sjbbball9 Poetry

I honestly do not recall

If I’ve taken a thing

Even an item so small

I honestly do not recall

What I could’ve taken for

No apologies from this tongue

I honestly do not recall

If I’ve taken a thing.

“Singin’ in the Iron Rain”

on another land

the alien version of Gene Kelly

sings,

as he dances around

in his iconic routine

with stronger protection

as the metal pummels down

like our rain from above

but harder,

hotter,

and 24/7

that Gene alien

would grace their

“streets”

in his elegance

while the metal,

continues,

pummeling down.

The sweet seeds of victory

appearing within Sam’s grasp

while she sits at her desk

“No habla español” Sam screams,

yet she’ll get an A.

the birds chirp, chirp in the distance

the beams grazing upon her white skin

through the window’s crack.

The chair pulling her away

as the brisk air rushes into her nose

she quickly resists

and pushes the chair forward

then, stands.

Flying out the door

blazing by her Boomer

that tells at her to get back

and as a teenager

when the Boomer yells,

the teenager of course listens

in one ear and out the other

as she claims if she doesn’t

leave now

she’ll never accomplish her task,

yet she’ll still

get an A.

when I was five,

bright like the sun

with his wings

yet he couldn’t fly,

but he did ride.

In this purple space

he had a bike...

and his leather jacket...

still,

he couldn’t fly.

He flashed his yellow face

with fangs about the

size of his beak

and I quickly arose

back into my zone

but when I see this

yellow bird face

I quickly

turn away.

The thrown howl

and the flicker moan

the bird estimates

the owl’s scowl

within his nook

the songbird is shook

while the might mouse

sprouts out...

In the bright light

I write

Now blurred

losing the fight

I benefit yet,

sandals come off

ankles push down,

blanket on,

candle out.

The current art

changing within weeks,

months,

very few continue to

stay in place.

From the tiniest

of feet, to those who

need assistance to get around,

a place for all

smiles & minds alike.

Music plays

can hear from Publics

idk how many

blocks away,

but still bringing smiles

to all minds

every night.

My life is a

constant revision.

One day make a wrong

another day choose incorrect

then turn the wrong right

and choose correct next time.

Eying my decisions

as my numbers reflect them

and then edit the decisions

so my numbers reflect the good.

Constantly changing

every second of every minute of every...

you know the picture.

Still changing,

no, editing,

no, revising,

so I can continue

to see the next sunrise.

Short,

a little plumpy,

not the little green

you slice open and

slice,

slice,

and stick into

your fruit craving

mouth.

Short,

a little plumpy,

no.

Quite big,

quickly scurrying

under the moonlight

in silence,

or else it hides

not

in plain sight.

and fear,

he seems to still

be leading,

yet our own

soldiers

without their shiny

armor

are still fighting harder,

stronger,

to be gone of fear

so we can enjoy

our loved ones

embrace

without fear

winning their fight.

I shook less,

today, as I focused

on my future reminding

that this

will all be over,

yet I still feel

fear’s lurking presence

as I continue to

fight and eliminate

it from my

mind.

I don’t know

what each day will

now bring,

but as I squeeze

my bear tight

tonight,

reminded I’m still

someone’s soldier

without my shiny armor,

as we all still fight

ending fear’s

over expired

reign.