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40/40: Summer Poem Slam-a-bam! – Day 4 – “It Was Not Joyful”

“It Was Not Joyful”

An ill-prepared wanderer,

the rains came for me.

Violent, voracious, vexing vendetta.

Sheets of water fell heavy.

Visual acuity registered poor and begot bad decisions.

Puddles exploded in measured bursts,

as my cobbled soles ranged uneven ground.

Outerwear did little to divert the assault.

Eventually, socks and underwear captured the glory of the flood.

It seemed as if Noah was imminent.

He never showed.

Just soiled and saturated beasts,

two by two, three by three,

a bathtub lottery.

Dampened regression.

Deluge-ional.

Dam burst. Capacity exceeded.

Waterlogged loafers,

squeaked through the depot.

Hurried and hydrated forever.

Plumes of water overtook curb-stranded souls,

that waited for the WALK signal.

A moist menagerie,

stupefied by ambitious clouds.

It was not joyful.

A very special thanks to LR for simply saying : It Was Not Joyful

40/40: Summer Poem Slam-a-bam is a ongoing project in which people have joined me for 40 days and 40 nights of on-demand poetry. They have submitted the concepts, ideas, and subjects; I’ve done the rest.

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40/40: Summer Poem Slam-a-bam! – Day 3 – “Dead Pool: An Exquisite Corpse”

 

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“Dead Pool: An Exquisite Corpse”

 

“There’s something wonderful about drinking in the afternoon. A not-too-cold pint, absolutely alone at the bar — even in this fake-ass Irish pub.”

                                                                                                                                                                  -Anthony Bourdain

“Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.”

                                                                                                                                                                 -John Lennon ~ Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy)

“Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling.”

                                                                                                                                                                -Prince ~ Nothing Compares 2 U

“For years and years I roamed, I gazed a gazeless stare.”

                                                                                                                                                                -David Bowie ~ the man who sold the world

“And I’m lost, behind. The words I’ll never find, and I’m left behind, as seasons roll on by, yeah yeah.”

                                                                                                                                                                -Chris Cornell ~ Seasons

“I have decided to leave you forever. I have decided to start things from here. Thunder and lightning won’t change what I’m feelin’.”

                                                                                                                                                                -Dolores O’Riordan ~ Daffodils Lament

“Well some say life will beat you down. Break your heart, steal your crown. So I’ve started out, for God knows where. I guess I’ll know when I get there”

                                                                                                                                                                -Tom Petty ~ Learning to Fly

“All dead, all dead. All the dreams we had. And I wonder why I still live on.  All dead, all dead. And alone I’m spared.”

                                                                                                                                                                -Freddie Mercury ~ All Dead, All Dead

 

And alone, we are spared.

To conceive this dread, in fear.

Carpe diem, dear!

Do not go gentle into the void.

Live the fullest.

Drink well.

Eat voraciously.

Love others.

Warm your bed with the embrace of lovers.

There is nothing promised.

A sinister tease,

a statistical anomaly.

And despite this.

The finest gift, indeed.

 

A very special thanks to Jared Nownes for suggesting: Dead Celebrity Poem=Bourdain

Fellow Poet extraordinaire, Jared Nownes, can be found squirreling away words of wisdom and flights of madness on his blog Sustantivos” you must go check it out.

40/40: Summer Poem Slam-a-bam is a ongoing project in which people have joined me for 40 days and 40 nights of on-demand poetry. They have submitted the concepts, ideas, and subjects; I’ve done the rest.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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40/40: Summer Poem Slam-a-bam! – Day 1 – “Antiseptic”

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“Antiseptic”

The manifest states “five-day trip,”

so many passengers, already sick.

Gonna get strong antiseptics,

to stop germs from infesting the ship.

Whether starboard, astern, bow, or to port,

a vomitorium vessel, this floating resort.

Gangways and decks, covered in spew.

Life preservers, life boats, even bridge crew.

Bobbing and swaying,

the waves are a throwing.

While green-faced vacationers,

feel the gastric juice flowing.

White knuckles grasp railings,

some vertigo feelings.

There are even some chunks,

on my cabin’s ceiling.

When will this tilt-a-whirl end?

I’m just asking for a friend.

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A very special thanks to Evangeline Vickery for suggesting: antiseptic

40/40: Summer Poem Slam-a-bam is a ongoing project in which people have joined me for 40 days and 40 nights of on-demand poetry. They have submitted the concepts, ideas, and subjects; I’ve done the rest.