Are exacerbated
and exasperated related
I’m not really sure ~
though they always leave me deflated
I’m staring at my notebook;
The page is lined but blank.
I’m like the driver with no map
Or gas within the tank.
I’ve got the engine started
But I have no place to go,
So I’m sitting here in neutral
With my spirits sinking low.
It doesn’t happen often
That my mind will not engage,
Yet my musings somehow managed
To get words upon the page.
It’s almost time for typing,
For what finally seems clear
Is that sometimes simply idling
Is enough to get in gear.
Or translates to "I almost ran out of gas on the trolley today!"
An ode to my day!
On Trolley! New billows sweep thee out
Upward. What wilt thou? Hold that hill, be stout
Gas'st not thy mast
Now rent by stiff South Hill's blast?
Thy side, of passengers now forlorn?
Thine tank, with groaning gauges say
"Though cannot sustain,
The three more blocks to thy port!"
If we run out of gas, can we fill up somewhere
A station for such and to drop off our old foul air
Might have trouble hiring
Coz of the hazy o-ring
Something to consider as we age, c'est la guerre!
If we run out of gas, can we fill up somewhere
A station for such and to drop off our old foul air
Might have trouble hiring
Coz of the hazy o-ring
Something to consider as we age, c'est la guerre!
Out of gas (Running on empty)
Get home, rest my bones.
Please phone, don’t ring.
Get up, answer you all,
One song, two song, fast food,
Ding!
Eat fast, time passed,
Empty phone of today’s thoughts.
Pen and paper, upload later,
Poems become only four.
One day I will get a day off.
Not today, tick-tock.
Friday, weekends here;
Wake up early, look for job.
Insomnia won’t let me rest;
Monday morning, start again.
This is why I wrote this poem,
So you could see I keep on going,
But just for now I need some peace,
That’s why for now I write ‘Love is…’
I just do not have the time,
To say I love you all in a thousand lines
And in a thousand ways I will return,
But just for now,
I have no fuel left inside of me to burn.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
My van is on push!
Can I borrow some money
To fill up the tank.
I had decided to go through with it
and this time it was serious
not just another
melodramatic episode
brought on by events
that were beyond
my control
this was the real thing
a calm calculated decision
I had taken care of outstanding debts
paid up bills, ran errands
mowed the lawn
and fixed a leaking tap
words are subject to interpretation
and could never adequately express
what I really wanted to say
so I didn't leave a note
I locked myself in the garage
stuck a length of hose up the exhaust
got in and closed the door
I sat there chocking on fumes
when suddenly the car conked out
looking at the instrumentation panel
I couldn't believe my eyes
out of all the stupid mistakes I'd made
this was surely the best
sitting there like a complete idiot
holding onto the steering wheel
would you believe
I'd ran out of gas
* penned by
Scarecrow Joe
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