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In my mind I'm a cowpoke
Glass of jack in my hand
Watching Texas Two step
To a Texas Swing Band.
I've got slim line Levi's jeans
And a black Stetson hat
and tooled leather boots
I'm a real cool cat.
There's no jingling spurs
Or pistols slapping leather
Just the sound of the couples
Dancing close together.
This place is Hicksville,
Any state, Western USA
The time is the present
The date is today.
No hitching rail of horses
Ears twitching in the breeze
Just a big concrete car park
Full of dusty SUVs.
As the last notes of swing
Slide down past my ears,
I open my eyes
And reality appears.
No glass of Jack
Just a mug of cold tea;
No roomful of dancers
Just lonely old me.
There'll come a time
But I don't know when
I'll close my eyes
And go back there again.
Slumped in my chair
I know I'll soon find
Hicksville, USA, filed
Bright and clear in my mind
They shouldn’t need to make caskets only four feet long
Pediatricians shouldn’t have to specialize in oncology
Scarves shouldn’t be worn by ten year old girls
To protect their bald heads as caused by radiology
Little arms shouldn’t bare puncture marks from IV needles
Fifth grade homework shouldn’t be delivered to hospital beds
Last rites shouldn’t be given before her confirmation dress is worn
Parents shouldn’t be praying that they were the ones dying instead
She is too innocent to fear her impending death
She is too young to regret having never fallen in love
Watching your child suffer through this torment and pain
It is easy to lose faith in a merciful God up above
Get well cards shouldn’t have Hello Kitty on front
A last wish shouldn’t be for a Happy Meal
When they remove her lifeless body from this hospital room
They shouldn’t need to prepare it for another sick boy or girl
They shouldn’t need to make caskets only four feet long
Easily carried by just two men
Funeral parlors shouldn’t be crowded with the grade school staff
And a roomful of crying children
For the "One Silver Tear Free Poetry Contest". Written and posted on 7/23/2012.
Uncanny inexplicable silence surrounds me unexpectedly,
when in the centre of a noisy demanding crowd,
every bit of sound evaporates, fades in total darkness,
people around me, familiar and unfamiliar ...
I perceive them in action - laugh, or converse,
watch their bodies moving,
contours of their faces changing
synchronizing with their voices,
but their gestures are illegible movements to me.
don't catch a word they say....
complete silence envelops my mind,
just watch some silent characters in a highly emotive drama!
When silence speaks to me among a roomful of visitors,
not leaving, I disappear from the place...
my absence doesn't create any void,
saffron imagination dawns on my dreamy eyes,
I am on top of a mysterious mountain where
a chartreuse waterfall descending with roaring noise
on the coral rocks,
halcyon water mirrors the serene emerald sky!
When silence speaks to me,
I imagine strolling on a harmonious village-path,
which meanders to unknown,
grass spectacular green, velvety soft,
and soothing, the tender touch of a doting mother
on her baby! mystifying sky leans on and whispers to me,
as if it has found its trustful confidant,
in that beautiful unperturbed silence, I only speak
to my own heart, which throbs pining
for a soul who had deserted me many years ago!
A Meeting after an eight hour day
Should include jubilant jiving,
Exciting conversation,
Lively chatter,
Not a speaker who drones on and on and on and on and on and on
In a disgustingly un-metered monotone voice
No lilt
No cadence
No melody
Just a methodical sameness
I am making a list of things that might get her excited-cobra biting her thigh,
School building burning to the ground, tiger tracks in the snow around her car...
Hooray! At last our unknown speaker has encouraged us, the audience, to talk.
We all lean in at our tables and talk toward each other
Loudly and rapidly
Words galloping out of our mouths as if a shot
Has been fired at the starting gate
Wrap it up! Wrap it up! Someone yells
I look up amazed. Her voice is excited.
We get a warning however we cannot shut up
So we keep talking
Wrap it up! Wrap it up! She yells.
A shriek type warning
Which we ignore
By the time this is over I decide
We did not need a cobra or a tiger.
All we had to do was be ourselves.
It is nigh onto impossible to control a roomful of teachers.
When silence listens to me in a serene moment,
I imagine strolling on a village-path
Meandering to the unknown,
The verdant grass I tread on, is velvety soft,
I remember my mother’s soothing touch,
The vermilion sky leans and whispers to me.
In that sublime unperturbed occasion,
I speak to my own heart throbbing and pining for the friend
Who deserted me many years ago!
Sometimes silence speaks to me
Among a roomful of unfamiliar visitors.
Like a wafting cloud I slowly disappear from their company,
No one notices the void my absence creates,
I feel myself in meditation with eyes closed
On top of a mountain where an emerald waterfall
Descends on the coral rocks with a roaring sound,
The halcyon water mirrors the crimson sky!
I sense the unruffled silence listening to my soul.
three crows and a hawk,
flying together
sounds like a cartoon
get your claws in this one
a sign of the times
my mind sees such things
written in the sky
on October 7th,
my birthday,
i was celebrating
in a Christian conference
with a roomful of women
hands open
praising the Lord
oblivious of happenings
in Israel
i saw baby Jesus
in my hands
felt the weight of Him
then He turned
into Jesus
off the cross
as if I was holding
him
like Mary
of course
i pondered this
days later
i thought of the babies
killed
in the time of Moses
i thought of the babies
killed
in the time of Jesus
Rachel’s tears,
she can not be comforted
once again
an attack on babies…
so what comes next?
the rapture…
the antichrist…
judgement…
Fall to our knees
Make things right with God
Do right
Love one another
even love your enemy
That is how good
God is
Man is often the beast
God is much more merciful
than man…
I have babysat a roomful of six year olds,
my heart beating louder than a pack of screaming hyenas.
I walked out with them quiet and safe in their parents arms.
I improvised a speech to an audience of millionaire entrepreneurs
that ended in a standing 'O'.
Often I danced with titanic sharks,
and even French Kissed Killer Whales.
I have slept deep in the grip of ink black jungles
on mid summer nights, no dream.
Once I hung on with two broken arms
five hundred feet above my demise, without a whimper.
I skated through fields of dead bodies
in not just one but two very nasty wars.
Played tag with the devil and in the end hung
his left horn above my fireplace,
yeah my fireplace I owed him that.
I swam naked on the crest of a waterfall
from the top of its peak to the concrete sheet at its bottom.
Many times, I have partied with death,
her bones drenched in the fluids of our perverse acts,
but not once did she leave the party with me on her arm.
But please,
p
p
p
p
p p p please,
don't,
please don't,
make me talk to my EX-WIFE again!
10~10~2014
She has remarkable social ability
To charm with humor and empathy
Her graces are of southern variety
A renaissance lady in modern society
Our journey of life's ups and downs
Is that of long talks, smiles and frowns
When one is lost we go to any length
To help the other find inner strength
Her will is of steel and heart of gold
Wit is quick... tells best stories told
Once faced down a roomful of lawyers
Strong is her faith in the Lord's powers
Our secrets we share - hopes and fears
In stages and layers of laughter and tears
We share our families and our friends
Will nurture and cherish to the end
To have such a friend I am beyond blessed
I don't tell her enough, I must confess
April 23, 2018
New Poems Only - 2 Contest - By Emile Pinet - Theme - Friendship
Eighth Place