Long Locker Poems
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Daddy's girl
Sinks
To Davy Jones' locker
Of grief.
Dad's earth-shattering goodbye,
So sudden, cruel.
Suicide, no note.
She's too numb
To feel the tsunami
Of looming pain.
In utter disbelief.
Her best friend
Mouths " I'm sorry for your loss"
She mutters
A barely audible "Thank you"
With downcast eyes.
Still numb, in denial.
Pain in her heart unmistakably visible
On face full of tears.
Nothing seems to make sense.
She sits up from bed
Gazing longingly
Into a tenebrious abyss,
Going through a litany of regrets
And missed warning signs.
A sea of confusion
Endlessly churning
In her mind, filled...
With one word question,
"WHY"?
Date written: 12/28/2021
Nearly lost my at work because….
…yes someone has died and I think you might be
next
Turn that frown
…only if gravity changes
Are you okay
…well I was until you came closer
Can I phone anyone for you
….the hospital tell them your blood type
I again not a psychopath
but their is definitely traces
If you need a shoulder to cry on
always pick the one with a hunch
Would you like to talk
not really haven’t stopped for most of my life
The person who bought the thing
that the thought they liked
doesn’t
Sony gave away their stock vr units with the new ps5
Sorry that’s an advert in my poem
then I want a percent
Aging …………………………………my poetry
beyond the abed bird
Not having a good day
excuse me I just need to fill up my chainsaw it is in my locker
Bazball pimps now shrimps on the barbie
So low did stoop scoop of Nincompoop soup
Trumpet the thump it Bazball strumpet crumpet
Bravado of trio with brio plus lardo & avocado
Braggadocio Pinocchio mumbo jumbo gumbo
Bizarre under par no cigar mis-steak tartare
Phony baloney mony mony minestrone
Fish & swish delish dish of death wish Gibberish
Wacky ego from hero to zero tacky shi*show taco
Don’t give a f*ck not once but twice spliced duck
Flame grilled chances spilled one trick pony
Gobbledygook spooked overcooked zabaglione
Slurry in a hurry won’t worry say sorry curry
Baggie green vented spleen terrine
Why would you even risk it brisket
Takes the proverbial herbal verbal biscuit
Ashes hope killer dope quesadilla
Oz supernova it’s already over Dover sole
Lamb to the ripsnorter slaughter
Drole rigmarole goad toad in the hole
Baz puns like Mao’s guns in bao buns
Gory no glory story does bore me Tandoori
Bazball goals down golf holes silly sausage rolls
Canned slices of fanned tanned Barmy army
Starc tsunami lark umami like spiced pastrami
Bavette baguette of bet will forget any regret
Baz & Ben flower pot men smarmy salami
Stumble derails still no humble pie tales
Scallops with dollops of lolloping Codswallop
Bazball boast spit roast with burnt toast trollop
Snipe this tripe is as ripe as our Gripe
Gabbatoir bete noir Pom bomb Dauphinoise
Done like a kipper without Warne’s flipper
Stellar Aussie fella mortadella from the cellar
Hoodwink stink of our skipper.. all cheesy hype
Shocker if this is our Test best.. zest of fu*k fest
In the locker of Davy call in the navy cos Bazball ain’t gravy
Dad where is your soul?
Is it important, what's its role?
I keep reading of heart and soul
What part of me does it control?
Sweetheart it's hard to explain
It's not physical not like your brain
It is like a locker you have to maintain
Things about you, it would contain
Dad this locker, are you sure it's real?
Is it like sadness something you feel?
In my book, it said a soul could heal
I'm so confused, help me, I appeal
Sweetheart it's not easy to see.
Let's say your locker has a key
The key you share with God and he,
Can see goodness, your life decree
Dad my soul is it a religious thing
Everyone has one from here to Beijing
Muslim, Christian, pauper or king
It seems more than religion can bring
Sweetheart your "soul locker" is divine
For all those who believe we can shine
To see what we are, our emotional spine
Your God has the key to your inner shrine
Dad, now I see my souls true intent
My legacy, morals what I represent
I can let in religion, with my consent
My soul is the true me, that I present
They never saw me—not really.
Only the outline I traced in the halls,
A whisper of denim and shy glances,
A ghost who smiled too politely.
They passed notes like grenades,
Laughed too loudly
When the silence was breaking me.
I wore their words like a second skin—
Tight, blistering,
But invisible to them.
You asked if I was okay once—
But your eyes flicked away
Before the truth had a chance to crawl out.
Still,
That was kind,
Compared to the others
Who carved their stories into my name
Without ever asking for mine.
I screamed,
But only inside,
Where echoes get lost
In the ribcage's corners.
And when I disappeared,
They asked,
“Why didn’t she say something?”
As if silence isn’t something we’re taught
By the ones who pretend
They’re listening.
crisp white uniform
like pure white ocean foam
his eyes navy blue
for he winked at the sea
his shoes polished squid-ink black
with superior shine
his medals proudly gleam
the Captain grins, wants to salute him
eagerly waits his turn
his fellow seaman — some like him
others hold the jealousy of Davy Jones Locker
but the women love him in droves
some with ulterior motives just to be a Navy wife
swooping necklines, netted stockings
long blond silky hair accost his senses
but on the long watches he serves her
the one he loves best — his country
so he trims his neckline, sharpens
the lines of his tailored pants
and protects the deck
day and night
These drug's don't seem to work if anything
they just make things worse
Hopefully maybe these pill works better
than the one's you gave me before
I'll give them a try and I promise you will
be the 1st person I let know
If the voices in my head stick around or go
Otherwise I'll be right back 1st thing tomorrow
banging on your door
In another guise of myself asking for
something anything in order to please
make the voices in my head somehow stop
Because not a single thing any of the many
of them say makes any sense at all it's
predominantly 99 percent all illogical
nonsense
And if you have nothing else in your
locker I'll gladly take a placebo in it's
place
If it somehow in anyway gets me through
this here very day
And I'll worry about tomorrow when and
if those pesky old voices resonating inside
my head wake me up and with another
pounding headache as every other day
since and before
In hallways hushed with painted lies,
They glide like ghosts in silken skin—
Their secrets shimmer in their eyes,
Too delicate to hold within.
Barby Doll smiles with perfect grace,
Behind it waits a hungering heart,
Each selfie frames a porcelain face
While something deeper falls apart.
They whisper sharp as winter wind,
In circles cold as marbled stone,
Each gaze a mirror trimmed in sin,
Each laugh a dagger thrown alone.
A thousand hearts inside one phone,
They scroll, compare, and seek the flame,
Yet feel more hollow, more unknown,
Than when they barely had a name.
The truth is passed in locker notes,
In bathroom stalls, in timed replies—
A world of filters, thorns, and quotes,
Where no one dares to meet their eyes.
Oh fragile queens of ruthless grace,
You wear your sorrow like a crown—
If only love could find this place
And gently, gently pull you down.
What's fresh new delight could you
possibly
Have to offer onto me that I have not
yet had before
Or you have kept from me and
in your locker left
So pretty please now feel free
to go ahead and finish what you
started
Since you have just ever so cleverly
drawn me in and now have my full
undivided attention
As I am now more than a little intrigued to
know what indeed in fact if exactly anything
you have up your sleeve
So go ahead I call and let's see and
find out if you were bluffing after all
And whether or not I myself then have
anything to counter offer you back in
return with
Otherwise haggling then at that point
is positively pointless
As I have no cards left to play and the
only offer left on the table
Is the initial one you made i naively
choose to turn down
Anchors Aweigh...
destination unknown
for this Earthling
stardate: February 26th, 2022
At sea since time immemorial
I relish being alone
upon oceanic expanse
yours truly doth bemoan
me gal Sal (one among
numerous female confidantes),
no matter, she easily
mistaken as a crone
magical powers keep
her manning far aloft drone
as surveillance hovers above me
(to intercept encrypted
communication maintained
courtesy bluetooth earphone)
the two of us sol survivors
I feel like a foreigner since
global thermonuclear war
bombed webbed wide world
into pulverized power
vaguely similar landscape
to age of Fred Flintstone
and Barney Rubble
recurring memories redolent
of yesteryear, whereby I groan
though simple living
such as me and the missus
did Potschke coaxing homegrown
organic fruits and vegetables,
though, I attest we did
get violently angry with each other
and unwittingly cross interzone
where brickbats exchanged,
especially after she discovered
an illicit extramarital affair
between myself and Joan
since kindergarten her I known.
Weather beaten cap'n,
and watertight bewitched craft
time tested since maiden voyage
(circumnavigating the globe
back in the day of my youth),
I ranked tough as a pitbull,
when severely pitted
against raw elements
of swiftly tailored,
harried stylish nature
against leathery faced
reptilian skin, hard drinking
(actually as corked
poetic convenience - vermouth
arbitrary bottle of choice
if for no other reason,
than to rhyme
with the above line),
and tobacco spitting, while
colorfully swearing as an uncouth
Furies (of Agamemnon)
fighting (tooth
and nail) Pirate,
where rickets, scurvy,
and thrice unconscious,
currently ample proof
could not forsooth
bring me to Davy Jones's locker,
cuz I never wanna
get relegated to an underwater
whale schooled booth,
this raconteur can nonchalantly,
glibly, and blithely attest,
with braggadocio, despite
no warm welcome will
ever greet mine tinnitus
pained ears, I can plainly
imagine acrimonious retort
upon me behest
his far more'n lifetime
bobbing (like a sponge)
square pants float
buoyed atop crest longing e'en for
(carping, caviling, hen pecking,
or shrewish) wife.