Long Interrupt Poems
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Grandma's Calling
A subtle truth, I want to convey...
I long, to see you, before it's too late.
Come share a laugh, exchange a smile...
Will you sit next to me, and stay for awhile?
Spend time with me, I am feeling alone...
Give me reassurance as I face the unknown.
My heart is fading; I am giving it my all...
I long to talk with you, will you please call?
I know life is busy; I don't want to interrupt...
I will not be a burden, I won't ask that much.
My sight wanes, as I try to see through...
That life is still worth living, because of you.
My spirit is willing, but, my flesh grows weak...
I will always love you, is the promise I shall keep.
This chapter in life will soon come to a close.
I do not know when, I just wanted you to know.
Before that time arrives, I want to see you again...
To share a laugh, a smile, a hug before my time ends.
By: Erin Werner/1 John 4:8 God is love.
Why does everyone drive the same car you do?
I never noticed blue cars before
But now they’re everywhere
I’m looking for fragments of you in crowded parking lots
Slowing down at intersections and glancing into oncoming traffic
Every windshield has my attention until it reveals a stranger’s face
Every blue car becomes a question
Every one becomes hope that lives for a second
I find myself searching for you without intention
But I’m microdosing disappointment
Because it’s rarely you
This small town has too many versions of blue
And every one makes my heart speed up
Just a glance
A smile
A silhouette
The knowing you saw me too
And hoping the thought of me lingered
I wonder if I accidentally interrupt your day the same way you do mine
Have your eyes ever searched for the orange?
Only to realize
It was just another stranger headed somewhere
And wasn’t me
Maybe you don’t search for me at all
Or maybe you do
I’ll probably never know
And maybe there aren’t that many blue cars
Maybe once you’ve loved someone
The world starts painting itself in their colors
The Earl of Sandwich created the sandwich, so it is alleged,
So as not to interrupt a gamblin' game in which he'd hedged!
If he'd used his given name, Montague, for that repast instead,
We'd be eatin' "Montagues", not sandwiches, with our bread!
I 'spose it was the genesis of fast foods with its debut.
It's outlasted passing fads such as meat and cheese fondue.
Entrepreneurs since have created every type of combination,
To slap between two slices of bread for our delectation!
As soon as they're weened, kids want betwixt their bread,
Peanut butter and any kind of jelly, liberally spread!
Who can resist a delectable sandwich of cheese and salami,
Or slices of rye, piled high with mustard and pastrami?
Ain't nothin' like a reuben with beef, cheese and sauerkraut,
Between rye with horseradish hot enough to make you shout!
Even those fried egg sandwiches my Mom fixed for school,
I could hardly wait to eat - even they made me drool!
From steaks, chops and mashed pertaters I can refrain,
But I really do need my sandwich fix now and again.
It's makin' me salivate just writin' about all this baloney,
So I think I'll go fix myself a rye, cheese and pepperoni!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Right Reserved)
Pinocchio don’t want
to be no real boy no more
Too many strings attached
He can’t do this or that
Tic Tac Toe
Everybody telling him
what to do, where to go
He can’t go with no flow
No more wild oats to sew.
He’d rather be
that puppet without strings
Drinking with his buddies
Listen to them sing
Liar liar, pants on FIRE!
So what if there’s some burnt wood?
Things they be fun in the hood
Only real boys gotta be good.
Jiminy Cricket
He miss that little fellow
Conduit of conscience caution
Kinda entertaining, sorta?
To bad he wasn’t more mellow
He heard Jiminy fell on soft times,
tripped head first into a bowl of jello
Ironically it was lime green
He got chomped
Curtain call! Jiminy’ final scene.
Pinocchio’s mad
You see
real boys they gotta grow up
Lessons need learning
Fun? Hell no, something will always interrupt
Eyes forward
Become the teachers pet
The best it ain’t happened yet
Some decisions magical boys regret
He learns the lessons
Grows up, shuts up
Becomes the thing he once was
Just another puppet
But this time
somebody else pulls the strings.
My sister Annick fixed me, locked me in, with cold, blue eyes as she sat down slowly next to me at the table. “I’m a surgeon,” she said, not quite casually, “a board certified surgeon.”
I give her a questioning look.
“I could take your steak knife,” she says, eyeing it, “plunge it into your neck - and oh, sure, there’d be a question or two but in the end - I’d walk away clean.”
“I don’t think,” I start saying…
Tears well to near overflowing in her turquoise eyes. “I came in - officer” she says, sounding stunned and surreal. “She was having a convulsion, she exhibited severe cyanosis, I couldn’t clear her airway, it was a classic tonic-clonic seizure.” she goes on, her voice rising to near panic with the diagnosis.
“You’d never…” I start to interrupt but she gently covers my mouth with her left hand while gathering the handle of the serrated silver steak knife, expertly, into her right hand.
“I attempted to perform a tracheostomy,” she continues in a traumatized but professional voice. “but as I began a transverse incision above the sternal notch,” *a tear rolls down her cheek*, “Anais suffered a severe generalized-onset seizure and convulsed, forcefully into the knife”
“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!” I confess suddenly, as if under oath, in court.
There’s a moment of still silence.
“And when,” she asked, wiping away the tear and turning the knife for a downward thrust. “Were you going to mention it?!”
“NOW! - before dinner!” I look around the empty room - for help - for a sympathetic jury. “It was an ACCIDENT! - I’m SORRRRYYYY!” I plead.
My sister slowly sets down the knife and says deliberately, purposefully - like a death sentence: “My Valentino sheer floral-lace top is STAINED.”
”I can Fix it!” I insist in a rush.
“Keep out of my room - and my stuff.” she grumbles, “And REMEMBER what I said,” she adds as she pats the knife before getting up and leaving the room.
“I WILL’” I promise to her back.
A second later, my mom sweeps in from the opposite direction.
“What’s up” she asks.
“Nothing” I almost whisper, head down.
As I drew closer to the bedroom door,
through keyhole I peeked as I knelt on the floor.
And there she lay on a bed soft as clouds,
with barely a shadow to act as a shroud.
Quietly I crept while she peacefully slept,
a picture of beauty, I took and I kept.
I was sure not to wake her, I would not dare,
from her wonderful dreams, never to tear.
I wondered what dream she would choose to keep,
a token taken from a sleep so deep.
To interrupt my heart would not allow,
just nearing and peering like circling fowl.
Suddenly I touched her, I could not resist,
she awoke startled, clawed me and hissed.
Then Fluffy the cat scurried under the bed
and I had to snuggle with a pillow instead.
1/1/19
Domestic assault is a pattern, an omen,
Condoned with a pre thought out phrase,
From the predictable man with predictable words,
Excusing his fist that was raised.
For others to hear:
“It only happened once,
Baby, I love you, it won’t happen again,
You don’t know the whole story,
She’ll tell you you’ve got it wrong,”
But he’ll blame her:
“Why did you make me so angry,
Why didn’t you just listen,
Why did you make me do that,
Why did you interrupt me,”
Then he plays the victim:
“It hurts me that you made me do that,
Couldn’t you see I was doing something,
I told you to leave me alone, you ignored me,
All I wanted was time to myself,”
Ending with threats:
“You’re lucky you didn’t make me more angry,
I could have really hurt you,
Don’t do it again baby, or I’ll give you worse,
You deserve everything I give you.”
Say no, walk away, start again.
Gathered with sister, my mother and kleenex,
Oblivious to our red noses, facial poses and tears,
Nudging each other with movie memory reflex -
Each of us embrace characters long held as dear.
We submit joyously to this continuous, intense escape
Inside the lives of scandalous Scarlett and romantic Rhett.
Trials and tribulations of civil war, deceit and love shape
Heaven and hell into a dramatic, unforgettable duet.
Torn, we watch as hunger, fear and surrounding violent war,
Harms character’s hearts and more discouragements pour.
Enemy destruction devastates Southern life and lore.
While wishing true love’s fulfillment for Rhett’s desirous heart,
Inevitably his sexy charm will wham our hearts like a wild lamb.
No one should dare interrupt our favorite, dramatic film art, or
Disturb Rhett’s last line, “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.”
On a cold, dark, winter day at the end of November
I checked into a mental hospital, for what? I can't remember.
I must mention that the people there were crazier than I
So, at first, I could not help but be a little bit shy.
First, I met a depressed woman who was receiving ECT
I shouldn't have been surprised the next day when she couldn't remember me.
Then, I met a girl who claimed she heard the voice of God
The fact that she was deaf made this claim somewhat odd.
Nurses said a woman was doing the “Haldol Shuffle*” because of her meds
Meds can make you dance? I wondered, that’s not what those ads said.
I met a lady who I heard others saying was a bit impulsive
When she introduced himself eight times I saw she was really obsessive-compulsive,
There was a woman being rude with multiple personalities present
She obviously outnumbered me so off to my room I went.
There I met my neighbour who spoke to a person of her creation
I would've said hi, but thought it rude to interrupt their conversation.
Another girl came into the hospital shortly after I arrived
She was a attacked by a wild animal she thought she saw, but thankfully revived.
After awhile of this I began to wonder why am I even here?
I think I'll leave. I’m not near as crazy, that much is clear.
I spoke with the doctor and he agreed that I was perfectly sane
I didn’t need to be there at all, nothing was wrong with my brain.
Yes, these things might seem strange, but they are definitely true
You can even ask the unicorn next to me who was there too!! (NOT)
Bear Believe and Wait till They Get Death
Still stop for a more second,
What you gain of rushes and run,
Leave restlessness stand still on land
You can achieve what heart burn.
Perhaps ,peep in the past some hints
May find,fear of losing fairest hide
That reveal from heart, tears let flow with wind,
Don't interrupt ownself let feelings tide.
To high Heaven take a height of flight,
In middle many monsters you may find,
Make prayer till that not become plight,
Stop whispers of surrounding,loud own mind.
Swans don't step back,don't memory left
Bear believe and wait till they get death.