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(This is a fictional poem)
I want someone to show some mercy and put a bullet in my brain.
That's the only thing that will take away the pain.
Life was once great and it was filled with viigor.
But now I want someone to put a gun to my head and pull the trigger.
I'm no longer a husband or a dad.
While I was driving my family to Florida, I got very mad.
My kids wouldn't stop screaming so I started driving really fast.
I crashed the car and now the only thing I have of my family are memories of the
past.
I was the only one who was wearing a seatbelt and that's why I survived.
I wish I was dead and my family was still alive.
When I look in the mirror, I see someone who I despise.
Please take away my pain by putting a bullet right between my eyes.
Form:
Its raven skin follows without a 'woof,'
no bark no bite,
darker than a shadow in sunlight.
It reflects in the mirror,
staring with 'Edgar Allan Poe,' ebony eyes.
At dawn it's at the bedside,
wanting to wander into the morning mist.
At twilight it rests its head on my pillow,
stalking, into my sleep.
It sits on the passenger seat,
without a seatbelt, unfocused,
unconcerned, like it has no need to exist.
It plods slowly around the office,
slumping forward, back curved like a 'jack knife.'
Colleagues ignore its obsidian paws,
sore from scabs, resting on the desk.
Its head droops with my sullen, dull ache.
Its tongue looks rough, no saliva drips -
a bit like my cracked lips.
We both seem to breathe in dry air,
as it feeds on my molasses mind.
It has no interest in sticks nor treats,
nor cares to leave my side.
A sinister magnetic faithfulness.
Unmoved, as I vomit black bile.
I wonder how is he a man's best friend?
Respect dead people and never sleep with them
Don't expect call backs from the dead
Smoking, drinking and deceased in trunks of cars
Are bad habits and probably against the law in Alabama
It is impolite to shoot dead people out of canons
Or drop them from airplanes way up high at midnight
Though they have no fear of flight or need of parachutes
The activities are rude so just don't do it
Dead people belong in cemeteries or in urns
Not meant to be refrigerated in home appliances
Or kept next to the milk and cheese for freshness
They are not good company but make great listeners
Carpool lanes move faster with more bodies in the car
When stopped for speeding dead people come in handy
Place one of them in the driver's seat to get the fine
They don't mind screaming cops or ticketing
Let them rest in peace with or without a seatbelt on
The safest place on Earth to sleep is in the cemetery
Dead people will never hurt you because they are dead
Fear the living because they are alive and kicking heads
Humorous Humors and tumorous assumers and crazy-fascinated consumers spend their money with wings on luxuries of the heart, going topsy-turvy over pleasures and expensive firs
Throw away past pleasures beyond blessing-cursing measures - nothing lasts like future pasts..nothing matters, so don't bother to be the opposite of abstract abyss blurs
You're outta luck
Better luck next time
For trying real hard, here's a buck
Shucks, you're real nice and our irrelevant relationship is super sublime and quite crime
Calm down...faith weighs a pound and hopeless is field-of-avarice-grown
Don't wear a frown
Hyper much? What's for lunch?
Love me a bunch? Here's a punch...
Drink up the blud of defeat
It's from my heart to yours
Let your hands fall to your feet...
Perfect feats and epic, RAD beats got me rocking on my car seat with a seatbelt of course
Threatened like Thor with a hammer...
Attacked a predator of evil endeavors
I'm not antman or any man at that lever
Captain America and Batman saved me and like catman, oh do I let out my thankurrs (thank you purrs)
Stand tall
Crack open the backtracked lies
Don't fall
Or you'll lose it all in farewell's, goodbye's
Boy, how time flies
Girl, you're my seasoned fries
Give it your all tries
Try to make out self-controlled replies
Patience is a peaceful, virtuous vibe I get from you
I getcha loud and clear, misses and misters
You're a disaster in disguise of a dream come true
Fetch me, ah, your scars that turn to embarrassing blisters...shocking to the sight...like hustlers, trying to be like preachers...practice what you preach, gold diggers
We are on the same bus
So don't fuss and cuss...
Unless I say so or He says so, which is hardly ever
Go wherever you wind flows and blows...a mighty blur and I blurt out His Word that heal and my words that injure like gossip murmurs
Sit down
With your grace gown
Disgrace clown...
Mind-blown...got owned - home-bound with a sound of we-are-outta-town
Zero in
Infinity out
Peace out
Kaos in
I liv to luv
I die to h8
I liv to expresssss
I die to impressss
I was pulled from a swimming pool when I was 7 years old
gasping, frightened, cold
must learn to be water safe before I go in over my head
I was struck by a car when I was 9
bruised, shaken, embarrassed, but very much alive
must learn to look both ways
I was told my pneumonia was touch and go when I was 14
I'd never seen a doctor look so worried before
must learn to rest
I took a corner too fast on my bike when I was 17
cut, bleeding, startled
must learn to ride more slowly around corners
I was rescued by a lifeguard at the beach when I was 22
frightened by the immense power of the ocean currents
must learn to respect the rip tide
I was thankful for the seatbelt in a collision when I was 28
rattled by the poor judgement of the drunk driver
must learn to drive defensively and never presume safety
I emerged unscratched after spinning 360 on a wet freeway at 47
protected by a guardian angel from a potential fatality
must learn to check my tire treads and drive slowly
Not knowing the preciousness of life
until it was nearly snatched away
dear life, I love you so!
written 3 Aug 2020
The Grand Canyon_what a sight
Aerial view a delight
Six passenger plane
Over the canyon strains
Into barf bag said Last Rites
Inspired by Carolyn Devonshire's contest about vacations
Not an entry
About twenty-five years ago, we went to the Grand Canyon
and during the short stay decided to go on an airplane ride
over the canyon to get a bird's eye view. I get motion sickness
but it started off great. I go piece of cake, I can do this then
we hit the turbulance over the canyon and I sat with a barf
bag the whole trip..The airplane would shake, the engine
sounded strained, and then it would drop and I would be
in mid-air held by a seatbelt..My husband was going to
film the whole trip for the future but when we hit the first
pocket of turbulance he dropped the camera and filmed
the underside of the pilots seat for 20 minutes..
I stand above the sleeping man,
Looking down on him at rest.
Or is he sleeping?
Is he - "at rest"?
Now I am not sure.
Perhaps he is unconscious.
Perhaps he is ... dead.
I notice he is fully clothed - with his shoes still on.
Certainly, not the attire of a man who has gone to bed ... willingly.
Is that blood upon his shirt?
I try to get my bearings.
Where exactly am I?
How did I come to be here looking down on this man?
And, who might he be?
I recognize the ring upon his hand.
That is my father's ring ...
Or, at least, it used to be ...
Before he gave it ... to me!
The flashing lights gain my attention.
I now know where I am - on the side of the road near my house.
That is my car wrapped around the tree.
The missing windshield is a reminder that I forgot to fasten my seatbelt ... again.
And that man I stand above is ...
Or, rather, used to be ...
Me
Her belly is swollen with our future heir
when the bed sheets become all wet;
It’s off to the hospital to do the Lamaze
that for weeks we have practiced.
Excited fear is in the air
as I carefully help her into the car;
Seatbelt extensions are required
and I know just where they are.
Even at three o’clock in the morning
a maternity ward is wide awake;
Family members that I have called
arrive in the waiting room to wait.
The miracle of birth is a wonderful thing
when you are the spectator, expectant Dad;
The fact that I cannot feel the pain for her
makes me feel awfully bad.
I see the head begin to present
and my knees get wobbly and weak;
Before I faint in the busy room
I look for an empty chair to take a seat.
The piercing cries of our newborn child
produces renewed energy inside of me;
The exhausted smile on my wife’s face,
I am so happy to see.
We have a brand new girl, without a name -
we haven’t decided on one we both do like;
For as long as I live the rest of my life,
I’ll never forget this wonderful night.
Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity sis-boom... bye.
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, just like that, I am gone, after living out, like water up the spout it's all days gone bye.
Like a riddle, It's long, it's short, it goes by quick, after all, is said and done we don't really give a lick.
Chased the dream until I screamed, some attained, some elusive but at a price that is utterly too abusive.
Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity sis-boom... sigh.
We just leave as we should because it's time, time for God's next trick. Rich man, poor man it don't matter none we have had our fill and our fun.
Next man up, fasten your seatbelt it's quite the ride, don't want to fall until it's your time to die........
Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity... my oh my!
Everything true was just mere lies, some more, some less but lies nonetheless, deceived, distressed, completely undressed.
What to think, what to say, when all of one's beliefs are taken away, press pause? restart? reboot you say? It's all a bit late, it's all rather moot, wouldn't you say?
It's all very odd to begin the decline when everything seems strangely fine? It all weighs so heavily though on your mind.
Best not to think, just do! try to win each day as it's all anew. It's good, it's bad, it's happy, it's sad, my son calls me dad so I'm not feeling mad, just happy to be and, not, not be and to be as long as I possibly can be. Is that the answer? maybe? we'll see.......
Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity... Please don't cry
For we die each night, Born again every day, take it or leave it, it's better that way. Take it!, take it, I say, try to make it just one more day, what more can one possibly say, but be thankful for just one more precious day.
Like the common fruit fly and cockroach, our life span is but a blink of an eye before we die, just minutes off the cosmic clock of which we have no apparent key to its eternal lock
William (Billy) Avery mailman extraordinaire for ten years
His beautiful loving wife, Irene, Loved beyond this World
I remember the day Billy was skipping down the sidewalks
Hey Billy ,what’s up You seem exuberantly Happy today
After ten years Irene is no longer barren, I’m going to be a father
It’s a Girl ,a gift from heaven , a Princess, a heavenly Angel
This is my daughter, my existence, my future Angel Maria Avery
The whole town watched the proudest Papa carrying his Angel
Door to door ; Here’s your mail this is my daughter Angel Maria
The years went on : Angel an Angel growing in Daddy’s heart
Sweet sixteen, Learner’s Permit in hand “Daddy can I drive?”
How could he say no ; To the Supermarket and right back home
Check your mirrors, adjust your seat , Seatbelt; and let’s go slowly
How am I doing Daddy, suddenly a thud, Daddy I hit a dog, panic
She hit’s the gas instead of the brakes: the oak tree didn’t move
Billy woke up ;something warm running in his eyes; ANGEL
She lay there covered in blood, Her cell phone; 981 Damn
My fingers are to big for these tiny numbers 911 Dispatch
What is Your emergency, My daughter and I have been in an accident
Is she conscious, No: Is she breathing :I don’t know I can’t move my legs
The Ambulance is on the way. ANGEL, ANGEL, A N G E L!!
Inspired by Gareth James Contest "Leave Me Hanging"