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What Price Safety ?

how much is it worth to you to feel safe and secure?
how much would you spend? how much could you afford?
what is the monetary value that you would place on your life?
how much money would it take? how much would you sacrifice?
what price safety? what would be the cost?
what price safety? what would you spend to prevent the loss?

too frightened to get on the elevator in the building where you reside
don't know if you'll make it to your door before a thief is at your side
too scared to walk to your car alone in a public parking lot
don't know if you'll get the keys in the door before you're assaulted or shot
what price safety? how much money would you spend
just to have that feeling of security once again?

most every elected official in most every country in this world 
have their own taxpayer funded security detail
the celebrities, movie stars and TV personalities
have personal body guards and/ or private security
America has been on heightened alert since the Twin Towers did fall
the airports, the borders and Homeland Security are constantly on the ball
security has become one of the nation's fastest growing industries
and you can't go anywhere in this world without showing identity
so how much would you spend to remove from your life that spirit of fear?
how many dollars would it take to protect what you hold dear?

there're not enough police to go around to be in society's face
so security officers take up the slack and stand in their place
we've become the front line defenders that the community sees
to detect, protect and defend them and their property
retailers spend thousands of dollars just to secure their goods
from thieves, boosters, shoplifters and your garden variety hoods
the government be it federal, county, city or state
use security officers to keep the peace in abate
yet without benefit of weapons, no batons, no vests or guns
we hold to our positions and we get the job done
we alert the police, FDNY and the EMTs
at the first signs of violence, fire and any emergency
but we're at a disadvantage when it comes to getting paid
for we barely make what would be considered a livable wage
what price safety? what would it be worth to you
to give security officers what they are due?
what price safety? I ask you once more
what price would you pay just to feel secure?
WHAT PRICE SAFETY?


It Was a Miracle That I Survived the Accident

About several years ago

I had a car accident in my sporty fancy car

the car was clean and full with gas

I stopped to make a left turn

a few miles away from home

on that day, I was alone

possibly, my Mother and Daughter, or other were to go with me on that day

somehow, I think that they cancelled as I went on my way

I imagined if someone was in the car with me on that day

Oh Lord, what would of been if they was there

you see God knows your life

it was a miracle that I survived it all

after being hit from the back as I can re-call

an elderly man driving so fast

the noise was so loud as it quickly lasted

the back end of my car was dented all of the way in

as I got out of the car and looked so surprised

I said to myself, It is not so bad

until I looked at the back end of the car

half way gone totalled out, as I could of shouted!!!!

But, I thank God that it was not me that was damaged

I can get another car, my life was in a surprise mode

I am so glad that my seat belt was on

someone said that if I did not have my seat belt on 

I could of been thrown, maybe long gone

some people started bringing my car parts to me

gathering around at the car accident scene

as people were standing by

the driver was there too, he was okay

I am glad for us both we made it through

I asked him later at the hospital

What happened? He first said; are you that Lady that was driving the car?

I replied yes, He said that he just did not see me

I said to him God is good

Angels were there on that special day

a extraordinary way was made

I was guided into a parking lot and the car then stopped

after I was hit, I wonder if this man was lit

I just knew that I was a survivor and he was too

the Lord spared me on that most terrifying day

All I can say is Thank you Lord with Praises

I could have died or maybe been paralyzed

my neck was so sore after that scene

I went home later that night after being tested

it was a day that I'll always remember

I am here this day to tell this testimony

I am here for a purpose I made it out alive

Until this day and always I am thankful and greatful to GOD

I am in my right and sound mind.

By: **Catherine Jackson Townsend.

~~I was spared. I am a survivor of many many obstacles in my life.

Day My World Stood Still

Fractured prisms reflected the light as blood her apron,                                         The mirror was first to see the deed and all the mayhem.                                     Sunlight screamed thru the only window, making the room seem smaller still,        Even with the summer heat I felt a sudden chill.                                                   The kitchen floor ran red, my father’s back did too.                                               Mother stood in triumph like a cold starring statue.                                               I never heard a sound ‘till someone yelled ‘My God’.                                             Time seemed to be on holiday. All motion slow, unreal, odd.                                   Sirens and red lights soon filled the parking lot.                                                    The excitement charged the air but we children seemed forgot.                             I never saw the ambulance as it sped away. I didn’t even.                                    Get to say goodbye to this sad and dying day.                                                          Mother never swayed, she continued to stand her ground.                                     She never made a sound.  I don’t think she heard a word.                                     I pulled my brother to me, he wiggled and pulled free.                                          He went to stand by mother, that’s where he most wanted to be.                           I looked around the room, where could the baby be?                                             Through the blood she crawled unaware of the violence shaping our history.           That was the day my childhood died.                                                                      I had o grow up fast. I learned right then about cruel life.                                      As my world erupted into a volcanic blast.                                                             The fallout lasted for so long. That memory was seared into my brain.                   Never would I trust my mom again.  Every day I lived in fear.                                When would her anger turn to rage?                                                                        I saw that look in her eyes sometimes, like an animal in a cage
© Junie Moon  Create an image from this poem.

Life In the Fast Lane

She sits on the bathroom floor 
Hiding behind a tightly closed door 
Afraid that prying eyes will see 
What society has forced her to be 

With fingers pushed halfway down her throat 
On the remains of dinner she silently chokes
The taunting cries of her classmates in mind 
Loudly calling her fat all the time 

Just a size ten but not a three 
Like the girls in magazines you see 
Thighs that need to be as slim as a boys 
Boobs need to be as large as flotation toys

He sits and stares at his pale skin 
Apparently white is out, tan is in 
Long hours spent on a tanning bed 
Risking skin cancer to fit in instead

Only sixteen, muscles not developed yet 
Need to be leaner and stronger he frets 
And so the need to be more than he is drives 
To bottles of steroids he soon arrives 

The school bell rings, all the kids scatter 
Except one lonely girl that seems not to matter 
Classified as poor by the labels on her jeans
Not worth socializing with by those that have means 

The parking lot is filled with such flashy cars 
Kids talking on cell phones, their heads in the stars
Gucci sunglasses draped across their nose
Life as an stereotype dawns clear and slows

Everyone wants to emulate a great big star 
Society tells them it's no good to be who you are
You have to be better than everyone else you see 
The thinner, the tanner, the richer, the better you'll be

Girls should be blond, blue eyed and demure 
Sexy and seductive, rich and not poor 
Boys should be muscular yet tanned and lean 
With smiles so white they blind when seen 

Everyone needs to drive a fast fancy car 
Designer clothes are the very best by far 
For all those that don't fit the wonderful dream 
The world doesn't even see them it seems

Too much hype splashed across billboards to the young 
Expectations are too high but are haphazardly slung 
Into the schoolyard the hype does quickly spread 
Feeding egos and turning them into bullies instead 

Those that have more and who fit the desired mold 
Hassling those that haven't reached the gold
Next thing you know there's a kid with a gun 
Trying to silence the voices of everyone 

Then we wonder what happened to him 
Well the truth is, he just couldn't fit in 
Too many stereotypes not enough understanding 
Life just became too absolutely demanding
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Dreading My Return To Work

I was dreading my return to work. There would be a multitude of questions
especially by that sod, Riley. He and I had never gotten along; he was too weird. Death was desolating but an untimely death at the hands of a murderer seemed somehow a tiny bit worse.

I realized with a heartfelt pang that I had mourned until my eyes could not mourn any more. They were so raw already, the damage might be irreparable. 

As a kind of glorious consolation Monday was a placid day.  The sun was out,
the birds were singing, it felt like the first day of spring; although spring was a
few weeks away.   There was a peaceful solitude when I arrived at the office.

The only car in the giant parking lot belonged to my boss, Howard. It was his old red Volvo, a monster car that we had always laughed about when we
were dating. Howard was the best kind of boss, smart, open-minded, friendly, 
helpful, a great listener. As a date he had been a dud though.

I like wild boys - bad boys, not nice guys.  I have no idea why, but if my adrenaline is not racing, you are not the one for me.  Howard’s innocence made him seem dull to me.  Yes, I think that was it. He was so quick to flush, inexperienced, I did not want him to know my wild side. I thought
it might jeopardize my job.  

I would not mind having a few seconds alone with Howard
this morning. Dull was something I could do after this last week of hell.  I raced up the concrete steps. When I reached the glass door my badge did not work. Dhram!  I thought maintenance had fixed that.

Howard was in his office alone. I spoke to him briefly, as I could see he was not in a conversational mood, which was odd for him.  His eyes were red, so I left. Sometimes work is not the best place to unleash a bunch of grief.  When I reached my desk all of my things were gone.  Cleared off. 

I looked up and saw a giant picture of me and my boyfriend
Spider, on the other side of the room. What the ….?  Irritated, I walked over there to get  a closer look. Spider had been nothing but trouble lately. 

A bright light surrounded me as I approached the painting.  An angel was standing in the middle of it. You have said goodbye to Howard now. It is time, she said gently.  I nodded.  Ready now to take on a new endeavor; my real life. This one had never been what I was looking for anyway.
Form: Narrative


Premium Member One Last Time

I had known and interacted with him for at least twenty years.                                                                                            It would be great if I could remember the first time I met him,                                                                                but I shall never forget the LAST time I looked into his eyes.                                                                                         
He was a staff pastor at our church with multiple assignments.                                                                                           Never have I met anyone more dedicated to his ministry.

We were happy when he consented to take some extra time off.                                                                                               At first, it was announced that he would be on a 30-day sabbatical,                                                                                  but I'm not sure if anyone knew that his sabbatical would be interrupted.                                                                During that period, he had a medical appointment that proved very negative.                                         Following that appointment, another announcement was made of his condition.                                                      He was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer that was of the none-treatable variety. He was given a short time to live and we all took it very hard. 

It was decided that our church would have a celebration of his life before his demise. There were many people at the amazing service, but I was able to make eye contact with him and his family.  I thought that was the closest I would come to saying goodbye to our beloved pastor. However, as I was driving out of the parking lot, I spotted him in his daughter's car engaged        with others.  I knew that this moment with him alive might be my LAST.  So I stopped, and exiting my vehicle, I proceeded quickly and stooped my head through the window while he was speaking with someone else. I kissed him on the forehead and slowly walked away, sadly. That was the LAST time I touched him, the LAST time I saw him alive, but that affectionate moment will last a lifetime.

11272018PoSoupContest, The Last, Silent One; 2P
Form: Narrative

Burning Hay

Burning the hay day’s flurry’s from club Sixty Eight                               It was said, I would fight a buzz saw, maybe if it crossed me                        Road house blues, old news but never to miscreate                                     For living in the condemnation was never, to be easy                                 You see the fear and loathing came before ever I met                                  Hunter S, for I was driving through decadence to sleazy                            A speakeasy but never was it a black and white bet                                    Cruising route 68 to where rock-n-roll met the road                                   Where hall of famer's played, before they were somebody                          Skillet fried from all the cornbread and your own code                              Fast music, fast cars, fast women all aboard everybody                           Getting to the club was half the fun, so we thought                                      Leaving blue lights behind for they gave us a rash                                      Where the mafia rules and nightly battles fought                                        Walking on glass, the parking lot was as the roadhouse bash                                       Before you hit the door knives, guns flash in the moonlight                       Don’t mess with my brother it could end your life                                     Everything is on the table not coming down to daylight                              Even then, it was only glorified misery, waking again to strife                    Looking through the hole in the wall never wanting to go back                  For all the crosses, beside the road, in hindsight friend                                      Not all made it through, the wrong side of the track                                By the grace of God it was a song with an end
© John Beam  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Death Friended Me On Facebook

(while trapped in Pottstown 
Memorial Hospital parking lot).

My humble apology to those,
who posted uber up lyft ting messages
to this Macbook Pro Facebook keeper,
without said scrivener swiftly
tailoring timely acknowledgement
from one harried styled leaper,

thus feel free to take
leguminous litigious licorice flavor
flav can deed extra-legal
imprisonment against my liberty,
(though catty, I am pusillanimous,
sans feline nine lives cheaper

by the dozen), plus verbally ejaculating
out gee golly jeeper,
or more pointedly
calling me a mother f****** bleeper,
for seeming to appear unresponsive
as a stale petrified marshmallow peeper,

and yes quite understandable
bitcoin torrents of rage runs deeper
than a blockchain though close call,
yet just lemme explain,
how during my most recent sleeper
state, a clear as bell curve 

living dream nearly
saddened Matthew Scott Harris as,
cuz he got subject to grim news, viz
inducing him (yours truly) to become
deceased within a split second,
upon dropping to sleep

while all around, an 
inconsolable weeper
wept sorrowful seas, 
more so those family,
and facebook friends
many fine companions 

linkedin thru Internet
invaluable cherished persons as keeper,
but believe this secular humanist,
he, who (honest to dog)
unexpectedly subsequently got engrossed
with the grim reaper,

discussing local, current (national), global,
and cosmic events, superficial,
and/or somewhat deeper
(topics oh...and as a non sequitur
d'ya know the name of original
Glen Elm occupants are named Leiper),

anyway Xmas universally
renowned throughout space
yes, jolly saint nick with his farout trappings
topped off with electronic digital beeper,
yepper siree he gets touted,
lauded, and celebrated be

leave ving with whatever
dogmatic faith hen knee
dear rabbit reddit reader doth embrace,
or perhaps being atheist like me,
(albeit I most likely appear
as somewhat highlee

beatle browed from across the universe),
nonetheless, whether er rather,
when still alive this chap aimed to - dee
light, enlighten, and playfully
frighten alien nations

(even those pizza peace loving
inhabitants resembling free
ranging gregarious teenage
ninja mutant turtles)
coming out their shells with glee.

Ins and Outs Part 2

Author's note: This is an epic length poem that will have to be split into parts and will be serialized in successive posts.

Part 2

act three

in the third act delirious 
the laws of physics etc.
he coughs his lungs out 
in wheezing jets
internal combustion is internal combustion
his bed of wheels begins to roll
first one wheel then the others
cough cough cough
his wheels roll the length of 
NEURO WARD 4's corridor
to the NEURO elevator 
and its NEURO music
by now familiar to you 
as that song in the head
cough cough cough
3 2 1 doors open out 
upon the concrete parking lot
out to Lucille the Oldsmobile 
they recognize one another
why no one knows 
this is an orphan's tale
composed with the licensed use 
of Orphan Guild secrets
raised on the back seat 
suckled by giant oranges
weaned on foot long hot dogs 
at the nation's roadside
Musella my injection!

act four

in the 4th phantom of the opera 
the tank hits empty
his lungs flat and black 
as a piece of big rig recap
in desperation piles bricks on seat
heaves bricks back onto concrete
salutes au revoir to the mirror's horizon
and rolls onward 
propelled by what is equal
what is opposite 
according to St. Newton
the law of the motor 
what goes in must come out
seriously Lucille rolls 
upon the concrete gridway
steering herself autonomously
everything left to chance
we now know any nightmare 
propelled by what is equal and opposite
will roll through the divider 
and off the bed-road
Musella vacuums up the glass 
and sorts out the tubing
our fugitive lays low by his radio 
signal up full
awaiting the footsteps 
and stethoscope of Tex Amphora
the archaeologist cowboy surgeon
took my case in a bar stool wager 
betting on flesh made perfect
the fool the angel

5 minute intermission

they taught me how to act 
onstage I mean in stages
strangers said I'd grow out of it
friends said I'm gonna die from it
there comes a time in a youth's youth
when he discovers 
that the machinery on the interstate
can play the sound of skidding wheels 
on a Steinway
so

a much needed musical interlude then
acto sexto



From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
http://tinyurl.com/nhfk6dr

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Premium Member Acid Rain

The serious Train De-railment in Ohio has led to toxic Phosgene and other toxins to be burned into the air. Phosgene known for use in World War 1 and killed at least 100,000. Now, wildlife, household pets, chicken, cattle and many fish are dying. Toxins are in the Ohio River that supplies drinking water to millions. This very serious situation is not getting the proper attention of the government or the main stream media

Update: Fema has said they will not help Ohio because houses were not destroyed!! Now, a man took a stick and stirred the stream water and every color imaginable surfaced from the toxins. On video.  A parking lot of dead birds was found 350 miles away in Lexington KY. On video. The governor claims the DOD advised the burn of toxins from the train cars. Large plume still moving at 1mph toward West VA. I may need to write a blog about this.  Very serious.

Update 2/19/23. A resident from the area reported seeing no wildlife at all. Another person reported from outside the area, seeing toxic rain on the windshield. Just like I thought. The large toxic plume is traveling slowly 1 mph.  It is reported to be heading Northeast. Please check your streams and stir water to see if colored toxins surface. Also, please look at wildlife. Both these things will indicate toxins in the area.

Update: 7/2/24: Since this poem, toxins reached my yard ...with the snow over 500 miles from where they deliberately burned the chemicals. It sickened my dog and I, completely changing my life. The soil at my home was tested and proven to have the toxins from the train derailment.  Also , orange slime landed on my tree in the rain and tested positive for Benzene. I documented everything. I wrote many poems and blog posts too. My dog died just recently after suffering and fighting to live. I have now lost my home too. The Govt did a huge cover up after they had approved the burn of the chemical filled train cars. But recently Wisconsin researchers including weather experts came out with evidence the toxins reached 16 US states in the rain and snow. This has been the biggest chemical disaster in US history. A travesty for many. 


               acid rain will fall
           toxic chemicals in air
             silence now deadly

Heidi Sands

2/14/23
Form: Haiku

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