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We were flying back
after flattening Coventry,
all of us cheerful,
confident young men,
all heroes.
On the return landing,
amazingly
we saw that the airfield was deserted -
strange,
for we had left with many aircraft,
the mission a great success.
Then from the ruins of a hanger
they appeared,
people of all ages, families,
all wore gasmasks;
their torn clothes smoldering.
Bewildered we raced back
to the bomber.
Aboard once more
we lumbered into the night sky,
where later
we were shot down
as we fire-bombed Dresden.
Last night a great heaviness
fell through the roof
dropping like a boat anchor into my dreaming mind.
It was sentient,
a being as hard as steel and massively stupid.
I felt its dumb confusion, its awkward alarm,
I winced as it lumbered around my head-space
crashing into my own startled thoughts
though I realized on some level of awareness
that I was still living in a bad dream.
The brutishly bulky being wanted answers,
I wanted answers, the dream had no answers.
Eventually that solid hulking creature gave up
turning my inner-state over and smashing
my neuronal workings over its big stony head.
Oblivion took us both.
When daylight unveiled the long night
I looked about me
the bedroom was not ransacked
but my brain was blinking on ‘check engine’ light,
and something was still asleep
on the backseat of my mind.
Tonight I will take a strong drink and 2 Ambien
incase its guttural snoring, or its chaotic dreams
wakes me up again.
Why do I get lumbered with a nutcase on the bus?
I’m craving peace and quiet, so I won’t make a fuss.
But I don’t want to hear about his toenail collection,
or that he must take Viagra to maintain his ********!
Oh crikey, he doesn’t need it - he’s ‘rising’ in his seat,
and making lewd suggestions I’d better not repeat!
I gather up my shopping and make a false excuse,
I’d forgotten to get cat food for my pussy Bruce.
So I make a hasty exit, although it’s not my stop,
I’m in dire need of Valium from the chemist shop!
Next time I travel on the bus, I’ll feign I’m fast asleep,
and pray I’m not joined by any foul mouthed creep!
I felled my day and lumbered my night
So we bowed to the gale that was breaking
Pray a nail in the truth of luminescent light
All mirrored murk in the worldly water lurking
How it paled my maiden rounded high
So we bowed to the gale that was breaking
I turned, as she, our shoulders to sigh
Yet she thirteen times left my quarters
How it paled my maiden rounded high
Godly captains of gold and glory fevers
I saddled less and gave a humbled homage
Yet she thirteen times left my quarters
For I was a man like any of them of age
Bereft of worship and less kindled known
I saddled less and gave a humbled homage
Riot then my night and steal my crown
I felled my day and lumbered my night
Bereft of worship and less kindled known
Pray a nail in the truth of luminescent light
The phone app said "unhealthy"
To describe Denali's air.
The sky was gray and smoky
All the hours we were there.
So we were disappointed;
Thought the day would be a bust
'Til somebody hollered "Moose!"
Our brakes kicked up a heap of dust.
A mother moose and baby
Ambled by in camera range.
Then an antlered caribou strolled close -
Our luck began to change.
More caribou were spotted
In the distance, in a herd,
Then a sharp-eyed passenger yelled out
That much-awaited word:
"Bear!" We all looked over
And a grizzly came in view.
He lumbered in the bushes
Seeking berries where they grew.
Our fortune held - the driver spied
A most impressive lynx,
Who crossed the road both back and forth.
(Just showing off, methinks.)
A final sighting- quite a brood
Of willow ptarmigan
(They're the state bird of Alaska)
Got the cameras out again.
We saw no sheep or eagles
And the sky was far from blue.
What a treat, though, watching wildlife!
(And they never even knew...)
I knew I was dying as I drove myself across town to the hospital
I was gasping for breath; my lungs were closing fast like concrete
I did not expect to make it; I was leaving a fourteen-year-old daughter.
I felt sad about this, because she was home alone.
Miraculously, I reached the hospital and lumbered toward emergency.
I thought I would collapse and die in the parking lot.
I was heaving, not breathing.
A nurse grabbed me when I got inside.
I was gasping Ahhh ahhhh ahhhh
“Asthma’, she said.
She put me on a breathing machine. and I was alive again.
someone tried to put an I-v in me.
Five tries.
There was blood dripping on the sheet.
Were these people vampires?
I was ready to scream.
Call for Bob, someone said.
Why didn’t they call for Bob three stabs ago?
Bob is apparently the only one here who can push in an IV.
I did not want him to try but he did, and it was a success.
the room smelled like bleach and some weird medicine.
I felt relieved to be here, but angry about all the stabbings.
Vampires are gentler than these people.
My gown was open and my butt was showing.
I could feel the draft but I did not close it
I felt these people deserved a show
after what they had put me through
Early in the morning you boarded it
and for a ride from Rock Island to Chicago.
tickets bought
for an outing
anticipated all week
First, it lumbered on the main track
through rail yards, warehouses, aging
factories where your fathers worked
as it clicked and clacked its way
out of town. It passed back yards
in East Moline where early morning
residents walked, secrets revealed.
You wanted to tell them there was
so much more
to the life they’d known
you were young
You were on summer break
from college and sharing
the journey with high school
friends on a Saturday off
from summer jobs
vistas of countryside
east of town opened
fields vibrant and green
After three hours a towering
skyline grew before your eager eyes
of Chicago, a city so great that each time
it stirred your imagination and after
you got off the train the Hancock Building
looked just blocks away
the mecca sought
reached into
open skies
You walked through the Loop
and by the El, overhead commuter tracks
past small ethnic restaurants and crowded
sidewalks where a woman with a shaved head
danced with her man and you gasped
o, a wonder of the music played
moment-by-moment
you embraced stories
each neighborhood revealed
You walked from hours to get
to your destination to go up
do the observation deck and
view other skyscrapers and
interstates web their way
through a metropolis as it
rose in the midst of fields and farms
just to the east
the sun shimmered
on an endless lake
High upon the mountain
a castle stood so proud.
Down below in terror
a noise was stirring loud.
The Baron heard the voices
he had short time to wait,
for he had to get away
his object of such hate.
Up the hill they came
with torches burning bright.
Up towards the castle
they were a blinding sight.
The Monster was so slow
he lumbered cross the floor.
Then down a winding tunnel
behind a hidden door.
The Baron led him out
and sent him on his way.
Then went back to face
the price he"d have to pay.
The villagers were all in.
Intent upon destruction,
that thing the Baron made
of human part construction.
The castle was on fire
as the Baron reappeared,
the villagers fell silent
as they faced the man they feared.
At the edge of forest deep
the Monster turned and stood.
He would never understand
why he was misunderstood.
The Barons voice was loud
as he shouted"God forgive,
that you should all destroy
the miracle i made live".
There was silence for a moment
as if they knew not what to do.
Then hysteria took control
and bedlam did ensue.
The castle was burned down,
the ashes now so cold.
It has fallen into legend,
a story to be told.
But deep within a forest
after fifty years and five.
The Barons work is breathing
and very much alive.
Alone and in despair,
afraid to show his face.
Hated and despised
by all the human race.
A victim of a time
when ignorance reigned supreme.
And science had became
a lost forgotten dream.
A human tear fell down,
the Monster gave a sigh.
He only had one wish
if only he could die.
Old weeping willow why do you cry
Your beauty is green leaves not blue
Your roots a pillow from which to thrive
As Mother Nature’s sun smiles on you
Many a kid has used your brown branches
To climb you or swing in your shadowy shade
Many a poet you inspire romantic antics
Carving heart in your bark or writing on page
Your children near and far mirror you
And some have been lumbered sadly
Furniture and houses made as proof
You must miss them being near badly
Do you weep due to lost dreams
Or is it the loss of your forest green
Is it because man pollutes the stream
Or you find no peace as we keep warring
I’d like to apologize for our ignorant ways
For changing your forest for selfish reasons
I hear your song in the wind each day
I cherish you at each every emerald season
So you stand on brown holy ground
It’s holy because you peach persevere
May you live forever in our town
As a preserved prize that thrives here
Theres a saying that says that opposites attract
Well I am so gorgeous it seems it's a fact
I like a plain girl for whom I can care
Cos I like a girl I'll not have to share
To not have to punch other blokes would be great
So I'm really glad you're a bit overweight
I'd like to point out that you've made the right choice
For no other man could put up with your voice
You shouldn't feel bad that you're not that good looking
At least I'm not dead from your ‘inventive’ cooking
And who else could bolster this ego of mine
But a girl just like you who drinks way to much wine
I see guys look at you, I guess that it's pity
They wonder why I'm not with somebody pretty
I love our nights in, we don't go out to dine
You might scare the children my sweet Valentine
Well this is well weird, I'm sat home alone
You had to pop out when you'd answered the phone
I glare at the clock and it's three in the morning
I'm nearly asleep and I cannot stop yawning
At last there you are with that silly false smile
Some shortsighted fella has tried to beguile
A loser in love with no romantic powers
Who lumbered you up with chocolates and flowers
Who's that outside with a rose that is red
Don't get no ideas about three in a bed
You should understand that it's me that you're for
Er... why are my suitcases outside the door?
17 February 2021
Contest: Valentines
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