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She hadn't a friend who cared or family member around
As well as she had fared the loneliness is what she found
Tucked away in her mansion the neighbors so eerily distant
Drapes keeping out the sun like the rays were never sent
So many pictures of the past yet the joy had long since fled
It all just went so fast and so many things that weren't said
She really had just about enough for what was the reason
Surrounded by all of her stuff there wasn't even any pleasing
Then there was a knock at the door a local Catholic charity
They had a local thrift store it was called the Family Tree
Asking if she had any unwanted things that they could resell
As the money that it brings would help many others as well
She invited them to come in and then showed them around
Then with a slight grin saying all of this has kept my soul bound
You can fill up that whole truck and just take so much of this away
I'm tired of feeling so stuck but all that is going to change today
She kept just enough things but brought all those pictures along
Now suddenly feeling like she had wings she broke out into song
And when she did drive past that store seeing all her stuff in the window
Her emotions would begin to pour as the Lord she had finally come to know
The Hi-ways and the By-ways
By Franklin Price
6/5/2016
The hi-ways and the bi-ways long before the Super-way,
Driving 'round the country different, here are memories of the day
The roads were mostly two lane, speeds were fast at fifty-five.
Had to watch out for the tractors to get there breathing and alive.
No white lines on the edges. No reflectors on the lines.
Speed traps in the small towns; directly paid the cops the fines
Watched for ads of Burma Shave. The signs all in a row
With quirky little sayings; looked for ones we didn't know.
Stopped to eat at truck stops; the best food was there you know.
Pro drivers always ate there. Where else should travelers go?
Could stay the night in teepees or a small white Alamo
Many themed motels along the way; creative places we could go
Had to drive through every town; that's why the roads were made
Here's what I saw there in them before the memories of them fade
The highway was the main street; sometimes the railroad by its side
Small stores were there for shopping. Restaurant food was country fried
Always was a barber shop and a small department store
A hardware place with everything you could ever want and more
A church or two that closed the shops were there on holy ground
All attended in their very best when Sunday rolled around
A station there to get some gas, someone to top the tanks,
Check the oil, wash the windows and at the end to give you thanks
To fill up cost a buck or two to get us on our way
Always got change for a five; that's how it was back in the day.
When I got the news that tragic day
I fell to my knees and to God I prayed
Could you take me in her place
Does she have to go
It's like my rainbow quit shining
Along with my sun
The darkness of night overtook the one
I lived my whole life for
And now it ended today
It's so hard for me to believe
It could all end this way
Was she an angel without wings
It's just too hard to tell
And It's hard to believe with Heaven
Could come this much hell
I started drinking my whiskey
Just a sip at a time
Before her memory set in
I was feeling fine
But these demons still haunt me
And my best friend is time
There's no words to describe this
Lost treasure of mine
She was an angel without wings
That cast me under her spell
And It's hard to believe with Heaven
Could come this much hell
I'm still looking for peace
That I can't seem to find
And quit casting the blame onto
These shoulders of mine
Had it not been for that fight
Would she still be here
How's a man in constant sorrow
Say it more clear
I love you my angel darling
My tears could fill up a well
And it's hard to believe with Heaven
Could come this much hell
It's hard to believe with Heaven
Could come this much hell.....
Attraction so simple as a bright blue morning
but so powerful to melt the sun and fill up all planets.
If love is a documentary, ours is action filled
it may be a thin thread but can put
the Blue Mountains into free hanging.
Our world has stopped the hands of time.
Even in death’s swallow, our solitude
would be tied together in its spleen.
She’s my Gold mine, I am her superman
through our affectionate recipe, love had undone itself
and the host of its creators in a disorganized rally
to set up an emergency sitting for the determination
of its newly recommended rare nectar.
Our bones are exposed to affectionate colds
making us sleep under the comfort of stability’s protection.
Our organs, longing for its anti-aging heat
keeping its unparalleled raws, so edible for everlasting chew.
Such a blissful phenomenon is a personality
deserving of a crown in the assurance of a ring.
This world is a step ahead; the aisle is just a stone throw
but a disaster occurs; as the discovery of
being carriers of filial generation’s mortality
has placed an alert to indicate the end of the road.
I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING
BUT YOU BETTER SLOW DOWN
WE DON'T LIKE SPEEDERS
FLYING THROUGH TOWN
SPEED LIMIT HERE
IS THIRTY-FIVE
OFFICER PETE
HAS AN EAGLE EYE
YA AUGHT TO SLOW DOWN
TAKE IN THE VIEW
SEE WHAT OUR TOWN
HAS TO OFFER YOU
A BED AND BREAKFAST
JUST UP THE ROAD
WITH A POND OUT BACK
WITH TURTLES AND TOADS
WE HAVE A GROCER
WITH A PHARMACY
WE HAVE A HAIR CUTTER
BY THE NAME OF ELLIE
WE HAVE A GAS STATION
AND COFFEE SHOP
FILL UP YOUR TANK
AND HAVE A RED POP
WE HAVE A TOW TRUCK
AND A JAIL
WE HAVE NO PLACE
TO POST YOUR BAIL
YOU'LL WAIT TILL TUESDAY
TO SEE THE MAGISTRATE
HE WILL BE HERE
BUT OFTEN LATE
I suppose the usual suspects,
should fill up this poem,
City of lights, ancient pyramids,
colosseum in Rome,
To be honest I seen all these places,
sitting playing the slots,
Yeah we’re talking Vegas baby,
sin city, I’ve given it a shot,
Been up the Eiffel Tower,
Bellagio fountains down below,
Viewing the Sistine chapel,
in Venice along the same road,
Look across main boulevard,
I see Caesars palace all lit up,
Just outside on the strip,
Elvis sings through a begging cup,
Passing the cosmopolitan,
New York springs into view,
Must go by the crystals first,
still looks sparkling new,
On second thoughts cross over,
go shop the miracle mile,
Planet Hollywood rises above,
looking a bit retro in style,
Outside it’s baking hot,
have you felt that Nevada sun,
Cool vapour blows from
roadside bars, I do not shun,
Next day into the stratosphere,
ride the big shot atop,
A thousand feet over Vegas,
screaming will it ever stop,
Later up or down to freemont st.
cannot tell I’m totally lost,
Craziest place I’ve ever seen,
little sleazy by default,
So that’s my bucket list,
everything’s now crossed off,
World under one roof, pretty sad,
yeah well! go ahead and scoff.
By
David Kavanagh
What Have You Kicked Off
On Your Bucket List Poetry Contest
08/11/2020
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
ummm...just some quick thoughts... check and reflect
I sit and dissect derelicts with dialect deliberately
I think with this pen and as soon as the ink sinks in ,it instantly producing imagery
Some say it’s a gift, how I flow with my vocabs
But that aint it i been doin this s**t since 96 fill up 100's of notepads with dopeness
Practice makes perfection, nothing less than that’s sufficient
With ease and little effort I engage with the page efficient
It comes natural when writing rhymes repetitive
Scripts always sick, still so many stuck on sedatives
Not the best that ever lived, but still very clever kid
Assembling and arsenal of lyrics no one ever did
Futuristic ,linguistics, make pupils dilate
Lips split, and wrist slit, are issued when one violates
Minds neva in a violent state, i stay cool calm and collective/ smack dab in the middle of all these posers
That should be poster children for the use of contraceptives
My methods perfected , I’m tedious with written words
And a touch more impressive, once I’m finished hittin herbs
Perception is the problem when people write they b
Thinking that the lack of criticism reflects how much that they amaze kids
It’s evident there’s blatent negligence
But it’s all irrelevant, it’s quality not quantity
If some say your dope, does that mean that your a bomb emcee?
everyone else, that’s what I keep on stressing
My worst critics myself, that why I keep progressing
But it's getting depressing, bringing water to my eyes
guys stop biting s**t
Take the time use your mind and write your s**t
Just recognise the wise rise, this is knowledge being dropped
Push the phonies to the bottom, let the scholars to the top
Blat , Blat
Sporadic gunfire firing back
Our way of life is under attack
And what I mean by that
Is protect the Oil Refineries
Protect Democracy freedom of speech
Protect the Banks & Institutions
Call the order to Fire Back at Will
Give them a taste of their own medicine
Shoot to Kill
Kill Bill
&
Jack & Jill
Whoosh, Whoosh
Mother nature's dirt is swirling on the breeze
Red Sand
Burnt Yellow's
Orange Haze
The winds ablaze with Corparl Punishment
Doled out by the Ministry of Environment
If 1 is to believe the Kamikaze Pilot
Who just punched another hole into the earth's atmosphere
Put down your Aerosol cans
And travel bans for Airplane's
And Rocket's
Unless there Private hired in the name of
Spreading the Gospel according to
Renewable cleaner Green Energy
Ride your bike not your car
Drip , Drip
Torture Tap
Pop the Champagne Cork
Who cares if the reservoir runs dry
Let the poor drink cake
What else would the poor child have to fill up her day
If moved closer no longer was it a chore to collect water
Sell them gun's instead to play with
Sizzle, Sizzle
Bacons at an all time low
It's now even on the Big Mac
Triple Stack
For Beef is apparently now very bad 2
Lest us all become Vegetarian
Father was a Coal Miner
Out of work and down on his luck
Since progress decided to shut down the mine
Bad choice of Career
How is Daddy now going to pay for his Beer & 40 Fags
His Father before him was an Old Fashioned Cowboy
Driving Herds of Cattle across the wild plains
Powered by Bourbon and Bean's
Rancid and saddle sore
So too 1 day did progress for him come a calling
Putting an end to his self worth and way of life
And with it his family taken on his journey into Alcoholism
A violent man he became
Relics of a certain decade
Products some say Collateral damage
When the Wheel's of Industry Stop
The Silence is deafening
It's like the sound of a knife falling in an gunfight
Shhh , Shhh
Quiet Please
The Library is now in Session
And so begins the Mine for Knowledge
Speak of only Truth , Hope and Courage
Don't be taken in
Don't make the same mistakes History has taught us
What has War ever brought us but death
Fight rather for us than against us
Why be a Tourist ?
When you could be a Guide ? ?
It runs in the blood, you know.
The mind may forget, but the body remembers
There are things you'll try to shake and fail for years
Etched in the nerves for generations to come
Love you grandpa
You ol' whiskey-soaked lush
You've got three daughters and three grandkids who won't touch the stuff
So clearly, the responsibility fell to me
It's extra bitter today
The saving grace my body has
Where it realizes that the fun poison it loves
Is poison after all
You can't even call it liqueur, can you?
Sweet enough to drink with a burger
Sweet enough to sip like water
Sweet enough to lose weeks to
Scotch was always your vice, wasn't it?
The scent of your breath scarring three girls for life
Scaring them away from our stereotypical legacy
Christ, you had good taste
But it tastes so bitter now
Floating on the sweetest cloud for months
I've lost the taste for complexity
Nearly 30 with the tongue of a teenager
It's a pricey habit for a gal too anxious to talk
Half-gallon of milk is half a minute of looking for loose change
Half-gallon of this would eat an entire shift ten years ago
Or at least half of one now
Did it bother you as much as it bugs me?
The drink didn't kill you, the smokes did
But did your stomach ever twitch after a good night
And have you questioning the validity of God?
You were an excellent Catholic, my boy
A serial adulterer and cruel as your mistresses
Only to change your ways so close to the end
Take solace in knowing everyone but Mom forgave you
I wonder how we would have talked nowadays
You've been dead for nearly half my life
And we so rarely held any meaningful conversations when you lived
If I read you this poem, would you fill up my glass?
But even pure sugar was too bitter for me tonight
My liver's getting sassy with me before I can actually stress test it
I made up for every imagined sin of last year
But this hasn't been penitence, just excess
It's a strange feeling, you know
To look in the mirror and see your face in it
I think I'll keep my gaze at the ground for a while
While I fill this glass with water instead
Leggings cuddle my thick thighs
Making me feel so contented
With the chubbiness I feel inside
When I go to try on my wardrobe
Leggings bring me to peace with myself
When I would be dishonored by jeans
They feel so soft and willing to bend
That I love them like I never could believe
Leggings caress my legs with their knits
Leaving me room to twist around and sit
Letting me know that I have the curves
To fill up my leggings with pure chubbiness
Leggings remind me just why I can feel
Assured that I still have a little sex appeal
They tighten around me just enough to reveal
The curve of my thighs and calves fascination
Leggings are the best part of my apparel
They leave me with a feeling of appreciation
Let me breathe freely and feel the open air
With a sense of self-expression alive for dancing