"ems" poems
Halfway through the journey
Winter came to stay
The ones I met along my path
Chased the cold away
Memories of twisting
Beneath the starry sky
Kept the wind from swirling in
And pulled my spirits high.
Once I was a singer,
Though po-ems tinged my dreams.
The journey saw an end to that
And waking- raced from me.
Shattering and scattered
Like stars across the skies
Out of reach and far away;
I wished on while I tried.
I never really minded though
Or mourned the goals I lost
For losing each and everything
Was freedom's exact cost.
Explaining this to others
Was pointless to me though
For how can others understand
The open road's my home?
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
I was a Paramedic
I saved lives
Prolonged great inevitable grief
Witnessed the grotesque miracle of unexpected birth
And the ****** it brings
Sat on my *** became complacent
And depressed
Forgot to put into what was being taken from me
Over and over
I worked and came home to silence and destitude
I craved the excitement like a ********** would payday
I worked with the greatest personalities people that wouldn't back down
I had no gun
No hero complex
I used to be a Paramedic
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 9:07 PM UTC
I wonder 'oo and wot 'e was,
That 'Un I got so slick.
I couldn't see 'is face because
The night was 'ideous thick.
I just made out among the black
A blinkin' wedge o' white;
Then biff! I guess I got 'im crack --
The man I killed last night.
I wonder if account o' me
Some ***** will go *****
And 'eaps o' lives will never be,
Because 'e's stark and dead?
Or if 'is missis damns the war,
And by some candle light,
Tow-headed kids are prayin' for
The Fritz I copped last night.
I wonder, 'struth, I wonder why
I 'ad that 'orful dream?
I saw up in the giddy sky
The gates o' God agleam;
I saw the gates o' 'eaven shine
Wiv everlastin' light:
And then . . . I knew that I'd got mine,
As 'e got 'is last night.
Aye, bang beyond the broodin' mists
Where spawn the mother stars,
I 'ammered wiv me ****** fists
Upon them golden bars;
I 'ammered till a devil's doubt
Fair froze me wiv affright:
To fink wot God would say about
The bloke I corpsed last night.
I 'ushed; I wilted wiv despair,
When, like a rosy flame,
I sees a angel standin' there
'Oo calls me by me name.
'E 'ad such soft, such shiny eyes;
'E 'eld 'is 'and and smiled;
And through the gates o' Paradise
'E led me like a child.
'E led me by them golden palms
Wot 'ems that jeweled street;
And seraphs was a-singin' psalms,
You've no ideer 'ow sweet;
Wiv cheroobs crowdin' closer round
Than peas is in a pod,
'E led me to a shiny mound
Where beams the throne o' God.
And then I 'ears God's werry voice:
"Bill 'agan, 'ave no fear.
Stand up and glory and rejoice
For 'im 'oo led you 'ere."
And in a nip I seemed to see:
Aye, like a flash o' light,
My angel pal I knew to be
The chap I plugged last night.
Now, I don't claim to understand --
They calls me Bonehead Bill;
They shoves a rifle in me 'and,
And show me 'ow to ****
Me job's to risk me life and limb,
But . . . be it wrong or right,
This cross I'm makin', it's for 'im,
The cove I croaked last night.
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In the distance, I see a Hound bus cruising down the country road
The stretched out Greyhound dog in front of the bus with look and behold
Now watch as numerous stories unfold
I hear a Greyhound Driver narrating his tail of his stories surrounding the hound bus
I will narrate a couple for you
Our story starts in Topeka, Kansas enroute to Kansas City, Kansas
The bus left on time during its usual run schedule
However, the weather started getting rough
Driving in the wind and rain made it really tough
A Tornado could be seen in the distance destroying everything in its path along the farmlands
Yet that Greyhound bus steadily kept moving
But the fierce violent winds were blowing
Suddenly, the Greyhound bus got a lift
Up in the funnel of the Tornado the Greyhound bus went far from any drift
However, a miracle took place, and the bus was slowly let down gently to the ground
The Greyhound bus remained in tacked and nothing but praises in God’s thanks was the sound
This is my account of another story
I was travelling from New York City to San Francisco, California
It was a vacation being a 4 days journey and New York City back
We had just crossed the Nevada state line being a rest stop
A Young Woman went into labor on the bus
The Driver was counting the contractions, but we all knew what was going to happen
This was supposed too be an 30 minute rest stop, but turned into a 2 hour rest stop
Luckily, the bus was near a major hospital nearby, and an ambulance was summoned
The EMS carried the Pregnant Woman on a stretcher off the bus and her Boyfriend (Husband) followed
Later, the bus pushed on, and I arrived at my final destination ahead of schedule into San Francisco
Another story tail
This time I was travelling to Los Angeles from New York City
We stopped in a Ghost town
There were tumbleweed flying everywhere and shutters were hitting all the houses along with wind blowing
Yet, there were no citizens in the town
Meanwhile, it was 6:00 AM in Arizona
Suddenly, all the passengers wondered who was coming aboard
But everyone was thinking thriller oh my Lord
A Male Passenger boarded, but spoke Spanish
He was drunk and wanted to sit with anyone, but passengers refused
So he had to go to the back of the bus where the restroom was
He talked from the time he boarded until we arrived in Los Angeles
So Greyhound is more than a ride, it became an adventure
Stories upon stories
Go Greyhound with its own storyline
The venture being the bus, but no need to fuss
Greyhound is the American Frontier and that involves us
What is your Greyhound traveling story?
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 7:19 PM UTC
She looks at me and I know in that
quickest
of
seconds
something is wrong.
*"Mom?
Mom?!"*
And she
crumples
against my sister.
I saw the
confusion
in my mom's eyes
and now I see the
panic
in my sister's.
My mom, limp on the ground,
isn't responding
to my repeated pleas.
*"She's having a stroke!
She's having a stroke!"*
Panic makes my sister's voice
frantic.
We've been here before.
All around people are crowding
waytooclose,
but the shouts for EMS can't
drown out the
burst
of silence suddenly in my head.
My sister and I lock eyes,
transported
to when this happened before,
wondering...
worrying...
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
In the early morning of August,
We headed off to the Great Ocean Road.
The beauty of it all took my breath away.
I can still remember the vivid blue
Of the Ocean,
Of the sky.
Cheveux au vent
The piercingly cold wind
At the Twelve Apostles
Swept us away,
With grace.
In the heart of the Rainforest
We made our way through like warriors,
With glory.
The experience felt like a dream;
It was enchanting
And I loved it.
-12/11/13
© eMs' silent poetry. All Rights Reserved.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC
There was an Old Person of Ems,
Who casually fell in the Thames;
And when he was found
They said he was drowned,
That unlucky Old Person of Ems.
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This word does not require a dictionary definition. It does require a shoutout to AmandaFH, who commissioned this poem, and whose surging emotional haikus delight and inspired this poem.
Regret
first, get a knife.
cut yourself
figuratively only,
in half.
take the Memory Part
that rises in the gorge,
poetry source,
that precedes that
awful word,
regrets,
with
me, I, and
My.
dump, flush it fast
down the drain, disposal,
someplace where there is
no retrieval, going back, second chance.
cause when that's done,
now there is no one
who cares
about your regrets.
that is the easy part.
you don't need to be a poet,
litany lilting a list so long
of loves lost, chances, shots
not taken, or worst,
those you didn't
love well enough
and can't go back.
gone, but hey, but yet,
body still weighed down.
incomplete, stop,
even with those
**** regrets banished,
empty spaces sore,
empty being a word
I don't really like.
but I having come to earth
to heal,
whole you in the places that need
soul filling,
Invitation:
we are gathered here today to remember
your future regrets,
long may they rest in
the land of things that never happened.
you are aware of
exactly
of what
you're avoiding,
today's "to do" list
that only gets added to,
that you never willingly pick up.
pick up the phone.
I will even accept texts.
heck, send them one of those there
Po-ems you write so well.
if there is one,
Then There Are Ten,
who need to hear from you,
right now, not later never,
that you love them.
it costs.
could even cost more later.
do it anyway.
cause today is the first day
of never having a regret
ever. again.
beg for forgiveness.
grant forgiveness.
pay that bill.
tear up the bill
you think is
owed you.
choose. pick. decide.
apologize.
let it go,
free the part of you
that will be now never be
regretted later.
here is where I quit this
Po-me-em.
gotta couple of
emails to send,
all starting with a
warm gracious hi!
followed by a couple of
missing thinking loving you
and it's been a while since...
p.s. it's been awhile since,
may have overlooked
acknowledging your
comments and likes,
not answered that message,
re my words that stirred,
so let me start here and
repair that error,
right, right now, here,
cross off that future regret,
I humbly,
thank you in a way
no words could ever
fully express.
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 10:00 AM UTC
Bro ken Po ems
a re of ten dif fi cult
to co mpr e h en d
B ut ..... .... .. .
So ar e
b ro k enh e ar ts
bro ke np r o mi se s
a n d
b r ok end re am s
Jan 25, 2012
Jan 25, 2012 at 8:23 PM UTC
Kinda fainted Friday nite,
De doctor, he come, he say,
"Son you done
give us a genuine affright."
De doctor, he come, he say,
"Son, it's the end o' day,
Get your **** in bed straightaway"
"Here's what you be needing:
twelve tablets of hourly salting, no halting
eight hours bed rest, no dreaming,
four gallons o' tap water, drinking,
no stopping,
***"and for god's sakery,
cease and desist from
this writing,
poetry nonsense fakery."***
Weakly, I protested,
"My poems are the waste products,
the excretions of salt water tears,
a thousand years in the making,
dreams foretelling and retelling events disturbing.
If not removed, disinterred by their inscribing,
these poisonous emotions,
shall surely cause once more
my fainting and falling demotion."
He frowned, de doctor, he was perturbed,
his medical thinking cap was for sure disturbed!
With sighs that made my heart to be a stirring ,
De doctor, he come, he say,
held forth as following, quiet murmuring:
"Here is my prescription:
if you musting,
but with strict limitations it be enforcing:
*No more than four po-ems
De doctor permit to be writ*
per hour."
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 10:37 AM UTC
Desperate
cry! The Sapiens
climb out of molded
couch cushions,
fake forms of
human clay flesh burnt
by kilns and flaming
flash fiction.
Electric!
Eel-slippery, fat
fingers plug socks on
hide arches,
Yellow Ems ™
where stems meet ground and
grease the pure dirt with
perspiration.
Be, oh! BE! –
please? Be ‘fore the tail
forks its tip against
fine china,
‘fore the lungs,
with their breath, blacken
all that’s left of Gran’s
good silver.
“Gold though!” – sweet
leaf tea that glides smooth
down dry throats and helps
soothe, herbal
chamomile
confection that calls
the tailor in for
noose and suit.
“Spades!” I say –
so we dress for death,
not life; we mold and
rot in ‘tumes.
Give me my
birthday garb, unstarched,
wrinkled on its frame –
dusty then,
I will be happy then.
Jul 3, 2010
Jul 3, 2010 at 10:33 PM UTC
I AM TRYING TO STAY AFLOAT
BUT I CAN'T HELP BUT LOVE THE TASTE OF WATER IN MY LUNGS
FIRE AND WATER ARE DANCING IN MY BELLY LIKE ARMAGEDDON
DO THE MARINES TEACH YOU HOW TO ****
BECAUSE I WANT TO BE DEAD
I WATCHED FRANK DIE IN FRONT OF ME
I COUNTED WITH THE EMS TO 30 FOR EACH COMPRESSION
AND THEN I COUNTED HOW LONG IT WAS
IN BETWEEN THE SOUNDS OF ELECTRICITY
TO THE SOUNDS OF HANDS POUNDING ON HIS CHEST
I WATCHED THEM TAKE FRANK AWAY
I COUNTED HOW MANY TIMES MY MOTHER PRAYED
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MY MOTHER PRAYED 18 TIMES
I COUNTED THE MINUTES IT TOOK FOR MY BROTHER TO DRIVE HOME FROM COLLEGE
IT TOOK HIM 42 MINUTES
BECAUSE IT WAS 12:30 IN THE MORNING
AND THERE WAS NO TRAFFIC ON THE HIGHWAY
I'VE STOPPED SEEING PEOPLE
ALL I SEE ARE PUZZLES
I'M ONLY SHOUTING BECAUSE IT SEEMS THAT GOD
HASN'T BEEN ABLE TO HEAR ME LATELY
THE WORST OF THE WILDLIFE
WEARS CLOTHES AND CAN PRAY
WE ARE ANIMALS IN MAN SUITS
BUT YOU HAVE SHOWN ME YOUR MASKS
NONE OF THIS MAKES ANY SENSE ANYMORE
LIFE IS AN ENIGMA
BUT YOU TOLD ME TO STOP SOLVING PUZZLES
WITH THE PIECES MISSING
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
"We had all these crazy fuckin' dreams together, Me and Her. We ate our weight in marshmallow ***** pancakes underneath the stars and kissed each other with tongues of fire licking roofs of open mouth. Her mouth was like a fuckin' inferno, like in the sense that it seems so small and insignificant until you actually get there and then it just swallows you whole, gets you hotter than you've ever been in your fuckin' life and you're there for eternity. It's endless. If you weren't thinking about it before, now you're thinking about it.
You're thinkin' about her, and thank the fuckin' heavens for that. If I could get every man on the face of this planet to think about her the way I do, at the length that I do, til we all fuckin' keel over, it just wouldn't do it. She's somebody that gets stuck in your hair when you're not looking and somebody you trip over in the mornings when you just fuckin' cleaned the place up. She clings to the bottom of your shoes til you can hear her name in any number of footsteps on any number of paths."
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Baby, let me sit in the driver's seat.
Let me drift smoothly, subtly into your lane.
Remember how you always said I was too **** skinny?
Guess what, baby?
When the tail lights call to me I can slide right in between them, like a fitted sheet or rungs on a washboard. I darted between the raindrops like you always said I would but I got wet anyways. What do you know about that?
I don't know much about it, myself.
The doctor said I can't drive anymore. I told that son-of-a-bitch, "my eyesight's 20/20! I seen every single puzzle piece on those office inkblots for the knives and daggers that they are! The **** I look like?"
I'm exhausted, Baby. I'm leaking black smoke out of my lungs. I don't brush my teeth anymore because the fluoride ***** up my third eye. How do ya feel about that? Meditate on it. Meditate on me. Meditate on the stars, on the heavens, on God, on babies that died inside of us. I always told you, Baby, you're the best idea God ever had. You fuckin' did it. Tie me up, baby. If I can't drive anymore, drive me out of here. Tie me up to the ******* tracks and cover my naked body with those whaddya call ems? Tuck me into your blanket statements so big I get them confused with the entire ******* sky.
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 9:44 PM UTC
They whirl and swirl and dive
But do they?
The no see ‘ems, You can’t see ‘em
but you can feel them there
Cavorting and frolicking, invisible in the air
A dinner time dance, gluttonous splurge
You’ll know all about their evening soirée
When you discover the main course is
… You.
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 7:26 PM UTC
Un rêve si lointain,
Ces moments si chers,
Se sont évanouis comme un soupir,
Ce beau sourire
Qui fait chaud au coeur,
Ne reste qu'un souvenir.
Le silence s'instale
Et a corps perdu,
Je m'y perds.
Cette musique dans ma tête
M'appaise,
Comme un léger souffle
Si doux et si tendre.
Vers l'aurore, l'aube debute.
A l'horizon, une lueur se dessine
Et a contre-courant, je m'épanche,
Avec une certaine maladresse.
Mais tout lentement,
J'ouvre mes ailes
Vers une destinée nouvelle...
-08/12/13
© eMs' silent poetry. All Rights Reserved
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 9:00 AM UTC
Un simple geste suffit
Pour m'avouer l'infini
D'un sentiment qui envahit tout mon être
Si seulement, pour toi, je suis celle
Que tu trouveras belle
Tu liras ainsi les mots de mon coeur
Et ainsi se dessinera, peut-être une lueur
Une histoire qui sera nôtre
Et à personne d'autre
Je tends une main vers l'inconnu
Pour que tu la prennes sans retenue
Et ensemble, nous irons là-bas
Où le bonheur nous viendra
Et à ça, on y aura droit...
-12/04/14
© eMs' silent poetry. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
the plot of my dying son’s dream includes an alien technology meant to isolate what makes us inhuman. he is unable to ascertain the holder of such a patent as his disorder wakes him before his time. I direct his attention to the youtube video of my injury. it’s the first time I’ve seen myself sleepwalk. as with all my children, I get his attention by waving the rolled up catalog his mother failed to sell. I keep it with me at all times and have been caught using it to spy on what I cannot provide. in the video I look surprisingly fit. my oldest daughter is sitting on my shoulders and her hair is on fire. I am running through a sprinkler in a front yard I don’t recognize and am taken at the ankles by some animal the darkness hides. here the video stops but I’ve heard there are others that go on a bit longer. when my stepfather was very sick his memory convinced him he had traveled more than once to a foreign land. the most valuable thing he came back with was his father’s gentle nature which he uses often when guiding me to clear a path for EMS.
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 4:23 PM UTC
gems i thought i'd never find, i found in him.
under the soft moonlight, he sang to me, words of
love. such sweet phrases coming out of beautiful
lips. lips i could stare at for ages and ages.
i love you's and kisses and warm embraces. he could
be the one. the one i'd spend the rest of my
life with. i could be his princess, and we'd live happily
ever after.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 1:36 PM UTC
As we lay there side by side
Together
The clouds above looked beautiful
The gush of cold breeze felt refreshing
Beneath the blue sky of Surfers Paradise
We closed our eyes
Breathed in the fresh air
The gentle sound and
The smell of the pure, untainted sea
Warmed our hearts
It was a lovely moment shared
It was a quiet, simple afternoon
With our worries behind
And an immaculate view of blue before us
Even now, I still remember how perfect it was
And I treasure the memory of it
With sheer fondness
-15/09/2013
© eMs' silent poetry. All Rights Reserved.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
Po-ems these days
Often leave me in a haze
They try to deter my gaze
As I hope it's just a phase
Skill level means nothing
If you always end up flunking
On yesterday and today's age old trend
If one still lacks the goods
Why not fax in some hoods
To add to an otherwise cold winter
So lounging one day
I decided to sift through the hay
So please refrain from the hinder
But scrolling away
I find a knot in said hay
And I thought it was about time to sic her
Po-ems these days are dumb
I'd rather **** my OWN thumb
They're as utilitarian as my ***
Which is something I often forget to wipe
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
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Allofthethings
....EVEN IF
it's
with//so {me} one
//else...
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
if you could
cut a miracle
open...all your
lives would stand
on their Head.
made upright to the figure
that adjusts the fullest
rush of blood to that Head.
as your truest love
says: hey there, i've
been looking for you...
how on earth are you?
answer: just fine baby,
come closer.
happening frequently asks
itself, how?
which is on terms with the
ripest time.
come closer, come closer.
see...i've said it three times.
which must count for
something.
is this math all in my Head?
(stupid smile).
look out for the fact you're
breathing my breath.
please take it, as away.
a bevy of purple beds knock
at your gush.
next level's found you...hi.
let's gab our gift in all the
right places.
po-ems~
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 9:18 AM UTC
I saw you
And felt joy
You appeared
So differently
You showed interest
And listened
And was kind
I told you a story
Talked about the “Tallgrass” book
Showed you my world
Let you in
We connected
Took a stroll
It felt real
I was myself
With you by my side
Everything looked bright
I didn’t want it to end
Then I woke up
I knew it was just a dream
But it was beautiful...
-22/01/13
© eMs' silent poetry. All Rights Reserved.
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 9:33 AM UTC
Lay right back
and I'll tell a tale
a tale of meds gone wrong
it started at the bar last night
that's why I wrote this song
the pill was not that small, but blue
a diamondly shaped cure
setting my watch timer
for a four hour tour
a four hour tour
She told me that, she liked my smile
and wanted to know more
like if I made good breakfast
and if I'd like to score
and if I'd like to score
My libido took her places
she'd never seen before
and made a mess of my apartment
of that you can be sure
of that you can be sure
I ran aground as my watch went off
not for lack of need
my buddy did not know it
but now he couldn't ***
EMS said I was lucky
as purple not a shade
I would want to keep in vogue
or put upon display
The needle began removing blood
at rate that made me swoon
nurse plunging it in so deep
a ****** harpoon
a ****** harpoon
So take my warning serious
and know not to indulge
or at the ER you will be
an exsanguinating bulge
my exsanguinated bulge
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 2:53 PM UTC