Leaving work for home, my job stress still fizzled.
The long drive included bratty rain drizzle
and windshield blades needing my constant fiddle.
My stress spittled as rush hour drizzle-tripled.
Some driver's fingers waved from their hand’s middle
but I thought how my nights were far from simple
with dinner and other children committals.
I must stop and tend the food list I’d scribbled
so I gave my gearshift some tension wiggles.
Once at grocer’s I saw my food list whittled,
placed bags in car without a single wrinkle,
then backed out of parking space like a missile …
… so … my stressed ear’s received a crash transmittal
while in rear mirror my eye’s saw boots wiggle,
noted they were stilettos so not nimble
yet back and forth they wriggled on legs riddled
before boots, wrinkles and white hair sunk crippled.
Without quibble I gave cops a phone jiggle,
ran to my victim and knelt by her middle.
Her eyes were open but she seemed struck simple
so I sympathized and smiled with full dimples
while thinking this could become civil dribble
ending in a court where lawyers would quibble.
Yes, stress had pressed me inside guilty’s pickle.
Would not mind being caught in middle,
Of serenade played on violin or a fiddle;
People dancing;
Others romancing;
Thanked God for receiving an acquittal.
Jim Horn
You always want to think and dream
about the best things in life and write
a poem about them. Sounds appropriate
to me.
Stop at your morning Coughing Shop
To spread some flu bugs, germs we could swap
It's only right to share
Spread germs through the air
It's a hang out for the flu transmittal nonstop
You say it seems that I'm hiding something-
Maybe its my answers;
Or that when you asked, I said nothing.
If in need of explanation,
here’s my summation;
my trust has reached stagnation-
I learned don’t trust what isn’t well known,
And even then reside in caution-
Don’t let your full cover be shown.
Afraid; I am not-
and secrets, I have little;
So hold to the ones I've got-
avoid becoming transmittal.
We all love good mystery;
It's simply human nature.
I keep a written history,
But it will not read off my behavior.
I'm manipulative-
as well as contemplative.
I'm witty and I'm charming-
perhaps over demonstrative
I'm tricky-
and I'm picky.
Caught up,
a bit sporadic-
and when I speak,
I am emphatic.
But in this too, I am loyal-
Kindhearted;
Was left broken-
When we parted;
But I still cant wait to get started.
I'm trustworthy,
but if need be-
also bloodthirsty.
I know respects to be earned-
If nothing else,
It's this that I have learned.
Although some are blessed with healing powers,
I can only offer comfort to you.
At your side I’ll be in your darkest hours
when your greatest hopes and dreams go askew.
Of monetary wealth I have little,
just concern, uplifting words to impart.
Feelings of trust are my best transmittal
when you feel crushed and your world falls apart.
For some it seems that friendship is fleeting,
but a commitment is what I can make.
As long as my true heart is beating,
take my unwavering hand when you shake.
If I can make you feel self assurance
when others have abandoned you in plight,
then count on me smiling -- a hope-filled glance --
a nonjudgmental friend who’ll not indict.
*Entry for Brian's "6-16” contest
This cold world, with cold games
a lot they stole, people have lost their control
More then self
killing children’s mental health
Media, the "in and now"
we rely to teach our children how
never leading by example; with self-appraisal
rather filling the next shot double
Will these children of the meek ever be free?
From this, self-loathing transmittal societal disease.
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