Long Wreck Poems
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"The Key"
There is nothing worse than feeling that you are entirely alone in this existence.
Some will embrace the isolation like a Godsend for a while,
and that “while” will extend into years that straddle decades like a beautiful lover that you have become addicted to;
Some will bury the dead and walk away to save themselves
from the ceaseless haunting.
There is nothing worse than feeling that you are entirely alone in this existence.
When the crossroads touch your feet, you will be totally alone, this is a fact.
The practice in making perfect your existence, and yet not fully attaining it,
is a necessary contradiction casting you like a stone across Life like an Ocean
crashing back into car wreck shores.
There are many roads
to write your story
Home.
Yes, there are many roads.
This is a fact.
Yet, you park in idle fascination of the mundane.
très poétique.
The key,
however,
has been with you always.
Love
in ignition,
unlocks all,
starts everything;
this is your covert mission.
Shifting gears
out of neutral.
Candide Diderot. ‘24
"Neutral gear isn't really a gear at all. It's the stage where no gear is engaged. Though cars with manual transmissions need neutral to start their car, many drivers with automatic transmissions are at a loss as to what exactly neutral "gear" is good for..."
I can remember it like it was yesterday.....
Listening to a hard rock "all-night" radio station,
boppin' back from college to my hometown in the middle
of the night, on an endless two-lane highway, in the middle of nowhere.
Up around the curve, my headlights engulfed a scene I'll never forget.......
What looked like three or four cars (to this day I'm not sure) smashed, crumpled
and twisted in burning smoke, completely blocking the road.....
Slamming on my brakes, I skidded to a stop, trying to process what I was witnessing,
I pulled up a few feet closer in my car and unrolled my window....
Burnt shredded metal filled my nostrils with the scent of death, and not a sound......
The silence terrified me...... I started to get out of my car........
Then, from the bowels of the horror, a voice whispered to me "don't stop! go for help"
Numb, I got back in my car..... that's when the wreck of cars parted, and a path was created
to pass through! I drove to the next exit and had the clerk call 911, giving them
directions to
the crash......I drove on into the night, fumbling for a radio station.
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Having a run, but not in hand,
Excited for I know my prize is grand.
It’s time to draw, but not from the deck,
I drew too much, now my figure’s a wreck.
Making lines, my soul further in debts,
I add more lines, I like placing bets.
Instead of pounds, I use my own,
A little more cautious, now down to the bones.
A little on edge, for my cover mustn’t be blown,
Acting as stoic as possible,
Expression like stone.
I try and do my best bluff,
But maybe I didn’t try hard enough.
I might tap-out, for luck’s not in my favour,
My turn is overdue, I should’ve signed that waiver.
Knowing if I lose, the cost will be major,
But I’m not too scared,
For my life is something I often wager.
Perhaps a conspiracy, but the crew only knows, the
Happenings aboard the USS Eldridge, kept hushed
In a ship that sailed from sea port to time portals
Leaves a feeling this test was not ready, but rushed
Amid the Atlantic they were meant to disappear
Despite intentions, not only from sight did they vanish
Ever baffled by a green, eerie glow where the ship was
Last, by naval command all of the records were banished
People say they reappeared in the Norfolk Naval shipyard
Heavily disoriented and fused to the steel hull of the deck
In legend they say these sailors fused were alive
And how did they explain this more than a ship wreck
Each crewman survivor, where are they all now
X-rayed and studied in a black ops facility?
Prying minds still trying to make sense of it all
Ever curious, but maybe beyond my ability
Remaining questions with impossible answers
In theory, could there still be witnesses left
Men or woman who saw a war ship materialize
Each in disbelief of their eyes, their logic bereft
Not knowing if it was paranormal or sanity failing
This gave a new definition, to the term parasailing
Embarrassed that I had third guessed myself today,
Morbid confusion shut me quickly down.
Not feeling enthusiastic, but rather gray.
Confidence has no idea if brown is brown.
A car wreck in my brain’s dendrite highway,
Feeling like a buffoon’s holiday clown.
Depression laughed, giving herself a home.
I could not write a word toward a poem.
Spinning in circles, going round and round.
Belittled myself as only I can do.
Wailing like a pup who has been hit by a shoe.
Disgust increased my face’s angry frown.
Luckily my best pal, Evie came by.
She uplifted me with barely a try.
I was now confident, no longer a clown.
A UK Royal Mail Ship was RMS Rhone
A sail-steamer and a two-masted brig, she shone
Rhone had an iron hull and was 310 feet long
Her compound steam engine made her fast and quite strong
An innovative ship with a bronze propeller
To save water, she had a surface condenser
The first ship so equipped to visit Brazil port
Pedro II, the king, came to see her engine fort
Left Southampton on 9th Oct., 1865
On her maiden voyage; despite troubles, she thrived
Her next five voyages were also to Brazil
Then transferred to Caribbean route, she was thrilled
Rhone proved her worth by weathering several storms
But who can escape when Mother Nature performs?
On 19th Oct.’67, Rhone and Conway
Bunkered in Great Harbour, where they stayed for few days
San Narciso Hurricane, last of the season,
Worried both captains - ferocity, the reason
Passengers from Conway were transferred to the Rhone
Conway was too soon foundered by the storm full-blown
Rhone struggled to get free, her anchor was caught fast
It was cut loose as Captain Woolley thought it best
To escape to open sea was the Captain’s plan
Sailing ‘tween two islands, avoiding Blonde Rock’s span
When Rhone was less than 250 yards from safety
The winds threw her into Black Rock Point directly
The lurching crash sent Captain Woolley overboard
The ship broke in two, causing engines to explode
The bow in 80 feet, the stern in 30 feet,
Rhone sank swiftly, the “unsinkable”, now dead meat
123 killed, were buried on Salt Island
On 29th Oct., Rhone met her sad end, unplanned
The wreck of the Rhone is now a famous dive site
Turned into a National Park , she’s a rare sight
Today, it’s visited by hundreds of tourists
And in a way, the historic Rhone still exists.
11.05.2021
12 syllables per line
For Robert James Liguori's "A Noteworthy Ship" contest
how many times have you said
that your life is one big mess
and that the ringing in your head
tells you you're a wreck
although that thought may be true
here's some positiveness for you
take the negativity off your menu
and on this tidbit chew
keep those thoughts out of your head
although they're hungry they need not be fed
there's no need for them to spread
in the time that you have left
because if you weren't a whopping mess
how ever then would you be blessed
and in who would you find your rest
with that being said
accept that yes with great finesse
the one true God loves you no less
to him you are a beautiful mess
and he can handle it
Cauldron was lost somewhere during a storm full of fright.
It was a horrible angry windy October night.
His owner, Mac Witch was afraid for her kitty.
She sent out a search party led by Gargoyle McDitty.
They searched in every hollow tree, ditch and crevice tree trunk.
Cauldron was gone, and they had to finally give up and bunk.
Mac Witch was so sad she could not eat, drink, or cast her spells.
She pictured Cauldron injured, meowing, from the bottom of wells.
The storm lasted six days and two hours. Never letting up.
Mac Witch was a wreck. She lost two pounds, and she could not sup.
Where is my kitty? She asked the stormy blurry blackened skies.
And then she saw something that made her rub her eyes.
An Air Force of Bats- over twenty at least, were flying quite near
She knew this could mean vampires, so she had plenty to fear.
But a mewing sound from a witch’s hat made her stay and see.
They had brought Cauldron home! Her best friend and Kitty!
Dad gave me no affectionate hugs,
only demanded obedience
with his stern and merciless glance;
he saw in me a rebellious son,
someone who felt the animosity
toward him for being a moron...
doesn't a father instill confidence,
in his son, or deride him for being shy?
Dad was a self-centered being and cared
more about his acquaintances than his family,
lavish tables he spread and celebrated
with them while his children stood back and watched,
while mom cooked and served meals to the guests;
everything had to be perfect, or he would get mad.
He bought the best wines and desserts,
and made sure they appreciated his hospitality.
I might have loved him and honored him,
if he hadn't been that patriarchal father
so insensitive and arrogant denying me the freedom
to express myself humanly as other kids did;
I grew up without guidance or a shake of hand...
congratulating me on my smallest achievements,
I felt he wasn't a father but that stranger
I was afraid to approach and confide in him and be friends.
Dad destroyed the adolescence of a humble son
growing up loving his mom more than him, and if
if I disliked him or even hated him I committed no sin;
if a father loves his son, he deserves to be loved back
and owed due respect, why did he turn me into a nervous wreck?
Wasn't I desperate enough to harm myself, or jump off a cliff?
She heard the screeching of the tires
And she knew she had pulled right in front of this car.
She shut her eyes, waiting for the crash.
Her next thought was her best friend.
It was her birthday.
I am dying on Marianne’s birthday! Crap!
The crash never came.
She looked to her right.
The sports car had left his tires all over the road.
Smoke was coming out from under his car.
She could not see the driver.
His windows were too darkly tinted.
She continued through the intersection.
This was her fifth car wreck where she expected to be dead.
Her heart was beating fast.
Just like the other times.
Why can’t I die? She asked God.
I deserved to.
But the answer is yet to come.