Long Prepped Poems
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The auditorium was filled
With every class in school.
On stage, a small TV set sat –
For sure, too miniscule.
The year was ’61 or 2,
A spaceship set to go,
With either Alan Shepard
Or John Glenn; I do not know.
But we’d been prepped and we were psyched;
We watched in silent awe,
Though only those in front were sure
Of what they really saw.
I though of that last night as I
Was fixed on my TV
To watch the capsule slowly drift
And plop into the sea.
To many younger folk, this wasn’t
Much of a big deal.
They couldn’t quite experience
What those my age did feel
Remembering so long ago
When space was the frontier
We thought we’d conquer, but that was
A different atmosphere.
As it is the way with me, I have the car prepped by individuals whose love of the industry has acquired a rather peculiar name, "Grease Monkey."
I have no understanding of vehicles or their inner makings of their encasement under the hood the concepts of an engine. Repairing a flat tire, or locking the keys in the car, whereto, I leave it to AAA for its resolve.
Now the picture is made clear, the vehicle industry is one subject matter, when it comes to my person, I have little to no interest.
Now we're heading back to the Bay Area, and the four of us have some great conversations, lots of laughing, funny incidences in housekeeping.
I drove up to let all three off at Derek's place and waited in my car, as Derek went to retrieve his car. Jane and I shared some new news and there was no mention of that store incident, though it dwells in the back of our heads.
Derek drove to my driver's window, and I said I was going off to work, and I drove away and off to work I went, as they got into Derek's car till I was unable to see them.
In the tall many-eyed hospital
I am shrunken into a small pocket of isolation
waiting for a man to die or
the replanting of a once mislaid miracle.
I'm ducking beneath time and place waiting for something
I dare not name yet.
A stranger walks by,
he looks at me as if I am known to him
I want to tell him I hardly know myself anymore
but now his eyes are glazing over with indifference.
I’ve been here before,
a little further down this corridor
as a person blanked to off-white for the ease of finding;
a fearless medical concern, laid-out,
detailed, prepped for the probing,
one wrist banded just in case the unforeseen
grew too large to be ignored.
Today I am only a figure on a bench
visiting, hoping for news of death postponed
trying to recall one iota of the fear I once left here
as I, bundled against a heartless wind
was delivered back into a living space,
a place my friend may not find anymore.
Come live with me love in my den,
inside this lively little glen
there lives a girl who cares for all
Each flower/tree suspires in true
adorned by them I'm never blue
here with my pad and fountain pen;
Eclipse the stars and light my way
yes go ahead and make my day
with you around, I'm 8 ft tall
a giant prepped for sea and sky
a lady always, on a high...
with you around I'm 8 ft tall
Come live with me love in my den
let's play recall remember when
we lived on sun and hoolahoops
beneath God's kingdom sure and true
each daisy picked was filled with dew
a child of LOVE, now here's the scoop
I'm glad you live inside my heart
where you will always be a part
you'll keep me safe and in the loop
as long as you are there with me
I'll always live a life of glee
with you around I can recoup
From sickness and all human ails
so LOVE, please join me in my den
and walk with me as I travail.
June 15, 2018
He's tiny
barely one inch long,
stubby tail
too short to grab or hold.
Glossy black ebony fur
so thick and full
reflected in the rays of sun
too brief to be seen.
He's fast and quick
slithering between the stones
appearing in the hidden crevices
then gone.
The seeds are set
clustered in a dish
prepped for bird, squirrel or chipmunk
but from the earth below he rises.
Rippled fur to find a place
taking seed hurriedly
just one or two
then disappears.
Beneath the stones somewhere
below the piled branches
in between the scattered leaved
he slips into a burrowed home.
There lies piles of sequestered seed
stored dry, ready and safe
for the cold winter ahead
the stockpile haven
of a tiny shrew.
What looked above like solid ground
was chosen as a building site.
A sinkhole brought the building down
It fell as one decayed by blight.
Likewise, in life, sinkholes appear
and wreck the plans that we have laid
destroying that which we hold dear
and causing our daydreams to fade.
It could be news about a spouse
caught in a secret love affair
that does love’s flaming fire dowse
and proves to be your future’s snare.
A disease found in routine tests
that threatens life with certain death
and sows distress within your breast
fostering fear with every breath.
The wealth lost when the market crashed
turning stock gains to stinging pain
life’s hope of ease, suddenly dashed
the victim of a sinkhole vein.
A career-ending firing
shaking the lifestyle you have built,
When Wall Street is not hiring,
This sinkhole makes your good life tilt.
Life’s sinkholes suddenly appear
with no rhyme and without reason
So, be prepared, keep your mind clear
prepped to live in every season.
To survive life’s scary sinkholes
you must build on solid bedrock.
Choose Jesus Christ, the only sure link
In the sinkhole He’ll be your rock.
You are beautiful, they say,
Your golden locks flow so naturally.
You are so beautiful, they croon,
Is it me that they are really talking to?
Each day I step onto my daily stage,
Prepped and pruned for the day.
I step one heeled foot at a time,
To be beautiful, is the only way.
I sit and watch as proper beauties go by,
I wondered if they think about me too?
Does a vision of beauty cloud their minds?
Is it something that to them that is true?
I am not beautiful, I said to me
I look nothing like a magazine.
I am not beautiful, I said
I am not like the image I have in my head.
I steady on in heeled toe shoes throughout the day,
Pretending with painted face and painted smile.
I make no fuss and no complaint, I can do this,
I will show the world, I understand its crooked way.
Once at home, my tears they do fall,
I cry out loud, I am not beautiful at all.
I switch off beautiful moving pictures,
And sink down to the floor.
He speaks the words I so wanted know,
Beauty is in the beholders eyes, He whispers.
I wonder how his words could ring true,
Beauty is in the beholders eyes, he says
If only beauty looks like you!
I smile and realise it's not in the eyes,
But in the heart, that’s where it starts.
You can only be beautiful if you have love,
Because true beauty starts in the heart.
Well, it's inspection time again!
The Boys in the Barracks are wiping,
buffing, spit-polishing, belts and buckles...
Lest they feel the Wrath of their D.I.'s Knuckles!
Now, once they're all prepped and polished,
Some may soon find...their world demolished!
silence falls...Quick footsteps down the hall...
Not, One, Soul, Is, BREATHING...At ALL!
ATTEN-SHUN! BARRACKS READY FOR INSPECTION SIR!
AS YOU WERE CORPORAL! What Have We Got HERE?
You MAGGOTS! Look like something that...
Got PAID!, Got LAID!!, and then...Got...FRAPPE'D!!!
YOU...CALL...YOURSELVES...MARINES???
CUZ, I'VE GOT A BETTER DESCRIPTION!... LADIES!!!
PRIVATE KLUTZ!!!, STEP FORWARD!!!
THIS...is what the H, E, double Hockey Sticks...I MEAN!
What the HELL!...is that...GACK!!!...on your RACK???
It looks like...you Lost your PAY...Playing...POKER!!!
Couldn't AFFORD...to get...LAID!...
Couldn't AFFORD...to Get... FRAPPE'D!!!
Then YOU...told...ALL...The Others...YOUR BROTHERS!!!
YOUUU!...FELT SICK...BUT INSTEAD...WHIPPED YOUR WICK!!!
IF YOU PREFER TO BLOW...GUNK!!!...ON YOUR...BUNK!!!
THEN...SAVE YOUR GRAVY!!!...AND...JOIN...THE...NAVY!!!
AS YOU WERE...PRIVATE!!!
The gift of friendship arises,to be built on step by step
the good feelings that can`t be bought,spinning off lines cant be prepped
just watching you and skin bonding every meet,
puts a lovely feeling around me,you and Col a friendly treat.
Our crowd that bonds together,is something to behold
for it`s value is far greater,than a mountain made of gold
it costs nothing for politeness,nor to give a helping hand
nor to have a word when one is down, and head is in the sand.
The crack we have between us, is really so unique
i cannot complete this poem Trish,without a mention of ya beak ;)
nor the hamsters wheel,or tids slanty eyes,
but whatever goes around, we are all the loving kinda guys.
Written By: D. Collins 10/28/25
A cup of Steelo, Karrueche, Chanel, Carly, and Rob.
Is way better than coffee when heading to the job.
A good chuckle and hard laugh before starting our day.
Will guide grumpy morning people in a different way.
It will lift us up so high where nothing can go wrong.
Carry it throughout the day and hopefully pass along.
People will wonder what you're smiling about.
You've had a ridiculous morning without a doubt.
Pumped and prepped because LIFE IS SO GOOD.
Spread the capital letters throughout the neighborhood.
Anything can be fixed no matter how it's going.
With just Ridiculous early in the morning.