Long Shock Poems
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*Image of Betty White by Pinterest.
Betty White RIP
Alas!
She Passed,
Betty,
Firstly,
Then White,
Finite,
Icon,
Like On,
TV,
Marquee,
AM,
FM,
Invest,
Her Best,
Female,
Prevail,
Guinness,
Booked As,
Premiere,
Career,
Shadows,
Gameshows,
Mary,
Murray,
Ted And,
Sue Ann,
High-Strung,
Sharp-Tongue,
Antics,
Frantics,
Leaven,
Seven,
Golden,
Stolen,
Bea, Rue,
Stan Too,
Miles And,
Nylund,
Fourth Gal,
Estelle,
Neighbor,
Failure,
Drop Dead,
She Did,
Gun Shot,
In Shock,
Hearts Race,
Shot Vase,
Herring,
War Scene,
Rose Tell,
Naught Well,
Funny,
Zany,
Skip Skit,
Lost It,
Girls Said,
And Begged,
Show Say,
No Way,
Were Told,
Too Gold,
Kitchen,
Sit Scene,
Bea's Chair,
Centered,
Her Face,
Priceless,
Patience,
Listens,
Blanche's,
Sex Phase,
Estelle's,
Regales,
Rose Talks,
Olaf's,
Both Shows,
Few Knows,
Actress,
Eldest,
Blonde Dyes,
Blue Hides,
Kids None,
Stepmom,
Ludden's,
Children,
(Alan Ludden's first marriage)
*RIP Betty White*
Betty White suffered a stroke six days earlier before dying in her sleep at her Brentwood, CA., home from cerebrovascular disease, (01/17/1922-12/31/2021) at 99.
2022 February 13
*1st Place*
A Strand (1073)
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 February 14
Weird, strange, illusion, dream, nonsense; words plenty since ever
To overcome fear, avoid confusion, maintain commonsense or whatever!
But this story of mine is an experience I record as game of nature;
Revisiting it, wondering on the hows and whys over the years as I grew mature.
The answer only he held; the one who wished to live life careless and carefree!
Then one day he sunk in the marsh and died, setting her widowed mother free
As if of all frustrations and reproaches from kin, peers and so many in the locality!
A good soul he had met once who admonished him, patiently
And left him in some good hands who could guide him start anew.
He tried to change but at his own time, as of what was in future he had no clue.
What thoughts in mind and what visions froze in eyes closing to death? One phone call to the good soul after a year; as if from other realm, a message.
His name he left, saying to tell that good soul he had called; was it a presage?
That good soul ready ever to help called a friend who related to him in melancholy;
That very morning, he had been to the boy’s one year after death ceremony!
The good soul sat in shock; he didn't even know about his death a year back.
In trance he walked to his fiancée's house; over night he talked to her about him, in flashback!
(I wrote a short story on this. Based on true experience in 1993, some months before my wedding. It was during the “Pitra Paksh” (Fete des morts in Hindi) – here we are actually in this period which ends on 1st oct 2016. The boy met my fiancé, a youth worker, who had some words with him and his family. He never met him again. Among Hindus the final after death ceremony is performed after one year of death and it is believed that the soul, if not departed earlier, has to after the last and final ceremony)
You took advantage of me
My youth and gullibility
A medical professional held in such high esteem
Yet behind a closed door evil schemed
An older gentleman with charismatic charm
Interested, funny, reassuring, calm
Highly regarded ,recommended, well known
No fear at all of being with you alone
A bustling surgery with comings and goings
Streams of patients that just kept flowing
My appointments were always early morning
Before my work-day started transforming
It started with little things and l just wasn’t sure
My mind in turmoil as l walked out your door
Blaming myself …..this just can’t be
This man is the best in the business ….so it has to be me!
The day l knew it was definitely not right
In shock, uncomfortable, embarrassed…..l took flight
I cried so hard…l felt violated
My whole being felt desecrated
I made a call, my story pursued
Confirming my truth ,my trust and body you abused
My own questions, doubts, uncertainty l hushed
Believing instead in a man of position and trust
You did to me what you shouldn’t do
For your own pleasure .… there was no excuse
A trusting young woman you exploited and abused
You took advantage of me…..Shame, Oh shame on You!
A thousand vents for blowing grease
the burger bleeds and trickles.
The stove tops way of frying meat
to sell their grease and pickles.
A greasy slab to clot your blood.
The hamburger's inflection.
A special sauce to fatten up
the liver from protection.
A heart attack to fear aloud
you come to feel the hurt.
Your senses blind to feeling pain
your swearing has to blurt.
A paramedic standing by
with paddles out to shock.
The ventilator turned on low
in case you start to gawk.
A hospital for calculating
service for your wealth.
but don't forget the morgue is there
and that could mean your health.
I rose up from my bed, feeling better than I have in weeks;
With energy that has been absent, feeling rosiness in my cheeks.
I felt like I could dance and waltzed across the floor,
Twirling an imaginary partner I danced and waltzed some more.
I was light on my feet, feeling like I was floating in the air;
The shortness of breath I’ve had - no longer was it there.
Then suddenly I realized, there were people watching me,
How they came to be in my room was a total mystery.
I started recognizing faces of people from my past;
Some of whom it was many years since I’d seen them last.
Their faces were aglow; they smiled from cheek to cheek;
I turned back toward my hospital bed – where my body laid in its final sleep.
I felt an initial shock, mixed with panic and some fear,
When the meaning of my feeling good to me had become clear.
Then a nurse walked in my room and my pulse she tried to take;
She turned off all the monitors and covered up my face.
I felt a tapping on my shoulder and recognized her at first glance;
My wife who passed four years ago asked, “May I have this dance?”
Doctor Octopus
Doctor Octopus or Doc. Ock
brought violent shock
to super human
Spiderman
as prominent
opponent
forming supervillain team
with strength supreme,
being founder
and leader
of Sinister Six,-
taking risk
of conflicts to fix.
A mad scientist
Yet on top list.
Intelligent myopic
appearing in American comic.
Sporty character showing miracles,
overcoming obstacles,
holding strong durable appendages,-
his gifted advantages:
Octopus's tentacles.
03\16\23
Supervillains
Contest by Robert James Ligouri.
“… The 1986 revolution in the Philippines … brought an end to the martial law imposed by Marcos’ regime in 1972, and saw the accession to power of the first woman president, Cory Aquino.”
Freedom songs of militant optimism
Reigned with victorious patriotism
Liberty shouting spirit of volunteerism
Vanquishing oppressed activism…
Music reverberating freedom’s prevalence
Street dancing breaking Martial Law’s silence
Commending People power revolution excellence
God I thank for His bestowed historical opulence…
Such marked grand national milestone in my College days
Having first woman president along political race
After freedom-driven coup d’etat of peaceful ways
The Lord I praise for His provident grace…
Best of all is my spiritual freedom exposure
Midst university culture shock pressure
Genuine peace*, divine liberation I gained with pleasure
Through Jesus Christ the Saviour Who my eternity does assure.
*Romans 5:1 Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ.
March 12, 2020
1st place, "DANCE WITH ME" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues; judged on 4/7/2020.
Not far from my bustling town of Baiano, which welcomed anyone,
there was a camp set up for gypsies,
not with dangerous tramps and thieves,
it looked like a concentration camp:
a territory restricted and feared
by the locals when they burned logs themselves to keep warm;
and despite alienation and distrust, out of it came inner beauty.
Mandisa and I became friends,
and we chatted after I finished school;
many wonderful stories of Egypt she told me:
from every Pharaoh who ever lived to the last tribe of gypsies.
While everybody was suspicious and kept the distance,
prejudice didn't keep me away from her...we shared the same feelings
of two young people, but mine were somewhat more real,
hers were not too realistic considering the condition she lived in:
a camp that resembled a ghetto without any help from the Government.
At dusk, the males played the Ouds and Riqs
that surely brightened up a cloudy sky over their squalid tents...
residents listened, but thought their music was dedicated to their Goddess Iris:
what a misconception they had about theses gypsies who never hurt anyone!
With arms hugged across my chest, feeling the crispness of the evening breeze,
I listened to every song they sang with a nostalgia an outsider couldn't describe,
then I grabbed Mandisa's hand and started to dance!
They cheered and played that music louder..everyone came out of their homes
thinking that a concert was in progress, but they were taken by shock:
their bitter looks changed to human tenderness seeing two kids dance,
one of their own country: beautiful Italy and the other from
mysterious Egypt which they knew little about.
We looked at them and smiled and invited them to join us to form a ring
where all held each other hand: two races coming together
in friendship and harmony that before seemed a mere impossibility!
Copyright 2012 by Andrew Crisci
I'm driving down the street
Taking in the sight & sounds.
I see a disturbing sight
A family pushing a shopping cart around.
Their clothes are dirty
They look like they haven't eaten in days.
But somehow it doesn't bother them
They don't seemed to be fazed.
People walked & drove past them
As if they weren't there.
They acted like, it isn't my problem
Why should I care?
I wanted to get out my car
& offer this family some encouragement.
Give them a few bucks
So their kids could have some nourishment.
I didn't, I kept driving
& stopped looking their way.
I was like everyone else
I didn't care anyway.
I started thinking of my own children
Could I put them through this?
Could we fit all we own in a shopping cart
& still live in bliss?
Would our pride allow us
To ask strangers for change?
Would we suffer from culture shock
If our lives were that much rearranged.
Would we be able to deal with
The weather, the hunger, shame?
To be amongst the nameless
Where no one knows your name.
I started to feel bad for this family
So I turned my car around.
I went to look for them
But they were nowhere to be found.
I got home & got on my knees
& began to pray.
I asked God to shine his light on them
& give this family better days.
I prayed for those 3 children
Who looked tired & worn out.
I prayed for their mother too
Her eyes were so filled with doubt.
I prayed for their father
Who felt like he failed his family.
Who am i to judge them
Hell, that could of been me.
For some reason that family
Stays on my mind.
I never saw them again
They're just a memory in time.
I often wonder what became of them.
Did they ever get through this?
They are stronger than my family
There's no way we could ever do this.
When I start thinking life is hard
& my world's coming apart.
I just think of that family
Pushing that Wal-Mart shopping cart.
Ages and ages I’ve been sat in this chair
Bored out of my brain it’s really not fair
Can’t wait much longer until it’s my turn
Don’t keep me waiting I’m nervous and my tummy does churn
Everyone else has gone in before me
Feeling frustrated, fed up, so please hear my plea
Going to burst soon, this pressure needs to ease
Help me! Somebody help me please
I am going to burst my bladder if you don’t see me soon
Just 5 more minutes or I will wee in this room
Keep me waiting much longer and I will scream out loud
Look its no fun peeing in public and I am so very very proud
My nerves are shattered and I’m so so scared
Need to have this procedure and I thought you would have cared
Oh hurry up and call my name
Please please hurry or I will go insane
Queuing and waiting is really no fun
Right now I simply need this thing to be done
Success! My name has just been called
Tugging my hair out I was rapidly going bald
Utter bliss when it’s over then I can go to the loo
Value your health its something we all must do
WHAT - THE MACHINE IS BROKEN AND WON’T BE MENDED TODAY
Xpletive - I won’t shock you with the words I would say!
You cannot be serious … I’ve got to wait
Zombified until I get a new appointment date
~8~16~14
Submitted to abecadarian contest Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger