ominous sirens
a long loud scary whistle
racing to the scene
in pearls
kiss curls
mermaid
moon-made
teal scales
tea tames
rose light
jade night
wine bleeds
wave heeds
soul dove
soothes love
shell sings
zeal zings
stars crease
sage breeze
heart seethes
sea breathes...
the siren’s song was a serenade nod to a piano bar
fabulously original, enticing porpoise and dolphin to play
terrifying great whites who are not accustomed to jazz
the mermaid’s laugh carried listening sailor down ten fathoms of the sea
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Maddening day-and night!
Of an ear's fright
Pleasant route's harness bells.
Now and piercing, roadways'
Alarming brays.
sounding like alarm
wind and rain pick up dogs scared
covers are refuge
Engines snarl the quiet open. Our street forgets its name and becomes a dare. Headlights stitch the midnight dark too fast to hold, mailboxes flinch, trees lean back.
Tires scream first, then the sirens, blue red prayers bouncing off porches, windows waking like startled eyes. Someone laughs. Someone swears. Time skids sideways.
The cars vanish, but the echo keeps racing, heart still pinned to the redline, long after the law and the boys are gone.
Afterward, the street exhales. Oil hangs in the air like a secret. Dogs bark at nothing. A loose can rolls, applause with no hands. Tomorrow, chalk lines, rumors, scorch marks, proof that for seconds, speed owned us, and we let it.
© daniel miltz
I still long, so long, those long nights at sea
With no souls around, but starlight and me
No land, no people, no sirens at night
Picturesque beauty, with unfiltered light
The Song of the Sirens, still call out my name
O'er seas, o'er shadows, o'er waves still untamed
They cradle my soul, then rock me to sleep
I pray as they roll, I'll rest in the deep
But, till that day comes, I'll wish from afar
The smell of the breeze, the wink of a star
So here on my knees, so lonely at night
I'll pray to the stars, with unfiltered sight
not anyone
had spoken for hours
but the hard hallway remembered
the sound's echo of ambulance light
and how a woman still clutched her locket
I dreamt of a siren
with crystal skin and quaint braided hair.
her eyes, slow swirls of undying azure,
coiled around, her salt-sweet chorus
tightening at my throat
The alluring notes
pierce through my rasp scream—
In cold sweats I
wake up nauseous—
My vocal cords enfolded in her skin.
I'll tell you about the Traffic Cop
Who stands on the road, a rigid prop.
A whistle in hand, a stern, fixed stare,
A battle with chaos, a daily affair.
His uniform was bright, a badge on his chest,
A symbol of order, put to the test.
He waves his arms, he shouts with might,
Trying to tame the traffic's plight.
He sees the rush, the honks, the speed,
A constant threat, a desperate need.
For patience, for care, for rules obeyed,
But drivers, it seems, are often swayed.
By haste, anger, ego, and pride,
Ignoring the warnings, they swiftly glide.
A world of impatience, a race to be won,
Leaving the officer feeling so undone.
He's seen accidents, tears, and pain,
A constant reminder of life's fragile chain.
He's faced with insults, with threats, with scorn,
A lonely figure, often forlorn.
Yet still he stands, with a steadfast heart,
Protecting lives, playing a vital part.
A guardian of roads, a symbol of law,
Deserving respect, a standing applaud.
So next time you see him, with the whistle in hand,
Remember the danger, the life in his stand.
Show gratitude, patience, and care,
For his service to all, beyond compare.
The heart of men
A magnet, a lion's den
Attracted to the soft melodies
Made by the sway of ladies' hips.
It's like the stories
Of old sailors
Enchanted by the songs of sirens
Irresistible tunes luring them to their end.
It's a sad reality
How that dance doesn't last too long
For the songs of sirens
Are just a bit hypnotic.
They ambled thru the town with out a care,
the momma and her baby, little bear..
People on the street all froze and stared,
at the momma and her baby, little bear..
Some gathered on their porches and watched
in their chairs, the momma and her baby, little bear..
Many grew scared as the sirens blared,
at the momma and her baby, little bear..
The Sheriff shot in his gun in the air,
at the momma and her baby, little bear..
Some set traps in the woods to catch the pair,
the momma and her baby, little bear..
The Mayor put up signs to BEWARE of
the momma and her baby, little bear..
Eventually they wandered off some where,
the momma and her baby, little bear..
SIRENS
Finally my blood began to coagulate.
I woke to the sound of sirens,
Someone’s in trouble,
Hope they’re all right.
Force reluctant eyelids apart
And see … nothing.
Blink, blink, blink -
And through a fog
Broken glass.
Try to move.
Legs trapped, numb.
Someone’s sitting on my bed?
Reach down,
Leg hot and sticky.
A distant voice,
“I’m Dave, a paramedic.
Have to stop the blood.
Press down on this.”
More sirens.
“Fire service
Here to cut you free.”
Sharp scratch,
“Keep pressing.”
And finally ….
"In the Silence, Louder than Sirens"
lux vitae bodies merge with minds
the silent universe inside us
makes Love louder than sirens
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“In the silence, love inside us
In the silence, loving guidance
In the silence, love inside us
In the silence, loving guidance
In the silence, peace and quiet
And the sirens won't divide us …"
(excerpt, "Ahoy There"/Dhani Harrison, lyrics)
Stitched in braille from life's mishaps
the horrors and the pain relapse
Even on the quietest shores
his haunts invaded evermore
Long ago, the peaceful dreams
buried deep by sirens' screams
Transports rushing through the night
the ghosts of war, never white
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