When we were teenagers
It was a custom to go to
Some abandoned property
Where there was a well.
We would drop a coin in
And make a wish. The
Funny thing was you
Wouldn’t hear the coin
Hit the bottom. Once
Someone thought they
Heard a voice deep
Down in the well
Saying help me, help
Me. A professional at
Rescuing people in
These situations threw
A rope over the side
And went down. He
Was never seen again.
The weekend is a time to
Unwind from the stresses
And strains of the week
And do the things you
Want to do. You can be
Yourself, sleep late and
Not do anything if you
Want to. The weekend
Is your time. If work
Calls, let it go to
Voicemail.
Americans are always ready
To get on the highway and
Take a road trip. Going to
A different place every
Summer is something
Families always look
Forward to. Hook up a
Travel trailer and camp
Out in a new place every
Evening. These are
Vacation times to
Remember.
Here we are on this planet
To live and look around
The corner at what might
Jump out at us. This is the
Adventure we live for.
We are the most awake
When we welcome it all.
We’re together here on earth
But we don’t know how many
Days any of us have left. The
Idea is to spend our time in
Harmony and doing things
Together. But the hammer
Falls: God takes both of us.
We are finally together in
Heaven.
One of those days to
Stay in — brilliant bolts
Of lightning uncover
Everything. The thunder
Shakes God’s creatures
Large and small. To
Finish it off come the
Torrential rains washing
Away the evil.
They were our friends and
Playful companions and
Were always loyal. Dogs
And cats were the most
Prevalent pets that had
These traits. But one
Day, or a period of time,
Our furry companion
Gets sick or gets an
Irreversible physical
Condition that can’t
Be fixed. Signs point
To time to say goodbye.
Deep in the woods away
From the noise of the
City is a haven of peace
Called Serenity Pool.
It has benches around
It so people can sit and
Reflect and make decisions.
Couples can be together
In peace. Looking into
The pool you can see
Into the future.
Old Victorian mansions are
Awe-inspiring and a monument
To a period of time when
Artisans took pride in their
Workmanship. No power
Tools, every tool was human
Powered. Touring a mansion
Is like going back in time,
When society was cultured
And genteel and produced
Some amazing architecture.
no track of time
entombed darkly
faint sticky sounds
impending nudge through
pop slimy gooey squeeze
down to dirt city with
barbed wire godless creatures
dragged into a locked unit
I’m stripped of everything
except my clothes and a
shred of dignity and thoughts
they won’t let me see the stars
I don’t dare tell them I’m a poet
if they know, the subhuman
soultakers would subvert the truth
Wordman of Alcatraz 