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Aa Harvey Jul 2019
Don’t bee late for Flight-school


Ok…Are you sure you have got everything that you need?
There is nothing you have forgotten?
Nothing you want to get before you leave?
Are you sure you don’t need to use the lavatory before you go?
Oh!  Have you got enough honey?
Enough clothes to wear?  Some beeswax for your hair?
Are you sure you are ready to leave?
Yeah…

Don’t worry about me Mum, I’ll bee ok.  
I have been preparing for this day since I can remember.
Oh!  Have you got your mittens?  It gets cold in September.
Mum; chill out.  I’m going to bee fine
And the next time you see me I’ll bee able to fly!
Now Son; are you sure you don’t want me to give you a lift?
No Dude; thanks, but it’s only a short trip…


It’s time for me to go.
Oh I know, I know; don’t bee late, hurry along
And go and meet your mates, don’t bee late.
I’m sure he will bee ok Love.
We love you Son.
Yes!  We love you Humble!  And his Mum gave him a great big hug!
I love you guys too and I won’t bee gone long.
Just a few days and I will bee done
And then you can say “You know he flies as well now, my Son.”


With that Humble walked out of the door
And soon he met his mates, all four.
They were up ahead so he ran to catch up.
Oh ‘ello Humble.  What’s up?
Hey Bee-Real, what are you doing here?
Just walking little Prince here to flight-school.  He fears.
He worries too much if you ask me;
Got no sense of direction, see.
Oh well; what will bee, will bee.
Hey Humble.  Hey Prince.  How’s things?
Don’t ask.
Bee-Real laughed.


Hey Humble.  Hey Blondebee;
What do you reckon we are gonna see,
When we walk through those big doors?
Bee-Real said “You’ll see ‘em all flying about an’ that, I’m sure.
They got nothing better to do, I’ll bet ya.”
Hey Tiny Dancer.  Hey Hum;
Today’s gonna bee fun!
Yeah, for you it is, you already know how to fly Mr. Superfly.
Some of us just have a natural ability; Hey ladies.
Said Tiny Dancer as two bees flew by.


Humble and the others,
Had to walk through the offices of the Bee-Air institution,
Before they were eventually lead to the building,
In which their training instructor was waiting,
For them to begin their training mission.


So there it was…Flight-school.
Wow!  That’s cool!  
Said Humble as they opened the huge doors,
To reveal a huge area painted sky blue from wall-to-wall
And in the centre of the large room there was a swimming pool.


What’s with the water, Bee-Real?
That’s for when someone fails.
If your wings get wet because they are not like a shield of steel,
Then they say pack your bags.  It’s time to bail…

Well; see you later guys.  I’d love to stay, but I gotta fly.


As Bee-Real left and the small group of four joined the line,
Flight Lieutenant McFly began to talk.
After a little while the training had begun
And soon it would bee time for the tests…


As Humble walked up to take his place for the first attempt,
The Flight Lieutenant said,
Show us what you got kid!
And Humble did!
He flapped his wings as hard as he could!
He rose off the ground a little and then he floated back down.
Nice attempt.  Try again.  
Some of the other bees were joking behind the Lieutenants back.
Hey you; I can see what you are doing over there.  
Stop clowning around.


Humble tried three times and it didn’t work.
Tiny Dancer tapped him on the shoulder and said My turn.
Then he leapt into the air and flew around the room.
Well done lad.  You really know how to zoom!
It seemed like everybody else did too;
To Humble at least.


Eventually, all that was left was one last bee.
Even after being trained by Flight Lieutenant McFly,
Humble was running out of time.
Everyone else had learned to fly.  They were all watching.
There he was…the last bee in line.


Nobody believed he could do it;
Not even him…
Until he only went and did it!


Humble soared into the sky!  He flew so high!
And so fast around the room
And as he passed the bees below, he shouted out Zooommm!!!
He was gone in a flash,
So quick to dart back up into the air
And as he landed in front of the cheering bees in his class,
After flying behind the artificial clouds and trees,
The lieutenant said,
“Congratulations!  You have all passed!”


Nobody fell into the swimming pool.
Humble later found out that nobody ever does.
As he flew home, he felt, so cool!
And all along the flight path that he took home,
Could bee heard the sound of Humble B. Bumble,
Qualified flier,
Humming along…

At last Humble had found the right note to sing his unique buzz.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Austin Bauer Oct 2016
White Converse shoes,
Pants pulled up like
You came straight
From the 50s.
McFly! McFly!
You were reading
The paper when
You got up to ask me
To borrow a chair.
After all, it was dark
Where you were sitting,
And it takes a healthy
Amount of natural light
To read the paper.
At least that's what you told me.  
Of course I obliged because  
It does make it easier
For me to write about you when
You're sitting right across
From me. Mr. Plaid Shirt with
A Pilot G-2 Gel Ballpoint Pen.
Maybe if you're lucky,
Your coffee won't be cold
By the time you read,
"Animal Cuisine, for Animals,"
Or, "This Sushi Waits for No One."
What does it say about me
That I would sit here
And describe you as you read?
I could interrupt you,
Asking you a few questions
To really get to know you.
I assume you're a kind person
Based on the laughter-lines
Surrounding your eyes;
Based on the way you smiled
At that young woman as
She walked by.
Thomas Newlove Jul 2015
Time is a curious thing. The old cliché.
Not in a "heavy" Marty McFly way
But how, in one moment, you can pray for it
to grind to a halt.
Perhaps as you pound the asphalt
With your dancing shoes
Gasping, through puddles of ***** and **** and *****
To make the very last Nightlink
Of a heart-breakingly beautiful night out on Dublin streets.
And then another moment be wasting it away,
On writing poems, writing *******, writing the truth,
Or standing on the edge of a very tall library building roof
With the short sharp explosion of brain matter, praying it away
As it mulches on the concrete below.
Head first, to ensure success.
To ensure that for the love of god it isn't slow.
How time must crawl for people who can't move...

Each second dripping as slowly
as the painful near of a near-perfect tap.
Or "faucet" as they call it in America.
But then again we have buildings, pieces of paper, all kinds of crap
older than their whole country so what the hell do they know?
Their policemen shoot unarmed civvies or send them to prison  
as a sort of politically correct racial genocide
(because black privilege gets such lovely jumpsuits and body bags.)
Then again, we let priests ****** children here
and think **** is less upsetting than women's rights.
Time doesn't change how consistently wrong people can be I suppose?
If anything we overcomplicate ourselves.
Just think, if I had been born five hundred years ago
I would have died of pneumonia, or something asthma-related.
Or probably gone blind? My eyesight only is getting worse
(although is that to do with my endless-stream-of-computer-screens?)
I feel like that should be worse but I can't bring myself to decide.
Time seems to ask a lot of questions although maybe that is just
because I'm trying to stretch this poem out as long as it takes
before my twenties are over
and my life is more clear and certain
And I have a steady job that I hate
and I am less of a shambles
and have gotten over the depression
and the alcohol binges alone
and the fear of the future
and the self-doubt
and the loneliness
and the sickening
feeling in the pit
of your gut
when you
realise how
slowly
time is
passing
and you want to die.
Or not. I can never concentrate long enough to care.
OnwardFlame Apr 2016
Was doin' so well, so strong
What does the word strong even really mean
Bows and arrows on my back
A moon stamped forever whenever people ask
I say for my Philadelphia women.

Swan legs
Today it did hit me like an avalanche
And somehow in the last few hours
As I perused and watched over the art
That I've made with my bare hands
I realized it all makes sense.

I know you are angry
And secretly very sad
The women around me judge your madness
Your own best friends tell me I'm better off
I was feeling so resilient, so brave
And something today
Perhaps carried over from Friday night
When I tried to reach you
And realized I no longer could
So I slept in all my paint.

Theres no man to take the shoes off my weary feet
At this singular moment
I don't have a love to be frustrated with for his attitude
But I cooked myself a real nice dinner
Gabbing and venting on the phone
I go to bed alone.

I stayed up late tonight
To get it all done.
And it makes me think back to how impatient you would become
One time, only once
After we were all over
If only for that fleeting moment did we act like
We
"Obviously loved each other"
Note: e-d
LovED
LovED
Past tense.
I reread it and read it
I felt the ****** urge to cry
But the well up inside me
Could only let out a whiff or weeze or two.
I try to think of quotes now or poetic words
To tagline my movie that so clearly is gutted with us
But really,
Not really.

I see now in my minds eye
Yes, you absolutely did me wrong
My mother becomes heated and repeated
On the phone as I travel underground
I look around at my colorful life
Filled with spontaneity, holy hell so much newness
I'm starting to really settle settle in here
And not in that gross comfortable way
Everyone is right
You were just a harmful distraction.

But the feelings and reality now
Is that I must face that you have so hastily moved on
Slapped a sandwich with too much mayo
And forgotten your lettuce
But I'll always be a spinach girl.

Sour gummy worms
Combos cheddar cheese
Lime lemon gatorade
Ninja Turtles
Marty McFly
Your very favorite things.

Thats all I can think of.
I fell asleep last night thinking
How we watched Candy
And then we too,
Disintegrated.

I wish I could say that I hope you are happy
But I feel mostly regret, sadness, anger
The utmost betrayal
And it makes me think and ponder
How easy it is to get caught up
In all of those very words
In all of those very feelings
And it reminds me of being a 14 year old girl
Locking myself in my bathroom
Wanting my life to end
Because the first love of my life
Had seemed to have completely disappeared.

I don't know what any of it means
You made the comment once that my poems
Were getting longer
This one may be the longest in quite some time.

And it feels so good to write
It feels so good to visually create the words
I hear all day long in my head
But most of the time I don't even write
All the phrases and voices
Poetic intricacies
Down.

Periwinkle sweatshirt
******* how it hurt
I think back to the moments you really fawned over me
Crazy colorful hair
Or the night I danced at the Gentleman's Club
Tacky?
Tacky.

So I guess this new woman sleeps in your bed
Probably every other night
You stay at her place
I am sure you create dividing lines
Of you and her
Her and you
Perhaps she keeps her mouth shut
I heard she was nothin' special
A vape model
I don't even know what that means.

Remember when
You claimed I would someday be your wife?

Good riddance
Everyone close to me in my life hates you.
Its really quite a shame
I don't know what the future holds
But you don't even want to be friends
But its a retort, a threat
Filled with too much ***** and immaturity
Or all of the post it notes you never wrote me
I remembered dumping out the bottle of red wine today
And felt so glad, so glad
I followed my gut instinct
To pour your remains into
The drain
God bless. God bless.
I say in my most southern way.
I'll look back at this and laugh very soon
As times right this moment definitely border
The most difficult in my womanhood
Everything use to be
Everything just is
So big, so loud, so complex
So full

And sometimes I just don't want to leave the safety of my room.
But tomorrow is a new day
I'll pray to the moon, the stars
I'm so glad you aren't meant to be my sun king
But good try, good try
We can all laugh like bobble heads on fire
You couldn't keep up.
I was told today
And thats okay
Because I know you grip and sweat spite

Because I'll always be
Not just "The One"
Or the woman who told you not to call me "girl"
"Beautiful girl"
Or all of the phrases you so clearly
Recycled and used to swoon before
But I'll just be and always remain
A beautiful, biggest romantic love of your life
Literal ink stain

The swan that got away.
(And she freed herself into the ocean.)
This is a story “For Those Who Have Heart” (A Day To Remember)
For “The Young And The Hopeless” (Good Charlotte)
This story will “Free Your Mind” (Anarbor)
It all began in a “Room On The 3rd Floor” (Mcfly)
We had “All That We Needed” (Plain White T’s)
And yet we were “Guaranteed To Disagree” (We Are The In Crowd)
“Oh No” (Ok Go)
It’s “Nothing Personal” (All Time Low)
But one of us was “Homesick” (A Day To Remember)
And the other had “Night Visions” (Imagine Dragons)
“Chasing Ghosts” (The Amity Affliction)
Til we “Collide With The Sky” (Pierce The Veil)
In a burst of “Red” (Taylor Swift)
You’ll always be “My Forever” (He Is We)
This is a story of “What Separates Me From You” (A Day To Remember)
And it’s going “Straight To DVD” (All Time Low)
Evan Hayes Nov 2014
Been a long time coming
But I'm still coming strong
If you thought I'm all alone
I guess you thought wrong

I'm surrounded by the whole world
Right?
While you're in your little room
locked tight

I've had so many feelings
Not all of them stay
But this one has stuck with me
Ever since May

You think im dumb and different
But you're just conforming
I'm my own person
It took some time, some forming

Cigarettes love me
All of it's above me

These Converse that I'm rocking
Are just a reminder
Want something from me?
Then you better come knocking

Time to kick up the distortion
Listen up kids
And get some absorption

Next time you love me
Be prepared to lose me
Next you time you hate me
Make sure you're hasty

Got my 1-Up cap
And I'm kicking down the street
Got my hood pulled up
Waiting for us to meet

Get back to the future
Like Marty McFly
You're still gone
And I'm still alive
Jeremy Jun 2016
I guess its just one of those things
Where I'm wrong but i'll never admit it
Trying to swallow my pride but the taste is sour so I just spit it
Like listerine in the sink
Or tequila chased by a lime for a drink
You would always say I need to stop talking before I think
And that if I build a ship out of my promises it would do nothing but sink
So it seems  
You must of made this desicion based off a vision in a dream
To R.I.P these connections so effortlessly at the seams
To walk away for the fifth time because this time you have had enough
Yelling "If you would of acted right I would have stayed"
But sorry to say I'm no Shia Labeouf
And even that ******* has demons too
Yeah he rich and famous but he could still catch a flu
Sorry but not Sorry because its true
I Just like the way I use to feel about you
But thats all in the Books
And there shouldn't have been a first
So there is no chance in hell for any second looks
Not even a Delorean can take us back now
Not even if Doc came back to 2016 for his TLC plates
And became an Uber somehow
But don't feel special
He just needs the money for Marty who ****** up his brain
After those daily trips to the 80's for the hookers and *******
Even though you can get better service and stronger stuff
For around half the price these days
Ironic
Time traveling to the past to escape the present pain  
But I understand
The kid just wanted to hold on to that nostalgic feel
Having *** to some Marvin Gaye
While taking a bump the horizontal way was probably what made it all real
So real it made Marty believe he could fly
7th floor dismount where McFly almost died  
Wow that was a dark type of Cheese
But **** it I said it
I said a lot things and did a lot of things that I regretted
But back to the topic
This isn't no gimmick
This is my true Image
My hair is really Black
My skin is really brown
I may change shades depending on the lighting if you move me around
But that's it
You try to change my whole being into something more profound
You swam my minds uncharted waters and expected not to drown
But Its all good under the hood
Like a k20 with only 20 miles on the dash
And a clean carfax showing an accident free past
I'll be lying if I said I was not going to miss your ignorant ***
But just that *** because I never did like your mental
And I can do with out your dentals
A smile so fake Colgate would ask for credientals
Thats probably why we could never really mix
Like I was water and you were oil
You wanted more and I wanted ...
Still don't know what I wanted or what Im gaining from all this
Imma just stop rhyming and tell you the truth
I might say Hi when I see you but don't get confused
I never thought I could hate so much
until you gave me the reasons to hate you
And yea I lied about the stop rhyming stuff
Just like you did all these years when it came to everything pretty much
You were a smooth talking assassin
A no pulse having quadruple agent
Similar to bond but without the Aston and the accent
But please believe me when I say that I wish on a comet
That nothing but good comes your way
Im being very Honest
And that I hope to be there when it doesn't
Because that would be nice too
To see you on the receiving end would be a refreshing point of view
James Floss Sep 2018
Let’s do it again!

Frank N. Furter
McFly in DeLorean
Futureman Futterman
Tomorrow’s Legends (thanks DC)
Of course, Mr. T— (thanks H. G.)

Travellers all
From now to not now
From then to when
Barreling back or fro
Future being past

Don’t regret regression
As shaping forward begins
Be present in the present
Bend time’s arrow;
It’s not really written yet

Do it: 24-7-365 wise
wyatt rabbit Jun 2014
who was I one year ago?
a sad little drugged up ***
no one taught me anything
I was so desperate, so eager to please
please don't go, stay with me
I'll do what you want, give you anything
everyone took advantage
of my biggest defect
I don't know how to say that word
I'm programmed to talk but not to be heard
I can't stand up
I don't fight back
but if I was Marty McFly
I'd take it all back
I'd save myself
from my biggest heartaches
the worst mistakes
I've ever made
I wouldn't be so troubled now
so negative and bent
maybe I'd be loved right now
if I hadn't hurt all of them
but **** it all
I'll just get high
fly to the moon
and drown in the sky.


*s.mndi
Donall Dempsey Sep 2019
BACK TO THE FUTURE...EH...NOW!

So today's the day
that Marty McFly

set the controls for
Back to the Future

so here I are
lost in time and

talking to that guy wot wrote that book that
now wot the dickens was his name

Charles...yes that's it
in his cups and going on 'n' on 'bout:

“Little Red Riding Hood was my first love.
I felt that if I could have married Little Red Riding Hood, I should have known perfect bliss.”

Gawd...going back in time to talk
to a favourite author

can be a bit of a bore

"...was my first love
hic...perfect bliss!"

"Charlie..." I tell him
"I can call you Charlie can't !"

"As Jerry Lee once said to me. . ."
I told him

“If the Lord made anything better than a woman
he kept it for himself.”

Marty drives by
asks if I want a lift

I leave Mr. Dickens
to his fairy tale romance

(affairs with fictional characters
never do work out)

I hop into that iconic red DeLorean DMC-12 automobile

back to my present

and the future that is
now.
J J Feb 2020
Daydreaming witty memories that sailed smooth
While real time Lord Quas the unseen plays, beaming
Me back in time, Marty McFly draining the east of oil
As his engine gave out; such a silly scene your ****** features in the neon paint,

A picture of chaos, toned dance (canvas for the shadows to ballet upon)

That morphs back, eyes hovering kissing nose goodbye
and whole expressions metamorphing to resemble a trillion milliseconds bygone--
Hauntings of you so long ago hook at
Your brow like spiderlegs thru sac--
So many days where I could happily live forever, so many days
Spent
by
Your side, buttertea on the slow days wasting time on dominoes.
I'm taking care of business, as they say; green is bussiness
The faces on the pennies we skipped into the wishing fountain on our first date
Probably wouldn't recognise us.

The world seemed much more coherent a few years ago and I'm running
Out of options but I'm standing my ground because its fight or starve.

But how we stick and strive because in your face I see a mystical mirror
That reflects me truer than any glass could.

I kiss your skin. I seal the deal and think to ask you to marry me

But it's too late
at
Night. My hair isnt neat enough and I'm not familiar with this part of town. And how very out of place I would look

Neath this ***** neon that turrets
This precious moment we waste contempt




in silence.
Big Virge Oct 2020
You See... MANY Have Tried … !!!
And MANY Have LIED … !!!
And MANY By My Pen …
Are … Lyrically FRIED... !!!!

Burned To... ASHES … !!!
Grabbed And SMASHED KID … !!!

Cos’ My Lyrical Hand Scripts …
Flows Like … RAPIDS …
Fluid And RAMPANT …
SMASHING Kids MAD QUICK … !!!!!

Causing Pure HAVOC... !!!
... TITANICALLY Tragic... !!!!!

Cos' These Kids Be Pulling Tricks …
That Keep Proving They’re FOOLISH... !!!

But Yet They Seem To THINK …
That They’re Claiming BIG WINS …
Deserving Reigns Like KINGS... ?!?

Well Big Virge Reins Them IN … !!!
Cos’ What They Try Is SINking … !!!
Because of Thought Waves Linking …
Themselves To YES POOR Thinking … !!!!!

They Try To CLAIM The Lyrics …
They Spit To Be The Business … !!!!!

Well IN TRUTH That’s What THEY ARE … !!!
UP … Business Peoples’ CLAAT … !!!

Because Wordplay They CHART …
IT’S CLEAR Is … OFF THE MARK … !!!

of Bringing What Is REAL …. !!!
That Comes Straight From The Heart …

NOT Something That They STEAL …
Like Lyrics of … PURE FARCE … !!!!!
That They Then Try To Pass …
As Some … AUTHENTIC ART... !!!!!!!!!!!

….. “ AUTHENTIC “ ….. !?!
Yeah ….. MY **** ….. !!!!!!

They TRY Playing They’re SMART …. !!!
When Truthfully THEY KNOW ….
That They Just AREN’T As SHARP …
As Lyrical Darts My Mental IMPARTS …
That Are Detrimental To Punks Acting DAFT … !!!

This Here Is MY CRAFT … !!!!!
RUGGED Like A Raft …
That Cruises Past SHARKS … !!!
And These Human... " DAWGS' “ … !!!

Who TRY Through Their BARK … !!!
To Prove They Are HARD … !!!!

When REALLY They’re CLEARLY … !!!
WEAK Like … Pussyclaat' … !!!!!!!!!!!!!

... “ Ja’ Faican’ “ … !!!!!!

Well... Dem’ Rass …
Do Try But Make FALSE Starts … !!!
  
They TRY But QUICKLY STALL …
Because They’re Cars...
Just Like Their TRICKS …
HIT THE PITS And FALL …

Due To Them Making Calls …
That Lead To Their DOWNFALL … !!!

But I’m Used To Them Now … !!!!!
These Cats Who Act... FOUL … ?!?

In FACT TRUTH Be Told … !!!
I’ve … Written It Down … !!!!!

Because Time Has SHOWN …

“ They TRY “... NO...
... ARE CLOWNS... !!!!!!!!!

Who … Constantly Send …
My Mind Through Poems …
Ways To YES … VENT …
And TURN Down The Stress … !!!
They Try To Bring Heads …

Because of THE PAIN … !!!
That Runs Through THEIR VEINS … !!!

They TRY But LACK Brains …
That Most Call... INSANE … !?!

Because What They TRY …
Just CAN’T BE DEFINED … ?!?

They’re WAY BEYOND Blind … !?!
And A BLIGHT On Mankind … !!!!!!!!

They TRY But CAN’T FIND … ?!?
These Here Types of Rhymes … !!!

Because of THE FRIGHT … !!!
of Searching Their Mind … !!!

They TRY But DON’T SHINE … !!!!!
Because Their Minds Vibe …
Is … DARKER Than Night … !!!

DARKER Than Mine … ?
Well Maybe That’s FINE … !?!

My Mind’s DARK Enough... !!!
To Write This GOOD Stuff … !!!

They TRY But Just … “ Bluff ” …
With NUFF' … HUFF And PUFF … !!!

They TRY Yes THEY TRY … !!!!!

But Like MARTY MCFLY...
Find Their Family Ties …

NEED TO BE RE-DESIGNED … !!!!!

They TRY ALL THE TIME … !!!
To PROVE They’re Inclined …
To Write For THE PEOPLE …
And Yet EMBRACE EVIL … ?!!!?

Now THAT THEY DON’T TRY …
THEY... FULFIL That Line … !!!

What I Try … Is FINE …
While What They Try LIES … !!!

I’ll REPEAT THAT YES LIES … !!!
So CLEARLY … DEFIES...
The Concept of RIGHT … !!!
And Therefore … THE TRUTH … !!!!!

So Those EARLIER Lines …
Have … Water-Tight PROOF … !!!

The Things That They TRY  …
That They MANAGE TO DO … !!!

Gives PROOF That Their Lives …
Smell WORSE THAN … Poo Poo... !!!!!

They TRY To Be … “ COOL “ …
With Lyrics They Use … !!!
While Mine Just Confuse … ?!?
Because They EXUDE …..
The DEEPEST of Dudes …
With The DARKEST of Moods …
That Somehow Stays TRUE ….

To... PEACE As The Tool …
To... EDUCATE Yutes …
That IT’S COOL NOT TO Shoot... !!!

... IGNORAMUSES Too … !!!!!!!

Who TRY To Pull Moves …
That DON’T HAVE Cool Grooves... !!!

I Guess This Is  WHY … ?
We Have CALMER Sides …
And …. POWER OF MIND …. !!!!!

So That We Can FLY HIGH … !!!!!
ABOVE... NONSENSE …

... “ They TRY “...
LISTEN HERE :  https://soundcloud.com/user-16569179/they-try/s-AXS6H
IZ J Dec 2019
My whole life I explored through words,
The ones I’d seen written or the ones I’d had heard.
I thought there was nothing more to it than this,
Books left a mark on my soul like a sweet kiss

Then I met dead poets and sweaty toothed men
I met Forrest Gump and his old pal Jen
I was taught about humor by Mrs.Doubtfire
I forgot all about the life that I had lived prior,

Prior to fighting on spaceships and living in trees,
Prior to constantly debating between Marvel and DC
Prior to letting disney make me smile and fight back my tears
Prior to horror movies introducing me to new fears

I met a life where one picture show
Could take me to a place I’d never get to go
This life was a life only made for me
A life outside of my reality

I sang along to all the musicals and got up and danced
I covered my eyes in the shining and barely even glaced
I sobbed and I sobbed when jack dawson died
I imagined what it would be like to have Mcfly by my side

I wished and I hoped watching Monsters Inc.
And in finding nemo I never let myself think
I found that sci-fi and fantasy held whole different meanings
The the ones they had held in the books I was reading

Chapter by chapter or scene by scene, I finally discovered what adventure means
I hung posters on my walls and bought all the clothes,
From movies symbolizing my life’s highs and life’s lows.
I was a true fan but I didn’t hold a favorite
They were all close to my heart and I just needed to savor it

Savor this life outside of my own
One that I’m lucky was ever made known
Made known to me a true movie fan,
Someone who will cherish them as long as they can.
Qualyxian Quest Dec 2022
Some disappointment in Pope Francis
Reactionary on the women
The old Catholic Church
Authoritarian, all male, decrepit, sick

So I watch Batman Begins
Listen to John Denver
Listen to Elle King
Reread Moby ****

My father attended a Jesuit college
My mother, however, did not
Martin Scorsese to Ryan
I Walk the Line to Scott

The United States needs Canada
God bless Marty Mcfly!
Y Mexico tambien
To teach us how to die

        Santa Rosa sky

            Ay! Ay! Ay!
Qualyxian Quest Mar 2023
So I read that Steve Jobs
Traveled Japan
Seeking enlightenment
Before he invented the cell phone

Certainly changed my life
No computer now
Write 'em on the run
Rome alone

Rieko gave us enough money
To travel for two weeks
Cate dressed up like a Princess
Me like a Samurai

Deer Park in Nara
Kamakura Buddha
Kyoto train station
Even at 53, still shy

      Marty McFly
Democracy means demagogues
But there ain't no philosopher kings
Broken statues in the temples
Broken wedding rings

I Thai wai
Bob Dylan sings
Maybe Marty Mcfly
The pain that living brings

                     Distance.

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