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"Bat Crazy 5"
Some say
she was batsh** crazy
life hits the windscreens
in the labyrinth of life
that way
the foot remains pinned
to the metal, fast to the floor
full speed, left brained left hand
holding hard-gripped the gear stick
an upwards inflection, “You know”,
in the Queen’s Land, "all under control"
the open palm under the shaft
moving all the way up to 5,
reflecting on the mirror rearview
she watches the eyes
of her child
dreaming of open highways
the foot remains pinned
to the metal, fast to the floor
full speed, left brained left hand
holding hard-gripped the gear stick
never once moving from 5
the left all the way up to targa 5
right hand up on the wheel
left hand down right up to 5
windows spitting emeralds
like a baphomet
the two finger salute
the other above so below
watches on
"here we go again",
the 1 above it all
watches on
as above so below
that 1's long-suffering
that way, aghast, but resolute,
that 1 has never-ending reserves
of eternal patience
and watches on
perplexed
her mind geared on
how to kill off
a spider
and his sister, next
changing lanes
easier said than done
when you're hell-bent on
Freedom
the highway sign
Happy New Year
flashes ever onwards by,
foot to the floor
left brain baffled
at forgiveness
at Christmas
long gone by
right hand on the wheel
left hand down
open palmed
shifting gears
accelerating increduality
towards the accuracy
in the justice of karma
drivers sitting on both shoulders
inside the vehicle
holding the wheel
the internal speaks
to the universe
listening
for kindness
and answers
on a lost highway
Blue Sky
nods, as if in agreement,
that 1's always amused -
but never confused, that way
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“Is it possible to switch dimensions?
There is currently no conceivable way to get to these if they exist, and they may only be possible, not actual. To travel between realities, they need to be in proximity. To be in proximity and not interact, they need to be incompatible. If it is a compatible universe you could travel to, it is already here.”
"Won’t you let me know,
if you made it home that night
Oh won’t you let me know
If our bones made it home alright..."
Yes, spring has sprung and the bat phone is ringing.
Dragon is at it again! He grabbed his cape! No kidding!
Wouldn’t you know! Here we go, with his eyes to the sky.
Look out bad guys! He’s soaring up in the air, so say bye-bye.
In this case there was a fire, some place, Dragon was needed NOW!
A little girl lost in a fire so hot, and no one can find her, somehow!
So Dragon came in, flew right in, but she wasn’t anywhere on top.
The basement next, there she sat balled up, real close, & so scared.
She was protecting her kittens and a momma cat! And she was in tears!
Dragon to the rescue! He saved all the little ones, huddled in great fear.
He pushed them outside through the basement window, isn’t he a dear?
Tho he naturally, wouldn’t fit through that window, that was so near!
He climbed slowly up the steps, where the house was totally engulfed.
But, never fear, he’s a Dragon, my dear, flames simply don’t bother him.
He got to the back door, as a volunteer fireman, totally hosed him down.
Literally, ALL the way down, to the basement again! HEY! Silly Clown!
The fireman, the Sheriff of Crazyland, was trying to hold the hose, tight!
Out of control, he blew Dragon, back down in the hole! Until, the others…
Could grab it away! The Sheriff of Crazyland, still wanting to be helpful…
He took the little girl and cats to her Mom! So HE was called the hero!
He got a photo taken, for a newspaper spread, as Yep! Here we go again!
By the time Dragon got out, few were about, as the fear had gone away.
And Dragon’s chance to be a hero, well that too, had flown far, that day.
Now, WE ALL KNOW, the great thing he, absolutely, himself, had done.
Later, he’d leave the mascot title behind, to become a Full Fledge Fireman.
But he wouldn’t be there to receive it, until later that next day, you see…
For now, he’s too busy, chasing the Sheriff of CrazyLand, all over the place.
And guess what! He made the front page under the Hero Sheriff, that said…
“That Crazy Dragon! Guess What? He’s at It AGAIN… Chasing the Hero!”
But Don’t Worry, I made him a New Cape! And I called the newspapermen.
So he got a correction, on what happened, along with news of his promotion!
Next day, Umm, on the very LAST page. Oh, Well! Sigh! Can’t win them all.
But you and I… We will always know… The End
What would it be like to start all over again,
I mean isn’t that the reason, so many of us pen,
It just opens up every unknown possibility,
Some beautiful some dark, others downright ugly,
But alas the truth is, we’ll probably never know,
Unless I endeavor to reverse time’s flow,
Oh here we go again, he’s still living in the past,
Well actually I’m not, it’s more a forecast,
Picturing the future, not as hard as it seems,
We do it every night, yeah but only in dreams,
Still have to wake up, and face tomorrow,
Make ends meet, work, pay back what we borrow,
Now this is the bit where I go quite insane,
Stand back as I cast off these holding chains,
Oh Christ! he’s just done another line of cocaine,
No I’m clean and sober, or so I maintain,
Gonna get hypnotized by this shrink I know,
Put in a permanent stupor, my life I’ll forego,
Wander this planet, with my head in the clouds,
On every continent have a fabulous house,
Leave behind the rat race, start a new religion,
Where there’s no big brother, and no supervision,
Do all this by surrogate, from my own living room,
Embedded forever in this simulated womb,
Will make time go slowly, say one minute a year,
So a day is a Millennium, time will almost disappear,
When I make love will last, the whole century long,
The agony of ecstasy, oh my will is so strong,
Passion will be bliss, happiness put on tap,
No death, gonna rid my world of all this crap,
Write beautiful poetry, til the cows come home,
Muse about Italy, Venice, Naples and Rome,
Oh god I’m flying high, soaring unchained,
Not an ache in my body, slight twinge or pain,
A demigod of nature, gladiator fighting to be free,
come on join in, spend a moment here with me,
All the haters, you’ll be expelled to hell,
Liars and time wasters, yeah you as well,
I will not stop, gonna raise the dead,
Well only the good ones, under my bed?
Boy that was great, was it good for you too,
And for a moment, I was really there, it’s true,
No need to get drunk, wasted out of my mind,
Open up your imagination, it’s simply sublime.
85 billion neurons, in the average human brain,
Stars in the Milky Way, more or less the same,
Please listen when I tell you, never be restrained,
Reality of truth’s alive, not to find it is a shame.
By
David Kavanagh
ELOQUENT GEMS
Part 1
Been told I wrote an eloquent gem,
So here we go again, in this game that's needs to be renamed,
Intervened by dreams and quoted, far fetched but relevant preached quotes,
Ya read them and hopefully awoke stoked and provoked by what ya reading,
Exercising the power of fluent, forceful, and appropriate speech and some,
To teach this narrator purposeful and adequate ways to reach ya,
Reaching every one, everybody engaged, but seeing brings anger and outrage,
Instead you disengage and exchange for more delusions,
You’re back staged, illusions are here to stay and covers the rage,
Wagging a war, you foresaw the age of the future, confusion played,
Upgrade your software, I saw a decade of the super computer, the renegade,
We are all slayed and dismayed by this program, state this and never fade,
Inner Man made man within a quantum system generating under laid grenades till this day,
Ok, today are you afraid, a castaway that outstayed their stay and didn’t feel welcome,
You just got told, so unfold what sold you out, without a fake mold you hold as YOU,
You think you are you? You really do, don’t you, you do! Help!!!....
Few see and meet the inner self,
Even fewer know the inner voice and align with it,
It’s where the real wealth resides with no movement of a mouth,
With stealth controlled emotions, no speaking,
Finally waking up from sleeping,
Removing thoughts of corrosion,
From your mental conceptual health,
You're never seeking stories of wisdom along with real spiritual self-help.
I'm a man with Solomon’s devotion, yeah this is consciousness evolution,
Dam am I possessed, best be checking if I have a demonic spirit?
I ran from you did I? Lies!!! My mind flies higher than yours, your nowhere near it,
Your unfit to even come close to me, your lies will die with no stories to follow,
Your future stories die and didn’t play out in the past, time starts to travel fast,
At last I see a vast array of the distant past, seeing through the hour glass, I master this craft,
Your floating away, fast, slowly, fast slowly, no consciously aware natural flow, your actions don’t show........
To be continued.........
Quincy Mac
date written: 5.12.2015
# 89
...And now a poem by Red:
...And we all say "forget it"
...I just want your kiss
Agent Arkansas 90766 BETA
Alone and Love
An encyclopedia of Lore history
Apples and the worm
Black Angel
Broken day
C-o-l-o-r...course our life off road
Can you find me now?
Confused by Confusion
Crack (the story of Donald)
Dawn
Destroyed
Did somebody call a Doc?
E-M-E-R-A-L-D
Emerald Lives Forever
Energy
Everybody's hurt
Finally A Song About The Things No One Seems To Care About
Forging George
Frozen Poems
Glass (story of Bonnie)
Good Friday
Goodbye you
He's in a rush
Heightened
Hello?
Hope "Sweetheart's" wedding doesn't suck
I can't title perfection- Title: Unnotified
I Hate This Part (idk)
I may be no Rambling Poet ((Tar form))
I'm a rheonotic
I'm leaving -I'm gone
I'm not done yet, Doc
Intro - The 'Real' Sonnet
It just so happens to be
Jared Pickett
Just kidding
Kar-ma
Kilometer
Kiss
Laugh with me
Laying low
Lost all sanity
Lost it all
Lost me key
Lost myself in Mexico
Love the rules
My confession
My frozen fountain of youth
My last poem
My Swoon
My victoria
Never...O.k. maybe one more time...and then never
New World of Old News
Nightheart's begining
Not your daddy's roses are red
Oh, here we go again, Doc
On Wednesday ((Tar Form))
Over and Over again
PDA: the next slam
Poems on Fire
Poetic?
R-4-E-7-D-0
Re-Confession
Remember this
Rheonotic
Rusty
Shhhhhh
Simle tune
So?
Solitary
Stop the violence!- and let me join in
Supernova
T-R-Y-I-N-G
Take down #0459587
That gut feeling that makes you laugh
The Beginning of Breaking down
The Great Sun God
The Night's Heart
The smartest thing I've ever done
The way I want to feel
The wise old man
This is how I feel (You and I/The damned and dead/Hell wants you too/hours and hours)
This one's for real
This way out
To bad.
Today is my day
Traffic (the story of Johnny)
Underneath the Upside-down
Unicorns are not made of corn
Unintended
Vampire fun facts
Verbal Altercation
Waiting?
War and Feast
War-Locked with a Poet Destory
Welcome to the throne room (Doc, it's not a slam)
Welcome to...
What we've come to
Why do we cry?
Why the world left me
Willing attack (What's left)
Wonder
Writers block (the story of Ronald)
Z2A in A2Z Order
Dragon really shouldn’t have borrowed the penguins, away from the Zoo.
Now he was their baby sitter at the lake, from morning till night, so true.
Not to mention a catasaurus was now stalking, his delightful little friends.
The Trolls volunteered their time, to help defend those cute ones, to the end.
He wanted to take them everywhere, wherever he could and had ever been.
Though most of those we’d been kicked out of… Well, here we go again.
First we passed our illustrious church, where the organ and voices rang on.
But as the penguins began to sing, it came out a screech, so I hurried them along.
Next we went to the local Ice cream Stand, where the Trolls devoured icy delights.
Brain freezes naturally ensued, so the penguins sat on their heads, what a sight!
The crowd applauded such an ingenious save, now penguin hats, are all the rage.
The Mayor gave them animal service vests, so in the news, he wouldn’t be upstaged.
This allowed them into the Mall, where lit fountains flow, a fascinating place, indeed!
Dragon became their slide, as the kids marveled at their fancy whoop-de-do deeds.
Next dragon herded them to a western shop, for sunbonnets, cowboy hats, and duds.
The mayor up for re-election, again, came along, and also got completely, gussied up.
Next was a candy store, where Dragon bought them a few, Yep, they’re like all kids.
A sugar rush ensued. Dragon reeled them in, before: who knew what, heaven forbid!
He even had to get them, out of the skylights, not easy for a bird that doesn’t fly…
But by directing them to the ice ring… he let them wear off their lengthy sugar high.
At the Mall Food Court, was sushi, and the children got to feed, the penguins they knew.
Naturally, the further they went, the more crowds ensued, until they bid the mall adieu.
But first they went to the bookstore, as yes, penguins like to read and be read to, too.
They’re now planning a penguin adventure book, ‘All the Things a Penguin Can Do’.
Then leaving the crowds, they went home on Dragon’s back, a lakeside nap, overdue.
Now I ask you very simply, if the penguins were yours to baby sit, so true…
Where, oh where, would you go… with such a precious little cargo, and you?
“They Stole My Crown”
©2021 Jerry Brotherton
On the eve of Coronation Day, the old king had lost the fight.
He called his court jesters together; told them something didn’t seem quite right.
All in my kingdom love me, I’m the best there’s ever been.
No way they’d vote against me, there’s no way I did not win.
So, he tied his note to a bird, sent his message across the land.
Said I need you at the castle, and we will make a glorious stand.
The King was boldly decorated but looked slightly overdone.
He stood before the rabble and said, beautiful people, your time has come.
He proclaimed that it was up to them, to keep him on the throne.
So go on down to the palace and fight, and I will stay right here at home.
Chorus:
The rebels and the rascals,
dressed in wild and strange costumes.
Rushed through the door and across the floor,
and crawled in and out of every room.
They yelled to hang the bastard,
they yelled to burn the witch.
They searched high and low for anyone,
to satisfy their murderous itch.
But all the Lords and the Ladies, had locked themselves in the meeting hall.
They promised that when it was over, they would gladly hang them all.
To the King it meant nothing, and he crawled into his bed.
Dreams of still ruling in the morn, rattling around like marbles in his head.
Meanwhile, back in the banquet hall, the guards did finally arrive.
They found the king was mistaken, and everyone was still quite alive.
They nervously called up the king, on his gold-covered phone.
Told him dude, looks like you still lose, you’ll no longer sit upon the throne.
(Repeat Chorus)
Now, in the meeting room, the royals gathered, led by the bastard and the witch.
They sat around the judgment table and voted to kick the old king to the ditch.
The four-year nightmare was over, all the losers we’re now leaving.
Everyone let out a huge sigh and said it’s a miracle we’re still breathing.
Just as the country shut its eyes, to dream of prosperous days to come.
The royals placed the crown atop the head, of a senile, stumbling, old bum.
And here we go again...
Well, the King and Queen stood before the rabble…
The sounds of the pipes and drums skirled still in my ears. I knew it was the kind of music that brought him to his knees in tears. "Sandwich?" "Sausage Roll?" Oh here we go again, that nosey little woman who lives at number ten.
Swishing by in her twin set and pearls, butter wouldn't melt but I can smell the mixture of sweat and talcum powder. White dust covering the floor of my bathroom a memory I have from many years before.
"Where was he when it happened?" "I didn't know he was ill". Well they know now don't they, my head still in a whirl. Funerals are such a strange occasion where we are all nice to those we've never kept in touch with for years, ok, so maybe that has been my fault, I do keep myself to myself a lot.
I liked him you know, he was that man with the highly polished shoes, back straight, shirt and tie and fond of wearing blues. Mysterious at times he was, he struck me as being deep. Fought in wars he did, well, so I do believe. Not many here for him and him a war hero too. Far too many new people in the street, he was known by very few.
That’s them, drinks out now, forget about the tea. The War Hero’s son is on a spending spree. Whisky, gin and vodka, the bowling club members are here, glasses are chinking and they’ve already had their beer. “He had a good turnout” “He’s at peace now and free” but all I keep thinking is what about me.
What’s this life all about? Ok sometimes it’s sad but then again when I am out with my pals it can be happy a little bit mad. “Swing yer tights” was our catch phrase when dancing on the disco floor. Screaming at the disc jockey to play that Abba song just one time more. Black, it’s black everywhere, is that what it’s going to be, all I can think right now is what about me.
What about me? Who will turn up at the crematorium door? What next for me, you know this funeral tea brings it all out in me. Makes me think, even if I have to put up with Mrs Tanner's stink. I've got it! Yes! Yes! A brilliant idea!
It is, it is. I am going to leave instructions loud and clear. My headstone - it should read:
Been there
Done it
Got the headstone
For I’ve been here before.
Insatiable thirst and hunger
A bottomless materialistic pit
Always something for nothing
Prop your feet up; you’re the ****
Narcissist lazy behavior
Spoiled childish attitude
Snowflakes; everybody’s a winner
Except for people like me and you
They want it all
Dedicated to useless social tasks
Judgmental of others
Sluggish and fat
Passion for wealth
Absence of worth
Fickleness nature
Self-esteem at its worst
No goals intended
Overwhelmed and tired
False-self dominates
Tranquility expires
Choked by emotions
Drowning in desires
Wicked ambitions
Self-indulgence on fire
Lost in luxuries
Blinded by hope
Delusions of adequacy
Tempered by dope
Literary studies
Lost thing of the past
The perception of knowledge
Builds up real fast
Enthusiasm for fame
Appeal to pointless facts
We’re creating an illusionary world
We may never get back
Chasing a fictitious image
A nightmarish dream comes true
Delusions of adequacy
Creates a facade of virtue
The traditional view
The path to acquire
Loaded with debt
Bankrupt with desire
Our culture is afflicted
Materialism grabs hold
Misguided expectations
Hedonic treadmill creates a black hole
History has tried to teach us
The pains had no effect
No lessons learned in life
The cards dealt shows a slow death
The comfort of emotions
The greediness starts to blend
Before we become aware
Here we go again
Funny, how ironic
Human nature can be
Blind drives of biology
Now a destructive quality
New desires will take place
Old compulsions will disappear
Life will be driven
By the avoidance of new fears
A new set of beliefs
A new course in life
Is really what’s needed
For autonomy in our life
Acknowledge our predicament
Self-respect matters most
Virtue and honor
Is what I hope and propose
This generation
Can change what’s been done
We're in this together
We're in this as one
Selfless
Productive
Compassionate
Clarity of mind
Sin
Greed
And gluttony
Pass away all in due time
The past tells a story
Opportunity to understand; to know
Everything that has happened in life
Was necessary for our growth
The beeper sounded, the heart beat stopped - we all knew what to do
Automatic reactions come into place - when life saving's down to you
Adrenaline now, and check his oxygen, we don’t want to damage his brain
Get the paddles charged quickly, we may be needing them again
A flicker, a trace, the heats starts to beat
A pat on the shoulder a whispered “Well done again death we did cheat”
I smile at the face belonging - to the hand congratulating me
A glow of light shining in his eyes, that are looking but don't see.
A smile content, a smile unknown - I did not know his name
The beepers flashed the monitor flat lined, here we go again.
Defibrillation I yell, make it quick - what’s his pressure now?
The comforting man beside me proceeded to mop my brow.
He said “Stop and think and remember, you really must stay calm”
Only three times defibrillation- rushed decisions can do more harm.
I nodded in agreement, but who did he think he was to tell me
I would have words with him after this, then who’s in charge he would see.
He whispered “Amiodarone” I looked at him- his manner confident
The comfort in his eyes - my temper did relent.
I administered the Amiodarone, his beat settled - I could relax a little bit
I would not have this assistant though implying - I might be losing it.
“Stitch him up I am done, how are his vital signs?”
I turned to the man to question, his aim which was me to undermine.
The man with the light in his eyes was gone, I wanted to know where
The surgical team looked at me with a look close to despair.
I looked at my patient on the table to reassure myself he was good
I recognised his comforting face - I never thought I would.
The man with the light in his eyes was lying with tubes all over
I checked his notes and felt very strange on turning the first page over.
The man was a Doctor, a Cardiologist who nearly died upon my table
But this was the man that reminded me- to remain calm if I was able.
I felt faint I did not know what to do this man had died twice in front of me
How could he have been beside me, but then no one else did see?