only the summer heat
spreads its stifling waves
on my pony face, as a
smart haze,
hunting my craze
lazy, sticky heatwaves
hit my face
knock me
down
on the ground
like a drowsy fly
i open one eye,
i still can see its
roots
hanging in the
stinky air
goose down
floats above my
head
i open the second
eye: -
ya, ya, ya, great, that
nothing is burning
He did not know he was a creepy unknown fey
He crept through the meadow every day
Miniature brownie boy with eyes of crystal blue.
Wearing a hat of goose down, butterfly wings too
His furry legs got wet in the dew, but he kept going.
He would have to find a hideout when it started snowing.
Children chased him a couple of times and got his picture.
In this gorgeous meadow of flowers he was a regular fixture.
spell has bound the earth
goose down is flying in air
in rhythmic motion
as dancers in a ballroom
icy wind is sweeping by
He did not know he was a creepy unknown fey
He crept through the meadow every day
Miniature brownie boy with eyes of crystal blue.
Wearing a hat of goose down, butterfly wings too
His furry legs got wet in the dew, but he kept going.
He would have to find a hideout when it started snowing.
Children chased him a couple of times and got his picture.
In this gorgeous meadow of flowers he was a regular fixture.
Through fog, through torrential tears,
Silence soothes my inner being, right
within confines of an upper room, where
skylight strummed melodies of rain.
there I was in converse with the Source;
And though I basked on goose down comfort,
The devil inside a glass pipe lingered;
but on that wintry night of envisioning
And deep soul-searching,
Distance and time were wedded as one, as
My soul traversed the land of my birth,
And I beheld vacation bible school days.
Upon my wakened psyche sat imprints of longings -
Such cravings for a fix of spiritual grub I'd not known
Yes, I spoke as my wobbly soul held hands of hope,
My dreams would whisk me from addiction.
Who knew divine intervention would bring me freedom?
Oh yes! this gift, this gift,
Twenty-two years and beyond,
I must tell someone.
*
male mockingbird grasps
last year's bean vines in May's brisk breeze
plumage flies westward
down to line newly made nests
harm-free, warm place to rear young
down-in this poem means the soft under feathers(usually goose down is used but here it means the soft feathers of the mockingbird)
The body pillow
Next to me not
Embalmed but
Stuffed with
Goose down
Holding it close
To my naked body
I feel no warmth
I must be feeling
Winter's weather
Or thinking
Thoughts of
Freezing
Geese
That
Got their
Feathers
Plucked
The season has changed
Leaves all fall to die
Mindscape rearranged
Learning how to fly
Follow the goose down
Driving through the sky
With spirits around
The mushroom on high
Journey's holy ground
To seek peace and grace
A time to be found
A feeling of place
Been so long estranged
Coming home to face
Myself underanged
To dance, to embrace
Robin the lollygag prince of evil was nowhere in sight.
Batman was beyond irritated, and he had a right.
He did not want to be mean, but bellow he did.
He woke up Robin, where he had so aptly hid.
Batman’s gingivitis was so bad in Arthur’s face that night,
He was glad when he saw the Batmobile go out of sight.
Poor Arthur promptly brushed his teeth, and ate chocolate he found.
He hit his goose down mattress, and did not make another sound.
In the dog-days of summer of so long ago
there were bear-hugging moments I like to recall
Like leafing through pages of ram-shackle books,
that are dog-eared, and faded, wearing hound-tooth worn seams
I had a bull's-eye encounter with puppy-tail schemes
There are cat-walks through memories, over turkey-trot trails
wearing pigtails, and Mother Goose, and laughter would peal
Where pony-tailed hairdos would swing like a bell,
and where kids could play leap-frog, and happiness dwells
We would run like the roosters and bull-doze the grass,
picking puffed dandelions, to blow with our breaths
Spreading the catnip and watching it gasp
Grasping the wind, while it wolfed-down the rest
Blooming sweet dogwood would bend in the breeze
Elephant-ears would line every path
With cattails and polly-wogs, we would bunny-hop home
for chickpeas, and monkey bread, and gooseberry creams
Then hug little teddy-bear, in our goose-down reclines
while dog-days of summer would live for all time
When buying a pillow
You have to keep track
If you sleep on your stomach
Your side or your back.
Do you want one with foam
Like the memory kind
Or pure goose down from Europe,
The best you can find?
Is a zip-off type cover
A perk that you need
Or one promised to last
Fifteen years guaranteed?
For you really can't tell
As you stand in the store
Or peruse it online
On a pillow-hunt tour.
So you just take a gander
(Intentional pun!)
And you hope that you've chosen
A comfortable one.
Winter's whimsical nature comes with
fickle freeze, cold pervading every fibre
How I remember you, red hot
against the white snow
Smoking volcano
against permafrost desolation
How your aura lingers in my brain
fleeting perfume, breeze of ozone
The sweet sweaty scent of long nights
leathery lines grafted in my skin
The fragile steps we took, tension
of our vulnerability in closeness
Sweet brokenness, tender hurt...
Worlds of ice can not find my
Duvet of snowflakes, simulation of
soft warm goose down
Mirroring remnants of our souls
that sleep in dreamless reminiscence
***
May 17, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Never-ending
I was having a dream…
you were lying next to me
soundly asleep
in our soft bed,
satin sheets
and goose down pillows
as the sun began to rise
painting our room in shades
of apricot and lilac
I was holding you
gently in my arms,
feeling your heart beat,
mesmerized by rhythmic breaths,
gazing upon your enchanting face
as dawn’s blushing glow
illumined your beauty,
and I fell in love all over again
When you slowly woke,
opening those dark November eyes,
finding me watching you
and smiled the most
enchanting smile I had ever seen
as I whispered
“Good morning beautiful”
And I didn’t want it to end
but it did as I awoke,
sensing the morning sunshine
through closed eyelids
and upon opening them
found you staring at me
with that springtime smile
and when you whispered
“Good morning handsome”
I knew right then and there
my dream would be never-ending
Good morning Soupers
Tom Thumb got caught peeping
Now his life is on the run
Little Bo Peep lost her sheep
On a gambling junket she was on
Little Miss Muffet is having to tuff it
Out these days in jail
Selling ecstasy to undercover police
And now can't pay her bail
Little Jack Horner took him a corner
Of the Mafia drug trade
Once you are hooked on the Meth that he cooks
There's no way of escape
You think that's bad you ain't seen nothing yet
That even comes this close
Since Mother Goose started hitting the juice
And ended up down on skid row
Humpty Dumpty's more than broke
But not from any fall
He couldn't pay his bookie
And his legs were first to go
Baa Baa Black Sheep
Where forced to sell their wool
To pay for all the damages
While they were in school
Jack pushed Jill down the hill
When he caught her cheating with Little Boy Blue
Now he's paying her doctor bills
Which has left Jack blue too
You think that's bad you ain't seen nothing yet
That even comes this close
Since Mother Goose started hitting the juice
And ended up down on skid row
The splinters of our marrow comes,
Shivering thunder for a lengthy spray-
Warmth beautifies our essence;
Glittering ray sends goose down spines!
She comes, nostalgia drums
The lily-borne sepulchre; its beauty I ponder
Goozy feelings; my road alone
This journey be tiresome
For I be so glad to take it
Come forth hither, the beauty of our land!
Hollow tremble, belly grumble
For its angels are generous in vision,
A journey, I delight thee.
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