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It was a beautiful morning, the sky azure,
and the air clear and cloudless.
The dawn's sunrise casted shadowy silhouettes
of the city, on the calm and unrippled Hudson River.
The city's streets were heavy with people traffic from
workers and tourists rushing around in the fast pace
of Manhattan's mid-week norm.
While driving to my work destination, and listening and singing-
along to John Lennon's hit song "Imagine"
Suddenly, the music stopped playing and the radio host interrupted
to announce that a plane had just hit one of the twin towers.
At first, I thought it was a small private plane that hit because the man on the radio didn't explain that it was a jet with passengers on it.
As the minutes passed by, every radio station was sharing the "Breaking News" that a plane had hit the North Tower of the World Trade Centers.
Most every was in shock, and clueless as to it being an attack by Al-Qaeda/Osama Bin Laden. Once the second plane hit the South Tower,
it was a no-brainer that we were under attack.
I've never felt so unsafe in my life than that day or the following days ahead. Everywhere I went, every time I left my home, my eyes would be wandering over my shoulder and behind my back. The eerie feeling lingered on for days, weeks and even months. The smell of ash still scents my nostrils, the quiet sound of silence in the aftermath still rings my ears. The memories of that horrific day will forever be with me.
can never forget
the world trade centers collapsed
terrorist's attack
Suspended Animation De Rigueur Among "Joe King" Six Pack
Yepper, once body functions cease
asper this ole codger,
mere seconds after expiration,
sans existential lease
immortality avails rubbery piece
of flesh christened
Matthew Scott Harris,
the legal mouthpiece
decreed by living will
after organ activity doth cease
immediate measures taken
courtesy Doctor Demento to decrease
any further senescence
till heartening no brainer
preserves jellied rolled masterpiece
wordsmith, meanwhile, I can sublease
these bag of bloodless love bones
done deal, all yours for trifle bro
pittance costing no more
than one Pinocchio
plying attached strings,
yea kinda like ma's yoyo
mine limp fingers needed to pull
performing fetes resembling
dead spindleshanks longfellow
all the while appearing as cheap trick
courtesy super tramping marionette...lo
taking me across world wide web,
where yours truly housed in Tokyo
hotel, never tiring globe trotting
performing one man deadened show
after earning so much dough...
necessity will arise to call tow
truck (mebbe more'n one),
when after bajillion years
would utter whoa
abundant flush with moolah,
a sought after Joe Schmoe
earning hand over rigor mortis fist
pile of money that doth grow
by leaps and bounds - hiho
exceeding penury, when struggling as poet
Cain and Abel to silence
those opposed to Roe
versus Wade, incumbent upon minor woe
awaiting future technology so
rejuvenating lifeless chap easily
mistaken for scarecrow
can carry on camping y'know
whaddya mean...
not to leave ye in suspense
but gotta join grateful dead, and gotta go
Adieu!
To take the vaccine
That is the decision
People must make
On Covid nineteen
A choice to decide
by the close of day
I have just reached that crossroads
knowing that the conspiracy theorists
warn people not to have it. Some deny
the existence of Covid, and claim it is no
worse than just a common cold, but I have
decided I'll receive
the first inoculation
It's an easy decision
A no-brainer for me
Although inoculated
sadly my poor Mum
has caught the virus
I can't visit with her
It's so heartbreaking
because she lives in
a facility that I can't
visit as long as there
is a quarantine edict
CROSSROADS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
09/26/21
We loved the luxury of indoor, ice skating at the Chicago Arena.
My skate case, was of , bue alligator outsde,with peacock satin
interior!
Gold locks, that shined like the morning sun as Daddy drove us in
The snow, for an afternoon of skating fun.
The figure skates,white, polished, were my joy and pride
The Arena was huge and had its own organ, whose harmonics, made
us glorious hearts, joyfully glide!
So proud we were to skate to such fun, adult luxury, Dad hired a trainer.
I gained faith in myself, because with him, skating was then, was with him a a total no-brainer.
Clarence was an experienced player gentleman and so very,par
Excellance.
That skating become as fun as being at your senior high school,
senir dance
I learned to not be fearful. as we glided with perfection I could skate along,
We skated for hours....my cousins, friends and I, the day became a song!
Those were such special, dear hours of learning and such awesome grace,
Wisdom,
I thought I was in God’s own special place,
I always had a upon my dimpled, girlies face,
Falls and spills_ golly, I simply had no room for such space!
At real ice shows, we so admired costumes and how quickly the
Show and its talents passed.
Alas, the decades have, disappeared like the sumptuos, beauty of
Fog, way, way too fast!
The Zamboni of life has cleared all of this, im its way!
A technicolor, memory of many loved winters, swept away!
How much this heart wants to bring back the joyous ice skating,
But, the days of fun, companionship and young, free, laughter
~Thanks Mom and Dad~
1/5/2025
The canal is lined with anxious people, both young and old.
Sitting, standing and laying on blankets.
Everyone has put their bet in. It's just a matter of time to see whose duck comes in first.
Mascot ducks roam either side of the canal heightening the excitement of the possibility of the $1000.00 winning pot.
A giant yellow and blue duck box is hanging strategically over the water ready to be unlatched.
The crowd moves closer. Everyone snapping pictures hoping to catch the first photo of the drop. The box now hovers twenty feet in the air. Children screaming to open the box.
Ready, set, release!
Thousands of little yellow rubber ducks descend the canal floating ever so slowly with the current. There seems to be a few speeding up. Two ducks head the flock.
People follow the ducks as they separate, and the race is really on.
Cameras are flashing. Everyone leaning over trying to get a glimpse of the winner.
Half way to the finish line there's one duck way ahead.
It appears to be a no-brainer but at the finish line is a curve ball. The winning duck must get into a net.
The slower ducks are catching up. Hundred crowd the net. Cameras snap!
Apparently it didn't matter who led the flock.
A gust of wind blows suddenly and pushes the winner into the net!
The crowd roars, the cameras click and the winner is...
Drake Mallard, # 63... Not me!
Refugee
I caught myself, my bad side. in the mirror
Of someone else’s face. I stopped mocking
No longer thinking it funny and placed my
Feet in the shoes they had to wear.
In my cynical mind it was a comedy
In theirs a moment of indecision, worry.
Go home to a war zone or stay here in safety, no brainer.
But here is not home.
They left: three-day journey by car. Dangerous in itself.
An escape made three months before, as missiles rained
And debris crashed around them. Scrambled essentials
Into a case, picked up the cat, dropped off spare keys.
But there’s nowhere like home compared to the life
Of a refugee.
Easy looking in, do the right thing as if a robot.
Joke about stupidity, as you see it. Life is a tragedy
And I can’t imagine what I’d do if I were a refugee.
David Cox 19/08/22
I’m a limited edition, when all is said and done
Nothing special, only unique in a maze of humdrum
Kill spiders for a pastime, coz I hate their beady eyes
Watching me try to sleep, as they paralyse butterflies
I’m a limited edition, pulling cobwebs from beams
In great physical shape, yet mentally challenged it seems
Guilty of every known sin, with mitigation of course
They are all in my head, except when I use fatal force
I’m a limited edition, preprogrammed to survive
From one day to another, til next time I’m not revived
Still it’s great to be alive, from a dead man’s point of view
I certainly possess one, in a preserve this mind grew
I’m a limited edition, my pets couldn’t care less
Well possibly they do, but look up to me nonetheless
Take me as you find me on any given occasion
Whisper sweet nothings, I’m a sucker to soft persuasion
I’m a limited edition, light Cola makes me cringe
And hate drinking alcohol, unless going on a binge
Alas I cannot find god, he’s hidden away in reams
Leaving himself subjective, to idealistic extremes
I’m a limited edition, playing Russian roulette
Will even up the ante, fill the chamber, rig the bet
It’s a no brainer, literally speaking anyway
With just sawdust to lose, all so easy to blow away
By
David Kavanagh
I’ve never given much thought, about the last train to Auschwitz
for indeed every train, was intended to be ones last,
Except for the guards, who sit atop the cattle cars
As the human livestock, slowly asphyxiates behind bars
not giving them a thought, or a care in the world
except maybe, what great jobs we have
Sit up here smoking, and joking, oblivious to the choking
Just shoot anything that try’s get off,
An absolute no brainer,
For only those without brains,
have no feelings or remorse
This one and only requirement, fully endorsed
Besides it keeps them away, from the Russian front
they’ve heard all the stories, about that hell hole
where they run over prisoners with tanks,
No thanks
Switch off out here, in the country air,
as the wind rushes through, aryan sun bleached hair
And the moans and groans continue, all very routine
Stench rises and falls, in wafts and palls
Quick Fritz look, Fräuleins in the fields wave and call
Raising up rifles, greetings from SS railway division to all
Cream of the crop, only room for special ones on top
Full stop!
Whistles shrill,
RAUS! RAUS! SCHNELL! SCHNELL!
Screams aloud, above the putrid smell
as the chimneys belch ash, over an indifferent hell
Bewildered cargo pours out
Protestations, my baby, my mummy, my daddy, is dead
The reply, a heavy truncheon blow, across the head
Get into line, you dirty swine
Selection process begins
Whilst guards have a chat and a grin
on the horizon a thunderous din
Russians are closing in.
Indeed this was the last train to Auschwitz
and now it’s pulling out
as the guards banter and shout
Hey Fritz! where you going to spend, your bag of gold teeth
Fritz says Bolivia, how about you?
Franz laughs back, somewhere further, that doesn’t stink like your feet
Meanwhile the zombies bedraggled clothes
are already in transit to (CANADA)
Not far from the crematoria
Not that far away at all
Last Train to Auschwitz Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
15/4/2021
(CANADA) = warehouse and sorting area in Auschwitz.
German RAUS = out, SCHNELL = quick or fast
Unlike the city out west where I reside,
Grass really is greener on the other side
Air conditioning is a must in the summer
Without it, the long hot summer is a bummer
Without it, you best pray for an early winter
No, it's not a necessity; it's a 'no brainer'
In a valley where it seldom snows and sometimes freezes,
We experience many cool summer nights from delta breezes
With a deserving reputation as ' The City of Trees',
We have lots of trees to keep us cool and shady
Sacramento is sometimes called The River City.
That’s because two major rivers run through it
Major airlines and railways; so board a plane or a train
Two major interstate highways also run through our city
You can go North and South by way of interstate 5
Or take I-80 East to Chicago if you really like to drive
I-80 West will take you clear to San Francisco without a rest
That’s where I came from before I made Sacramento my address
12292016 PS Contest, Sonnet about where you live, Silent One
3rd Pl;FB
I'm a retired policeman
Could find the hidden clue
Became a detective for hire
Gave me something to do.
Got a text from a man named Mark
looking for a friend named Kate.
Wanted me to overturn each stone
and to find her city, state.
I remembered Celia
The woman I'd lost
We'd broken up and gone our ways
And then I felt the cost.
So I thought I understood
What Mark was trying to do
I wanted to do all I could
To make that love renew.
He knew what she went to school for
What town she lived in then
But that was 40 years or more
No more clues, where, what, or when.
I tried to locate this dame
But it was very hard.
So long ago, a school, a name
Lots of wrong turns to discard
I sent him photos to his phone
They all shared her name
He was uncertain, didn't know
My searching seemed in vain
Then I stumbled on something,
A detail and a thread,
Followed it and finally
Was sure where it led.
Told him I could call her
Give a message he could write
Then the plot got thicker
It got me real uptight.
He said he'd leave her alone
She wasn't really his old flame
Knowing her was traumatic
Knowing her was pain.
He said that she's in Utah
Not where he thought she'd be
He'd been wrong on his deductions
had left reality.
I thought he was crazy,
sorry I had located Kate
Hoped I hadn't done harm
Hoped it wasn't too late
I sent a message to her
Explained what Mark had tried
She laughed it off uncertainly
But underneath she cried.
Mark texted me again
He said a Mafia gassed him through the air
I informed his local police
My duty, I had to share.
Mark's madness remains
He wants to save you too
He warns of drugs that change the brain
The man has gone cuckoo.
As for me I'm now a painter
Draw pictures by the sea
Leaving PI was a no-brainer
Can't do harm with artistry.