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The street lights come on.
Not all at once.
Lights howl quietly and point downward.
My car is light.
In the driver’s seat.
Sad yet safe.
I’m coming home late.
Sunset is too dangerous to drive in.
I hate evening traffic,
I hate the sunset’s glare.
I hate dying in an accident.
The parking lot is empty.
Except for litter and fall leaves.
It gets dark early these days.
I always park under the street lights.
I sit alone for awhile.
I could fall asleep, so I do.
Morning is the time when…
They’ve been calling all night.
The streets lights are off.
I wish I lived alone.
Under the street lights.
Which are comfortable enough for me.
I sat under a tree somewhere in Nebraska
after a late-night drive in a storm to here
my assignment. Nestled in the sandhills
the morning whispered. In silence I stayed
by a lake where a drive ended. The sun
reflected off a pond, my reflections
to begin the day. Trees and grasses sprouted
from sand fed by underground streams.
A soft breeze whispered, too. I closed
my eyes. Serenity. Pioneers had given their lives
to discover this land. It was mine for now.
I discovered the land for myself. A white cabin
near me was quiet, whether abandoned or not
it didn’t matter. I embraced the silence. Lost
in time. I felt in my mind a new poem form
the words I longed to share when I’d get
back home. Lines broke and found new lines.
Stanzas white spaces moments of silence
always said more than I could say as I gazed
at clouds drifting through open skies. A poem
or two I could take home with me on the long drive.
I had to admit I never knew what I would find.
Concourse "C"
Part three
Directions printed from Map Quest
meant only for one way
confused three tired travelers
driving to Delaware late one day
Leaving Kennedy
heading towards ninety five
they pass the on-ramp quickly
High,
they never saw the sign.
The wrong direction they head for miles
in this city of high steel and concrete.
Time passed, traffic slowed
weather turned from rain to sleet
Through the city they drive in circles
passing buildings already seen
hitting every red light for miles
given no chance for speed
Over bridges & underground tunnels,
like rats scrambling through a maze
they're lost somewhere in Brooklyn
and have been half the day.
Jared Pickett
1/22/06
Asavvy1
If only I had been a teen in the Fifties
I'm sure I would have had "Happy Days",
Like Fonzie I would have donned a leather jacket
And young babes would have lavished me with praise
Like James Dean I would have that swagger
There'd be a cigarette hanging from my lips
I'd have the right moves on the dance floor
They would say "Check out those Elvis Hips!"
You would see me riding down main street
On my Harley with a babe on the back
Making our way to A&W
The best burger before a Mac attack
Once done eating we'd go to the Drive in
If dad would lend me his new Chevrolet
The back seat would be way more comfortable
Then a roll in the barn in the hay!
With fogged windows we wouldn't see the Movie
We'd still hear Humphry Bogart and Becall
Passionately rounding all love's bases
Not concearned about the movie at all!
So now I am living in my fifties
I'm Fifty three years old to be exact
The back seats have gotten much smaller
And I am way to uncool to attract!
For Kelly Deschler's Decade Contest.
The clock on the wall says 7.30 sharp
And the bell on the alarm clock rings loud
A tear fills your eye as you realise why the sound as woken you from dreamland
It's the 9.00 rush here to use up your life all for the sake of the wife and the kids
You leave the mortgaged up house and drive in the car which your paying back for the next 5 years
Wearing the suit that you bought for your good father's funeral
who passed before time because of his job and the dust and the grime
You sit at your desk wishing your work hours away
But you only live once and them hours and days are lost off your life clock for good
your shift ends at 5.00 and rush home to see the girl of yours dreams and your child
You open the door and find on the floor a note to say au voir dear
with the furniture gone, and at the same time your hopes and your dreams
So you open the note to read why and it seems your never about and didn't give her the time she deserved, and now she has left you for good .
so please remember this tale and spend as much time as you can with the ones that you love .
oh summertime
in Canada
short and sweet
put on my flip flops
pretty sundress
and go for a walk
pick wildflowers
on a forest path
go for a hike
farmer's market
picnic in the park
feed the ducks
and the swans
dangle my feet
in a cool stream
collect odd rocks
go to the beach
walk barefoot
find some pretty shells
watch the sunset
take a country drive
(the scenes are nice)
chase butterflies
go to a fair
play some games
ride the ferris wheel
the roller coaster
fly on the swings
eat a hotdog
and some candy floss
take a boat ride
meant for tourists
sip lemonaide
maybe a drive in
(with my honey)
or maybe-
snuggle on the porch
listen to crickets
singing to the moon
__________________________
July 18, 2016
Poetry/Lyric/ Anacreontic Verse/Summer In Canada
Copyright Protected, ID 16-809-631-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Anacreontic Verse 4
sponsor, Edward Ebbs
Fifth Place
Only can Identify as Kansas
You may now not drive in Kansas--
I can not make this up!
I revoked your driver's license
In hopes that you give up.
I know the stock is falling down,
And gas is rising up,
Because we dismissed the congress
And now Iran blew up.
And I know that Trump's a felon,
And pardoning his sheep,
And I know that ice is killing
Protestors on the street.
And I remember Charlie Kirk,
And how I said it was the left
When a white male Republican
Christian cisgender caused the theft.
And I know about the files,
And the victims that are silenced,
The elites and veiled officials,
Who laughed with glee on the island.
But that's all hard to fix.
You remain quite easy.
I say you're the pervert, rather,
And they sit there and believe me.
I convince them that their bathrooms
Is where you perverts lurk.
I convince them all your school books
Is full of witching words.
Now when I supress or mock you--
(Like taking your IDs)
Or force you to conform to me--
(Go renew your ID's sex, please!)
The sheep cheer; I fixed some problem--
Well, a problem I created,
My version--
(Because now they never see you)
Of the facts can't be debated.
So drink up, now, deciet tastes sweet:
Wine called 'you are a crime.'
My plan has come this far,
And further one sip at a time.
Home of the free, home of the brave
They don't go hand and hand.
Brave you are, resisting pressure,
But freedom's reserved for the grand.
I come from a distant star you probably never noticed
and I am a time traveler leaping across the universes at will
it happened that my star planet located a message from earth
welcoming us to visit your world
I have visited earth many times over the centuries
but was eager to see present day earth
so being brave I took up the challenge
this would be my last visit as we are only allowed so many
I was light-years away but it seemed but a moment
landing in a wooded area in a blazing fire
I saw an isolated cabin in the distance and walked there
finding a man sleeping in bed
I watched him for some time as he had a good face
then, I walked around the cabin looking at things
I saw a picture of a woman and l admired what I saw
so, I took her image for this journey
turning on this thing called the television
people were talking and it took seconds for me to master the words
then, I heard a gasp and the sleeping man said
it can't be possible you have returned from the dead
well, imagine my shock also the woman in the picture was his wife
dead wife, oh well, I told him I was a time traveler
after a bit of conversation he got more comfortable with me
asking me questions about my star planet
and I asked about his Earth
we decided to take a drive in a thing called a car, so strange
the scenery was delightful
we stopped for food and he taught me how to eat with a fork
I told him I was only here for three days
then must return to my planet or die
so we decided to just drive with no destination
as I wanted to enjoy this world and this person
I liked him, kind and good-hearted
he taught me things I didn't even think I needed to know
we talked and talked about earth's problems and people
and we fell in love
soon, it was time for me to return to my star planet
I was sad to leave him, if I had a heart it would be broken
what did I learn on this visit, I learned about love
and of earth's beauty, and also the wars, pollution and starvation
but, I had to leave and my last words were to him
maybe one day I will return to you knowing that
I could not ever return ...
*Image of Paradox of a Mindfoolness.
Irreconcilable Paradox
The midnight sun casts about clear shadows amidst a
twilight noon, 'tis yesterday.
The windy gale brews, astir none to wake the quietude,
America's Guy Fawkes Day.
Watched I the beautiful orange sunset rise up above the
rolling hills flat opened field.
Leaving my umbrella sorted at home, danced I out into
the deluged rain spots yield.
Ambling I briskly stood alone in a crowd, as a quandary
cleared ere me from behind.
Menacing maintaining all matters determined found I at
a total loss to ideas sublime.
Brooding of the things I yet can do yesterday, I hurried
along to finalize nothing else.
In my rush to the airport, boards I, a train that went the
other way past fields of elms.
My new schedule should get me to my appointment in
the nick of time, one day late.
Know I will get that new job for 'tis the first time work I
there as of prior' year to date.
Been unemployed for straight five years, works I out and
in exclusively hands-on daily.
My legs are stronger as a direct cause of that makes me
feel sick for I am e'er healthy.
Speaking on health, the car insurance is fully paid but
wonders I, much is still owed.
On the subject of owing, our daughter's graduation day is
today, four candles a-glowed.
The court speaking, arrangement rose criminal charges
the prosecution, never violets.
Friends and I went to a drive-in, saw an old film just cast,
our Model-T's all on autopilots.
In the end, we all walked out as unconditional strangers,
familiarities sensed a oneness.
E.g.; If hail treasures of an emptied chest wouldst naught
crusheth e'er emphatic dream.
Thence bandied wordings lay straightforwardly ere wee
tilt scale rove archaic extreme.
The farcical tale wove abstractly, yet absolutes resolved
parodies sage distinctiveness.
2022 February 15
*1st Place*
This or That, Vol 10
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 March 02
*NOTE: I've portrayed the extremities of paradoxes distinctive values as self-defining based on its own merits, my placement via its close proximity to its opposite, validifies that point, whereto, abstracts become absolutes distinguishing their individualism.
my first love, my high school sweet and shy girlfriend.
a feeling never felt before, I prayed it wouldn’t ever end.
the drive-in movies, the carnivals, we did them all in style,
I had no car, to see her, I walked more than a mile.
as years went by, after we wed, the arguments began.
I tried my best to calm the waves, but shattered was my plan.
now on the restless sea, tuna fishing in the hunting season.
I left her in Ohio, I had to leave, I had a single reason.
to see if absence makes the heart grow fonder, as they always say,
I don’t know who “they” are, but in my case it’s just a bad cliche.
months have passed and homeward bound, It’s hard to hide this feeling,
that hopefully she has missed me badly, and we can start the healing.
nowhere to be found, I read the note that felt sharp as a knife,
she wants divorce, she’s with someone, she’s starting a new life.
living in Montana, a rancher now her new found love,
I must not haste to find her, this pain I must now rise above.
what can I say when it’s all over?, give me another chance?
no, when it has died, it’s hard to wake a dead romance.
time has slowly passed, the years have been unkind,
lines upon my face, my fate could well be signed.
one thing I know is true, I had the best years of my life,
to know that once, I had a young and loving wife.
the story is not yet over, the search is not yet done,
someone may walk into my life, and claim me for the one,
the one who’s more than ready, to give my faithful heart,
to someone who will stay, when things may fall apart.
if by chance a new love will be made, in some old fashioned way,
she can count on me, count on the years I will be hers to stay.