Long Tube Poems
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terrible two
is a ninja turtle
she spins her
little play broom
like a fighting stick
and charges
grandpa shark
faints and dodges
she reels back
gives him a whack
and he cries like a villain
terrible two
triumphantly giggles
terrible two
won't eat anything
he makes
she demands
yummy bunny pasta
for breakfast
to his surprise
grandpa shark actually
finds them quite tasty
grandpa shark
sits in a lawn chair
under a swing set and pushes
buzz light year's girlfriend
for an hour
higher
terrible two orders
higher she screams
to infinity and beyond
terrible two
still in her ninja pajamas
must get dressed
to go to the park
no
not your green velvet
Christmas dress
grandpa shark
sells her on
pink Minnie Mouse T
and blue denim shorts
(sometimes he wins)
snack packs
two bottles of water
and a fresh pull up
(just in case)
in her chariot
she climbs
and they're off for
a long stroll
through suburbia
saying hi to every dog
it's walker
every bird
and every jogger
until she jumps out
and runs for the swings
(not more swings)
then the jungle gym ganglia
of climby things
all leading to
the gigantic tube slide
where he catches her
until she's tired
she chugs a water bottle
dry
and polishes off
her stuffed pretzels
on the softest grass
under the cool shade
of the biggest tree
they lie
her soft rosy cheek
pressed on his chest
I love you Grandpa
I love YOU
no, I love YOU
she points her
tiny finger
in his face
tickles and giggles
under that big old tree
grandpa shark
reflects in the dark
their time in the park
and feels lucky
to have his terrible two
and sad as the
man in the moon
to leave her
as the road passes
beneath him
he remembers another
terrible two clutching
his fingers from
her car seat behind him
as they drove through
the silent night
he smiles fondly at the
big lunar light
leading him home
that let's him know
wherever he goes
his terrible twos
will always
be with him
I sat in a flop house common room
Doing social research one Christmas Eve,
Galveston in '79, I do believe.
I was there in a room full of strangers.
Sammy Davis and Old Blue Eyes
Sang on the TV tube that night;
A yuletide show with poor reception,
Snowy picture, black and white.
They played to an audience of losers.
Nobody there seemed much alive.
Their blank stares watching pissed on dreams
Too extinguished to revive.
It’s just the luck of the draw.
No one expects a miracle to happen.
Once I did believe in some high ideals,
The kind they like to teach you as a child.
Now the shoe is firmly on the other foot,
The upshot when you’ve walked a crooked mile.
Life turns about like a riverboat game.
Can’t be troubled second guessing.
There’s no predicting how fortunes may change.
Even bad luck is sometimes a blessing.
If the hand I hold is lead or gold,
There’s no clearer tell than a blush.
I’m betraying no rumors regarding the deal,
Sitting one card short of a flush.
So I’ll just trust in the draw
And hope for something wonderful to happen.
may the Lord bless you and keep you
may he turn his face towards you
and be gracious in all that you do
may the Lord bless you
may the Lord turn his face towards you
and give you peace in all you do
may the Lord shine his face upon you
and may the Lord bless you
may the Lord bless you
may the Lord bless you. Amen
im singing it you tube
a song God gave me based upon this scripture
Numbers 6:24-26New International Version (NIV)
24
“‘“The Lord bless you
and keep you;
25
the Lord make his face shine on you
and be gracious to you;
26
the Lord turn his face toward you
and give you peace.”
Sky blue smoke
Drifting on unseen breezes
Swirling and twirling
Dancing its own magical dance
Above glowing embers
Last remains of a raging fire
An ancient forest
Born before man created time
Seeing the dinosaurs
Wandering through already ancient trees
The birth of the Christ Child
And the deaths of two world wars
It lived undisturbed
Unmolested by modern man
For centuries, millennia
It lived
It grew
It was the home for millions of animals
It was its own world
Then came a single man
A lit match touching a tobacco filled tube
An addiction fulfilled
The forest burnt in a moment of carelessness
Nothing left except glowing red embers
No trees
No animals
Just a cloud of sky blue smoke.
Like gladiators, though in suits,
They marched onto the stage,
Their confidence or nervousness
Impossible to gauge.
The moderator welcomed them.
The crowd gave their applause;
And then we held our breaths, in hope
Of seeing someone’s flaws.
Their words lashed out, attacking,
Modern weapons they were wielding;
And both repeated errors –
To the truth they weren’t yielding.
We squirmed a bit at things they said
And silently entreated,
Encouraging our candidate
To not act so defeated.
The commentators waited
‘Til the battle reached its end
And then declared the winner,
Which supporters would defend.
At home, we turned the tube off
And, elated or dismayed,
We wondered if the undecided
Might have gotten swayed.
With two more competitions
Plus the VP’s set to meet,
It’s too soon to determine
Who will end up in defeat.
A sweet sound like a robin’s song
drifted through the air,
The blissful melody was soothing
to my ear,
My wandering feet followed and
took me into the middle of Trafalgar Square,
Where music was playing, and
people were dancing everywhere.
While walking around, someone
bumped into me,
Halfway through the fall, I felt a hand
catch me,
Glancing up, I saw two beautiful
pools reflecting the blueness of
the sky,
Before I could say thank you, the
stranger had walked away.
As I sat, sipping my coffee and
resting my weary feet,
I heard someone say, Hello and
turned around to see,
I was surprised to see the owner
of those eyes standing right behind
me,
He had a friendly smile and a handful
of balloons,
He offered me one in the shape
of a half-moon.
Thank you to all those strangers
who go out of their way,
To make a difference in brightening someone’s day,
I was lucky to have met one such
stranger from among those rare
few,
Before entering the tube station,
I smiled as I released the balloon and
off it flew.
by Zyrool
01/26
Science is a staid professor with wild hair
In an unkempt white lab coat stained with grease
From a hamburger he ate without tasting
Science is searching for his own truth.
Throwing other theories out to hither and yon
Insisting on his own ways; wanting some credit.
Science is not for our kind;
Too high brow for us, my darling.
Stick with your gardening; you can plant carrots.
Sure you can prance optimistically into a lab
And give science your ideas
But they are worthless.
When Science shoves them back into your face
or stuffs them into a test tube and dashes it to the floor
Then will you come back readily to sling some hash?
The only science worth studying is astronomy
And there is no money in it. It is not for people like us.
We are sandwich makers, honey.
Now get your ass off of that cloud
and come back down here where we belong.
Hiding our dreams and aspirations in our stained aprons.
CPR
Not again call the code
Again in life saving mode
Grab the patient from the dark abode
This is a burden and heavy load
My heart is hard and callous
Working for years in the medicine palace
No criticizing you’ve your own malice
You’re not ready to drink from my chalice
Get on the chest, push hard and fast
How much longer will this last
Push the epi again they’ve not passed
Someone do compressions I’m gassed
You feel a pulse? NO! begin CPR
Eyelids open, pupils dilated, bizarre!
Cracked ribs, circulate the drugs intravascular
Hang another liter to the 18g catheter
This isn’t good the lips are blue
Running the code we aren’t through
Good bag mask ventilation through the tube
The bowel evacuates diarrhea, pew.
Still no pulse felt at all
Continue CPR in for a long haul
Did we update family give them a call
They’re in for a huge curve ball
We got a rhythm that is shockable
Charging 360J, stand clear, loud and audible
Hope this works anything is possible
Feel a pulse? YES! Phenomenal
Post-resuscitative effort in full effect
Titrate the Dopa and Levo for affect
Secure the ETT make it perfect
Debrief the H’s and T’s lets inspect
Order chest x-ray and head CT
Get an ABG, H&H and blood chemistry
Start hypothermia and begin the freeze
Lets clean up the patient provide dignity
Another patient kept out of the grave
The team members supported and gave
Staving off death and being brave
That’s what we do, for the patients we save
By:beardedjarhead
Sat in a tube at thirty thousand feet.
Cramped and hungry, bored as hell
Time ticking slowly, as clouds pass by
Thirty thousand feet, seven miles high
Returning from a holiday, had a good time.
Like being sat in cell, innocent of crime
Now I can’t wait to land on Terra ferma
Back to the grindstone and the sabachi derma.
In 90 minutes solid ground,
going straight home when my bag is found.
Nothing to declare but I bet they search.
I’ll tell them every Sunday I go to church.
Into the car a twenty minute ride,
back to reality and the sinking feeling inside.
Did you think I said I'd holiday forever?
I think you misheard because I know I never!
NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE
Imagine open heart surgery,
imagine no blood used.
Triple bypass, just beginning,
blood later … still refused.
Previous surgeries had several,
but this one was near death.
One day ok, then shocking news,
that took away … my breath.
Doctor, ok’d no blood surgery,
came through as Doc did plan.
Just out of intensive care, ask,
“Why, black grains … in bedpan?
Internal bleeding from ulcers,
wow, surprise must survive.
Six weeks rehab, then ambulance
called ... cause felt half alive!
Had pneumonia, multi blood clots,
not in one lung, but two!
As if this wasn’t enough, next
soon feel pain … never knew.
The most barbaric procedure,
knife stabbed side, tube inserted.
No time to numb, knife’s entry site,
stabbing … felt so perverted.
October entered hospital,
December, finally home.
Months recovering, through all this,
God never left me ... alone.
That year, flew to San Antonio
for art classes, did pack.
At airport to return, had heart
and gall-bladder … attack.
Hospital was a no-blood site,
two surgeries all alone.
Survived near-death experiences,
now well … “quarantined at home!”
April 29, 2024 copyright
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Contest: NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke