Thicket like at rest
Raises as lanky limbs stretch
Scuttles hurriedly
I Need A Ticket To Idaho
Just got a surprise from a far
something good but unexpected.
I’ve waited for so long, for it.
Now it’s finally happened for real.
But there’s one small catch
I need a ticket to Idaho
and some to Seattle.
Then it’s on to Portland
I need a ticket to Idaho
I have to leave tomorrow
and be at the bookstore the next day
Then leave for Seattle- would you like
To come along?
Part 1
So, the Old Cat and I were talking this morning. We were in the kitchen. No one else was awake. I was enjoying my first cuppa and he was grooming. We came to the conclusion that Life Is What It Is: Run like mad from the oncoming freight train, and never neglect a nice spot of sunshine.
Part 2
Death is a freight train
hauling cargo to the afterlife~
your ticket is punched,
your departure is scheduled.
Part 3
Let us drink from the waters of forgetfulness
On the shores of the Lethe,
Nearby waits the place of which philosophers spoke
Grasping for the eternal cosmos of being;
Everlasting existence without ego,
Vanity is vanquished when shedding the mortal coil
In-between what was and what is to come~
Transforming into glorious light,
Yearning to be free.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
the wind lifts
one crimson
leaf
like a
forgotten
bus ticket
I saw a one way ticket
A trolley full of lauggage
Checking in an apartment, not a hotel
This visitor is here to stay
I saw a sale agreement
Not a stay receipt
I saw a full smile
Not a half-wit grin
Embraced with both hands
A bed in well made
I see no plan for departure
This visitor looks quite settled
AI is here to stay
AI is here for good
To live side by side with our knowledge
Always willing to help.
I hear the train in the distance
I still have some time
though it is getting shorter
Bought my ticket cost me a lot
The train whistle calls my name
It hasn't arrived then the conductor will
call all aboard and my ticket will be punched
I paid for first class seating
I need to get some errands done
Good byes forgiveness and tears
a final hug it has been a long war
Battles filled with tears fears and laughter
The train whistle called my name
Now at the train station waiting
for the conductor to punch my ticket
With reserved seating on a train
to take me home
Frank Black Blacharczyk
Our sweet mother went to heaven one Spring day.
Four years ago, the flowers folded their wings.
Hymns, ethereal in the fog; smile at bay.
Left at table, in closet, on shelves - her things.
Most dearly departed, her ticket one-way.
And my father cheers her urn each day.
She’s in our hearts, our thoughts are off and flying.
This family is strong; I am not crying.
ONE WAY TICKET
Am I really swimming in grief
And no prospect of any relief
And this situation belies belief
It wasn’t so bad in recent days
But how such shifts can amaze
Tell me if it’s sunlight up there
But then, I always had assumed
Any such attempt was doomed
As buried riches rarely exhumed
Was I just following some craze
With a whole shipwreck to raise
I’ll shrug and say C’est la guerre
For this deep dive I was groomed
Despite knowing a storm loomed
As by greed, we were consumed
I was sent to where danger plays
Regret at how my pride displays
But was more than truth or dare
I kick arms and legs to no avail
My oxygen supply will soon fail
With no-one left to tell the tale
As down in these depths it stays
It’s a great loss in so many ways
A treasure so valuable and rare
Survival is now a pointless task
Resigned, I’ll remove my mask
Quick and painless is all I’ll ask
Never again to see a sun’s rays
My blurred vision is just a haze
As of another world I’m aware
Time to open up your world.
Let them jump right into your mix.
Taste the vast mind pool of your existence.
No need for the ticket man.
Worthy journeys commence for free.
Though impossible-have no prejudice.
Everyone's invited into your destiny.
Some will yearn to stay. Some will beg to leave
Show them nothing or show them everything.
Take grand chances to be truly free.
Time to open up your world.
Shower them with your spirit-shine.
Parch them; sift through your coal darknesses.
Let them sip your diamond shine.
Some will pray to stay.
Some won't even say goodbye.
It's important to show them your entire story.
Time to open up your world.
Let them jump into the heart.
Only a few will stay; most will leave you far behind.
It will be the way it was meant to be.
Either way, it'll be just fine.
They say they’re on board, there’s no fuss
They just let the old man loudly cuss
Think no one will notice
It’s only the POTUS
Thrown under a big yellow bus
Have you ever wondered about all the things that require your signature in life
How about a marriage certificate, I now pronounce you man and wife
A steady hand is needed as you buy your first home
If a writer's cramp occurs with so many places to sign, you are not alone
The car of your dreams you are about to drive off the lot
Or maybe the insurance for that car you just bought
Your passport for an upcoming dream trip you are about to take
The officer speeding ticket for moving too fast, oh for heaven's sake
Your birth certificate your parents sign to prove you are alive
Your driver's license after you show you know how to drive
The only thing I would like to sign is a big check from the lottery I just won
One more stroke of the pen and my work day will be done
that’s a idiot
that’s the ticket
tell her morning your in it
your morning sickness
he’s
in the idiot
she
lives Ticketmaster life
Connie's The Women Without A Ticket
I sit at a bar, starring at other couples
I admit I had a few
No, not relationships
But a few beers to ease the pain
Today's not any different
I keep starring at the couple across the bar
There's chemistry
A subject that's foreign to me
He keeps kissing her neck
And her eyes sparkle wide, she plays the role
And I become incessant
Why can't that be me
Why can't I have affection
Where's my ticket
I see the bartender walking by
He's wearing a pair of tight-fitting jeans
My mouth awes and gapes
How I wish I catch a fly
Or receive me a free pass
On his train, thru and thru
Yet should he ponder about my baggage
1/17/24
connie pachecho
Note-For today's exercise, I did go to a bar. And drank And drank. And toasted a poem I wanted to say. I write wild without inhibitions, quickly, and without reservation. Yes it reads like a confession because it is.
Leaving behind dreams
Memories and known places
Flew in a cold eve
Embracing the unknown fate
Searching for new dreams and hope
I filled an ashtray with anguish
but your eyes didn't see me
your way of saying I don't care
the hallway to the elevator is infinite
is where I lose you in every step
It's a crushed glass flavored goodbye
and now this is the typical unfriendly street
that doesn't give you back your balance
upstairs, fourteenth floor
maybe she will breathe a sigh of relief
lying in bed tearing up pictures that were mine
the uber boy's voice looks like
a sharp dagger that says good night
from above I could not hope for anything better:
disgusting sky with two or three ugly stars
yes i need to travel far from us
are there still tickets to Mars?
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