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Get The Patient Home
Contributed by
puppy_dog_eyes
on
Thursday, 25th August 2005 @ 05:19:53 PM in AEST
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Morning had broken, but what about my will
White sky greeted me like the sport socks in my open bag
Pasta, said to be my saviour,eaten dutifully the night before
Tormented my body, sat like a bowling ball heavy and immovable
The fuel they recommended sealed in a lead lined frame
26 miles, who had tuned my mind to this frequency of madness ?
Euphoric rush soon crumbled into realism of cold April morning
Streets pounded,hours tallied, now focused on a single day
Penned in like cattle nervously waiting for the start
Standing by the man in the chicken suit trying to tie his shoes
Proud to line up against the great, the professionals there to win
Who the cameras would track so carefully, every single step
We might appear on the TV screen, optimistically we waved
Those who knew the drill like demented monkeys cheered
Shuffling past the film crew, signs saying "Hello Mum"
Another marker reached and passed as the minutes stacked against us
Crowds swelled the streets, the blisters swelled our aching feet
And our reward for this vicious toil not gold or precious gems
One inscripted metal disk, tied to a ribbon worn about our neck
Reminder of an agony,ironically still an ecstacy
Carnival bands played stirring beat to the carnage in the ranks
Gazelles turned into elephants, lumbering almost to a stand
Thinking these are not my legs, how did they turn to wood ?
Unforgiving road finally relented as we crossed the finish line
In my foil protective blanket like a turkey ready cooked
A rumbling train was the journey home, rattling carriages for aching bones
Send for the crash team, I think I'll try to stand !
On the platform she was waiting as I held my medal high
Gleaming smiles from both of us, her crippled hero hobbled on
Lead me to the car I said, please get the patient home
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Re: Get The Patient Home
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by brew on
Thursday, 25th August 2005 @ 05:56:53 PM AEST
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WEll I use to run, before the breakage of my ankle....Running is a dire of calmness for me, as the sea, When you run: you do not mental think....thoughts of hitting the payment and hearing the steps........Nice write.! Enjoyed this.
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Re: Get The Patient Home
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by lostrelic on
Friday, 26th August 2005 @ 01:49:26 AM AEST
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| as someone who travels the world on a backpack i cant understand the joy of running but i did enjoy your poem great write |
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Re: Get The Patient Home
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by emystar on
Monday, 5th December 2005 @ 02:21:17 PM AEST
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I can only imagene.
great write-n-experience.
huggs,
emy |
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Re: Get The Patient Home
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by needledancing on
Tuesday, 15th May 2007 @ 09:10:38 PM AEST
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In my foil protective blanket like a turkey ready cooked. Excellent line to crack one up!
This is also an excellent piece.
I'm seeing a very talented writer as I read more of your works.
Lucky me to get to read such work. |
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