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She was rough, gravelly, sharp, brash, unwelcoming, unfriendly.
The fence she had built around herself was unbreakable, stiff, metallic,
Wire screened with burlap.
Scratchy. Harsh. Stark. Unforgiving.
Many were fearful of getting close, not understanding
This much-needed barrier was protecting her.
One man saw through her hard ass facade. Her angry voice did not dissuade him.
He sought her friendship, because he had watched his mother
Build the same harsh, metallic, scratchy, burlap wall around her heart
After his sister was murdered.
Pain built this kind of wall.
Not regular pain,
Bone-crushing, blood-howling, screaming in horror pain.
This man had a satin heart.
A gentle touch, a willingness to scale the burlap wall and
Find the little girl who had not yet suffered.
It would not be easy.
Her anger had become her friend. The anger and the wall were the two
Things she counted on to keep her safe.
You have your work cut out for you when you decide to turn burlap into satin.
Part 3
9th Delerium: Emptyness
Water wheels in wastelands... turning,
drowning relics in the slum
Rumpled rags of fashioned burlap... burning,
lit by bandits blind and dumb
Pastured prisons, ponies bridled ... yearning,
forest fairies under thumb
Sounds inside of cauldrons coughing... churning,
blaring bugles, tattooed drum
10th Delirium: Alienation
Rain unravelling, wistfully weeping... falling,
treacle trickling, fickle sky
Mushrooms sprinkled, visions sprouting... sprawling,
seagulls drowning, dolphins die
Rabble gasping, spirits broken... crawling,
lonely lonesome swallows cry
Babbling brooks and breakers ebbing... bawling
puppies paddle, puppets sigh
People passing ripple past me... calling,
rainbow colours, collars high
Chaos seething, lepers looting... stalling,
stealing stallions on the sly
Pencils pausing, scholars scrambling... scrawling,
scratching scribbles, asking why
11th Delirium: Jetsam
Silver sails sway pallid pirates... prowling,
Jolly Rogers, wind and sound
Parrots perching, tattered feathers... fouling,
tethered talons, tied and bound
Shipwrecked foghorns, trumpets stranded... howling,
spiral springs of time unwound
Magic moonlight, shimmers shaking... scowling,
burnt out matchsticks washed aground
Prairie wolfs, coyotes calling... yowling,
witching hours, midnight hounds
Tightrope walkers, grizzlies grunting... growling,
seeking islands, lost and found
12th Delirium: Relief
Slumber shattered, vapours captive... haunting,
chained in mirrors, breaking free
Scarlet skylines, daylight dawning... daunting,
rivers rushing to the sea
Silence softens, sandmen whisper... wanting,
piercing rafters, turning keys
Shadows shudder, notions fluster... flaunting,
moonbeam bullets meant for me
Mind in migraine, meadows trembling... taunting,
sparrows speak in harmony
REAWAKENING
Pitter patter, teardrops paling... pearling,
salting scarves in secret drawers
Mist amongst us, smoke rings rising... curling,
climbing from the ocean floors
See-saw circles, senses swerving... swirling,
swept away with silver oars
Courtyard jesters, sceptres twisting... twirling,
push the past to foreign shores
Passing pangs of passions heaving... hurling,
burning bridges, closing doors
Roses wither, icons waning... whirling,
time decays and time restores
End
The moon is a sickle of ivory white,
Hanging low o'er the tassels of silk.
The corn stalks shiver in the cool of the night,
In a fog that is thick as the milk.
"Old friend," breathes the row with a rustle of green,
"Do you grow weary of standing so still?
With your button-eye stare and your posture so lean,
On the brow of this lonely, dark hill?"
The scarecrow creaks on his timbered spine,
With a sigh made of sawdust and grain.
"I watch for the shadow, the feather, the line,
And the scent of the gathering rain.
My coat is a rag that the north wind has torn,
And my heart is a bundle of hay;
But I live for the song of the ripening corn,
At the end of a long, dusty day."
"We feel the crows landing," the field softy moans,
"The pinch of the beak on the ear.
We tremble deep down in our chlorophyll zones,
Whenever the black wings are near.
But you are the giant, the tattered and tall,
With your arms stretching wide to the sky;
You catch the first chill of the winterly squall,
With a wink of your glass-beaded eye."
"I am but a ghost," the straw-man replies,
"A hollow man stitched by a hand.
But I love the gold light as the summer sun dies,
And the way that you root in the sand.
I’ll stand through the frost and the bite of the gale,
To keep every kernel from harm;
Though my paint may be chipped and my burlap grow pale,
I am the soul of the farm."
The wind dies away to a murmur of sleep,
As the stars turn silver and blue.
The secrets of seasons are hers now to keep,
And his to protect and see through.
A nod of the tassel, a sway of the sleeve,
In the quiet where shadows are spun;
Two sentinels waiting for morning’s reprieve,
Beneath the pale gaze of the sun.
'Tis Halloween again, the economy is bad and lots of folks are outta work!
I'm gonna reverse this trick or treat racket, tho' some may think me quite a jerk!
Normally, hordes of kids come bangin' on my door pleadin', "Fill my tote!"
But this year I'm gonna dress like a bum and from behind my mask I'll gloat!
I'll tote a huge burlap bag and park my Cadillac so as to be discreet,
And march down every street in this fair city pleadin' fer things to eat!
I hope they'll pity this poor old tramp when I make my earnest plea,
And that they'll be more than generous and not call the law on me!
My spiel will go somethin' like this: "Won't you help a destitute family,
That is goin' through hard times facin' problems we could not foresee?
All I'm askin' of you is a few taters, maybe a can of corn or peas.
Anything would be appreciated and may God bless you if He please!"
After I make the rounds and arrive home to sort through my ill-gotten loot,
Of soups, ramen noodles, crackers, lima beans and assorted fruit,
I'll put it all back in the burlap bag and deliver it to a needy charity,
Than I'll scurry home to hand out treats to the little imps who call on me!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Tied for No. l in Russell Sivey's "Halloween Fun" Contest - October 2011
BURLAP and SATIN
Texture fine, woven design
Like harden tree sap
Rough is the burlap!!!
That's at my finger tips
Smooth is soft the satin as silk
The dress rapped around her waist
Burlap and satin
Give me such touch my reactions
Hard rough the silken liner
Smooth is the burlap binder???
Coarse touch soft brush
Weave me, cling to me of skin
Jute plant fibers touch
Burlap and satin
Just rough on the skin
May combine me with vegetable fibres
Wall hangings made of burlap rough to my eyes
Fibers to make rope, nets
Coarse canvas woven from jute, hemp
Burlap and satin
Browned fiber burlap, used especially for sacking
Sackcloth, gunny, canvas, hessian
Dress making and furnishing burlaps a burlap shirt
Fabric burlap Flowers nation
Can be a rose or carnation
Or woven even turned into a shirt Even seen them as a skirt
For what it's worth, smooth and rough
Burlap and satin
Matters not touch me in the morning
Also together burlap and satin so adorning
Fabric flower bouquet
A smooth, glossy fabric
Satin of silk, produced by a weave
In which this the threads
Burlap and satin
The warp caught and looped by weft cross stitch
At certain intervals a blue satin dress smooth like satin
Oh, also fabric flowers to the bouquet
Satin is a weaved that has glossy surface and dull back action
The satin weave is four or more no harm
Fill weft yarns floats over warp yarn
Four warp yarns floating over a single weft
a luxurious satin look For what it's worth smooth and rough
Burlap and satin
3/24/18 ©2018
For Contest: Burlap and Satin
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
Children of today
have no clue as to the games we played.
Hand me downs of clothes and shoes
were unknown to face book news.
Yet, we were safe and happy,
alright, that sounds sappy.
Back then you saved for something new
afraid your friends might see thru you.
The dresses and the shoes
came from family members true.
Burlap bags, mats and sacks renewed
rekindled seams and flaps, bamboo?
A lesson here from time gone by
when rich and poor never vied
for silky, satin, well hewn fashion dress
simplicity was a labored test.
The days of burlap and satin mixes
are no longer for the poor, but now the riches.
melodies to sing too
an eagerness in song
a harmony in suggestion
you can all sing along
somebody told me
something I wanted to say
I couldn't remember
my thoughts seemed
to stray
what ah whisper
a sweet sweet sound
makes me want to sway
turned a smile from a frown
from the night
to the day
lady you
take my breath away
everyday and every night
makes me feel so good inside
tell ya
one thing is true
I'd be nothing without you
take my time
just to say
glad I married you that day
( they turned rats into horses
and turned the pumpkin into a carriage)
the burlap bags were turned into tuxedos one for the
coachmen and one for Centos. She was rich
and he was poor but the fairy Godfather
made why with such frivolous things.
They ate devinly. The Trolls under the bridge
were turned into a beautiful couple
who's role were to feed Centos the dat and the horses.)
"Oh the night has me going
city lights painted woman
in the day nothing matters
it's the night time that flatters
Smoke drifts from the smokestacks
On dark and gloomy days
Just before the first rains of Summer
Crates are collected and stacked
And thrown onto the conveyor belt
So they may disappear into the fortress
A robot sings songs of yesteryear
And humans simply stand by and observe
Give these jeering men some credits
Lest they starve without work
With their blossoming bellies
But they sure love Conservatism
Starving mothers fling underweight babies
Into the jaws of an unforgiving sea
Because they can't take care of them
But neither could they spare them
Remember when a wise man once said
Elections have consequences
A tower is built slowly from the ground up
It starts off small but becomes massive over time
Just like petty rants from the bird's nest seem small
Until they collect over time and form dogma
An entire generation tainted by evil
And the devil himself is blushing
Alas drown your sorrows at the beach
And swim in a sea of glittering garbage
Because this great sea sure does flow
Where thriving cities once stood
But now they reside deep underwater
Entombed by science denial
And for every peace loving Christian
Is one who spreads dissension like disease
Who thrives on stapling gays to the cross
As if it were 1965 in the redneck south
And in truth every person who lets it happen
Is just as guilty as the transgressors
When the good lord said love thy neighbor
Could he have known they'd cast the first stone
Upon all the liars and all the sinners
Just peel apart the jowls of the maiden sinner
And find the seven deadly sins cowering
From a man dressed in a burlap sack
Patience for appeasers is something I lack
And as I rip away the images of this distorted future
I look to the future in two years from now
And I just hope deep in my heart we've had enough
Because at first 2016 gave me a future to believe in
But now Morons Are Governing Again
Brother stream was my closest friend.
He sifted from my slag a few shining gems.
Putting the shine back into my heart
after our dear mother departed.
Brother stream wove my burlap raggedness.
into something resembling his down gentleness.
He guided me away from the devil's black charade.
Lifting me just above life's burning cascade.
Brother stream who once took a beating for me
The truth is the truth, so now we all can just let it be.
Brother stream gently kneaded his signets to swans.
A beckon of light, whether it be dusk or dawn.
And when he was betrayed by life's jagged sin.
The signets that he'd raised flew back unto him.
Brother Stream's heart was speckled with gold.
My brother Stream, whom the lord, called back home.
Future Generations Pass
(Life of Martha and Gracie)
Martha started out, as a little girl, to understand her world
In an underworld, kept behind a wall forever, for her protection
The parents stuffed her in a burlap bag and beat her soundly
Kept her safe, around for now, behind the barrier enclosure
Her crime was “being bad”
Guilty at the time of birth
Before that, she was accused of being slow
Obviously she must be cursed
Not coming out of mom on schedule
The mother took care of that by pushing hard
It solved that problem, as the doctor pulled the infant out
Beat the little girl into the world, though she was upside down
By age seven she broke down the wall of silence and escaped
She tore through every barrier that stood as an impediment
One day she grew older and married Buddy from next door
Got pregnant, named her daughter Gracie
She saved the burlap bag that she was stuffed in as a baby
Gave it to her daughter who wears it proudly
Gracie gets her beatings every day as well and smiles
Stays behind a wall without complaint, which was her style
She too understands her world and wonders
Plots an escape to live her way on her own terms
To one day make a baby just like herself and have a home
Complete with walls and burlap bags that guarantee
A future where the family name will carry on the same