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After getting an urgent phone call
jumping in my car and rushing to
pick my son up and get him to
the ER, I am waiting again
He is hurting badly,
and my mama’s heart
is breaking for him, yet,
I am waiting again
After many tests and
very compassionate
treatment and a psych eval,
I am waiting again
Waiting for the hospital
to release him to go home,
he is physically feeling better,
yet, I am waiting again
Waiting for something that I
can’t force, although, I have
tried before, it doesn’t work
and here I am waiting again
A kind hospital employee pulled
me aside and compassionately
told me that this is not my choice,
it is only his, and I am waiting again
Waiting for him to be ready to
change his life for the better
and leave the alcohol and drugs behind
but I AM waiting again
Waiting for what could be a tragic
phone call or home visit telling
me that it is too late, I am left
Waiting again
I know in my heart and mind
that only he can make this choice
and while I understand this,
I am waiting again
Living my life knowing that
a part of me is in such dire
circumstances and danger, leaves me
Waiting again
This is not what I was hoping for
my child’s future and it
brings me so much pain to be
Waiting again
Waiting and praying and just
being here when he needs me,
each time being crushed
when I am left waiting again
I went to the DMV office the other day
For, I received an urgent notice of traffic violation
That came promptly to me as a text message
For me to take immediate resolution action.
I was told there again about repeated offence
And the amount of money I had to pay as fine
Being a very careful driver I expressed wonder
If the vehicle involved was really mine.
I checked the vehicle number once again
Verified from the employee the owner’s name
Told the man the vehicle didn’t belong to me
Unknowingly, I was made a party in a cheating game.
This bloke, a cheat didn’t use his mobile number
Instead he entered mine in his vehicle’s record
I told DMV man I was harassed for mistaken identity
For, to pay the fine maybe the blighter couldn’t afford.
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February 10, 2022
Contest : DMV Poetry
Sponsored by : Matt Caliri
In my little corner of earth
I shall work and toil
But at the bell, my day is done
I am no longer loyal.
Trade in my chains for currency
For as long as I can fend
But Again, I will be in bondage
When the next work week begins
And so it goes
On and on
And on and on
Until I am old and frail
And no one will ever know
What stories I had to tell
The world will keep going
As will I, but with regret
That I didn't choose my own path
And instead followed the rest
keep your tags, your plans, your work, your rules,
I need them not.
Cause when I leave,
I will be free,
This slave will not be caught
Damn anticipatory anxiety affliction...
trumps volition (mine) to don employee hat!
Until the grim reaper
whisks yours truly away
common joe just biden his time
chronologically old fogey
(albeit boyish looking goodfella)
at moon shadows he doth bay
meanwhile stricken with
dripping wet sweaty palms,
perhaps attired with
trademark Harris tweed
this August twelfth
two thousand twenty dog day,
viz just the mere thought
to seek part time employment -
cuz I wanna supplement
(social security disability) income
perhaps out of desperation
selling myself short on eBay
unless an anonymous reader
espies adept ace at foreplay
i.e. whereby his linkedin word choice
oft times evokes double entendre
essentially this poetaster
at large concocts gourmet
reasonably rhyming literary cuisine -
thus hip hip hooray
invariably an anonymous
respondent will inveigh
against playful badinage,
and/or perchance some grumpy
humorless cat (woman)
originally whose nine lives spent
housed within San Jose
will take objection with base (sic)
lame ribaldry (mine) laughable
courtesy none other than kkk,
(kooky, klutzy, and kitschy tendency)
who though reformed Caucasian Jew
coon sitter me laughingstock, nevertheless
(modesty notwithstanding)
he brews the best latte
this side of Schwenksville, Pennsylvania,
where whiplashing, madding, and
clamoring crowd fuels melee
along Perkiomen trail
over hills and across Atlantic Ocean
eventually leads to Norway,
which namesake river from “Pakihmomink,”
or “where the cranberries grow.”
Rather than get further
bogged down with inane zeal
I best steer clear of poetic poppycock
courtesy imaginary wheel
thus the following pablum I unveil
nsync with titled malady all to real,
which plight involves hyperhidrosis
quite a debilitating ordeal,
especially when thinking
to pursue gainful employment
emphatically steadfast
and honest think (me) leal
course this humble communicates
(hyperbolically) embodiment ideal
if seeking to gain insight how I feel
about myself, a tense body
inept to cartwheel.
I believe I am the sum-total of the strength of my beliefs:
I believe I am a human made from spirit, intellect and body;
I believe self-transformation thru karma is my reason for being;
I believe love is the answer no matter the question;
as a mother, I believe my child deserves all I have to give;
as a spouse, I believe in the power of a truly loving partnership;
as a daughter, I believe in a lifelong commitment to parents;
as a sibling, I believe brothers and sisters are the best friends available;
as an employee, I believe finding joy in one’s work is ideal;
as a boss, I believe team work and confidence building are vital;
as an American, I believe I live in one of the best countries on earth;
I believe play, sports, inside and outside games help us feel free;
I believe in creativity even if it’s simply coloring with crayons;
I believe in dancing just because the mood takes you;
I believe in clapping in church after moving performances;
I believe in my ability to create harmony where there is discord;
I believe in my ability to communicate where there is misunderstanding;
I believe in my intuition and sensitivity though both make me vulnerable;
I believe in changing life for the better so I’ve lived no similar decades;
I believe fear is the worst consideration in decision making
I believe I was born with many mismatched puzzle pieces seeking snug fits
that my beliefs gained me with each crisp snap into place with truth pieces.
They say they come once in a lifetime, but do they
Really is that the only time a nice job will swing your way
Feels more like meat thrown in the air for a hungry bird fight
Is it really worth the battle to chase the bait for a bite
Most decide to leave one for another chasing that higher dollar
At the bottom of a new corporate latter wearing that blue collar
You put down what taste familiar for another cup
It sounds like an opportunity until you realize what's up
A brand new environment with a whole new set of rules
Feeling the shoes of an employee that was used and abused
It must have been opportunity for them at one time
What's the real reason for posting the "We're Hiring Now" sign.
Who could forget what happened on that unsuspecting and sunny day,
when no visible clouds drifted over the Twin Towers?
Little after midnight, the cool rain adds to the melancholy
of the descending angels; and I join them in prayer to remember the tragedy!
This should be a day of remembrance, not of hatred for the ignoble acts
the wicked committed, but would God accept unkindness instead of merciful deeds?
They called it another day of infamy,
and like Pearl Harbor we were taken by surprise;
that was an attack aimed at the military,
but on September 11 the terrorists attacked the civilians!
It seemed like lightning striking down sturdy trees,
and then fire broke out with smoke trails of a thousands feet;
" O my God! ", every employee screamed...quickly running down
the stairs engulfed by fire...causing an indescribable chaos everywhere!
" Take my hand, I will lead you to safety! " the firefighter said to the coughing woman.
" Hold onto my arm! " the policeman yelled out to the frail man,
who had dropped his eyeglasses and couldn't see!
Every firefighter and policeman acted like them, rescuing many without fearing death;
and hundreds of them, that awful morning, never returned home alive...
what a tragedy for their families that watched in horror and couldn't help!
Who wouldn't remember the courage of their noble and willing hearts?
And furthermore, who wouldn't engrave their valorous names on plaques and monuments?
Up above, by the gates of Paradise...Christ and His Father awaited them to accept their souls;
while archangels surrounding God's throne, sung hymns that humans couldn't sing...
those hymns that all the earthly heroes will sing with them when Heaven mourns again!
Their portraits, pictures and memorabilia hang above the fireplaces,
and on the decorated walls of the victims' homes, precincts and firehouses;
how could anybody take them down as they were worthless items?
Prize them more than gold or diamonds, o friends grieving that tremendous loss even today;
don't hate those who caused you sorrow and unbearable pain, be forgiving and show mercy...
as God does toward us; o friends remember your heroes for their valor and sacrifice!
My poem is dedicated to the victims and survivors of the September 11 attacks on America.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Take a chance the new employee said; the entire room laughed.
She is the Evel Knievel of our company, someone informed him.
As a newcomer, he was arrogant and a tad bit mean.
He never got to meet the real me, so he never knew.
I take a chance every opportunity that comes my way.
I am the one who invests in the craziest things imaginable.
I stick my neck out, daring the guillotine to come down.
If he had not been so pompous, he might have gotten to know me.
But he was a misogamist, and I have no room for these people.
So I did not get to know him and he did not get to know me.
He is really great once you get to know him, someone told me.
Additional proof that she is the worst judge of character I know.
The vaccine is no trouble my relatives and ex-friends say so thick.
They live in Iowa, a state that had Covid-19 shots right away.
Just go to the Hy-Vee store and they stick you quick.
Oh, how I wished then that I once again lived in Iow-ay.
The vaccine? Oh, sure, I’ve had mine she says.
Government employee. They just told her appointment time.
There were eight of us sent to Timber Taz.
We knew each other, and did not have to stand in line.
The vaccine? Oh, sure. It came to us a month ago or so.
Someone came door to door and said give me your arm.
We didn’t find out until later it was college kids though.
None of us died, so I guess there ain’t no harm.
I thought I was the only person on earth who could not get it.
Six hours on the phone, and sixteen begging emails didn’t help me.
Kansas vaccinated all teachers but me, because I did not fit.
I work across the river in Kansas City, Missouri, you see.
Assigned to two grade schools, I deal with 912 students each week.
I felt like I had fallen into a hole down a storm drain under a thicket.
Still the rivaling states could not help me; did not care I was getting weak.
When I finally got this shot, I knew I had gotten the “golden ticket”.
while she believed she was me
signing my name on personal injury
claims in fort lauderdale
I cradled my identity i was every part
of america i was every part of germany while she
believed she was me buses blew up in london while
dirty bombs were plotted near
buckingham palace while corruption was being
laundered in Belfast Ireland while she believed
she was me fearlessly i was being dragged
through a holy war while she believed
she was me. my ancestors became
the valley of dry bones unearthed in burr oaks
cemetary the largest crime
scene in the history of chicago while
she believed she was me
a civil servant employee retired in tampa
an ex army wife dependant crawling on
constitution blvd wearing my dogtags
of thee highiest order of law truth veritas
her treason a mole hired by corruption
to infiltrate an ongoing criminal investigation
into police corruption
while she believed she was me killers snarled
as corrupt officers hissed
saddled with fear while she believed
she was me the fallen rose
as governors were arrested
while judges committed suicide
oh how I wanted to end my own life
to prevent another assassination attempt
oh lord forgive me as I decided
to follow my identity to my dismay
it was being blackmarketed sold traded
in Europe India the middle east and Moscow
devestated as I knelt praying
for our bischops and preist
while she believed she was me
the entire Polish Parliament perished
my soul dangled over russia