Long Get out Poems
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Shake in your boots,
Be afraid, be very afraid.
Watch the news, go ahead!
Believe their lies about Covid.
Have a cold beer, after all.
Dr.Fauci is here!!
That international madman to fill
us with fear.
Masks, now he says, two you
should wear?
Sorry, my man, one is too
much to bear.
But be sure~do cover our leaders
mouths.
At them, I so want to loudly shout.
Get out of our lives, go live,
mask your own lying snout!!
I propose you buy the diving suit
pictured above.
Wear it when you are out and
about, complete with gloves.
Leave the rest of us alone.
Who know this is a cash cow.
All I can say, is a soft, disgusted.....wow!
I/27/2021
~2~
Shhhhh, here comes the Warden
He’s just about to open the door, Frank
Well, that’s good ‘cause I’ve been in this slammer too long!
and, it way too cold in here, Patty!
I never did ask you Frank, what are you in for?
Wrong time at the wrong grocery store, I guess,
before I knew it, I was in the big house, feels more
like an ice house. I was in solitary for while, frozen stiff
Then, I found myself here with you and Bangsy and Cherry.
You know Cherry, she’s Bangsy’s tomato!
She was picked fresh off the line and ended up in here!
Let me ask Olive, she’s been in here forever,
Hey Olive, when did Cherry get out?
I wouldn't talk about that too loudly, Patty,
she went to the counter!
Oh no!, not the counter, that’s death row for everyone!
If you hear them say they want to grill you Frank, don’t
believe it, it’s not what you think.
Bangsy never did come back!
Poor Bangsy, such a silly sausage!
Door’s open, this is it!
Bye Patty!
Guess it’s hamburger time for me
OH, sorry Patty!!!
I mean, I guess I’ve seen my last bun!
7/9/18
Somedays I feel like I'm surrounded by bars and bricks,
chained up in a round cage with tar that sticks.
And I can't see any stars in the sky at night,
nor does the sunrise to provide daylight.
It would be nice to see just a flicker,
a shooting star or something quicker,
since there's nothing bright for my eyes
from the skies where hope lies.
Yep, hope lies, Pinocchio in disguise with no nose,
nothing on show to let you know if the deceit flows
from mouths where noses would grow.
So you turn to alcohol and slowly increase your dose,
until you doze and awake with the shakes that alcohol creates,
to make yourself steady,
you get out the glass, the coke and the voddy
and drown yourself down into the "junkie" category.
Somedays I feel like I'm surrounded by bars and bricks,
so I drink water and take vitamins to get far from my minds tricks.
I see a full moon but no stars in the sky at night.
There must be a faint cloud blocking that far travelled light.
I feel that just the moonlight moves me to comfort,
I perk as I forget today and all that work.
Tomorrow is another first,
I think life offers more than I deserve.
Berlin was the last time we saw each other's eyes
Berlin was different then
Berlin was the last time I saw her beautiful smile
Berlin was once my friend
Berlin before the shadow stole the light
Berlin risked lives on the sharpest knives
Berlin is where the bunker lies
Berlin was where it ends
I never returned to see Berlin
I never said goodbye to my friend
I thought she'd never get out alive
When the mission blew up both ends
I now stand on the city line where once I waited for my comrade, my lover and my friend
I step into Berlin to see her ghost in time but nothing comprehends
I hear the guns, I hear the cries
The silence of death and screaming nightmares never lies
I see a figure looking at the point of line
I see a figure, a female, aged of war and time
I see a lady I think I once knew for a time
I walk toward her with a tearful smile
I hold out my hand and ask her to go and risk the extra mile
She smiles and says so many years have passed since she stood here waiting for her friend
So many tears for losing sight in a mission to bring it to an end
As she reaches for my hand she looks into my eyes
Tears flow behind the shimmering view of love lost to that fight
We stand and realise who we are, she steps over the line
The war, the mission, the memories and risks now are dead in time
Berlin is where I see her beautiful smile as we stand here hand in hand
Berlin was where we once lost love
In Berlin we found our love again
When I first visited Saigon
Learning the Saigon Shuffle
Was difficult
And now 24 years later
It all seems to be coming back
There is an art to crossing the street
Dodging the motor cyclists, the taxis, the private cars
The bikes and other pedestrians and the buses
The art consists of letting the big guys go first
Then walk between the motorcycles and cyclists
Trusting that they will get out of your way
And they being masters of the Saigon shuffle
Always find a way
In my two visits I was struck
By how it all flows together
Without a central authority
And with almost no planning
Lights or cops
Somehow it just is
And somehow it works
And it is still a mystery to me
24 years after first
Encountering the Saigon shuffle
Now, Father McGee and Parishioner Finn
Stood out in front, by the road
Each of them holding a sign on a stick
with a message with spoke of forebode
McGee's sign said " THE END IS NEAR"
Finn's--- " TURN 'ROUND, BEFORE IT'S TO LATE "
Soon came a car speeding on by
With a driver who looked real irate
"GET OUT OF THE ROAD, YOU DOOMSDAY NUTS"
Yelled the driver, while increasing his speed
Just seconds later the pair heard a screech
And a very loud splash there indeed !
McGee turned to Finn, said "It's Happened again
This message I'm beginning to doubt"
Finn then suggested perhaps a new sign
Stating simply " The Bridge is washed out"
Jesus is the way, truth, and life
for only through Him shall you enter
into the day of rest
through the power of the resurrection
where all things have been placed under His feet
bringing victory over all creation
pouring out the spirit unto those who believe
that all man, have available in this moment
a clean overflowing cup to ingest
breaking the bondage of the firstborn
or circumcising the old flesh
leaving the lack of knowledge to wither
down to the roots in which it sprout
for the emptiness has been witnessed
to be transplanted from a broken seed
that must die in order to live
with truth as the foundation
and spirit to bring nourishment
living among ones in the harvest
being pulled in together as a hen with chicks
no longer trying to build on their own laws and desires
which lead to destruction
or forcing the gardener to work
when all has been created
that one might live in abundance
By allowing the Lord to give new direction
for He shall walk with and open the gate
all things to produce is instilled
with the eyes fixed on the word
that we might get out of the way
in order to be sculpted
to bring glory to the Father
that He may use the new creation
to lead another into rest
get out your words and try
try to make everything all right
sling them like arrows
into the gauntlet of time
do they even know
what they're trying to find
or do they just need to unwind
this old man played
too many knick-knacks too many times
too many paddy whacks to give his dog a bone
and that's okay... he's got his syllables
to lead him... astray ...or guide him home
it doesn't matter... they love to roam
over the highways and byways
through space and time
through the intricate mazes
of his heart and mind
not looking to mean anything
but to be happily lost.. like petals in the breeze
fluttering, floating and flying free
that's all they've ever needed to be
but if they could find their way
to a better place on some promising day
and could kiss you long enough
sink hard enough and deep enough
they'd never be forgotten
When Sara and I take our walk each day,
We usually go the same old way.
Today we decided to make a change,
We decided to make our walk free range.
We went to a park named Natural Springs.
It had a dog park and playground with swings.
We chose a trail with overhanging trees,
We had a full sun, but also a breeze.
I saw a small path that led to a stream,
But Sara said, “the path’s too extreme.”
I gave her my, I really want to look,
And she said, “I’ll sit here and read my book.”
I walked a few minutes, looking about,
Then thought, I’m not sure just how to get out.
It wasn’t long ‘til I found the right path.
I crossed the stream without taking a bath.
There was my Sara, as I topped the hill,
She told her new squirrel friend, “here comes my Bill.”
We shared my adventure as we walked away,
We were glad we tried a different way.
I am journeying on the straight path of life listening to the music of wisdom and following migrant birds wherever they roam, they have magic in their wings to soar in the skies and when they land on the shore I watch them take a shower in the water and use their beaks to rake up their feather and put on new clothes, such is the wisdom of birds. I want my cabin full of them and a keeper to take care of them and when my spirit is down I want all of the birds to gather around me and sing the bird symphony. The space between us is large, the space between us is covered with asphalt, the space between us is dark. I am looking for a path to get out of the yard, I am looking for a place where I can breathe fresh air, the stench is rising up in the sun and all the scavengers are on the run. Come and swim in the ocean with me and listen to the ocean string and watch the symphony ride up the hill. The fish are dancing and flicking in the sky and the universe is bidding the sun goodbye, It is going on a journey to the north pole to examine the ice sheath in the ground and measure the space between the south pole and the north pole, the temperature is rising and the ice is melting; there is a space between us and it runs on an imaginary line that is stitched up in the sky. The space between us is getting larger and a multitude of women and young girls are marching up the hill in colorful clothes smiling at the distance and waving banners, they spread out on every corner, on the hill and on the playing fields. The men have formed a loop walking without shoes behind the women with their sneakers around their neck and they are almost out of breath. The spaces between us is long and wide, the space between us has formed a pinnacle in the sky.