Long Box Poems
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when industry
stood on this soil
with chimneys that
spewed sweat and toil
the furnace fires
relied on mines
through arteries
of railway lines.
now looking back
to charcoal skies
through rosy mists
of childhood eyes
a line of trucks
each filled with rocks
crawled slowly past
a signal box.
the building formed
a silhouette
that framed a scene
I wont forget:
the dying of
that worldly light
was captured there
in black and white.
I'm standing now
where true art stood:
in a 'reinvented'
neighbourhood
where sleepers sleep
beneath the grass
where once those engines
used to pass.
"Memory is a treasure, once lost may never again be found" by poet
As I clean my closet for the last time,
each dress, each coat, I handle tenderly
they remind of a life that once was mine
when choosing tomatoes came easily
and, taking a walk, I did leisurely
At the back of the closet, there's a box
I had forgotten, marked: "Save, used seldom"
It's a box of laughter and silly socks,
a half-full bottle of Satin Skin Balm,
a crayoned heart saying, "I love you mom"
Brushing away tears, I look more instead
Midst the pom-poms, I find a dolly's shoe
"My dollys don't talk to me now," she said
Just like that, childhood disappeared, I knew
I am saddened by how quickly time flew
I will begin my new life tomorrow
On this box of memories, I'll depend
It has my heart and I'll often borrow
my children's left-over moments and spend
days with their sweet faces, as I pretend
when the box is open,
there is no real life
only me and the dipper,
and it may not be the greatest,
but the aim is still satisfaction
when the box is open,
there is no common problem
only me and the dipper,
and it may not go the deepest,
but the goal is still a good reaction
when the box is open,
there is no world at all
only me and the dipper,
and it may not score the most points,
but the object is still to stimulate the traction
when the box is open,
there is no clocking in
only me and the dipper,
and it may not have taken the most road trips,
but the point is still Pure Happiness all around
Inside the box..
I don't hear you..
I choose not to hear you
A great big heavy blanket
It covers entirely everything..
You allow your truth
I cover my entire being..
Underneath the heavy blanket
Your truth is meaningless to me
Your truth is unacceptable..
Your truth is literally unbelievable to me.
Your truth cannot be explained
Contains mystery and curiosity
Curiosity kills the cat..
Does not kill the cat..
I shall cover myself underneath the cozy blanket..
Go into a sleepy slumber..
Please do not awaken me..
Outside the box..
I hear you..
I choose to hear you
I need not smother myself
I allow your truth
My entire being is exposed and revealed
I need not cover the truth
Your truth is meaningful..
As I have accepted your truth..
I understand and believe in you..
You need not explain your truth to me
I have faith in you
The unknown will cause curiosity
I have embraced your truth
Allow new growth..
To create..
I shall be awake..
In my awakened state
I shall deliver..
Deliverance to all the masses..
Remembrance of a divine being you truly are..
My box of sadness too.
A box full of sadness I store under my bed.
With thoughts so sad
Making me wish I was dead.
With one look underneath my bed.
Memories of you jump inside my head.
Like a Jack in the box, who is trapped inside.
I stuffed my feelings in this box.
I will not surrender to any sadden thoughts.
Shutting the box full of spider webs.
I do not want to feel the deepness of sad, I hide.
This sadness I store back under my bed.
My feelings are better trapped inside.
Staring at the box with my eyes open wide.
Tears start to fall the ones I buried inside
Following footsteps with no guide.
Why did I bother to remove the lid.
Sadness always makes it hard to decide
The pain my heart does not want to see.
Hiding the sadness, I yet have not cried.
I will not release my sadness, and set it free.
I have managed to put the sadness out side of me.
This sadness only belongs to me.
How could you leave with out telling me bye.
I pretend to live my life so cheerfully.
It takes a real person to bring me down.
My sadness trapped behind a fake bully.
Like a smile from a clown .
I put on a show and block any sad thought.
Not allowing my self to drown in self pitting ways.
You left me alone after bringing me into this world.
The one and only person who could be there for me.
In my troubles and need she left me.
Every one saying it might have been suicide.
How could you leave us behind with misery and blame.
The sadness of your shame is what I hide
A box of my sadness under my bed.
By:P.D.----I guess that is one of my sadness. A true one at that.
To:The Rambling Poet- This is a challenge called by you.
Trapped inside with a sadness. The other part of me
BOX OF BARBIES AND BOOBS
attention all spent - on barbie dolls
clothes, hair, shoes maybe shoes
high heels…but one is lost
and boobs
and ken not attractive
a minor role
and skipper skip her
and
a pink cadillac
needs a push start
clothes perhaps because catholic
uniforms same uniforms
day in day out
conformity with saddle shoes
b o r i n g
so boobs and clothes cut out and sewn
and accessories like wigs
cancerless wigs no one talked about those things
wigs worn for fun short or long
and barbie boobs rock solid not tender
sometimes a suit bathing suit sometimes
molded right on her and a tender dress
sewn by mom- long.. spanish… beautiful…
and those boobs stayed covered in loveliness
attention on barbie dolls - no extravaganza
box full of barbies and boobs at grandmas
i want to take them home
collection of my own
and my neighbor stole
the blond wig
i think
such is childhood -
who do we trust?
our neighbor or a doll in a cadillac?
Kim Rodrigues © 2016
a new
perspective
think
unconventionally
from
a fresh
point of view
with
less constraints
break out
challenge
assumptions
sidestep the dangers
with
a novel
point of view
slant
vista
angle
alternatives
conceived
birthed
in
a bigger
picture
revealed
set
upon
the left field
The art of creating a visual response to a piece of writing is known as a reverse ekphrasis ie the inverse of the centuries old poetic form of ekphrasis.The most well known example being Charles Demuth 'Figure 5' based upon a W C Williams poem.
EMAGI is a recent variation of a reverse ekphrasis derived by the advent of the widespread use of hand held digital communication devices -where words in digital symbols /letters can be represented as a shape
and uses a poet's poem to inspire the digitised 'drawing'
Keepsakes are memories beyond measure.
I keep them in a box; each one a treasure.
~ by poet
It had been quite a while since I've thought
about the box I've filled with many keepsakes,
but today I had a memory that touched my heart.
opened the box, hands trembling with the shakes.
I'd wiped the dusty lid before peaking inside
at the collection of things, I've kept for many years.
The last time I'd opened it; a loved one had died.
The rose petals dried, but on that day, I'd shed tears.
There's a broken emerald pendant, a gift from my Dad.
Melancholy reminders of family... these treasures I hold.
Yes, some of them touch my emotions and make me sad,
others fill me with love when I've the need to be consoled.
I've saved old love letters and poems that I can truly say
are written words of endearments I'd never want to forget.
Photos of family members before their hair turned gray...
reminders of happy times when life had no stress or regret.
These sentimental items are my links to days long past.
Losing any of them would be like losing a piece of my heart.
Mementoes that I cherish... memories meant to last,
kept safe In this dusty box until from life I must depart.
Box turtle, box turtle,
Won’t you play with me?
I found you in the shady woods
Just underneath that tree.
Box turtle, box turtle,
Won’t you come outside?
Don’t stay all closed up in that shell;
You’ve got no need to hide.
Box turtle, box turtle,
How do you ever grow?
It must be hard; you drag that house
Wherever you may go.
Box turtle, box turtle,
How do you hide those feet?
The way you tuck them up inside
Is really pretty sweet!
Box turtle, box turtle,
I’ll let you take a rest.
I guess that all my inquiries
Must have you pretty stressed.
Box turtle, box turtle,
I’ll sit and wait awhile.
It’s not like you’ll go racing off
And run a country mile.
Box turtle, box turtle,
You’ve really got a knack.
I hardly took my eyes off you;
O won’t you please come back?
He stepped inside his rocket ship
then blasted off to space.
He overtook his nemesis
to clinch the Grand Prix race.
He dived beneath the deep blue seas
when his submarine submerged.
He stopped the speeding train before
the railway lines converged.
He flew the plane near to the ground
then looped it in the sky.
He stood on top of Everest
and jumped and didn't die.
He fought off several hungry sharks
then rowed towards the shore.
He bravely drove his Sherman tank
to help us win the war.
He stepped inside the Fort Knox safe
having mastered all its locks.
Yes, ‘He’ was me when I was small
- and I loved that cardboard box.