Long Cement Poems
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Your poems have
nice images.
I can't use them.
They don't drive trucks,
weld, or pour cement.
I can't wear them
like boots in the snow.
They won't keep my head
dry in the rain.
I like your images
but
don't try to pull a
fast one.
A slight of pen
quicker than the eye.
A twist of tongue
dredged from dead scrolls.
Your images are good
but I'm tired.
If they were on TV
I'd turn the channel.
I don't think of your
poems during the World Series.
You will become famous,
appointed to a marble history,
far removed from the slamming
screen doors,
the runny noses of crying
babies.
Elitist pedagogues
will force feed the young
on you.
America will hate you
to your effete marrow,
and Exxon won't sponsor
you.
Published Black Buzzard Press - 1982
Written: October 21, 2023
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To be quite truthful—this epoch is tedious.
I dread them at times, analogous to previous
Dyed by a lack of variance and fluctuation.
Iterate routine rituals—meals, bills, taxation.
I can't believe how quickly time has flown by.
Wrinkles around my eyes feign my look way.
Suddenly, my young kids began to scream.
I lose track of time until all the eddies gleam.
Ogle overall life—what do you foresee?
Pages unwritten—dreams holding the key
Words locked within, yearning for light
Seeking a saffron sky—scale stiff sight.
Meandering amid this sweaty labyrinth
On a quest to descry arrant amaranth.
Unaffected by novelty, speed, or transience,
Rather, favors beating in a sturdy ambiance.
Its gentle beat requires focused attention.
This is not for sissies or pretenders intentions.
To cement an alliance that seeks out solitude.
Deer graze over the breast; wings raise brood.
Forgive swiftly if you flout the rules—life is short.
Warm love, soft kisses, and free mirth exhort.
And never be regretful—always embrace
That obviously brings a smile to your face.
A straining kite yearns for a cloud.
As the sun aims to cut fuzzy shrouds,
Words we deliver—but no one hears.
As no clues, the query quest eager ears,
Too many mountains abide yet to climb.
Copious ventures for a hundred lifetimes.
Inscribing mellifluous views on the walls of life
Following fugacious furtive with flutter and fife
Describers of visions that lay beyond reach
Grasping for tomorrow on a distant beach
I wrote these words for those who belong.
Just them will realize dreams are poets' songs.
There’s usually, in every group,
And often evident,
One person who is not in charge,
But rather the cement.
The one who makes things happen
And who brings all factions in,
Assuring that each person’s there
And ready to begin.
The one the others turn to
When a problem might arise.
Who knows when someone’s out of line
And cuts her down to size.
It isn’t necessarily
The one with all the brains,
But someone with the people skills
To soothe disparate strains.
Without this member, groups would fade
In throes of discontent,
For gatherings won’t hold together
If there’s no cement.
Autumn gently grabs the lungs,
squeezes out the resin of summer.
Slaps you back into seriousness.
Rips children from laps
extends silence into issues
invites another ring of fat.
Time to button up living
roll another 4 inches of insulation.
Praying the old motor can handle another season
of less margin for error.
Autumn has risen to eye level.
Ordered sparrow into his beige feather hut....
Put poverty at the doorstep of the ice cream man
under damp pointed jewels.
A chorus of wind chimes is shrill
like a voice of metal and ice
winter will quarter autumn
cement its feet into death-
The words
1. If my words were sand, they will drag me from my feet and sink me into the eternal abyss.
If my words were concrete, they will cement me facing the mirror of my bad deeds I've written to forget.
If my words were as fickle as air, it will strip me of its loyalty and leave me buried six feet under, to say the least.
If my words were candor, I will be stoned to death for every truth I left bare, forgotten, and neglected.
2. If our words were fire, it will burn us from inside out and make us beg for its mercy.
If my words were poetry, it will convey the most heartbreaking emotions in the pretense of metaphor.
If my words were excellent, they will be rated five stars, not four.
Words are heavier than metals, faster than bullets, more pulling than a magnet and less prettier than daisies.
3. If the words were humans, free and destructive as it pleases
No one will escape its wrath with every living breathing in the wary arms of the sea. Beware, this is not a tease
One by One…
Concrete words cement my fears, one by one commit to line
Carved in stone all through the years
A labor of love and time
A lesson to learn that nothing good will come
To those who cannot wait
A patient man whose concrete words
Serve to document his fate
And one by one they’re commit to line
One by one with love, through time…
I can’t help but keep coming back to that which brought me here
A mere mortal man who finally learned how to keep his conscience clear
A lesson learned that nothing good will come to those who cannot wait
A blessed man is he whose love can survive in all this hate
And through darkened days still hold the line…
Balanced on the straight and narrow
Concrete words cement my fears, one by one commit to line
Carved in stone all through the years
So some good would come in time…
One by one, a labor of love and time
One word, one day, each in its own time…
Concrete words cement my fears, one by one commit to line
Realizing just how clear it is, this is only part of the design…
Better times will soon arrive…believe
I filled a small trench that yielded fresh water.
Built as a serpentine and with a sharp corner.
A small waterfall sang a melodious sound,
A lulled sleepiness induced when it hit the ground.
On each side of the rill, fair, watery plants grew,
A great choice of Algae. Ferns, a lobelia blue.
Fitful arrowheads and water lilies adorn.
Cardinals and others begin their flight in the morn.
Already prepared was a slightly large pond,
Well covered with cement mixed with soil beyond,
I planted some hyacinths and water lilies.
Soon, dragonflies waltz around like sillies.
My final job was planting a dwarf willow.
Don't be surprised, robins made it their pillow.
How beautiful and bright is your mind
I wonder how God has thy star perfectly designed
How the winks of thy eyes smile
That each one has a different style
How gracious life has become
To set thy age in growing freedom
How great thy heart is
Hardly could my pen describes at ease
How mighty is thy pen's influence
Swinging humanity singing confluence
How love in poetry as a lovely art
Enacts love in thy audience heart
How glowing is thy face
Can anyone easily have thy age's trace?
How on assumption will I suggest thy age
Except poetry gives muse to my pen's gauge
How for long have you had poetry as thy tongue?
May be I wouldn't mislabel thy hood, young
How can I deny the face speaking 40+
Arguing you are on board in 50+ bus
How far you've been is unto thy birth
Do celebrate it in awesome mirth
How today goes with friends
The designs of how atmosphere transcends
How words classically cement history
Explains life ironical mystery
How name names your superimposing life
That each of your son wishes your photo-- a wife
How much better to define a real beauty
Whose activeness is in her connubial duty
Happy happy happy birthday, dear Shanti Harjani Williams
KULLA
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" She said he so dumb he thinks that Alcubierre Drive
is three doors away from his destination.
I tried to explain to him that was Warp Drive he then talked about
getting a new car. That's one dumb fella I tell ya!" Said StratonMusse':
he knows his block making though, formula, and production.
He has a skill for density and scaled production procedures.
I found him keen and quite genius.
Foam Concrete Block production Module
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Needs....... Foam Machine with a air compressor
Used Motor Oil for the non stick effect
Construction Mixer
A custom Mould for block making
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250 grams of Alpha Olefin sulfonate
dissolve in 8 liters of water
pour into a foam generator
in a barrel add
2 kilos of cement
37 kilos of gypsum
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Agency specific data Sets--------------------------------Cage Code----------------
2 liters of water
50 liters of foam
mix with a construction mixer
pour into greased moulds
allow to harden
remove from moulds
and allow to air dry for a week
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Slope--Grade--Vertical Plumb...........................................................
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Explain to me the need for profanity
Words we so generously speak
When our mouths have the urge to just leak
We defile and condemn
Again and again
As if we are uneducated fools
That lack proper communication tools
We are overly equipped with words to express our state of mind
Yet,I am baffled by what my ears seem to so often find
People never seem to damn themselves but don’t mind damning God
And sometimes I think I hear a prayer but it’s a mindless facade
For Jesus Christ made away for all mankind to repent
Yet every day I hear some man scream his name into cement
The day will come when we will be
Accountable for what we so freely decree
And I pled to all to manage their tongues
Especially around our younger ones
For they do what they watch
And they say what they listen too
Our mouths are swords that can cut and cause ridicule
Self-control is what is in a recession
And idolatry has become a common obsession
Let’s pause before we utter
Words that hurt God and our fellow brothers
Lets take a stand against cursing the divine
For when we are in trouble we use that same mouth to ask him for a sign.
By: Sabina Nicole