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As the flight attendant made the accouncement that this plane is going down
I took one last look at him
Not knowing it be the last time I see him again
My feet froze to the ground
but in my mind
I want to get up and run run run
but where where where
I look up to the celling and look out the window for the last time
I turn and looked at him in his eyes and told him I love you
and if either one us don't make it
don't you grieve
don't you die
don't fall apart because I'am not near your side
I held his hand tight as we went down down down
I felt the loud crash as the plane hit the ocean floor
I closed my eyes
I felt my life fading away
I blacked out
My hand slipped out of my partner hand
I try to gasp for air but nothing
water filled my lungs
I knew this was it
My life flash in front of my face
things you see before you walked into the light
I was hoping the hand of God would catch me and my man before the final breath
But if it's time to go
Then it's time to go
By Shaniki Smith
06-10-2016
Standing here looking upwards
hoping and waiting on Rose
what's happened I wonder to myself
it's snowing heavy my feet feel froze
I don't have her mobile number
never thought when asking her for date
was looking forward to this night
not expecting to be here this late
This Rose was for a lovely Rose
one I hoped to become my flower
but looks as if my chance has gone
now deep inside I feel real sour
How long must I wait looking up?
waiting for Rose never to bloom
I really need a heat of something warm
get hot chocolate to lift my doom
Sitting sipping my drink in cafe
thinking of what might have been
there sitting in the corner is guess who!
yes it's Rose my eyes is seeing
I was waiting for you I said
she replied I've been waiting for you
at opposite ends of the street
sometimes in life we miss the cue
So at least we meet up eventually
Rose and I arranged to date again
exchange mobile numbers just in case!
such complex characters women and men!
RIDE OF A
LIFETIME
A roller-coaster catches my eye in flash
B eguiling me to run bullet fast...
C hequered spiking thrill press my spine
D ancing stars shoot then surround me fine
E levating energy screaming release
F ever fervor crawling --
G leaming a
H appy-go-lucky mood!
I nhaling deep through
J uggling groove of the rollercoaster.
K indles me for more, more and more! yet,
L iquifying my knees and nerves.. I..
M ounting to swerves and curves
N uts and shells will break
O n rain of screams and shouts.
P opping heartbeats!
Q uickening speed
R ough ground is up!
S kies smiling down!
T wists and turns making me froze
U nlimited are my thunder screams!
V eins beneath engorged,
W ith shoes to drop-out too!
X eransis throat
Y elling for water soothe!
z ealing roller-coaster ride...
© O. E. Guillermo
10:22pm, August 21, 2014
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name Abecedarian
Placed 3rd...
2022 Polar Vortex - Across Wide Band Of North America
Power outage here within
mine happy hunting grounds
(as well the ghosts of Lenni Lenape),
viz Perkiomen Valley, Pennsylvania
December twenty third
two thousand twenty two wrought
(lasting greater part of twelve hours)
impossible mission to keep warm
generating body heat
necessity courtesy three dog night,
sure as I'm sitting here
nevertheless found yours truly
yearning for global warming
while dentures chattered
a mile a minute then jumped
out me mouth
and scrabbled, scrambled
and scratched along floor
leaving corpse like body abed
stiff as a board
dead cold analogous,
when rigor mortis
grips lovely bones
immune to brutal cold.
Ordinarily, the weather
considered non trees
son us, a neutral subject on par
with non nose
wrinkling odoriferous cheese
usually ranks as minor distraction,
without whether yours truly agrees
or not, except
during balmy temperatures,
an unavoidable tease,
whereat sub zero degrees,
whether Centigrade or Fahrenheit
demands human sacrifice
(me anima knocking knees),
no negotiating with Ole Man Winter,
he requests (lest
he continue deep freeze
maelstrom until the end of time),
nothing 'cept a healthy seas
sunned *****sapien to appease
his insatiable appetite
froze to the core,
when all body functions cease,
thus until onset of frostbite disease
transformed me into a human popsicle
obliging surrender of self,
no matter I always minded "p's"
and "q's", and adhered
to selfless decrees
not until that moment - this me's
lee sad excuse e'en for missing link,
said personal radar of this primate
suddenly went haywire madly wheeze
zing, as if giant hand (some
harried styled swiftly tailored
paw) did squeeze
traumatizing, suffocating, mangling
constricting, asphyxiating... sensation
(surprised muss elf, and all my enemies,
hence survived death as a breeze)
when similar to Socrates
ill fate found him downing hemlock,
necessitated, I reluctantly quaffed antifreeze
as preservative, plus
out of necessity to survive
being clobbered, buffeted,
assaulted...finally please
zing lee melting titanic iceberg
more bearable on par with a sneeze
than compared to frigidity
of writer's block.
We stood for years while you lived in our shadows.
You looked up once in awhile as you passed by.
Many would come to visit, but were always on the go,
Just taking a picture as a memory to put aside.
We were happy to provide jobs for the city.
It was a privilege to be a part of your landscape.
Our demise was a horrible blemish on humanity.
On that September day, we simply had no way to escape.
It’s hard to believe that it was eight years ago,
When pure evil soared through the morning sky.
There was a thundering noise crashing through the windows,
Causing so much destruction; we didn’t have time to ask shy.
The strength of our walls held for as long as they could,
And we tried to wait for everyone to get free and clear.
Heat from the burning fuel caused our metal to burn like wood,
And the fire and smoke only added to the panic and fear.
We stood in awe as many became selfless heroes,
Putting aside their own fears to do what was right.
We watched the city come together while the world froze.
Out of the rubble came two men who had the will to fight.
No only should the world remember those who were lost,
But John McLoughlin and Will Jimeno, men who came out alive.
This tragedy was a terrible lesson at such a horrific cost.
It’s stories like theirs that show the world we’ll continue to thrive.
straightforward sassafras
spicy surprise
give it to me hotter
i will return much more than the favor
the journeys we have made to get here
has had its bumps in the road
we spun till nauseatingly dizzy
we rolled till hoarse and out of our minds
we landed on the anvil of an almost broken union
we arrived at a paradise we never realized was lost at sea
we swatted the sun dead
we revitalized the moon alive
we settled for less
we traveled for more
we froze near to death on the ice of silence
we found medicinal bliss in the warm hot tub of social emotion
a soft peck to wet, passionate kisses have lead us to here....
straightforward sassafras
spicy surprise
give it to me sweet and sticky
i will adjourn with what you love to savor
"Time drops all these moments as
decayed, spoiled riches.
And vibrating strings of light
dance the tip of Souls while
enjoying the orchestra
of all life!" -- E.P. Robles
--
[Too late; as late as it gets thought I.]
Upon this very late or very early
morning while i began to realize
i left my dreaming snoring then upon
a glint from parted curtains I was certain
a something queerly missing ~ or should
i say amiss.
There, upon the fabric of dusty thoughts
while peering out my window pane
i came to see a dastardly scene that
almost certainly brought me to my knees!
There upon the shrouded street
were many short blue-clothed things
busily erasing each moment as it passed.
Unbeknown that "i" was one between
the 'there' and 'here' they froze
all the while i stood and stared;
"Oh no oh no!" they screamed at me
squirming then churning they moved
and rebuilt the past you see
and found myself in bed again
and all ends well that begins
and all beginnings have always been
--endings are myth!
:: 04-20-2017 ::
When his father-in-law got him
into the poultry biz in Rhode Island
Joe had not fully contemplated that
first day to market when he
when he failed to truss and bag the birds
properly, a holy-moly cock-up so
when he tossed them into his ’02
Honda Accord LX to parlay
the beasties down 95 South RI,
they managed to wriggle free
the chickens did, got loose
from the burlap sack
the chickens did, flapping anarchy,
and mayhem, and bad policy about
the Aught-Deux’s upscale cabin,
the mad bastard capons pocking
fine leatherette and Boze while
Bad Chicken Farmer Joe flailed away,
fowl and feathers, feathers and fowl
flailing, clawing, at the faux cherry
wheel, finally rip-cording his failed way
down exit 8A for Quonset Point,
where, at the light, the cross-walkers froze
glaciating, mightily at the cockerel mayhem
unraveling inside a popular Midclass Sedan.
Snowflakes Escape
At the crack of dawn shots rang out
Ducks scattered at the sound
Obscenities quacked back from every beak
Hunters were not there for them
They came to capture fox
Snow fell with cartridges as hunters froze in thought
In perfect orchestration with the day and perfect aim
Focused on the games in nature
Bringing down their prey with rifles
Setting traps along the way
Men bundled in pillow white disguise
Running with their dogs and guns through narrow paths
Towering trees held green along the way
Held their ground below the mountain
Hunters settled
Looking for some warmth after the captures
Campfires blazed
Storms rolled in on bitter winds
Enter the calm
Large swirling flakes continued on the quiet
Each one avoiding warmth to hold their form
Away from creatures clad in natures white, like fox
Away from bundled men disguised in white
Snowflakes made their escape into the silence
Bob a small bug landed on a childs swing
Weary and puffed because of the wind
Resting his wings and his six tiny legs
Tired from his journey, wanting his bed.
The journey was long, weather was fine
Warmth from the sun, making good time
Wings gently humming like song from a bee
Minding his own business happy and free.
Resting, recouping, enjoying the sun
What happened next can't be undone
Whisper he heard "Your going in my tum"
Bob instantly froze and went kind of numb.
A spider shot out, didn't know from where
It gave him a look - a terrifying stare
Eight legs and faster having two extra more
For moment Bob wished he had twenty four.
Spiders legs propelling, whirring in sound
Bob stumbled and fell, fast to the ground
The spider sped down its steely fine thread
That instant Bob thought "I'm about to get dead".
With energy burst Bob flew to the side
Trying to find somewhere to hide
A swift move, a wing glide, Bob hid in a tree
He's nerves so jumpy he felt like a flea.
Spider came crawling feeling his vibes
Was no where safe to find and to hide?
Exhausted Bob thought "I'm too done in
It will have me for his dinner din-dins."
Suddenly from nowhere within the big tree
A bird swooped down its direction to he
Bob placed two legs covered his eyes
Two others he used to prayer his goodbyes.
Sudden wind gush knocked Bob right over
Promptly landed on a four leaf-clover
Looking back seeing what had just happened
The bird gobbled the spider in a swift action.
Bird said to him "You was lucky there mate
That spider invaded my territory state
Taking it all, nothing left to feed
That spider was full of its own greed"
"Wrapping and hoarding it all away"
"I've been waiting for this very day".
Cunning and clever knew how to avoid
Using and hiding in darken voids"
"S. Parrow my name, anytime you want rest
"This tree your sanctuary, a welcome guest"
Flying off I was glad this day be over
And grateful the luck of that four leaf-clover.
02.08.21