A. Gee Where words collide

Poems

The Oddity

It’s perfectly good!”, I complain
“No matter, you’re out of this plane”
The pilot said, making it plain
I jumped to avoid being slain

The mountains were covered in snow
It softened the landing, I know
The avalanche dragged me in tow
No worries, I went with the flow

I should have packed some of that ice
It sure would have been cool and nice
The desert had cacti and mice
and sadly, those had to suffice

The flash flood took me by surprise
But that didn’t gather the prize
A gang of rough riders, some wise
Did try to achieve my demise

Escaping, I pondered the day
what lessons I learned, come what may
I was none the worse for the fray
but is there an easier way?

I love life, and next time, I swear
I’ll take some more time to prepare
Though later I did learn, alas
The plane never ran out of gas

Author notes: image from Red Bull https://allpoetry.com/contest/2783631-Glad-This-Day-is-Over Write an adventure poem about having to jump out of an airplane, almost freezing to death, being in an avalanche, needing water in the heat of the desert being washed away in a flood and being attacked by a motorcycle gang.  All in the same day. Going to be a rough day. 12 lines minimum 28 lines maximum Rhyme or Free Style At least one stanza break and have the phrase 'love life' in the poem.

The Artiste

my cat doesn't like the ballet
but loves watching Cirque du Soleil
and with my permission
he wants to audition
so now climbs this rope every day

I said: sure why not, but don’t sway
When football is on, stay away
For I’m no magician
And you’re full nutrition
Might otherwise come into play

But kitty continued astray
My arguments didn’t outweigh
I asked a physician
He’s quite a tactician
and told me that cats have their way

Author notes: wc 77 (adjusted up) https://allpoetry.com/contest/2784611-Fantasy-1027

In Storage

There by the roadside the old building stands.
Wholly indifferent to my drive by plans.
Disheveled, rusty stucco on its sides;
the sign reads “Devil’s Rope” in fading sans.

I slam the brake some fifty yards too far.
A bit too hard, the roadway smells of tar,
and hit reverse, to see what it provides.
The man outside is smoking a cigar.

He tips his hat, says “Evening” – it’s midday.
“Howdy”, I answer, offering to pay.
He takes the card and checks my bona fides.
It takes a minute, there is some delay.

And then he chuckles: “ha, I love the name.
That zip code too, marks this road pretty tame
Get what you need, from guns and scopes to guides.
Lord Beelzebub”, he muttered, in acclaim.

I walk right in, behind the velvet rope.
The shelves are loaded, pick your gun and scope,
and to the side, some cubicle divides,
with name tag labels, nicknames all, for dope.

A clerk gives me a greeting, a cliché.
Can’t blame her though, what else is left to say?
I ask “can you please find me my old rope?
I think I left it here, some previous stay”

“Dh dh devil’s rope?” she manages at last.
She’s tired but apparently learns fast,
and runs to get the manager, big strides.
Soon, he shows up, bit pale, his face aghast.

“Sir, do you claim to be the devil, sir?”
Articulate he’s not, I’ve caused a stir.
“Is my card not enough”, I ask, “besides,
did you expect some frankincense and myrrh?”

“Perhaps a touch of horns?”, he asks, polite.
And I comply, for I’m no fan of spite.
He faints, but soon he tells me it resides
In some five cornered building with no light.

He tells me: "in a building with five sides,
the rope you’re seeking comfortably hides."
So now I’m cruising back on 66
DC, you know, is on the River Styx

Author notes: fun piece to write, thanks for the prompt! so many possibilities to end it... also switching to aabb pattern, ending it with ...have their hides" for now settled on this https://allpoetry.com/contest/2784656-A-Dusty-Old-Museum