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Life is a series of fleeting adventures…we never truly know what’s in store
as each day we add new adventures to the ones we’ve had before.
We sold our little camper yesterday…she is tiny, white and blue
her kitchen’s on the outside…inside she comfortably sleeps two.
She was our home away from home…providing security, comfort and shade…
on adventures we experienced…from North Carolina to the Everglades.
One off the things I love about memory…(if this theory I may venture)
is how a memory paints itself on every piece…every portion of an adventure.
Memories are painted on the people and places we visit…near or far…large or small…
(Why they even painted themselves on the inside of our teardrop camper’s walls.)
I love how, once that coat of paint is applied…its layer is permanent…her to stay
which means the memory, once painted, will never fade away.
Because when the creators created the paint used for memories they added a surprise:
the paint we use to paint a memory….remains fluid…it never dries.
Which allows our memories, just like our adventures, once they have been poured…
to blend with all the memories of all the adventures that came before.
I suppose that’s why we were filled with a mix of emotions yesterday
as we said goodbye to our little camper…as we watched her drive away..
Why a few tears found their way to our smiles…
a little sadness to our grins…
as for our little camper….and for us…
a new adventure begins.
III.
It was near midnight when they came again,
four warriors armed all with flaming brands,
Myron bolted up from a fitful sleep,
and poured out bullets as the horses ran.
He managed to shoot one off of his horse,
but the trio screamed and charged in once more,
Harold said”They’re fools to keep charging in!”
But Myron though hard, and wasn’t so sure.
He called for all to cease firing
and listened close as if searching for proof,
then he heard soft thumps coming from above,
one of them had gotten up on the roof!
The charging men had been a distraction,
and Myron grabbed the shot-gun in a hurry,
fearing that they would set the roof aflame,
he opened fire with a hot fury.
A hole was blasted where he shot the brave,
the dead man rolled off and struck hard on the ground,
the charging warriors roared in anger,
so Harold shot another one of them down.
The survivors fled back towards their camp,
but no withdrawal did the Sioux men beat,
instead they took turns sniping at their foes,
to deny Myron and his family sleep.
Come Morning Myron looked out and saw perched high
sixteen warriors atop their steads,
with lances and rifles and tomahawks
preparing for the morning’s bloody deeds.
But what chilled Myron’s soul more than anything
was the small tree trunk that two riders held
by the branches, to batter down the door,
and visit upon them a living hell.
The others let loose a barrage of shots,
to try and suppress Myron waiting within,
he fired endlessly took down two more,
then leapt back as the riders bore down on him.
The battering tree smashed right through the door,
a slew of war-cries went up, loud and piercing
the shot-gun blasted, two more warriors fell,
the noise left all their heads and ears ringing.
Harold went down from a shot to the chest,
the doorway was a commotions of words,
but standing there clutching his aching head
was the muscled form of Diving Bird.
Myron leapt forwards and drew his pistol,
then jammed it straight into Diving Bird’s ear,
Roared,”If you value your War-chief’s life,
you will all stop, and ride straight out of here!”
The Indians outside froze when they saw them,
none understood the words that he did say
except for an old man, missing an eye,
who spurred forwards to attempt a parlay...
CONCLUDES IN PART IV.
My leader has spoken once again
I listen with my one ear, on the right
I cut the evil left one off
to honour the wisest man of payoffs
who almost gave up his life for me
all so that he keeps his private jet
and keeps America free
now he has spoken more wise words
eat cats and dogs, I know at first seems absurd
he's never been wrong, ever before
so off I went in me pickup over to the pound
it seemed to warm the volunteers hearts
that I took all strays, a la carte
all this time been eating the wrong sort of critters
squirrels and possum and the occasional pigeon
well shhh about cousin Jed's little pet hamsters
tasty buggers was all that matters
my leader though has given me a new diet
so now I eat dogs, and for desert then the cats
he was right, as he always is
tasty son of guns, even better than my rats
now if Trump was from down under and I swear this true
pretty sure Id be having some BBQ Kangaroo
I am just proud to wave my American guns
making America great, eating one pet at a time
now do not try and stop me, I have more ammo
than you illegal immigrants have pennies and dimes
VICTIMS OF THE HEART
I hate love and it hates me, but I didn't start this fight. I went in with the best of intentions, and was given every slight.
Love don't fight fair, and it don't care, for the damage left behind. Time and again, haunting woman and man, it's not the love that's blind.
The dice are loaded, the deck is stacked, and all of the faces poker. One off the top, the queen of hearts, once again I'm dealt the joker.
This love despair has no creed, who knows where they fit. changing rules, different needs, dating apps, and TikTok feeds, enough to make you quit.
I yearn for love and solitude, both in equal parts. Love is sadistic and altruistic, we're just victims of the heart.
Pedro was a Mexican who lived in Mexico
Pedro always wore a hat, a big sombrero
Pedro loved the sun he sunbathed every day
He tipped his hat over his eyes to keep sun-rays away
Some cheeky children passing by saw Pedro in repose
Decided to stick chewing gum up poor Pedro's nose
This did not awaken him although his nose was plugged
The cheeky children looked at him and off his shoes, they tugged
Then very gently, so that Pedro would not wake
One by one, off came his smelly socks what liberty to take
Then off with his pants and even Pedro's belt
Pedro was snoring heavily one thought he may have felt
Those naughty kids were plotting what more
They could do to poor Pedro still sleeping on the floor
One said, "let's collect feathers and stick them into his hat
That's what they tried to do when everything went SPLAT!
They collected feathers from a neighbours fowl shed
And started to poke them in the hat on Pedro's head
One of the boys on bended knees
Accidentally tickled Pedro's nose which made him SNEEZE
Pedro sneezed so loud which caused a mighty force
It sneezed the gum from Pedro's nose-you guessed that of course
Pedro woke up in a daze albeit for a second
The daze became a rage, revenge to Pedro beckoned
He became so furious when he realised what had been done
He let out a mighty ROAR as the children ran and ran
This chain of events wasn't part of the plan
They soon got weary and wanted to stop
Pedro was catching up with them accompanied by a cop
This terrified the children as they knew they were in trouble
The punishment that they would receive
Had completely burst their bubble
Feeling a little cross
I gave out to god
For piling different shapes
upon my hod
To think, we never had
any future plan
So made one up
with the home insurance man
Anyway, I'm covered
for a sudden leak
But excess is high
and outlook pretty bleak
With water damage
undermining my eyes
Canopies atop
fail to keep me baptised
In a world slowly spinning
time arcs from view
I lose my line of sight
as payment's accrue
My policy reneges
states I'm in arrears
Offers me (a one off fix)
then disappears
Like most chancers in life
I accept the lump
My hod full of shapes
forming a concave hump
Light recedes slower
through an inverted mind
Come take a look
I'm not the one praying blind
Still, I could sit with Jesus
and chat all day
Til our questions
compel each other away
Faster than light speed
(dark energy) recedes
To voids so distant
god awful truth precedes
Vanishing points converge
as minds can't make sense
Mine's light years away
nailed to a cosmic fence
Insurance man tries
to sell me empty space
He's the devil
I bought it all just in case!
Rose petals fell before us
Hands slid into each
Evening’s intermittent rays
Twinkled out a desperate reach.
We took those steps together
Blessed by day and holy night
With gratitude for measured feelings;
Endless love or injured flight
Fortunate ones allowed to share
A moment, or perhaps a pair.
And when the moment came;
It came for you.
No worthy breath bestowed
Or made anew.
Through curtain raised
Dawn became so still
No pulse of time to feel
For us until:
Senses stretched to yearning
As day to night entwine
Master's hand to each entreats,
Our time, from fruit of vine.
Sweet time, forever sweet
Whose endless touch we wear,
Breath as proof of life each soul to bear.
So Brief the hour given hearts to care.
Shapes mistaken in our form
The instruments we carry
Breath no less than sunless storm,
Teach life, to never tarry.
Mindless monks and fruitless sisters
Bargainers with tongues in blisters
Salesmen, pitchers, burdened ditchers
Promising a truth so coarse;
Cowards,
Watching all of this, without remorse.
Stand.
And we all stood.
Fast, with only bad and good between,
Prayers shaped
With words we could not sell,
Looking back to where we could have been
Stepped one by one off precipice;
And fell.
Can you consent at 16 if you can’t handle the heartbreak?
Are you developed to deal with the impact it will make?
when you suffer so much you get lost in the hate,
refusing to accept this is what you helped create
Being dumped means you’re put in a powerless position
and maybe it’s easier to think you always were
but that’s when hindsight can cause a false vision
where you had no choice though consent did occur
And you’re too immature to deal with the fact
you lost the love that you’ll never get back,
stuck living traumatised under attack
and not yet developed to get back on track
Is 16 to young to deal with the worst of it,
maybe at 18 you haven’t the skills for it,
21 might make the law seem irrelevant
making it more about your own development
A 16 year old girl looking for an older man
but when that man’s 30 they call it a scam
one off opportunity or intentional plan
or maybe us men get whatever we can
How can you judge when you don’t get the offer
when it happens to you would you choose to not bother
when you are flattered they want you as a lover
turning it down to be left thinking bugger
if her age at present is above age of consent
then it’s not your place to make a judgement
you say that it’s wrong as you think of her bent
you wouldn’t reject something that heaven has sent
Anger at things that don’t come to you,
looking down on it with a sense of virtue
as if it’s disgusting and not what you do
you’d jump at the chance if it ever came true
when you’re contradicted use contraception
with this opportunity make the exception
feeling as though luck heads in your direction
don’t turn her down she can’t handle rejection
RECITATION is a Two way process
Words to say,
caught by the day
in this one-off
’ as is’ moment
images in sound
aloud
voiced
spoken
a unique
interplay
‘twixt
you and I
A mayfly moment
of the here &now
to hear
ethereal
&passing
to create
an impression
In your listener ear
poetry lies long
undisturbed
& dormant
on this page
A dead object
‘til
the cadence
of my English voice
intones
& the process
comes alive
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I see you not the title
Not what you need when life is survival
You are you and that is that
A separate entity that you combat
This shadow follows you everywhere
Something that is not nice or fair
Your daily battle is to keep them a shadow
And not let the play your brains piano
I have to accept this is for life
In good times and in strife
There is always a third wheel
That will be conceal
This figure keeps you up at night
When you feel most vulnerable despite
The drugs you take to keep him away
And not portray you another way
He is always at arms length
Whispering in your ear with each breath
Your body and soul fights him
To keep your lights from going dim
He dictates how your day goes
But never appears to impose
His mood affects your own
He is unwelcome company so your not alone
When he wins a daily joust
You don’t scream or shout
As tomorrow is a new day
Where he won’t put you on display
I understand you and your unfriend
I am here to attend and defend
Against the shadow that follows you
I’m not one to join a queue
I see your emotional struggles
This life is not full of fairies and bubbles
Day to day life is a grind
This bipolar needs to be co-signed
If I could take the pressure off
Not just as a one off
But forever to make your life better
I would take away that pressure