The jittery Gaurdian Angel

A guardian angel not cut out for the Marine corps

  My guardian angel's a jittery servent

    with a fractured attention span

His protection lasts a quick two seconds

      then I need a backup plan

 

I can't say that I blame him much

Iraq wore his heavenly nature out

All the IED'S snipers and fire fights

  That's not what he was about

 

 one day I asked him Dog are you OK

as he was quivering underneath a sink

He looked at me with terrified eyes

and said m**********r I need a drink

 

 He wrapped up in his wings so tight

      and curled into a little ball

He tucked his head into his shoulders

    and slowly he started to crawl

 

   He found himself a quite little spot

       underneath some metal bunks

Then a Marine looked over at me and said

         Yo dog your angel's a punk

 

  There he stayed under the bunks

     Just quivering and crying

  No way was he cut out for this

   No sense in him even trying

 

But he had to go everywhere with me

    and maintain so kind of control

    So that meant for months on end

       He went with me on patrol

 

     Most of the time he was OK

   He was a decent heavenly aide

   Until we got caught in ambushes'

       or went out on house raids

 

   Then he'd embarass both of us

     By dropping to the ground

      curling up into a little ball

   and suddenly he wasn't around

 

 So when patrol was over and done

 and we'd be getting into the truck

 There he'd be cowering in a corner

      and I'd say Yo dog what's up

 

   With one eye fearfully peering

    over a delicate gossamer wing

       He would nevously ask me

      Ricochet did we do anything

 

     I'd say no bro not this time

     It was a quite patrol today

     Maybe you should ask God

     to send you on your way

 

You know dog you aint cut for this

The filth the fear the uncertainty

Maybe you could get God to send you

    Somewhere nice and cushy

 

Protecting an Emo chick back home

A litter of puppies f**k I don't know

A room full of old ladies playing Bingo

But out here bro you're a f*****g no show

 

       So my angel started crying

       about how he let me down

     and now he's all pouty and hurt

    cause I don't want his a*s around

 

   I said bro at home you were really quick

   but out here man you can't hesitate

  If you don't pull your s**t together quick

   I'm gonna go home in a flag draped crate

 

    So he tried to look all tough and s**t

     But no sooner had he hit his feet

    An A-10 wart hog flew over head

   and sent him diving into the street

 

   He crawled up underneath the truck

    broke his halo on the drive shaft

 Got grease all over his robe and wings

 and I thought about trying witchcraft

 

I got him calmed down and cleaned up

     once we were back at base

He looked so pathetic and defeated

     with that hurt look on his face

 

He said Ricochet I'm no good at this

My last assingment was princess Di

   I got demoted for the accident

and you're stuck with me that's why

 

So I said you know what's up dog

   Were both in a world of s**t

You're being punished at my expense

  and we both have to deal with it

 

So now here we are back in the world

    My gaurdian angel and myself

All he does is drink Whiskey all day

 That he has hidden behind a shelf

 

   So now my angel's an alcoholic

    Passed out drunk in an alley

God sent him where he didn't belong

   And demoted him to Zombie

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[A love for poetry]

Well written with great visuals and very entertaining. Ancient books have said (Eastern philosophy) that there are heavenly being 3 feet above ones head. They don't manifest in this realm but exist simultaneously with it. Hence this poem portrays an angel as being the lesser than mans (humans) ordeals. Which doesn't work out.

I like it because perhaps the angel in this case; is the knowing side of the human beings that you have written about; e.g. a person that is good but is made to do bad (soldier). So perhaps the angel is the good nature of a person that is diminishing until --And demoted him to Zombie (last line of the poem)

Just wanted to give this a good review but also think alternatively of it.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thanks for the review buddy. I need to rework this piece. THe metering's dicey

[Sirius King]

lol well written...great story

[Baby Ricochet]

Thanx man

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

I love how you have told the story that only you could tell! The clever way you describe your "angel" is completely unexpected and vivid. I felt I could see him there, and you having to be the angel's guardian. Another Ricochet original! Perhaps, you are earning your wings ;)

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Shimmerbliss. One of theae days I'm going to re-work this piece. The metering's kind of screwy.

[Clayton Bardwell]

Sounds like he's taking that alcoholic hit for you!

I'm no poet but I'm glad to see you going for the quatrain. The edgy expletives seem to work well with your style. Maybe they are your style:)

[Baby Ricochet]

I've been chatting a bit with Tate Morgan about the Paget meter. Still working on it. Thanx for reading

[Tate Morgan]

I need a drink and a smoke lol

[Baby Ricochet]

HA! Thank you so much for reading my work Tate.

[Tate Morgan]

you are welcome

[Corset]

lmao, that was an extremely entertaining write, I am happy to say my guardian angel holds it together pretty well :P

[Baby Ricochet]

That is good news. Thank you for reading corset.

[sierrasparks91]

very well done its sad but it has alot of emotions good work.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you so much for reading.

[Mic]

Love the irony. You know you've been dealt a crappy hand when you have to look out for your guardian angel. Some funny stuff here.

You've quite an imagination, and you used it well here. Moved along very well. You'll get smoother with practice, but don't lose that coarse edge. It's your mark and makes it uniquely yours.

Very well done! I enjoyed it.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you so much. Working on the Paget meter with the help of Tate Morgan

[afra]

i always love ur poems ....they always have a story in it ...i always enjoy it ..good job

[Baby Ricochet]

Thanx for reading Afra

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Great job. The flow went very well.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thanx for reading cord.