Dream + 1st Person POV’s Reality + Dream + 2nd Person POV’s Reality= Poem. (Day 20 and 21).

Dream + 1st Person POV’s Reality + Dream + 2nd Person POV’s Reality= Poem.

Subtitled: The Sports Game I play With My Invisible Child.

 

Thick jacket on a warm day,

It is comfortable he would say,

Little boy playing mini

baseball.

 

Dusk

Still swinging away,

clap-

snap-

crackle –

pop-.

 

Hitting home runs in the dark,

between flashes of hazard strobes

from sidelined machines.

 

The light is eerie if you notice.

Fowl balls on red,

home runs on dark.

snap, krakle, pop.

The bats smack

reminds him

of a clap.

in an open auditorium.

endless variations,

on a slow mocking

celebration

of congratulations.

Endlessley sitting

on a field’s

corner.

Clap-

Clap-

Clap,

 

As title indicates written from mixed experiences and dreams by Sam Sutlive.

Hazard lights from PM of April 20, 2018 dream and 2nd POV from AM April 21, 2018.

Written by Sam Sutlive on April 21, 2018 in Oconee between 6:20am and 6:48am.

Posted on April 21, 2018 at 6:50am.

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No Insurance, No Matter, I’ve Got A Puppy. (Day 12)

I roll into the car in front of me

It’s the elementary school.

Happiness is having a puppy.

 

 

Written by Sam Sutlive on April 12, 2018 at 8:15am in Oconee for April 12, 2018 Poetry Day inspired by a friend’s real life.

 

A Knocking Soul Trying To Say Hello To A Beautiful Mind. Subtitled: Inspired By A Poet WHO HAS NEVER REPLIED TO MY RESPONSES TO THEIR POEM. (Day 8 and Day 9).

You were so beautiful in mind,

Taunting my soul to enter,

Thorns reaching out of skin,

permission denied.

 

I walked away.

your Thorns never a cliche’,

so real I almost stayed

 

My soul and mind gave reason and reason

follow ups and more

still no reply.

Never to forget.(Almost want to take this line out. What do y’all think).

This old soul still denied.

 

Written BY SAM SUTLIVE COPYRIGHT SAM SUTLIVE on April 8, 2018 for April 8 and 9 day of April’s Poetry Month. Written at 11:56Pm on April 8, 2018. Posted April 9, 2018 at 12:50am.

Elephants That Hum As The World Falls Apart.(Day 8)

Box Band

Tossed Aside 

With The Mushy Celebrities.

Throwing Potatoes

In Protests

Near Cages Chocked Full Of Eating Elephants.

 

Written originally by Rene’ Shoemaker and Harvey Sutlive as a list for something else several weeks ago.

Rewritten by Sam Sutlive as a poem on the morning of April 8, 2018 for April’s Poetry Month day 8 at 9:45am and posted at 10:00amish on April 8, 2018.

 

We Our Complete. It Is Monday Now. (Day 7)

Say We are together Enough

Gathered Enough

that We Will Marry her Tuesday.

It is Monday Now.

 

 

 

Written originally by Rene’ Shoemaker and Harvey Sutlive as a list for something else several weeks ago.

Rewritten by Sam Sutlive as a poem on the morning of April 8, 2018 for April’s Poetry Month day 6 at 9:45am and posted at 9:54amish on April 8, 2018.

The Phone Call That Never Ends, As One Police Officer in a grocery store sub line said, “You Can Never Get Away.” (Day 6)

He’s my neighbor.

He’s great in every way.

We wave passing by to our own destinations.

If there is time we chitchat.

“How’s the weather? You get any good mail?”

Same old Same old,

It is nothing against him,

Or maybe its me.

We don’t have the same interest in life or politics or other wise.

I know he is a nice  guy.

I just want to sit down and meet him, see who he is, and what’s he done.

How did he become a police officer?

Why did he move out to our(my in this case) neck of the woods.

and so on, a real conversation.

That old phone rings again though.

If he’s not on a call, he has one to make.

It really isn’t his fault,

pressure from work

some guy or gal acting up.

Just  today, I was talking to the mailman and he came up to get his mail,

having to wait a while sense the mailman was driving and he was driving and I was walking.

I waited for him to pull up and said hey how are you today. I just wanted to say hi.

He responded with a distracted but well meaning ” Fine, no time y’all held me up enough already.”

Maybe next time I can call,

Maybe next time I can call and say I am swinging by.

Work pressures are a stress.

Any suggestions for a last line?

 

 

 

Written by Sam Sutlive on April 7, 2018 for April 6 2018’s day of/for Poetry month.

Hand written around 2:30pm and typed 4:30pm posted 4:50pm on April 7, 2018.

Animals.(Day 5)

What must the squirrel think as she runs.

A being known to have sticks that send wallops nearby

and loud hallowing by prey the beings hold dear.

 

A little moment seen as I was walking home from the mailbox. Written by Sam Sutlive on April 7, 2018 at 4:20pm and posted 4:22pm. For April  5, 2017’s poetry day for Poetry Month.