I thought my driving wasn’t that bad~
a wobble here, a creative turn there,
nothing worth filing a complaint over.
But then my GPS cleared its throat,
sounded genuinely concerned,
and announced in a trembling voice:
In 400 feet, do a slight right…
stop…
and let me out!
I swear it buckled its digital seatbelt,
recalculated its life choices,
and whispered something about hazard pay.
Now every time I start the car,
it sighs like a weary parent
and asks if I’ve considered walking instead.
In lessons of last chance I began a recalculated pre-walk toward an
awakened scribble scrabble feeling font be it all around your grief gloomed
genre of new knowns all past is empty prologue as future is fodder epilogue with
excrement extent so as not to alter send-receive I me mine only message
swiverings from those sinful islands of torrent ridden times; I love my
cyanide sisters under clandestine laden clouded sky rows listing across
blue dive specters all crowd sourcing crude spawning multiple epoch
unicorn divisions of soft glassy infinite recoils of recreational devotions
alias dire transitions eating illegal concepts 101/alterior motives envisioned
DOA-------ever invisible to the naked eye. Close cover before striking.
Autumn came through darkness like thieves in the night
Recalculated angle of sky's fireball
Flung out a master canvas so, so bright
Readjusted the thermostat to fall
Touched the pumpkins just for Halloween fright
He blew deadly white frost upon the pears
Left them chilled ready to noisily splat
As they land on rain drenched earth whose affairs
Weigh it down, like so many bureaucrats
Piled on a long winter's night putting on airs
Just for fun!!!
Written: November 29, 2020
After a long negative political battle
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Contest: Quintain=Sicilian
Never has a silence been so deafening
Throwing static in all directions
A thousand words screaming from the mind
Filling the void with copious confusion
A moment into a millenia
Breath is held like a door for someone who isn't coming
Thoughts are solar flares
Every previous interaction is recalculated
Nerve endings tense
She whispers back
"I love you, too"
TWO YEARS TODAY!!That's right, go ahead
and let the UNIVERSE know big SISTA, that's
1,051,200 min sober yeah we're countin
WITH YA! Raise your arms, leap, feel free to
shout a SCRIPTURE, crowds clapping, joyful
smiles and tears, NOW PLAYING " DAWN'S
DAY" A Paramount PICTURE... The past and
all the uncontrollable, irresistible, impractical
disease infected moments are
WITHDRAWALABLE, they are erasable, no
longer noticeable and you have shown ALL
OF US THAT NO MATTER HOW LOST YOU
FEEL"LIFE IS indeed RETRIEVABLE" Disease
and ADDICTION are SURVIVABLE, It's not
easy cuz those overemotional thoughts
are so easily MANIPULATABLE, and attack
every weakness to breakdown your guard
trying to convince you that those cravings
are simply IRRESISTIBLE! But exactly
63,072,000 seconds ago you Dawn-ster
stood up to that MONSTER, took your life
back, STOPPED LIFE'S FORECLOSURE! You
recalculated and refinanced the interest and
showed STRIFE, took down the for sale sign
put a hold on moving on to the AFTER LIFE!
What is the meaning of your life, what do you hope for.
Do you have realistic expectations that you will score.
Expectations are sort of like dreams, but not quite.
Dreams are usually fantasy, not possible in sight.
Your expectations could be a career choice to start.
It could also be a purchase from the mind, not heart.
Expectations may be simple, but also complicated.
You might have to step back to be recalculated.
Each day of life everyone has much potential.
Whether on purpose or maybe just incidental,
We must learn to choose our battles in life sincere.
They may have to be conquered, each new year.
Meeting expectations of others you may feel is right.
Society always did and will create a certain flight.
A plan of certain look, desires, wants, needs, for all.
They say be yourself, though they raise the call.
Choose whose expectations that you will be seeking.
Take careful examination, everyone will be peeking.
Some may discreetly watch, others straight forward.
Whatever expectations you have, make motions toward.
Written for
Sponsor Paula Swanson
Contest Name Meeting Expectations
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