Long Whomp Poems
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Fog on the road, white out conditions.
Cannot see a thing; wind bats car back and forth
Sideways, as we try to advance forward.
Slap. Slap. Drive. Slap. Slap.Drive.
The windshield wipers appeared to have turned on.
Oh, I guess I did do that.
It does not help at all. Slap. Slap. Drive. Slap.Slap. Drive.
Christmas Eve. The car is sliding, we whirl in
A complete circle, BAM! When we hit another car,
The trunk pops open. The gaily wrapped presents begin
Throwing themselves onto the freeway. We are still spinning.
I get a glimpse of a small package, and watch a semi
Smack it away, in a furious head-butt. Spin. Spin. Spin.
Some fool honks. I know we’re in trouble, I think.
Whomp! We land in the side of a snowbank, three
Feet from the freeway. Fog on the road, white house
Conditions. Watch out everyone! And you can stop
Blowing your horns. We know!
She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the sky
We travelled fast through cosmic clutter
I was shocked and my heart was beating fast
Not aware I had left my body, intrigued now.
Not an angel, not a fairy, something else
Something unknown. She took me to a new planet.
I was too intrigued to ask questions.
Tried to open my mouth twice. It was glued shut.
Fear for a second; then I was surrounded by new colors.
As an artist, I was delighted to see colors not known on earth.
Bright ones, dull ones, ones I cannot recall truthfully.
I remember the sheer wonder of realizing there were others though.
She turned and looked at me. Her eyes had turned black.
She had a dragon-like head; I felt threatened. I tried to scream.
Nothing came out. I felt trapped, frightened, stolen.
WHOMP! I hit my body fast and hard.
Woke up with my heart beating double time
Ethereal spirit guide at the helm,
traveling on my faithful dreams
showing me an astral realm
Where heaven is lurking beyond her seams.
Entities of helpful creature
giving me truths as my body snores
In deep REM sleep, my mind doth feature
soulful menu of truths beyond the moors
Eyelids flicker lightly as I slumber
my soul released, to watch the show
Astral plain flashes me without encumber,
where I travel no one truly doth know
Ethereal spirit guide tells me to go back slow
I hit the chest with a whomp for I never listen
Wake up suddenly, shaking, breaking the flow
of astral world, her faint memory but a pretty glisten.
Shall I turn to my audience and sing
To ah world who wishes to hear me
Sing
From intros to prechorus
They will excite or bore us
Does this world wish me to sing
I have sang many bridges
Carried ah tune or two
From verse to verse
The efforts the songwriter gave
In respect we must not neglect
The composers role in these
Collaborations
But, I
So we
Change the gender of
the love
Might the background singers
Compliment one another
Please let this blend with
Modern trends
It needs to fit in
It needs to fit in
To ride the wave
To number one
I want to tour bragging
Ain't to much to be asking
Maybe we can do it all
Again
Make it cool and different
We included something different
This song has two solos
One a conversation
A bassoon and flute
Wishes to groove with the bass
You should've seen the percussionists face
When the strange started grooving
The horns were ah tuning
Whomp ah whomp getting down
The flute took the show
To places voices couldn't go
Our smiles didn't make ah sound
When it returned to the tenors tempo
The horns started there solo
Putting the strings in the background.
Iowa or Nebraska? Kansas or?
I get tossed out before I get any answers.
Wow! This is the best idea I ever had.
I float like a cloud,
Can I flip onto my back?
Who would want to? This is heaven!
I float casually for quite a while,
Enjoying the scenery
This is better than being in the airplane.
I am actually part of this! I am a giant bird,
I am on top of the world.
Feelings I cannot describe have taken me over.
I am captive to feelings that have no name.
I float happily
Until I realize I am getting closer to earth now.
Panic rises to the top of the feelings pile.
What if I land on a big tree?
How deep is that water? Is it a lake or a pond?
Who will find me? Sky diving was crazy. Dangerous!
I hear the plane crash. Feel relief that I am safe. Did the pilot get out? He was a great guy.
Am I going to land in that tree? Who would find me there? Where is the steering wheel?
That is the last thing I remember
Then WHOMP! I was on the ground, landing insanely close to a lake.
A fisherman on the other side waved.
I waved back.
Normal? Probably never again actually.
You know the story.
Some called it mis-
management, some
said it was original.
We know one thing
it was mirror to create
an effective strategy.
When management
changed they keep the
same format, keeping
the structure, but changing
What we knew into what we
know. Putting the status of
Current conditions on hold
to make room for recognition.
We thought they were creating
Championships to give recognition
to those who were losses in the
shuffle, stirring up the fans for a
big pop; that was included but
what we didn't know, it was the prerequisite
to our new division wrestling league.
They used two nights, two battle royals
Twenty men each, two different leagues.
These men would team, in reverse order.
The winner from one night would tag
with the first man out from a different night
Than when paired would. be set to
Go at it in a Tagteam Battle Royal.
The out come to be announced at
the battle royals conclusion.
They showed the two battle royals,
They set the date. But things never
go that easy. It takes a lot of planning
get that many people together. A couple
Managers looked out for there clients
interest, and demanded the battle royal
to be put on the first half of the show to
ensure the interest of many, won't favor
a few or one individual. They also demanded
that management would prerecord what
the surprise was, and release it elsewhere
Live during the show, during the live event.
They got what they wanted.
The match went on and, we got winners at
24:04. The Committee leaders came to the
Ring trophies and breifcases. Chairperson
Souse Slancer made the announcement.
The winners of the contest were crowned
New world tagteam champions; but we're
Named duel co-number one contenders to
the new World's Title. To be contested
Later that night! He wished them good luck
and had them separated and excited from
the ring.He announced the last team eliminated
to be number one contenders, and forfeited
the championship on behalf of the tag champs,
and named the number one contender as new
Tag champions.
I fly at night, all over the cosmos, not just in our hemisphere
my husband says my soul is gone, mouth open, I look dead
there is no way to rouse me, my spirit is soaring
dreamland is graveyard city to me; I am no longer in body
my dreams are not remembered, do I have them?
there is not one sliver of a memory about them
Are they in color or black and white?
I know not, but I sometimes wake up hearing the last line of a poem.
Daydreaming is another story, I can recall each one of those.
I develop an orphanage, an animal rescue center, and a newspaper.
Two of these things might be obsolete now, but they weren’t in the sixties.
I spent most of my grade school hours daydreaming
My husband says he could never get me out if there was a fire.
If there was a flood, I might be lucky enough to float out
But until I hit my chest with a hard whomp sound, I am in dreamland
I fly at night, all over the cosmos, not just in our hemisphere.
Divine Intervention
I was supposed to die.
More than once.
In a car, driving too fast
or erratically.
It is my race car driver foot.
And my cavalier attitude.
My impatience and my devils-may-care-self.
I know this, and yet still I crash up cars.
Expecting to die.
Wishing to die?
Feeling disappointed I have not been able to die?
It is curious. But sometimes I walk away, terribly disappointed.
My cars get severely injured, and yet here I am.
In one piece, not a broken neck, a broken arm or a broken foot.
Once when I was flying through the air I expected to land on a glass T-top roof.
I knew I was a goner.
But then from the bowels of my soul
I heard my voice cry out “God, help me!”
And that car flipped one hundred and eighty degrees.
I landed with a WHOMP in a snowdrift, wheels down.
The guy who walked sixty feet in four-foot deep snow
Asked me “how I did it”.
He said he worked in a pit crew at the Indy 500 once upon a time.
He had never seen anything like it.
I have never seen anything like it either, and yet, it happened to me.
Written 12-27-2021
Contest: Divine Intervention
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
I had heard that the professor from Xanadu was a bit eccentric.
Try eclectic, pink kangaroo corrected me. I screamed for my muse.
Trixie did not arrive right away. She has a distorted sense of humor.
She teases me with weird creatures which do not belong in my head.
They pop up in a most wondrous way. Ha! I am kidding of course.
This Neanderthal kangaroo was poking around in her own pouch.
Why me? I asked. Are all muses this inventive and peculiar?
Whomp! Something large and awkward jumped on my back.
My muse Trixie sometimes hires assistant muses to help torment me.
One muse is not enough to torture me I guess? This was a gigantic yeti.
I yelled “Trixie!. The yeti mimicked me. My anger so deep it was tangible.
Just what I needed, an abominable snowman with a mean streak.
Let me guess, a snickering voice said from the corner of the bookshelf.
“Your poems are questionable tonight, and you are blaming me.”
I saw the yeti wink at her, so I did not take the bait.
Her participation in my next poem is solidly questionable now.
Silver Fox and Contented Girl, two souls united by quest, bonded tightly.
Heard one crying in the night, so had to leave their bodies immediately.
Will she recognize we are here to help her? Contented Girl asked.
Silver Fox gave her usual head nod, inspiring her to move forward.
The child leaves her body and is sitting upright, looking around in confusion.
Not too quickly Silver Fox said, not by voice, but by placing a slowing paw.
Contented Girl was new at this; she had only been to one other awakening.
One word whispered into her brain “watch”; she knew it came from Silver Fox.
The tiny girl began moving her arms up and down. She starts to laugh.
She is remembering Silver Fox telepathized. She is going to be fine.
A blue glow surrounded the tiny girl; it was the faerie of the lake.
We are going to the light, the faerie said. The little girl took her hand.
Will they catch the murder of that little girl? I asked Silver Fox.
Silver Fox rolled her deep blue eyes; she has been training me hard.
Apparently this is a life lesson I have completely failed at; not mastering at all.
Life begins at death, Silver Fox reminded me. Not in words, but in knowing.
I know that I know this, but I keep forgetting, being human in my awake time.
I traveled back quickly landing into my body with a loud hard whomp!
I always astral travel like this; Silver Fox returned to the Neverlands.
We only meet during our dream state, where my guide is teaching me so much.