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It starts small~
a sigh sharp enough to slice drywall,
a muttered well I never,
then a dramatic shuffle of papers
that did absolutely nothing wrong.
Then the arms cross.
The eyebrows rise.
The soul leaves the body
for a brief smoke break.
Suddenly this fully grown human~
tax-paying, grocery-shopping,
responsible-for-a-mortgage human~
is having a full-tilt hissy fit
because the Wi-Fi blinked
or someone said calm down.
There’s foot tapping.
There’s theatrical breathing.
There’s a moment where they stare
into the middle distance
like a pioneer widow
who just broke the last jar of peaches.
And you stand there thinking,
Lord help us,
the toddler has escaped
and taken over the adult body.
But eventually~
after the sighs,
the flutters,
the tragic monologue
about how no one understands
the gravity of the situation~
they return to themselves,
smooth their shirt,
clear their throat,
and say with great dignity,
“I’m fine now.”
Exploding with energy.
Shot from the bed.
Sliding down hallways,
Rushing to get ahead.
Zipping through breakfast,
Throwing sheets to the top of the bed.
Running full tilt to the...
Ut Oh!
Momma stood in my way.
She said, " Walk! Don't run!
Walk slowly as you go out the door,
Else you'll end up on the floor!"
My engine began to jitter and shake.
About to explode,
As I walked slowly to the door.
Momma Said, "See, I knew you could do it!
Now continue on slowly,
For the rest of the day.
Just get out the door,
To freedom once more.
My energy level is in the red.
Must use some up,
Before I am dead.
School was a bust,
No one to trust.
All I heard all day was.
"Stop, don't run!"
That was no fun!
Couldn't wait for the end of day.
A three mile walk home,
All alone.
Took the breaks off,
Ran all the way.
When I burst through the door,
At the end of the day.
What did Momma say?
Momma smiled," I heard you whistling,
Three miles away.
Knew you were on your way.
Now stop for a moment,
And tell me true.
Did you walk some today?"
I couldn't lie.
"I did walk some today."
Just didn't say,
It was every time a teacher said, " Walk! Don't run!"
That I took a step or two.
Born a runt,
milk-chocolate and bright-eyed,
Fritz von Etgen arrived
with a broken tail
he wagged proudly
before offering his doxie advice.
Outside,
he channeled Dox Quixote,
chasing invisible squirrels
with full-tilt conviction—
a blur of stubby legs
and unstoppable joy.
Inside,
he tap-danced across
Mother’s linoleum floor,
tiny toenails clicking
like a Fred Astaire routine
he never quite mastered.
Half-a-dog high,
a dog-and-a-half long,
he’d race the hallway
and slide out of control—
back end leading the charge
as if it had somewhere urgent to be.
From this small,
big-hearted comet of a dog,
I learned exuberance,
optimism in ache,
and the quiet truth
of love offered without condition.
Fritz taught me
what loyalty looks like
when it has tiny feet
and a tail that never forgot
how to celebrate the world.
October gallops in as stolid as a gray mare,
a blunt wind snorts furiously through autumnal trees.
Foliage rattles, but does not fall, it clings still
to green stems.
Appalachian backwoods have tough roots,
shod as they are into an earth salted
with a dark gritty ore.
Bears are foraging and reaping,
their black silky pelts clamber over gusting winds
to reach the furthest fruits
before first snows overburden stoic pines.
Today the sky is unharnessed
and racing at full tilt
It whips my raw lips like a wet mane,
it rears up to stamp down upon its own
animated onslaught.
I adjust my rucksack and reshoulder a shotgun
grin, eyes watering
caught under the stampeding gale,
buffeted now by its muscular flanks.
I need to bridle this striding wind,
to halter its headlong charge,
or better yet just surrender -
turn my back on it,
let it ride me
as we leap down from the hilltops
whooping it up like cowboys.
West Berlin, British Sector
Hotbed of rumour and lies
I’m there illegally, not wearing
A Jimmy in scaleyback disguise.
I was a Secret Squirrel or
Sneaky Beak was another name
They called us both but
They both meant the same.
There to report
As things moved along
Trying to ensure none
Of the info was wrong
That infamous wall had
Not long been built
The Cuban Missile Crisis
Was running at full tilt.
They said there was a minefield
Under the duckboard to our site
I never knew whether it was
Just bull, or whether it was right.
You paused at the door to allow
The VOPO at the border fence
Get a good clear focus
On his telephoto lens.
If you were a newbie
And it was your first time
Tradition said you stopped
To give him a Churchill sign.
There was panic and despair
That we were pulling out
All from propaganda the Reds
Were spreading all about.
And then suddenly it was over
One Mr K decided to back down
And it was time for me to leave
That turbulent divided town.
A Twin Pioneer took me out
Quietly and Illegally by air
It’s not shown on my record as
Officially I was never ever there.
Do you ever think of getting into your RV and heading west and never looking back? I ask my friend.
Her life is a series of woes, and misbegottens, have-tos, and never-wases. Drama, at full tilt.
Every time I see her she has a flat tire, her mother is in the hospital, and someone in her family just died.
Yesterday her car broke down, and none of her free-loading relatives would bring her to work.
Which was okay as she had smallpox anyway.
This morning she showed me that she is missing her face, and her hair fell off.
High drama indeed for 7 a.m.
Do you ever think of getting into your RV and heading west? I ask her.
She smiled.
Every day, she said, and I would leave my phone here.
Were I given the choice
No matter the season
Heed the call every morn
Beguiling and playful
Come out and discover
Charge up the camera
Tote spare memory card
And head off for the day
Shooting million photos
Details and horizons
Feathery cloud patterns
Luxurious shorelines
Sun’s radiant caress
Cute graceful pussycats
Happy children laughing
Unfading open fields
Tall trees of every shape
Heavenward church towers
Birds soaring high above
Rainbows across the sky
Why would I ever tire
I’d just love rushing home
Download my treasure chest
Sift for each gold nugget
Feeling mighty wealthy
Wrapping up the jackpot
Every wondrous blessed time
Appreciate the gift
Building my collection
Of art inspiration
Recharge my batteries
Load up my paintball gun
Watercolours, pastels
Charcoal, acrylics, inks
Create, create, create
Spawn interpretations
Allow colours to speak
Full tilt given the choice
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on August 16, 2018 for contest PICK A THEME: GIVEN THE CHOICE I WOULD sponsored by VIV WIGLEY - RANKED 4TH
Once upon a time, a Bedeviled Bachelor,
fell in love with a Sinister Spinster.
It seemed to be a match made in Heaven,
until the day all Hell broke loose.
It started when the Bachelor's Brother,
laid eyes on the Sinister Spinster's Sister.
It occured at Bachelor and Spinster's wedding.
Brother was best man, Sister was maid of honor.
Bachelor and Spinster was completely unaware
that this wasn't the first time the two had met.
On the contrary, they had met years ago;
And totally despised one another.
The irony was, it too was at a wedding.
This time, Brother was best man to Best Friend,
Sister was maid of honor to College Roommate.
The two hooked up after way too many drinks.
Needless to say, the encounter was disastrous.
He passed out while on top of her small frame,
then proceeded to hurl all over the bed
while she was pinned helplessly underneath.
It made a mess of her beautiful gown,
not to mention the damage it did to her hairdo.
The poor girl was trapped like a rat for hours,
because she couldn't pry his 250 lbs. off of her.
When she was finally able to wriggle free,
she commenced to kicking the living daylights out of him.
He came to with this wild Hellcat screaming maniacally,
and pummeling him black and blue. He retaliated.
So, the moment they saw each other again;
after their last unforgettable encounter,
the fight began just like it ended before...full tilt!
Bachelor and Spinster intervened immediately.
Unfortunately, they got caught up in the melee too.
Bachelor pulled Sister off of Brother,
Spinster pulled Brother off of Sister.
Sister kneed Bachelor, Brother decked Spinster!
When it was finally laid to rest...
Spinster blamed Bachelor for Brother,
Bachelor blamed Spinster for Sister.
It ended the relationship and wedding.
Five years later, the Bedeviled Bachelor
was still a practicing Bachelor.
And the Sinister Spinster, well she decided...
Men suck and married her Sister's Girlfriend.
She felt glory of God and blessed in her shaking of the oak trees today. They danced at her bidding, and she was validated. I am the wind! She yelled, as she held out her hands and showed her truth. Showing them her full power, full tilt. She had never felt more powerful. She must have been traveling at seventy or eighty miles an hour. She lifted one sapling from its roots. Oops. Did not mean to do that. Cut back her power just a bit. I am the wind! She roared. The grasses bowed to her and the trees shook.
powerful mother
the trees quake in her presence
omnificent wind
Lately my mantennae are twitching more than usual, folks.
The prophecies are surely uncloaking.
Time to batten down the hatches.
A potent darkness is approaching the front doorstep.
Clutch your loved ones to your sunken chest.
It's nearly midnight; the world is on full tilt.
Nuclear pinballs ricocheting off bent flippers.
Madmen will never lead anything into battle.
They'll just push a button to begin the cleanse,
The darkness wants to speed up the blender of Armageddon.
In the meantime, enjoy the day.
Have a lick of your favorite ice cream.
Kick back and watch the ultimate fireworks display.