Long Apparently Poems
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Is he paying attention to me...
Is he hanging on my every word?
Is he really wondering...
What I am thinking about right now...
Is he really questioning
What's hidden in and behind my stare...
Does my glance look cold as steel...
Does he even wonder to dare...
Does he think that I am pondering
Heart-warming thoughts
Is that the idea that's real...
Is that what my looks really say...
Is that what they trully reveal?
Can my glance be warm and embracing...ever
When he looks me in the eye...
Who is this creature really
Will she say get lost and die...
Or will she say come hither
Be with me now and ever...
He doesn't know...
He thinks he does...
but maybe not...
He doesn't know.
Is there ever anyone who ever does?
What will be the difference..
Between a woman and a man
What causes them to become a lover
Instead of the best of friends
What would cause a friend
To look and then look again...
To look at one as a lover...
Instead of a lifelong friend.
When and where do those feelings change
Who and what controls your mind
Will it be apparently clear...
Or will love trully be blind.
(November 22, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
I pass a dog named Leo
Sometimes on my morning walks.
Off leash, he goes exploring
While his owner stops and talks.
He’s black and white with stand-up ears,
His body low and squat,
But his wagging tail stands out,
The finest feature that he’s got.
Other canines save their wagging
For a dog-specific reason –
Recognition or approval or
As thanks for something pleasin.’
Yet with Leo, it’s just joy
That he apparently exudes,
As rare in dogs as humans
With such upbeat attitudes.
Seeing Leo makes me happy;
I cannot resist a smile
When he prances past so gaily
In his beatific style.
post an atom.
we need one.
subversions
differentiations
of Chantal Akerman reading the Ladies Almanac.
grandpa was jewish,
maybe this summer i'll go to Israel
and visit the mother of all mothers.
The trapezoidal parallelogram
the exponential function with a base
which does not equal a.
Curvatures and theorems
calculating the dimensions
of delta and the centroid.
lables + schedules + links + locations +options=
to label a schedule provides a link to a location which has many options.
israeli prime minister of home land secularity.
the pope is new. the pope is old. the pope is apparently the pope.
the pope cares?
the pope does not care?
the pope is the puppet.
the pope is not a puppet.
the puppets laugh.
as the pope popes.
the poor muslim mans.
the poor muslims.
why create so many gods.
say, just for an instant,
that it is just an idea.
an pretty clever idea.
when was the last time you thought of an idea called 'god.'
what was your last idea?
could you map it on the visible spectrum?
so your bifocals could cerebrally focus?
and sync to the mystic monthy surprise called a menses.
the divine comedy.
it is a comedy.
wag the tail of a beloved.
rip the tail of the beloved.
fall into a pit.
come out of the pit.
eat a pit.
choke on a pit.
spit the pit.
the pit grows into more pits.
someone else picks the pit.
eats the pit.
chokes on the pit.
dies of the pit.
[enter hypothetical scene]
squirrel!
~They Sing~
(The Tritina)
This morn I seem to hear the warblers sing
And it is one of the loveliest things
To think they build their nests among the trees
Then you can hear them singing from the trees
And with such melodious voice they all sing
While my mind think then just beautiful things
When warblers sing I dream of many things
Sometimes I just catch them flying from trees
And as they soar the sky one of them sing
It sings while I think of things, birds and...trees.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
July.08.2016
~Author's Notes:
The " Tritina " is related to the Sestina and apparently is a twentieth-century invention.
There are things in this life
That will bring you to your knees
Whether or not you like it
Whether or not you please
Whether you think you deserve it
Whether or not you do
These things will still happen
I know this much is true.
Some are self inflicted
The cause is from within
Call it your deserved karma
Call it serendipity
Some are by divine providence
Apparently from high above
Totally unexpected
Seemingly on a whim
It is what it will always be
You can’t change a thing.
When the day comes when these things happen
When you are brought down to your knees
And you appear to be unable to breathe
For the moment
When you feel your heart is broken
Shattered from within
It’s hard to know
If you’ll survive.
Life seems to be pulling on us
Like marionette men
Suspending us on its wires
Making us dance
Its vital Dance
A Dance which we don’t know
Held to our course by its slender threads
It’s being a part of an unrehearsed show.
We live our entire lives
Not knowing
What lies behind the masquerade
And what its chapters will soon reveal.
Will the show be long or short
A happy or tragic end
Tragedy or comedy
We don’t even know
Where and when it will end.
At first glance
From our first breath of air
From our very first sight of the sky
Life appears to suspend us gently
Like feathers in the breeze
Blowing us hither and thither
Smooth sailing on the seas.
But things will probably not stay this way
And knowing this is the key
To preparing yourself for trials in life
For how things will really be.
There are things in this life
That will bring you to your knees
Whether or not you like it
Whether or not you please
Whether you think you deserve it
Whether or not you do
These things will still happen
I know this much is true.
(November 25, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
I took a meandering jaunt through my mind
I searched every crevice to see what I’d find
Some memories were useful, while others were not
I stumbled on some things I thought I’d forgot
About halfway through, well…I made a sharp right
and what lay before, was a rather strange sight
I can’t say for sure that my mind played a trick
what I saw was a woman, except she had a…
Quick as the wind, well I turned right around
and I ran and I ran and I ran ‘til I found
I was feeling quite nervous, and starting to doubt
whether there was an exit, or any way out.
But then from a distant recess came a noise
it sounded like laughter of young girls and boys.
So I followed my ears just to see where it led
what I found weren’t children, but monsters instead.
“Neutrals” is what they were labeled I think;
and all them hated both blue things and pink.
I didn’t have time for their nonsense at all
but when I tried to leave, they all grew super tall!
The neutrals were giants with size 18 feet,
they were angry and shouting, I had to retreat.
Their wrath was a rainstorm with nowhere to hide
I’ll not say much more, but this bit I’ll confide:
This jaunt through my mind, isn’t crazy at all
most of it came off today’s Facebook wall.
08/13/15
*Apparently there is lots of controversy today over Target changing their signs to be gender neutral, and there is a lot of noise about gender identity, hyper-gendering, neutral gendering etc. It mostly all seems like nonsense to me...if you couldn't tell, haha.
We lived in the U.K as expats in a Tudor style home in Kent
It was a nice home but it had “a feel” about it I can’t explain
Not frightening or threatening at all
Just a different sense in the atmosphere “something strange”
My son a very brave boy who was never afraid of the dark
Told me “He didn’t like it upstairs in his bedroom sometimes it gave him a funny feeling”
As a child he also sensed something unknown in that house
His words sent a chill down my spine and hastened my breathing!!
One night while my husband and I were watching t.v downstairs
There was one almighty thud in our sons bedroom directly above
We raced upstairs thinking he’d fallen out of bed or over
To find him fast asleep tucked up nice and snug
An unexplainable happening that became a regular occurrence
One loud thud , our son asleep and nothing there
Unbelievably enough it wasn’t frightening
Again …Just a strange entity in the air!
This night at the base of stairs a movement caught my eye
In stunned silence we watched a female shaped shadow glide up the stairs
Disappearing out of sight when at the top
We found our son sleeping soundly and again nothing was there!
Initially, it was somewhat unnerving and there was definite unrest
My husband saw the shadow one more time then it was never seen again
As time passed life relaxed and continued as normal
Though I was interested in the houses history for a reason to explain?
So , apparently many years ago a family of five lived there
Strict parents and their three daughters forbidden to ever wed
All three sisters grew old and died as spinsters
One of them dying in that house it is said …..!
I’m here.
They know I am.
I will always
be there.
Until I’m not.
They ask if I’m okay.
They don’t investigate
because I say
I’m okay
after bleeding
all over them.
They pretend
I’m
okay.
Nothing hurts quite like
opening up to someone
only for them to stand
speechless
as they watch your guts
spill onto the floor.
I pour my heart out.
I paint the room red.
It sprays and it sprays
until it looks like
I’m dead.
My beautiful silhouette,
painted in crimson,
painted in ink.
I’ll stop now
before the room starts to sink.
Where’s my cigarette?
One second...
Oh, yeah.
There’s the bayonet.
Oh...
Okay.
I was just trying to learn
the alphabet.
Why am I here...
That’s not even a question.
It’s more or less
a statement.
What’s the word for that?
Don’t even bother.
You don’t care.
Why would anyone
even be there?
My problems?
They’re all over the floor.
They step around them
and ask me again
if I’m okay.
I say I am.
They pretend
that’s an answer.
Apparently,
we all have our worries.
We all have our grief.
We all have our problems
buried underneath.
What a relief.
I’ll be here.
But maybe
not
there.
plowing ahead she rises to the occasional
pique of future flowing moments unfurling from
the pages of the book stuck together like morning
eyelashes fluttering, no cause necessary, just practicing
push pull not the same as yes or no...paralyzed in some
moments along the river bank of fog, lazily drifting
doing some fishin’ I think...not sure for what
no bait...none taken, none given...albatross wings span
the globe, circumnavigating for something like years
age old pieces of me surfacing...can I really do this again?
pits in my stomach of excitement and whatever else
I can’t call it out because I don’t know what it is right now
trepidation about movement and yet, movement is having
her way with me sort of. The mess no longer supports so
something must give now...I cannot keep up the illusion that
I no long care...I do care...I want more than I have given myself
for a very long time...unspooling threads...cannot see as I am
apparently not a weaver of time...praise for the old folks who
walked the wisdom paths in our illustrious world...
Good night for now...eyes drifting into the downward dog...
Asta la vista baby...
Figuratively Speaking... a compendium
I’m having slugs for dinner
Twelve dozen on toast
Some people turn their nose up
Apparently that’s gross
I’m joining metal plates
Using heat to make them meld
I haven’t got it finished yet
It’s not the end of the weld
Noah built an ark
And he bought a plastic coat
He’s waiting for the rain to come...
Whatever floats your boat
He couldn’t shift the damned thing
Even though he winched it
But then he found it moved twelve mil
Cos somebody half-inched it
I’m tired of being flesh and blood
I’d like to change some day
If I was made of paper
I’d be blown away
Four hundred pounds he weighs
That’s bigger than me gran
He weighs more than a camper-van
That’s really heavy man
It landed on some azure paint
That, as yet, wasn’t dry
Then flew around the light bulb
Like a blue arsed fly
Have you seen a flat-fish
With an over made-up face
Taking drags from handmade fags
It’s fairly common plaice
I’ve got three violins
One left, one right, one middle
I never use the second one
I won’t play second fiddle
He’s standing on the glued bit
Where the pipe split on a bend
Slipped off first time he tried it
But now he’s on the mend