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Some cars and a truck are moving on a mountain road.
The truck driver at the rear is toting a large load.
Suddenly, there’s a speeding car coming from somewhere.
It misses a turn, and goes flying into the air.
It falls and crashes at the bottom of the mountain.
The driver of the car is found to be an old man.
The vehicles stop, then each driver descends to aid
the injured man who lies outside his car very staid.
When they reach him, the dying man has a confession
about a large sum of money in his possession.
Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars in money
was stolen some years before in a bank robbery.
Buried near a big “W” where only he knows,
he tells them all where to find it just before he goes.
It can be found in a park in Santa Rosita.
It’s a town located in Southern California.
The location of the money is an unsolved case.
Soon, the police arrive to ask questions at the place.
All of them deny knowing what the old man had said.
They keep it a secret now that the old man is dead.
Although they agree to divide the buried money,
they all could not decide how to share it evenly.
Nothing was decided that would be equitable,
so the greedy persons dash out on a mad scramble.
Each one gets back in their vehicles to move that day
and be the first one to the treasure that’s far away.
The police now track the people wherever they go.
The law suspects they know the location of the dough.
Detective Captain Culpepper working on this case
obtains information about each one in their place.
Some strange predicaments are a result of this chase.
There are many funny situations they will face.
Based on the 1963 film "It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad, World"
Autumn's Arrival
Leaves radiate vivid colors beautifying elms mesmerizing dubious eyes
Seized out of wooden closets woolen sweaters and scarfs would suffice
Warm breezes bade goodbye to an impending avalanche of glacial chill
Nights endure longer as stars paint panoramic scenes in silken vermeil
Stoking tinder in campfires country bumpkins imbibe whiskey and rum
Driver sporting Victorian gear embark on a horse and buggy tryout run
City dwellers undermine tourists upending stores plowing for a bargain
Autumn awaiting raindrops summon the skies to rain upon a mountain
01/17/2018
12:21 A.M.
West Palm Beach
Florida
HORRIFIC HIGHWAY
Driving at the speed allowed
On Highway N17, traffic ploughing,
Zig zagging, racing, and over taking
Accidents in the making,
Motor bikes screaming past,
Driving fanatically fast,
Showing off thinking it’s a blast,
A terrifying scene,
Spades, The queen
Of death on the road,
A taxi collides with a
Garbage truck,
Taxi overloaded, what
Incalculable bad luck, people just fly
As most the passengers die,
And garbage and muck,
Fall out of the truck.
Driver trapped underneath,
Fire men, paramedics
Try to pull him out from beneath,
Traffic police guiding cars, into
One lane,
For some, it will never be
The same,
As ambulances carry the
The injured away,
To perhaps see another day!
The dead covered with silver
Thermal blankets are waiting
For the mortuary van
Damn,
Don’t want to see any more,
Want to run,
But trapped in heavy
Traffic jam,
I want to scream and scram,
Suddenly the police open,
The road,
Other cars also broken,
But minor injuries
Thank God,
1st responders, I must
In awe, laud!
NON METERED TAXI’S IN SOUTH AFRICA ARE ALLOWED UP TO 15 PASSENGERS IN A MINI TAXI
AND UP TO 22 IN THE LARGER ONES – THIS WAS AN OVERLOADED MINI
TAXI – MORE OR LESS HALF THE PEOPLE SURVIVED. THIS OCCURRED JUST OUTSIDE
JOHANNESBURG
People here and after rushing though the rainbow beams
All with a pursuit to reach green.
One with Starbucks in hand worried
about the Boss’s stern mouth
In the other lane,
the arrogant one with Blackberry in her hand
planning 7 o’clock happy hour with the girls..
Another, the scornful with mood swings
blowing temper creating mist of anger forming
Nothing but a halo of rage.
Probably cursing the driver ahead for driving on 60!
Another urging her toddlers to rest,
“Sit Sit “, she commands
Receiving nothing but mere nods and scheming smiles.
Then realizing the blessing and following it
with a pause of tolerating acceptance.
Pondering,
” After all they still remain children, they’ll grow soon” and
then following it with an obvious shift of expression”
If only HE would get up his lazy bottom in the morning!”
Many scenes of different genres, fascinating and many times entertaining. With
curtains rolling at Red stops….
Form:
My experience learning to drive was possibly lack of confidence. As iI went to a driving school; three months, not every day. Nor with friends or companion. I never knew if I would be a good or bad driver. My instructor,
only pointed to the things I didn't know. One of which was the parking brake.
That is crucial to know in driving. My guess is that I either needed more time
behind the wheel; daily or time to get over my fear. Too late! At any rate, I can't now, I'm 82, and time to get off the road.
I don't think I was given the ability of alertness. One needs to have that. I can't ride a bike or skate either. However, I am very creative.I can paint or draw by coloing. Write books and poetry; assemble greeting cards. This takes particular attention to the brain. So, although I can't do mobile object things, I can do something, that brings people closer together.
I can’t understand you
I can’t understand life
I can’t understand the love
Just looking for you
Hmm, my hoped love
Memory from my past
I will get you
I want you
The Lady
From Hungary
I know
You read
Yes, how can I apologize for the delay?
I took my confession to you
You say it is too late
No, it’s not late
We live together
In the time
It’s our time
Okay, I know
Passed years behind
Yes, love
Beautiful love
But living
Opener of my heart
Lives for you from afar
The only key to my heart
I love you, but a crypt is my heart
Come in, feel the hellish life
Demonic smell, new desire
My coffin is inside
It’s double, sleep on the right side
We have a wedding bed
Most beautiful, the best!
The gate of a new world
Open the Hell!
We fly there
Understand?
I caught you
No way back
Understand?
Can’t
You can’t
I'm the driver
Satan asked
You
To me
Forever
Question
Answer
Can’t understand
Raise your gaze and mind to the flag,
And there see all that we bear to this land –
A looking glass it is of our hopes and deeds.
Stars and stripes are all I ever see:
Stars that make my heart hop with glee
And stripes, bloody stripes, that make it drop.
Some stripes are the lash marks of the whip
And some the slash marks of the sword
That foes in citizen skin inflict on the realm
Whenever it defies their morbid will.
They’re creatures of the dark, these sorts:
When duty calls, duty that they must shirk,
Off goes the lights and on comes their rights,
Their rights, false rights, that squirm under lights.
But they fly too low to touch the stars,
And so their light they cannot snuff.
Thank God for all who hold the stars high,
And keep the flag aflutter, the better to shake off her wounds.
They’re the nation’s designated driver,
Her steady oarsman, when greed and hate derange the rest.
When her bulk teeters in a muddle,
Out comes the hulk in them
To take firm hold of her wreckage
And steer her ashore for time and care to mend.
They don’t look tough, but they are angry.
Effortlessly taking off his scarf.
Bouncing around with a coal smile.
He didn’t look that tough, just round and tilting his head.
But when everything else melted, he stood tall anyway.
Even though an eye fell off but he acted like it was nothing.
Crossed the street like a snowman does to start a fight.
Got hit by a car that day.
The thing about hitting a snowman?
His carrot nose gets flattened.
And this slush is nothing to a moving vehicle.
So if you need to fight a snowman…
The car wasn’t dented at all.
So the driver and I both laughed.
I kicked the slush around- no bones or anything.
The snowy flesh continued to get run over all day.
Life is like fighting a snowman.
It all gets cleaned up in a carwash.
Halloween setting
How fitting
Greyhound bus like no one has ever seen
Through the back roads, Shortcuts forbidden paths into small towns and major cities
Darkness falls
Passengers don’t have a clue in what’s ahead
Their Greyhound Bus Driver dressed in all black and a touch of red as Dracula
Blood Thirst
Passenger’s outburst
Mysterious reactions throughout the bus
Within the darkness comes a heavy Thunderstorm
Suddenly a swift flash of lightning
Images appear of rising spirits focused in front of the bus on the road
Surprises unexpected, but drew attention causing a chill
Chiller tail without fail
Passenger’s scream and their heart pounded
Noise of heavy chains making a sound
Atmosphere interchange
Moans upon moans heard
The Hound bus has been attacked by all goons
The goons chant, “They want human flesh
Hunger pains agony
Years of wanting, but not getting
Closer, Closer the goons came
Ever so close being almost there
Pondering passenger’s feeling suddenly, surprisingly, and worried
The how, when and if
Trick a treat
Do you have candy to eat?
Halloween sweet in treat.
Natural
Went at stream strand to watch twilight ! The Sun went down. Started walk back to
home. Darkness to embower soon, peeping crescent Moon.Evening merging to night.
Too much tired was my feet.Hankering for car lift. Noticed headlights of a car
approaching from back. I stood getting no option. Car in slow motion. No response,
though showed hand. Seemed useless , just to stand. Pulled car-door: I preferred.
and hurriedly I entered. Got stunned, looked aslant. Driver seat was vacant. Car went
as usual, but in slow walking speed. Got puzzled, but what to do ? Ghost driver ! No
clue. Suddenly car hit bump. Promptly I made a jump. Man behind car came out.
He was pushing : No doubt.
Visual
Went at stream strand to watch
twilight ! The Sun went down.
Started walk back to home.
7 Darkness to embower soon,
5 peeping crescent Moon.
Evening merging to night.
Too much tired was my feet
hankering for car lift.
Noticed headlights of a car.
5 approaching from back.
7 I stood getting no option.
5 Car in slow motion.
No response, though showed hand.
Seemed useless , just to stand.
Pulled car-door: I preferred.
and hurriedly I entered.
Got stunned, looked aslant.
Driver seat was vacant.
Car went as usual,
but in slow walking speed.
7 Got puzzled, but what to do ?
5 Ghost driver ! No clue.
Suddenly car hit bump.
Promptly I made a jump.
Man behind car came out.
He was pushing : No doubt.