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Turbulent!
In my car, I drove down the drenched street.
I thought "wow if it rains anymore I would have to eject my seat!"
People with disgusted looks tried to pass on by.
This is turning out to be more than a typical scenic drive!
The winds began flogging my car from side to side.
MORE rain pummeled down; then I went wayside!
Ominous threat of dark clouds started making their way down!
Forbidding, sinister and angry; they began to swirl around!
I located a shelter and quickly made my way in.
The opposing ireful tornado; threw things in a tailspin!
Hail hammered on the roof with all its might!
Continuing sporadically on into the night!
Finally; the outside world grew still~I opened the door.
With a heart wrenching look, "we're not in Kansas anymore."
One evening Bob nervously said
I kinda like three in a bed
She said I’ve got friends
And each of them tends
To share the desires in your head
The next night as had been arranged
His ankles and hands were in chains
His lady walked in
With Rodney and Jim
And that kinda messed with his brains
His girl was a leather clad gimp
And Jim looked a bit of a wimp
Rodney said ducky
Time to get mucky
But Bob was decidedly limp
*
Time to collaborate...
First ‘up’... Jan Allison
Bob swallowed six Viagra whole
And soon was like a flag pole
Much to his delight
He stayed up all night
The threesome all enjoyed their roll
*
And from Tom Cunningham...
Poor old Bob was a pitiful sight
His girl decided to put things right
She produced a pump
And worked on his stump
And Bob was like a stallion all night.
Old Bob was so grateful for his girlfriend
But all things good always come to an end
With too much thumping
And all the humping
His thing deflated and started to bend.
*
And Belle Bellevue writes...
Bob went to see the doctor with his crick
Asking please could he do something with it
Doc gave it a jerk
That really hurt
But it became bigger after the visit.
That put a smile a mile wide on Bob's face
He strutted proudly all over the place
The more people looked
The longer he stood
With swollen head penetrating airspace.
Bob begged his girlfriend to bring some more in
The home fast becoming a den of sin
They came three by three
A sexy grand prix
Which ended up with Bob in a tailspin.
*
Mark Koplin adds...
Old Bob was a motherless soul
He liked bears, sheep and woodchuck holes
All three gave him a grin
On his chinny chin chin
Next time he’ll add a few moles
*
And Tania adds this...
Bob was enjoying being wildly bad
Posted a dating site with his fun add
So anxious he couldn't sleep
After being banned a creep
He was now left a frustrated poor lad
*
Grandfather
you gave me
no justice
in your seeing
things
with bigoted
injustice
WHY
would you say
when I was
young
that if I
took a black
man
to your home
that
you would
shoot him
Grandfather
I loved you
so much
but
those words
scared me
so much
See ..I was
just starting
to date
appreciating
the other
species
and you
through me
into a
tailspin
with
your demands
Grandfather
though
you are
long gone
you did me
no justice
without
colorblindness
Making sure
I dated by
your rules
Grandfather
shortsighted
you were in
your bigotry
I grew up
believing
that desiring
a man of
a different color
was going to
end in madness
with a hunters gun
aiming his
bullets
and pulling
the trigger
scary thoughts
for some young
Grandfather
you gave me
no justice
to look at
my brother
with color
and say
to myself
we are all
god's children
and I can be
attracted
to who I want
Grandfather
I'm putting away
you gun
and your bullets
and I'm going
to say
You gave me
no justice
in your
bigoted ways
heels spin to worn paths,
mask grimacing yesterdays—
eyes not quite so sure
if this swerve of direction
is up down or whatever
sky stares down the gaze
but chin is still uplifted
as rain lashes face—
challenging storm's resurgence
mirror's stance of defiance
cliff gave no warning
of free-fall rocks in full view,
with no hold to siege
in the up-down tailspin crash—
to pucker up start again
chisel gouges bone
features blurred recast remade
as the past erased—
yet the scar itself engraves
phantom in impost's shadow
two mirrors collide
eyes locked in a frozen glare
neither one will yield—
defiance sharper than blades
masks slam together head first
shards spill out from glass
reflections just don't matter
tattered unravelled—
what remains is radiance—
that shines from the self within
Right when i thought it was time to start (that's what I get)
Everything started falling apart (how could i forget?)
Broken heart
Finding out I was never a part...
As soon as I think I've found (that's what I get for thinking)
What I think is stable ground (how could i keep forgetting?)
I start to hear a familiar sound
My world falling apart all around
I dont mean to sound like a broken record
This loss I can no longer afford
I feel like I'm repelling without a cord
Going into war without a gun or sword
I guess i should take the hint finally
Nobody can ever really help me
I'm too broken, but I finally see
It's not the world, it's me
So from what I know
The defective has to go
Dont make it slow
Time to end this $#!@ show
I dont know how to begin
My life is in a tailspin
Not the driver, I'm in the passenger seat
Time to accept defeat.
Searching for the chemistry that we had
Was it ur age?
She is ur age and yet not the same
Was it ur blonde hair?
She has blonde hair and still not like u
Looking for the qualities that only u possess
Smoking myself into a coma every night
Clearly out of my mind
Thoughts of u send my mind into a tailspin
Lost with no communication
Searching an uncharted piece of my soul
I have never had these damned feelings
The words u told me were lies of a hopeful heart
We will never pick up where we left off
This emptiness will never be filled
I thought that I had loved and lost before
I had no idea it was like this...
My happy place is listening to Harry Styles with u on the porch in the sunshine of May. Ur blonde hair glowing in the sunshine. White tank top, short jean shorts. Ur yellow toe nail polish.
Soon after, reality starts to take over
The clouds roll in and slowly take away my sunshine, as u disappear into the fading sunshine. I am left alone in the gloom of an overly cloudy, grey sky. I wait through the rain and snow, hoping to catch a glimpse of ur face in the sunshine.
Oh, translucent orange Carnelian crystal gem,
tumbled and smooth, and cool in my hand.
When I hold you to the light you have inflection,
where it seems another cloudy realm exists within.
I turn you and you change like a chameleon,
it is said you are a guide to an afterlife land.
Oh, Carnelian- you change dreams to reality, wherein
this girl will calm all negativety- all the bad will tailspin.
______________________________
December 27, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/Oh, Carnelian
Copyright Protected, ID 16-861-378-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Out Of The Box
Sponsor, Kai Michael Neumann
Third Place
Suffocation experienced analogous
to absent echocardiogram
or electroencephalogram blip
(Derek Chauvin - he of
George Floyd infamy) iron maiden grip
linkedin with psyche subjected
to laceration courtesy cruel horse whip
mine inexcusable
(albeit clueless faux pas)
family members living social in Bend, Oregon
and Oakland, California did yip
private information across cyberspace did zip.
Apology (ex post facto)
extended regarding about
mine guilt ridden conscience
programming mental state
think sufferable infinite
jesting Möbius strip
casting dark shadow of doubt
looping along outer limits
of twilight zone
futilely shucking off
emotional tailspin (kamikaze) fallout
impossible mission
unable to muzzle or thwart lout
who poetically blurts out
simian old routine programmed
erroneously heavily incorrectly
peppers entire Hollerith
or IBM punched cards
yielding botched defenseless redoubt,
when Yankee doodles dandy
teapot short and stout
convection currents trigger
whistle Dixie when liquid piping hot
a microcosm concerning plate tectonics
across webbed wide world
yielding necessary oomph
to migrating trout.
Absent awareness
flourished amidst ignorance
sixty plus shades of gray matter
hotly doth smolder and burn
unbeknownst rancor did furiously churn
when yours truly divulged
he made aborted attempt
to couch his genuine
paternal care and concern
lack of discrimination
and judgment I did not
(honest to dog) recognize nor discern.
Understandable blameworthy
grievance against me,
not granted app parent permission
thus culpability I obediently yield
words that sparked hurt
now utilized to wield
heft to communicate authentic love
(cryptically coded)
and hermetically sealed
hopefully in due time
mine discretion well healed.
A piece of fire candy I savor the spice,
potent in your mouth prickling your skin;
Every sweet taste is a roll of the dice;
Inhaled by a swallow would never suffice,
you neglect the luscious center within;
A piece of fire candy I savor the spice;
Risky to keep going with this heavy price,
wild prospect throws me into a tailspin;
Every sweet taste is a roll of the dice;
Heat that flushes you once or twice
addictive bite you snatch again and again;
A piece of fire candy I savor the spice;
Exploring the unknown is good advice
wearing eyes that hold an adventurous grin;
Every sweet taste is a roll of the dice;
Unexpectedly leading you to paradise,
following gut instinct is never a sin;
A piece of fire candy I savor the spice,
every sweet taste is a roll of the dice.
Casting Off The Bow Line
Goodbye
my unwed darling
I’m married
to this dream
Freedom
calling out to me
betrothal thus
redeemed
Bachelorhood
a Siren’s calling
Feted tween
the sails
Truant winds
to act upon
Legends
tell the tale
Setting off
this final time
Rudder
in my hand
Truth when hoisted
up the mast
Liberty
— commands
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
So Imbued
Crime without sanction
honor among thieves
Tomatoes tomattos
prudish obscene
Rules as their written
intention entwined
Good becomes bad
sight becomes blind
Credence engendered
by those so imbued
A prince or a pauper
depends on your view
The world in a tailspin
no two think the same
the baby the bathwater
— praising the blame
(The New Room: February, 2024)
Time Awaits
Not connected to
the dollar
Courted
never wed
Engaged to no one
but himself
Making
his own bed
All fame and fortune
lost to fate
Constancy
of mind
Whose future readers
time awaits
His legacy
— to find
(The New Room: February, 2024)