Long Poems About Risk
#risk
Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 8:35am
17th Oct 2024 8:35am
Secrets - Robert And Gordon
Later, I check on Robert. He's sleeping in his room. 'Night, buddy,' I whisper, adjusting the brown teddy bear so it won't fall.
It is quiet, far too quiet for me. The static stillness of the country gives the impression of time slowing down, stopping altogether. I find a beer in the fridge, sit on the sofa bed and drink. So much for good intentions. Fitness, diet. I don't want to go to sleep. Sleep frightens me, has done ever since Vince Macarthur brought his crowbar down on my head, screaming his innocence again and again. My recovery from the attack took several years....
It is quiet, far too quiet for me. The static stillness of the country gives the impression of time slowing down, stopping altogether. I find a beer in the fridge, sit on the sofa bed and drink. So much for good intentions. Fitness, diet. I don't want to go to sleep. Sleep frightens me, has done ever since Vince Macarthur brought his crowbar down on my head, screaming his innocence again and again. My recovery from the attack took several years....
#childhood
#family
#memories
#mystery
#risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
15th Oct 2024 5:48pm
15th Oct 2024 5:48pm
Secrets - The Disclosure
I have chips and gravy for tea, along with a couple of chunks of homemade bread to dip in the gravy. Doorsteps, we called them when we were kids. Mel shakes her head and says I need to eat more sensibly.
Afterwards, we retreat to my flat for a few minutes and talk with the door open, keeping an eye on Robert who's in the other flat on Mel's computer. A delicate matter, she said earlier, one she would prefer Robert not to overhear.
'There's something I think you ought to know,' she says. 'Gordon Day's living in Burrington and is in charge of the gym there.' ...
Afterwards, we retreat to my flat for a few minutes and talk with the door open, keeping an eye on Robert who's in the other flat on Mel's computer. A delicate matter, she said earlier, one she would prefer Robert not to overhear.
'There's something I think you ought to know,' she says. 'Gordon Day's living in Burrington and is in charge of the gym there.' ...
#friendship
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 9:18am
12th Oct 2024 9:18am
Secrets - Back to Lancashire (3)
After a cup of tea in Mel's flat, I return for the rest of the luggage, grab the remaining bags from the boot of my car and use the electronic keypad to get back in The Factory. Once inside, I drag my belongings to the lift at the side of the building and ride up to the top storey, watching each floor disappear through the door panel. Mel's flat faces mine across the drop. I don't like heights, though. Never have done. The surrounding valley looks tiny from the drop.
Mel's laughter floats across the top floor of the building. She has a one bedroom apartment with a tiny kitchenette...
Mel's laughter floats across the top floor of the building. She has a one bedroom apartment with a tiny kitchenette...
#breakup
#family
#memories
#mystery
#risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 11:27am
9th Oct 2024 11:27am
Secrets - Back to Lancashire (2)
Hills, and more hills, conjuring up thoughts of the old tongue twister about the ragged rascal running round and round the rugged hill. I get lost on the way. After stopping to look at the map, I retrace the route over a bridge and past a tiny village church, the colour of hay.
'Nearly there,' I say to Robert, listening to an iPod in the back.
My son doesn't reply, just stares out of the window. He's eight.
I wish you could meet Robert. I'm sure he'd warm to you. He does to certain people, but he has never bonded with me. I won’t use the word autism, but...
'Nearly there,' I say to Robert, listening to an iPod in the back.
My son doesn't reply, just stares out of the window. He's eight.
I wish you could meet Robert. I'm sure he'd warm to you. He does to certain people, but he has never bonded with me. I won’t use the word autism, but...
#childhood
#mystery
#risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 9:27am
6th Oct 2024 9:27am
Secrets - Confrontation (2)
A fresh downpour has started. I make my way down the hill, stopping when I hear footsteps. Nothing. I continue on through the icy wind to the clearing where I've parked my car. The dog's barking gets louder in the distance. Nearby, more branches snap. Silence again. The white van is still parked a few yards from my car.
I feel it then. An invisible presence, the same one I felt a few nights ago near my flat in London. I hear movement in the trees that separate the clearing from the deserted field and I shine the torch in all directions.
A figure slithers through the...
I feel it then. An invisible presence, the same one I felt a few nights ago near my flat in London. I hear movement in the trees that separate the clearing from the deserted field and I shine the torch in all directions.
A figure slithers through the...
#memories
#mystery
#risk
123 reads
9 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 9:06am
4th Oct 2024 9:06am
Secrets - Confrontation (1)
The sky's darkening, urging me to turn back.
The contact's not answering his phone.
He and I have an agreement: I must stay out of sight and not approach his home.
But I've driven all this way.
Now what?
Go home, I hear you whisper.
***
Good idea.
I resume my journey.
Long shot, but I'm prepared to take a chance.
It started in one place. And I believe it will end in that same place.
Whaley Hill, in particular the reservoir at the top.
...
The contact's not answering his phone.
He and I have an agreement: I must stay out of sight and not approach his home.
But I've driven all this way.
Now what?
Go home, I hear you whisper.
***
Good idea.
I resume my journey.
Long shot, but I'm prepared to take a chance.
It started in one place. And I believe it will end in that same place.
Whaley Hill, in particular the reservoir at the top.
...
#memories
#mystery
#risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
24th Aug 2024 5:16pm
24th Aug 2024 5:16pm
Silent - Warehouse On Fire
The Present, Lucy
She walks, or rather hobbles, across a path as fast as she can – difficult after a day or so lying in a dark room. She has to keep stopping and starting, ready to pass out from exhaustion. Eventually, she comes to a car parked behind a high, abandoned wall and waits outside, trembling. Her hands are tied, so she can't get into the vehicle. What's happening? Does Katie know this man? Was Katie involved in the fire too? Terence?
Katie Whittaker returns. 'Jace phoned me in a panic and Pete and Scott told me everything. Come on, Lucy, I'm taking you...
She walks, or rather hobbles, across a path as fast as she can – difficult after a day or so lying in a dark room. She has to keep stopping and starting, ready to pass out from exhaustion. Eventually, she comes to a car parked behind a high, abandoned wall and waits outside, trembling. Her hands are tied, so she can't get into the vehicle. What's happening? Does Katie know this man? Was Katie involved in the fire too? Terence?
Katie Whittaker returns. 'Jace phoned me in a panic and Pete and Scott told me everything. Come on, Lucy, I'm taking you...
#mystery
#risk
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4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
9th Aug 2024 5:50pm
9th Aug 2024 5:50pm
Silent - A Deranged Man
The Present, Lucy
'Hurry up,' the man in the baseball cap says, dragging her by the arm, up a semi flight of concrete stairs, into a long corridor. He yanks her along when her strength gives way, his breathing rapid and heavy. 'I have a knife and I will use it on you if necessary. I will kill you. Stop messing about.'
She hadn't seen the knife. But the weapon changes everything. Everyone knows that when a stranger makes a threat, they intend to carry out the threat.
'A few moments ago, I received a phone call from a woman informing me that she knows of...
'Hurry up,' the man in the baseball cap says, dragging her by the arm, up a semi flight of concrete stairs, into a long corridor. He yanks her along when her strength gives way, his breathing rapid and heavy. 'I have a knife and I will use it on you if necessary. I will kill you. Stop messing about.'
She hadn't seen the knife. But the weapon changes everything. Everyone knows that when a stranger makes a threat, they intend to carry out the threat.
'A few moments ago, I received a phone call from a woman informing me that she knows of...
#mystery
#risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
13th Jul 2024 5:36pm
13th Jul 2024 5:36pm
Silent - A Tragedy
Two Years Ago, Gavin
After that? Pretty blurred, really. Tragic, like a dying swan. All that beauty gone. Jace invited me back to his for a drink and a grill up, but I made a decision: get a train and return home early, enough of Philippa. Dawn went to fetch Paul, and Paul drove Dawn, Jace and me back to Lyme House to collect my stuff. Then on to the train station.
We didn't say much on the way to the station. Such an intensity of emotion, Jace and Dawn seemed upset by my departure, even though we hardly knew each other.
At the station, Dawn hugged me,...
After that? Pretty blurred, really. Tragic, like a dying swan. All that beauty gone. Jace invited me back to his for a drink and a grill up, but I made a decision: get a train and return home early, enough of Philippa. Dawn went to fetch Paul, and Paul drove Dawn, Jace and me back to Lyme House to collect my stuff. Then on to the train station.
We didn't say much on the way to the station. Such an intensity of emotion, Jace and Dawn seemed upset by my departure, even though we hardly knew each other.
At the station, Dawn hugged me,...
#mystery
#risk
#tragedy
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Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 7:57pm
7th Jul 2024 7:57pm
Somewhere, SomeTime
I always find my alter ego, whenever i roam the rocky hills, or skipping right out from home, into
the pine forest on the village fringe, where the pure breeze inspires the pastoral themes..
where life in its prime tells the truth, the wisdom and the sincere feeling.There ! is my Home !
i sat on the hilltop watching the tiny village stretching below,"my bled" lost in a foggy silent indolence,
where carelessness and dark interests breed inside empty coffee shops, and shady nooks; and dark corners....
where kids in their blooming age reap what the bad...
the pine forest on the village fringe, where the pure breeze inspires the pastoral themes..
where life in its prime tells the truth, the wisdom and the sincere feeling.There ! is my Home !
i sat on the hilltop watching the tiny village stretching below,"my bled" lost in a foggy silent indolence,
where carelessness and dark interests breed inside empty coffee shops, and shady nooks; and dark corners....
where kids in their blooming age reap what the bad...
#consumerism
#identity
#politics
#responsibility
#risk
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3 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 6:24pm
7th Jul 2024 6:24pm
Silent - The Concert
Two Years Ago, Gavin
Friday, day of the concert. Jace seemed jittery. Lucy still wasn't answering her phone, he told me. By now, she would be back in Yorkshire. At quarter to one, he took his seat in the audience and I went to sit in the Green Room behind the stage before my turn.
A couple of people performed before me. I was due on last. In the background, I heard applause, followed by mentor Dawn voice whispering my name, telling me to go on, wishing me the best. I opened the door and stepped out. Walked over to the grand piano and took a bow. Warmed up with a...
Friday, day of the concert. Jace seemed jittery. Lucy still wasn't answering her phone, he told me. By now, she would be back in Yorkshire. At quarter to one, he took his seat in the audience and I went to sit in the Green Room behind the stage before my turn.
A couple of people performed before me. I was due on last. In the background, I heard applause, followed by mentor Dawn voice whispering my name, telling me to go on, wishing me the best. I opened the door and stepped out. Walked over to the grand piano and took a bow. Warmed up with a...
#music
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
26th Jun 2024 8:02pm
26th Jun 2024 8:02pm
Silent - Concerns
Two Years Ago, Gavin
Arthur Harlesden drove over about half an hour later to meet us in the Remembrance Garden at the rear of the House.
'Ah, yes,' he said, smiling away at the entrance to the wooden shelter where Lucy had first rested her head on my shoulder the other evening. 'I'm afraid, there was a little bit of trouble earlier, but it's all been sorted now and Lucy is quite safe. A member of the public contacted the police in a somewhat distressed manner this afternoon, describing a female who matched Lucy's description. When the police came, they found Lucy...
Arthur Harlesden drove over about half an hour later to meet us in the Remembrance Garden at the rear of the House.
'Ah, yes,' he said, smiling away at the entrance to the wooden shelter where Lucy had first rested her head on my shoulder the other evening. 'I'm afraid, there was a little bit of trouble earlier, but it's all been sorted now and Lucy is quite safe. A member of the public contacted the police in a somewhat distressed manner this afternoon, describing a female who matched Lucy's description. When the police came, they found Lucy...
#friendship
#mystery
#risk
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