He held his hand on the key,
Paralyzed in motion.
Teeth gritted,
Eyes wild,
And arms trembling.
He slammed his hands on the wheel,
Whomp,
Whomp,
Whomp.
And cursed himself when his fit was over.
How could he, He thought,
They could be out there.
“I will not” he said softly,
And retracted his key from the starter.
“I will never leave this garage!” he declared,
“That’ll show em”.
“My car had been hit once, and never again”.
I fly at night, all over the cosmos, not just in our hemisphere
my husband says my soul is gone, mouth open, I look dead
there is no way to rouse me, my spirit is soaring
dreamland is graveyard city to me; I am no longer in body
my dreams are not remembered, do I have them?
there is not one sliver of a memory about them
Are they in color or black and white?
I know not, but I sometimes wake up hearing the last line of a poem.
Daydreaming is another story, I can recall each one of those.
I develop an orphanage, an animal rescue center, and a newspaper.
Two of these things might be obsolete now, but they weren’t in the sixties.
I spent most of my grade school hours daydreaming
My husband says he could never get me out if there was a fire.
If there was a flood, I might be lucky enough to float out
But until I hit my chest with a hard whomp sound, I am in dreamland
I fly at night, all over the cosmos, not just in our hemisphere.
like a giant stalk of rhubarb
I stand my ground, defying the north wind
do your damage, I say, confident I will remain standing.
Whomp! a dog tail slaps into my thigh.
I am down in one solid whoosh.
Back in the day I could have jumped right back up.
A delighted dog is licking my face as if it is ice cream
His neck is stronger than I am
I am laughing as I try to push him away
Not feeling so powerful now
My car was flying in the air upside down
Off the freeway, headed toward trees
I had never heard of black ice, had no idea about it
I was only twenty-eight-years old
But I knew I was going to die
I thought of my three young daughters
Yelled out “Jesus, please save me!”
the car flipped right side up
and landed with a whomp in deep snow.
A man waded fifty feet in snow to check on me.
He was amazed
Said he had worked in a pit crew of the Indianapolis 500
Said “I never saw a car do that before. How did you do it?”
I said it was like a giant hand reached out and flipped me.
I told him I had yelled out to God for help.
He took me to work, but that was the end of the conversation.
I think miracles are too much for some people to comprehend.
My dreams make life pale
I am more alive
My surroundings more vivid
I would relish dreaming forever
There are colors I cannot describe
For they are unknown on earth
Am I in heaven?
Would it be arrogant to say yes?
I land back in my body with a loud whomp
Hitting my chest at a hundred miles an hour
My eyes open and my heart beats wildly
My hands are shaking
Reentry is always scarier than real life
Is it sad that I want to spend the rest of my life
Dreaming rather than living?
Ring around the rosie
Ribbit Dribbit Drosie
They secret the mucus.
Hookus, Lookus, Doofus.
Three frogs at play
In my field today
Straight from the swamp
Eating flies with a whomp!
Ring around the rosie
Ribbit Dribbit Drosie
Good pets they might not be
Frog legs for my tea?
Shall I turn to my audience and sing
To ah world who wishes to hear me
Sing
From intros to prechorus
They will excite or bore us
Does this world wish me to sing
I have sang many bridges
Carried ah tune or two
From verse to verse
The efforts the songwriter gave
In respect we must not neglect
The composers role in these
Collaborations
But, I
So we
Change the gender of
the love
Might the background singers
Compliment one another
Please let this blend with
Modern trends
It needs to fit in
It needs to fit in
To ride the wave
To number one
I want to tour bragging
Ain't to much to be asking
Maybe we can do it all
Again
Make it cool and different
We included something different
This song has two solos
One a conversation
A bassoon and flute
Wishes to groove with the bass
You should've seen the percussionists face
When the strange started grooving
The horns were ah tuning
Whomp ah whomp getting down
The flute took the show
To places voices couldn't go
Our smiles didn't make ah sound
When it returned to the tenors tempo
The horns started there solo
Putting the strings in the background.
Barking dogs and screaming kids
Can drive a person to drink
There's nothing so disconcerting
Worse than loud music methinks
Hard to control a barking dog
They'll bite you and rip off your leg
Beating kiddies is wee bit extreme
But it's fun watching them beg
Go ahead whomp on your child
As long as you don't leave any marks
Strangling is definitely illegal though
Welts are sometimes quite dark
Betcha I'm gonna hear 'bout this
'Bout abusing wee kids and all
Really they're only minor injuries
It's a blast to hear 'em bawl!
Violet elephant with the enormous empathetic blue eyes
Woke me up landing on my stomach with a whomp! No big surprise.
I don’t have time to play today I say but the tiger gives a roar.
So I pay attention to both of them, into space we quickly soar.
This tiger is a bit different than the others that were sent.
Has pointy teeth, but his stripes are red, and white, and he has a dent.
There is an arrow shaft sticking out of the left side of his head.
If this was any other tiger, I’m pretty sure he would be dead.
We want marshmallow rice Krispy treats, Gerk the elephant says.
Pretty sure I am out of marshmallows, I thump him on his fez.
When did you steal that Shriner’s hat? I ask him with concern.
The tiger gives my foot a bite, a punishment to make me learn.
Barking dogs and screaming kids
Can drive a person to drink
There's nothing so disconcerting
Worse than loud music methinks
Hard to control a barking dog
They'll bite you and rip off your leg
Beating kiddies is wee bit extreme
But it's fun watching them beg
Go ahead whomp on your child
As long as you don't leave any marks
Strangling is definitely illegal though
Welts are sometimes quite dark
Betcha I'm gonna hear 'bout this
'Bout abusing wee kids and all
Really they're only minor injuries
It's a blast to hear 'em bawl!
Just kidding!!!
Divine Intervention
I was supposed to die.
More than once.
In a car, driving too fast
or erratically.
It is my race car driver foot.
And my cavalier attitude.
My impatience and my devils-may-care-self.
I know this, and yet still I crash up cars.
Expecting to die.
Wishing to die?
Feeling disappointed I have not been able to die?
It is curious. But sometimes I walk away, terribly disappointed.
My cars get severely injured, and yet here I am.
In one piece, not a broken neck, a broken arm or a broken foot.
Once when I was flying through the air I expected to land on a glass T-top roof.
I knew I was a goner.
But then from the bowels of my soul
I heard my voice cry out “God, help me!”
And that car flipped one hundred and eighty degrees.
I landed with a WHOMP in a snowdrift, wheels down.
The guy who walked sixty feet in four-foot deep snow
Asked me “how I did it”.
He said he worked in a pit crew at the Indy 500 once upon a time.
He had never seen anything like it.
I have never seen anything like it either, and yet, it happened to me.
Written 12-27-2021
Contest: Divine Intervention
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Mystical doorway to my soul development opens up during REM sleep
I do not always see the steps, but I recognize they are there
Ready to help me sever the silver cord and meet my spirit guides
I saw it again tonight during astral travel. I felt excited, yet hesitated.
I am simultaneously thrilled with the steps, and yet fearful of them.
My essence knows that if I make the climb my soul will not return to my body.
Whomp! I hit my body so hard I wake up gasping again.
Conscious memory of the ethereal doorway completely gone.
And yet my soul still knows….
Ethereal spirit guide at the helm,
traveling on my faithful dreams
showing me an astral realm
Where heaven is lurking beyond her seams.
Entities of helpful creature
giving me truths as my body snores
In deep REM sleep, my mind doth feature
soulful menu of truths beyond the moors
Eyelids flicker lightly as I slumber
my soul released, to watch the show
Astral plain flashes me without encumber,
where I travel no one truly doth know
Ethereal spirit guide tells me to go back slow
I hit the chest with a whomp for I never listen
Wake up suddenly, shaking, breaking the flow
of astral world, her faint memory but a pretty glisten.
From an eight story high rise building
I leapt to my death, but land on top of a moving bus with a thump.
People scream. I laugh, because I am still alive.
My purple cape flies out behind me.
I see a low bridge, so I fall down with a whomp.
More screaming.
I hang on tightly.
No longer wanting to die.
My fingernails are hanging on by a thread.
I can feel myself slipping
I know I will drop to my death
I scream all the way down.
WHOMP!
I hit my chest hard.
My eyes flutter open.
Bad dream? My muse asks.
She is smirking.
I hate her.
She does this to me at 3 a.m. every morning
When she wants me to get up and write.
I cover my head and play snore
Listening to her giggle.
She knows she has me.
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