Remember when I threatened, err, I mean, mentioned that I might post some of my 1980s flashback poetry? Well….. I’m starting out with this gem about a mechanic. How about those old cars, anyway? My first one was a Pontiac Trans-Am, sleek, gold with a giant bird on the hood. My second car was an elegant blue Buick Regal with crushed velvet blue seats. There may have been some things wrong with the 1980s, but it wouldn’t be the cars and music!
Also, I have to mention that many of my readers have become truly fond of Aunt Agnes, one of my main characters. I don’t know how to tell you guys, but Aunt Agnes is totally fictional. She is a combination of many hometown women whom I have known, including some that I might also be related to. Don’t feel bad, sometimes I forget she is fiction also. Another…
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Illustration by Poet Rummager
My masts are engulfed in
flames that do not burn.
Scavenging pirates scatter,
empty-handed, with no booty they yearn.
St. Elmo, be with me,
a refugee from a hostile land –
a sailor of the sea.
Let the shadows cast their darkest deeds.
This torch blazing within is the weapon I need.
Guide me through waters unstable and stormy.
Find harbor for all in welcoming lands of sanctuary.
*St. Elmo is the patron saint of sailors.
**St. Elmo’s fire is a weather phenomenon of blue or purple plasma that has the appearance of fire. It’s considered to be a good omen.
This poem was inspired by a conversation I had with FlyTrapMan.
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The past is a fog on our minds.
A complete dream.
We can’t neither guess the future, neither change the past.
Geçmiş, zihinlerimizi kaplayan bir sis bulutu.
Başlı başına bir hayal.
Ne geleceğimizi bilebilir, ne geçmişimizi değiştirebiliriz.
Hard times always reveals true colors of people. Like everyone, I learnt this harsh truth of life the hard way.
There are 3 types of people I will never forget all my life. First, the ones who were there for me during difficult times, secondly the ones who put me in difficult times and finally and most importantly, the ones who ditched me during difficult times.
It is rightly said that ‘Even your shadow won’t stick with you in the moment of darkness’.
Many like me, who have lived a considerable years of life, will probably not be surprised when this happens over and over again as this very undesirable trait of humans seems to have become part of everyone’s DNA.
I have read a lot of articles shared by people on blogs and various forums about how they were let down by people close to them when it mattered…
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