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If you really want to know, play it backwards
Put the record on, the Beatles or the Byrds
An act you may find seemingly absurd
A hidden message fail safe, I’m assured
Is Paul really here and on the level
Did a stairway to heaven lead you to the devil
Check each record groove and bevel
In redundant curiosities I revel
Did you find yourself in a sudden trance
In a prompt unusual circumstance
Perhaps then it’s more than chance
Of what began as music and a dance
A bit of messaging subliminal
Some entertaining and minimal
Others verging on being criminal
Few for the mind, almost medicinal
You won’t hear the message at their live show
Only between your own wall and window
For the secret put the record on and turn it slow
And play it backwards, if you really want to know
Fail-Safe
While venturing on uneven path of life
Fair chances to slip or slide at every strife!
Or to tumble on rumbles of obstacles:
How to tackle the shackles of hindrances!
My brain alarms sending advice
'Keep always Fail-Safe device
active and alert to control and support.
I dream ceaseless and continue my dreams
as I proceed and wish to succeed.
Dormant desires display designs of ambition
through lattice of dreams in light and shadow of happenstances.
Fail-Safe device to guard and guide.
It's my pride
as I dream and dream till fulfillment.
03/23/22
Fourth Place
Pick a Theme
Title chosen 'Fail-Safe'
Contest by Edward Ibeh
He’d flumed out of his liquid diet.
Shards on a dead man’s floor.
The book must be thrown at him.
The book falls on his fail-safe head.
The pages burn with recompense.
The pages could of…should have…
indeed did make him green -
at first with envy then around the gills.
He held a beauty in his hands
and the fame. They were captivated
by the change. Better than his past charges.
He’d let his spouse slip through the cracks
as he’d leapt to the ledge, across the way.
He was on stilts, on a catapult, on a high wire.
Things have now gone haywire. His fingers
slipping underneath the window. Why’d
he let his eyes lust after nouns, adjectives and verbs.
How absurd that his friends would get it so wrong.
Names can be swapped in the chaos.
He wasn’t dead. He was comatose.
He was his friend, once -
a friend who’d let no one read his manuscript.
Now it’s read by everyone.
The imposter might leap to the street
if the author clears his throat, opens his eyes.
Bile’s now his liquid diet. The suspense
almost over…the whodunnit solved.
5/29/2023
Number One was Titanic, the monstrous liner,
In its, indestructible features, so finer;
Was the B - 2 Spirit bomber technical enough,
To face any challenge so rough or very tough...?
Was Mercedes-Benz W 140 feeble in mechanics,
That, while driving Diana, lost the dynamics...?
Hasn’t Jaguar, Ford or Ferrari ever,
Faced fatal accidents and damages sever...?
I've four air-balloons in my car, I used to think,
Until, in a direct crash, I found them just blink,
Among One thousand two hundred fourteen crashes,
Of Indian roads, aren't hundred become ashes...?
Safety of humans and things, here, is no foolproof,
Death finds its way, even if you have a strong roof;
Machines are used as they are: not as absolutes,
Equilibrium in extant could pave safe routes...!
15 March 2022
It’s a crooked slope
that leads to hell
and I’m riding it
Stance Goofy
Those Regulars
that believe they aren’t,
are way out in front
tripping over themselves
polishing and buffering the way
So I must be putting
the right foot forward
Besides, I also carry a mascot
and fail safe
It’s a goldfish in a bag
who never moves his left fin
He’s showing more zip
in his tail of recent
since I started feeding him
those highly energised
copper and black batteries
He won’t be going down
anytime soon
except maybe with
lead poisoning
I prefer lithium myself
it’s much lighter
and makes my collapse
easier to stomach
* * *
life wearing braces
whilst holding a bag of fish
be happy with me
By
David Kavanagh
Live in my heart, rent-free
Now and forever more.
Don't stay out in the cold;
Make yourself feel at home,
For its as good as gold.
Live in my heart, rent-free.
Don't knock, just come right in
To a place very safe,
To a place you belong,
To a heart that's fail safe.
Live in my heart, rent-free.
Flow into me, my sweet,
Like most gentle of streams.
My heart is a refuge;
It's where love's bright light gleams.
Live in my heart, rent-free.
There's enough room for you;
Stay as long as you wish!
You possess the sole key;
There, our love shall flourish.
Love has taught me
to look deeply, beneath
the green of the heart’s
tender shoots –
every living soul
draws from a reservoir
of mixed feelings,
a spring of good laced
with evil –
I pray each day
we together strive
to trickle upwards,
in the ways of God….
Love has taught me,
that the heart, though
dedicated ruler of
body and its residing spirit
is often adversely
sway-able,
leading to autonomy
in name alone...
necessitating Christ
Love, in humanity,
as Father’s fail-safe and
Redeemer –
evil allowed by the
grace of God – not for
embracing its presence,
but for the power of
contrast –
not for what it is
but for what we learn
it can never be –
and the peace
it can never give us...
also taught me, that love
is exceedingly larger than
the lover – Therefore, not
any should think of
being defeated
for a world of hurt –
dear fondness may perish
or decline, leaving not a
measurable trace – yet, remains
a habitat unscathed, where fullness
of heart fills every vacated space –
it is a blessing I have realized;
one I have heard, well-intention
ministers preach – but only Divine
Love’s personal relationship can
ever indelibly teach –
So, as love was given me freely –
bargaining not with God, the source –
I will clearly keep love free
from earth’s surface, man’s chosen
Terrestrial-course – Love now the large
of me – outgrown my Novice Small –
Priceless Love keeping me, strong in
stance -- rock-solid – standing tall!
I'm not much attached to this body,
it feels like it's on a short leash
while the brain drags it around
like a reluctant old dog.
Long cantankerous years
have pummeled it into a shape
it never used to own, never saw coming.
I am by no means special
we all acquire these 'special' parts,
that cling to us like limpets and lichen
many are visible only to the mind.
Tree's show their scars on the outside
internal excrescences run deeper.
Wasted landscapes never repopulated
are sutured integral with still verdant fields,
still workable earth
but we know
that vehicles this unwieldy
have no fail-safe switch
even if we could find it.
This thrill? that can kill……
Ride……..
Feeeellll the WINDddwindddddddddd
WHIP..whip*~~~~~~~
your skin.
G forces of sensation
PRIMEprime the PUMPpump* for the
s e n s oaaaaaaaaaaaaaaary ~~~
deprived
Air gasping open gilled
life near.. yet LIFE’S DEATH**… the razor’s edged path
This thrill?
This thrill can kill………
Yet, composure,
s e n sayyyyyyyyyy tion
vvvviiiiiibrbaaaaatiiiiiiioon
Die! Why die! FLYYYYYYY
RIP! ROAR! RIDE! RIDE*>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
the wind on this PRETTY UGLY** Harley's skin.
This heartless surrogate horse
without FAIL SAFE**
R I D E!
* alliteration **oxymorons
Supple intake transforms standard to salient
Triumph thanks tantalised talent
Trials confronted conduct products ultimate
Survival sullied for an alternate
Symphony bellows true blood tempo rhythm
Value balloons with enthusiasm
Transmits fail-safe faith in methods titanium
Sophisticates yesterday's system
Theories distributed to avid students taught
Voluminous sage bolsters scholars
Series of gradual upgrades steadily sought
Take bulging pulses, pump dollars
8th November
Innovation