made me chase all of my dreams;
You made them become a reality.
The day you crashed in to my world;
The same day you became my girl.
The day we went for a drink in the pub;
The day we got extremely drunk.
The day you met some of my friends;
The day you wrote off my Mercedes Benz.
I drove along like every other day
And there you were, I saw your face.
I could see that you were besotted with me;
As deep into your eyes I could see.
You made the whole world disappear
And then hit my car and then it got hit in the rear.
I don't recall his protestations;
I don't recall our head on collision.
I don't recall feeling any pain;
I think you kissed it all away.
As you floated down into my life, Miss Bellasini;
I found love at first sight.
When you bumped into me, I got quite a fright;
Because you came along and completely changed my life.
But the two of us, are now dancing hand in hand;
To the muffled complaints, of an angry man.
But he cannot bring bad karma, into our bubble;
He cannot make either of us worry.
But please could I have your insurance details
And carry you away to the nearest hospital?
For you are not hurt and neither am I;
But I'd like to get away from that angry guy.
So could you pretend to faint and I'll carry you home;
So the two of us can be all alone.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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