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As soon as I ran that red light, I knew that our fates were sealed.
Because of my carelessness and stupidity, seven people were killed.
When I crashed, my wife and two children were killed instantly.
So were the people in the other car and it was all because of me.
It is horrible when people meet such a terrible fate.
When people think about me, their hearts are probably swollen with hate.
After the crash, I died two hours later on the operating table.
Somehow I made it to Heaven and I'm amazed that I was able.
All seven of us were sent to Heaven because of the fate that we were dealt.
Everybody might've survived if we had been smart enough to use our seatbelts.
The fact that I made it to Heaven proves that God has great mercy.
Only I deserved to die, I hope that people will eventually forgive me.
When I was young we had a station wagon and we never gave our parents flak
when, before safety regulations came along, they let us ride in the way back.
On any trip, when it came to my sister and me…the way back is where you’d find us.
Laughing together as we played games, fought and waved at cars behind us.
The way back was the most fun part of the car and if you need more proof:
We’d roll into each other around the corners
and on big bumps…our heads would hit the roof!
In the way back we pretended not to hear when Dad yelled,
“Kids…stop your fighting…don’t make me stop this car…I don’t want to hear a peep!”
In the way back on long trips it was easy to fall asleep.
The way back was built for imagining…all we had to do was close our eyes
and the way back became a fort, a jungle or a princess’s castle in the sky.
From the way back as we battled dragons or pirates on the seven seas
we thought we were just having fun…we never realized we were making memories.
But that’s exactly what we were doing…in the way back…don’t you see
before the station wagon was replaced by the minivan and SUV.
Oh, my children and grandchildren, strapped in seatbelts,
still imagined…still closed their eyes…
as their seats became forts or jungles or a princess castle in the sky.
And on long trips after all that imagining sometimes they’d fall asleep
and they still pretended not to hear me when I yelled,
“Kids…stop your fighting…don’t make me stop this car…I don’t want to hear a peep!”
But it’s not the same as it was for me…
for whatever story their imagination chooses…
The magic of their ride comes without the bumps or bruises.
That’s probably why as I watched my children and grandchildren grow up
In the car…as they played…then fought…then played again…
I’d smile…remembering when I was their age
in the way back…
way back when.
Potter in the sky promptly sculpts
Scrapes grey clay into piles pulsating
Driven t'ward dread, born for storm chasing
Seatbelts her, seized by brightest volts
Picked up by gusts, thunder grumble thrust
On ferris wheel rise, rocked spectator
Eyes agape, a brooding threat elates her
Tagged by lightning's tip, torn wide by lust
Truncheons swung from sweaty clouds, rain clubs
At the apex, a lurid bulb sideshow
Her fibres dilated, dauntless, haunted, aglow
Tormented, her descent releases cherubs
Twins, freshly festooned in her nursing
Sugar floss urchins, spun from ferris wheel frisson
Crushed by awe, she cries in downpour's christen
Halo wrapped clouds make a cradle immersing
Heaven's heartbeat heaves grievances
Disgusted dagger, a jagged floodlight bolt
Bred from bravery, her tributes to tumult
Conjure clemence, seek sweet sequences
6th July 2026
Written for Contest:
Ceraunophilia
Sponsor:
Craig Cornish
On a plane we sit, confined
With all our freedom left behind.
We cannot move around too much
And with our friends, can’t be in touch.
We eat what we have brought aboard
And in our carry-ons have stored,
Then turn to what we have to read
(Variety is what I need).
If seatmates shut the window shade,
The ones who sleep have got it made
But those who like to look outside
Do sadly have their views denied.
The seatbelts keep us safe, we’re told
But sometimes we get rock and rolled
If turbulence gets out of hand;
We count the minutes ‘til we land.
Distraction really is the key;
At least, it works quite well for me
For if I’m busy, I’m not apt
To ponder how, in flight, we’re trapped.
Do you feel safe
When there are several there?
People to protect you
People to help and share
People to direct you
People to listen and care
There’s no safety in numbers
Do you feel safe
After you’ve received a shot?
Something to discourage the flu
Something to dissuade the virus
Something to inhibit the infection
Something to prevent the sickness
There’s no safety in vaccines
Do you feel safe
After you’ve buckled up?
Listened to the basic law
Listened to the rules of the world
Listened to the regulation
Listened to the commandment
There’s no safety in seatbelts
Do you feel safe
After you’ve won the award?
Heard your name announced as the winner
Heard your idea proclaimed the leader
Heard your hope become the champion
Heard your beginning to lead to success
There’s no safety in self-esteem
Do you feel safe
After you’ve learned and trained?
After you’ve found the right way?
After you’ve grown to be mature?
After you’ve felt inspired to do it?
There’s no safety in lessons
True safety can be had
But it isn’t found in this land
There is only one place safety can be found
There is only safety in Jesus, my King!
"Road to Lovejoy - Piano for the Self Taught" (Part 1)
Liberation
of a sort
head out the car window
hair blowin’ in the breeze
I can hear the Crickets chirping
in the chilly winter freeze
I’m smiling
it’s good to be alive
until the old man shouts
“Hoi!
pull your head in a
truck’s coming!”
Right hand holding
the wheel steady
reaches over the gear stick
across me
no seatbelts back then
in the old Austin
winds up the window
a roll your own ***
hangs out the side of
his mouth
the Kimberly is a moving
gas chamber
I’m breathing it all in,
holding my paper bag
carsick from the fags
along a very long flat road
it’s seems like we’ve been driving
forever, all those Cane Toads jumping
across the “NO SPEEDING - ROOS CROSSING!” Zone,
We’re moving West not South
Erinmore roll your own
he licks then spits out.
“Count the roadposts”,
he barks out the corner of his
mouth, “that’ll be interesting”.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
there’s a Roo lying on the side
of the road in the dark,
the highbeam discloses it’s been
bleeding, intestines lying ripe
with blowflies and a Red Belly Black
by it’s side
“eating it’s gizzards”, I surmise
I swallow and cringe,
the word makes me think
of Frilly Lizards, throwing up and
I’m praying it’s gone to Roo Heaven.
8, 9, 10, 11,
before too long
I’m sleeping.
This, he’s commanded,
to keep me from barfing.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)
The absolute ultimate star of the show is here today,
And ready to go, so sit down, please stay.
She has words to say, a lot to impart.
So get ready, for she speaks from her heart.
She is in a wheelchair, has been since 1999.
Her life was changed that day, in a way un-sublime.
She was thrown out of a moving car, herself to blame.
Her back promptly snapped, her life never the same.
I wish I had worn my seatbelt, she told us all, with strife.
An easy fix that would have saved her this different kind of life.
She is at others’ mercy to get out of bed, has been since 1999.
She said she has a completely different kind of life, a harder kind.
The children were fascinated, as they heard her story, that dear.
There was barely a peep, and there were over a hundred and twenty in here.
The star and another lady showed them a film, and explained more too.
They begged these children to wear seatbelts, no matter what they do.
They did a great job, these presenters, these two.
They scared us all a bit, for that is what they do.
Their program is called Think First, these women who care.
They come for free, and they do a great job. Our children did stare.
We left that room, thinking loud and clear.
We left that room, all feeling life is a little more dear.
She said she was lucky, the star of the show.
But we were the lucky ones, now, and we know….
In the air, a warning
Lets us know what to expect.
Sit and fasten seatbelts!
Says the captain’s voice, direct.
We close our eyes or take a breath
And try our best to chill,
While making sure our coffee
Or tomato juice won’t spill.
But whether we are calm or not
We have to wait it out,
For it’s a part of what
An airplane flight is all about.
It’s just too bad in life we’re not
Provided with a clue
That turbulence is on the way
So we’ll know what to do.
Instead, we’re ambushed every time
And rarely are we ready,
For with no seat belts we proceed
Unstable and unsteady.
In times of anguish we could keep
Anxiety in line
If only we could be forewarned
And see a seatbelt sign.
Hop onboard overthinkers
A warm Welcome aboard the overthinker to all our guests,
Especially Mr insomnia, and Mrs overthinker, both frequent flyers and our VIP guests
I'll be your minds captain for this flight, through awake all damn night,
And then on to good mornings beaming bright resort in daylight,
We have no nap-overs or drifting-offs scheduled this is a long-ass-haul, direct flight,
Emergency exits are located in the right and left ear, emergency lights,
Are located along the optic nerve in case of loss of power,
We can also deploy an emergency slide down the nostrils should we encounter,
An emergency landing over the cerebrospinal sea,
Otherwise please fasten your seatbelts and enjoy tormenting this mind with me,
Dear passengers this is your captain speaking,
we are experiencing some frustration turbulence,
And some drowsiness daydreaming,
this is Likely to continue until 4am so please remain seated,
As our head is hitting head on, stormy pillow clouds, and alas
A tossing and turning tornado has formed in our flight path,
Forcing us to go around the temporal lobe which will mean a delay to our arrival,
Passengers you can now lift up your eyelids once the kettles foggy fog,
Has cleared you'll be able to see the sacred sea of coffee,
And as we loop around the kitchen island there shines a good mornings sunrise,
Passengers we have arrived at our destination, good morning,
Upon the irises horizon is the sunrise dawning,
Here the local time is 5am and the current temperature is about 36 degrees,
Welcome to our new guests and a warm welcome back to our 2 VIPs,
We hope you enjoy your stay here at the daytime resort,
Oh don't forget to checkout our duty free thoughts
On your way out, I've been your mind's captain
Remember time flies when you're having fun aboard this mental contraption
So hop aboard this mind if you are to an overthinker,