Best Drill In Poems
Hiding Under My 3rd Grade Desk
David J Walker
Mrs. Pollards smile
Was enough to reassure every member
Of her third-grade class
That their world was secure
As the crass voice in the
Crackling PA speaker announced
An End of the World Drill in the
Middle of the day
Usually, a call to quietly line up
And make an orderly march to
The hallway where we would
Stay crouched in a fetal position
Until the voice returned to sound
The all-clear
But this time was different
This time it was
Duck & Cover under your desk
Was the end really that near?
Were the bombs about to fall
On Thatcher Elementary in
Pueblo, Colorado?
Did the commies hate us so much
They would rain down missiles
On our playground?
Not today!
Not when It was my turn
To pick sides for Kickball
A girl named Diane with blonde curls
Beside me talk about a sack lunch
And tetherball
And a game of Jax if the
Hopscotch courts were full
Would the bombs blast the whole
Building away
Leaving us huddled under our desks
Before recess?
Would we walk home among craters
Created by Commie planes coming
Over the artic just to find us while
Reciting the rhythm
Of the Times table
The Social Studies lesson was
About the Pilgrims and how we
Should be thankful for freedom
In science we were learning
About the moon and how soon
Someday we would get there
If they drop the bomb could we
Still watch cartoons at 4 in the afternoon
Would there be anything left of the
Playground at Mineral Palace Park
And what about the swans that
Make their home on the park lake
How long are we supposed to
Stay under these desks I whispered
To Mark
I don’t know he said
As Mrs. Pollard shushed us
As we hid and waited for
The all-clear
At the space between stars
I saw you, glowing fingers
a dark drill in and out; I saw
you— like dust that follows
from planets' clouds.
I saw you— within a strewn coma;
eyes still clear from the
comet— that did not move the petals
framing your glance.
There I saw you— orbit slowing,
star-crossed; but tune
still in unknown radio waves.
You must happen—
to crack the cocoon, for
it melts the butterfly within.
We all went to Swansea
To see the University
We had a nice lunch by the sea
In a place called Langland Brasserie
And later that same afternoon
We got back to our hotel room
I settled down for a nice kip
While the girls enjoyed a poolside dip
I was having such a lovely sleep
Till sirens ripped me from the deep
Those intermittent bells so shrill
Another bloody fire drill
With bleary eyes and fuzzy brain
Got to my feet and took the strain
And feeling every aching joint
I headed to the meeting point
Not being such a sprightly fella
I filled up with a pint of Stella
For a trigger happy fire alarm
Can sap your strength and do you harm.
I took the lift back to our floor
Got to our room and locked the door,
And saw, through all these fun and games
That Notre Dame was up in flames
Poisoned rivers,
Fishless streams,
Is this the fruition of all our dreams?
They drill in our oceans,
Just for our locomotion,
To enable the money-grabbers,
To gratify their own needs.
They cut down our forests,
Saying it’s just to please,
Leaving our children without any leaves.
Is it possible that ever since our birth?
They’ve been wiping the smile,
From the face of the earth?
I had a life
every door I opened
I found something great
a rubber-ball ,box of crayons
a fire truck,
and a dollhouse, I had to duck
I guess that's my luck
I found a skating board, a hotplate
a few now & laters I hadn't ate
it's not gold
that shines
it doesn't have much value
but every door is always great ,when I'm getting what I like
when I'm not
it's always great
I decided to share this with a friend
my friend, to the end
this is what I have
a goal
an unfinished plan
a Barbie with no a ken, for a man
so if everything's great
why are you up so late
because I have to dig deeper
“I've been having good luck”
I tried to drill in her
so why haven't you settled
because, it was only silver!!!
Trying to walk this christian path gets harder by the day.
Sometimes I want to throw my hands up and scream out loudly-No Way!
I know it's wrong to feel this way but yet it is a fact.
When I look at other's it all seems like an act.
Why I keep asking myself do saints fuss and fight.
They they turn and drill in you to do the things that right.
I see them stabbing each other in the back and they know that this is wrong.
Then they stand before you and try to bring you before the throne.
My heart is aching on this day because of things I've heard.
I'm trying so hard to shake things off but yet within I'm scared.
"If the righteous scarcely make it in" this road seems oh so tight.
I just pray and ask for strength so I will not lose this fight.
Poisoned rivers,
Fishless streams,
Is this really the fruition?
Of all our dreams?
They drill in our oceans,
Just for our locomotion,
To enable the money grabbers,
To gratify their own needs.
They cut down our forests,
And say it’s for all of us,
Leaving our children without any leaves,
Is it possible since our birth?
We’ve been wiping the smile,
From the face of the earth?
Useless little words
Why do you mean so much?
Why did you tear so many fragile hearts?
With the pull of your lines…
With the light YANK of your unfinished sentences…
Why did you do this to me, useless little word?
Did you really want to make me cry a thousand tears?
And make me look like a fool?
A monster?
Useless little words,
Why are you so unfeeling?
Why has my heart been torn by your subtle existence on a page…
Or a text, or a message… or a simple ink blot…
Fighting with all your little ways
To get right under the skin…
Why do you tear open my very veins?
My very soul?
Useless little words,
There’s a fire waiting to be quenched,
But someone is always putting in the ammunition
So quick a spurt
SO QUICK A SPURT
That the tongue has its own cruel cold stoned heart
Waiting for the moment I shatter and fall apart
Why are you so fickle?
As deadly emotions trickle
Useless little words,
I’m on my way to silence again
Because you fool me every time
With your cruel, hell-laced intentions
Why do I even bother?
To let them bounce off my body…
They always remain
Useless little words,
Have drilled a hole straight through
Words never spoken
But always…always used…
Less and less spoken
Less and less kind
Useless little words,
I only wanted them to matter
I only wanted you to understand
That you can drill in me tonight
But tomorrow, when the day shines
You’ll leave
But only for a little while
And then you’ll be back again
Beautiful little words!
How I can always depend on you!
To return
Unlike…
Drill in me the essence of your soul
inscribe in me indelible your breath and presence
so that I will no longer breathe in another for completeness and stillness….
The insatiable greed of man
is draining the earth,
bleeding it dry
Ain't no climate change
is the reason given why
Corrupt men of science selling out,
giving out bogus data
to support the claims of their business patrons
Rich greedy dogs
who never get enough
They love to drink your milkshake,
they love to drink it all up
Were granted permission to drill in
environmentally protected land
Fracking up the ground,
searching for the mother lode
Gas pipelines snaking across the terrain,
to the slithering cash register sound
All that glitters ain't really gold;
Profits are imperative, curse the cost of the pain
Filthy lucre dogs
who never get enough
They love to drink your milkshake,
they love to drink it all up
They love getting and getting
and getting more ...
greedy dogs that ain't never gonna stop
They gonna drink all the juice in the ecology can,
drink it all up ... down to the last drop
Justify the beat
Tall tower
Tellen' em
Dialogue shadows
Systemic analogue
Named them soon
Drill in the ear
Wondrous circular emphasis
Imaginative Mercedes
Drive to heaven, circle the eagle
Jar a jar a jar jar, you'll see.
Hate
Is but a bully picking in a little kid
The horrid odor of garbage and death
Noise of a drill in the street or a drunken man cussing
You may say you hate something but to hate makes you Despicable
Poisoned rivers,
Fishless streams,
Is this the fruition of all our dreams?
They drill in our oceans
Just for locomotion
And enable the money-grabbers
To pander their own needs.
They cut down our forests seemingly with ease
And they say it’s for the good of all of us,
But it leaves our children without any leaves.
Is it possible that ever since my birth?
We’ve been wiping the smile,
From the face of the earth?
They've made their move on
...the last frontier,
too finally drill in the upper tier
put in place is a pawn to cast
endear the voters quick and fast...
Those carpetbaggin' robberbarons,
landgrabbin' venture darin'
big profits they'll be sharin'
nothing else matters to them uncarin'....
One step away from the presidency
if so happens unfortunately,
are we really ready for this relief
our possible future executive chief...
Carpetbaggin' robberbarons
special interest corporate blarin'
northern alaska they'll be tearin'
....the last frontier...
it was due to happen sometime.....
Precious the grace of cheer that floods,
Oblige fond feel of happy daze;
Ink writes verse trace in surge of blood,
Glimpse thoughts that drill in void and maze;
Notice the spark the lights the dark,
Attend to spheres of gratitude;
Note how time marks the streaming quarks,
Taste deep down here fine attitude.
Being knows quest of purpose sound,
Reach with soul style the precious poise;
Engage bold fest on sacred grounds,
Emerge with smiles that follow voice;
Zest and zeal know a life of peace
Etch then a glow with blissful ease.
Leon Enriquez
10 June 2016
Singapore