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GRAVIDAS EARTH
the turntable in a whorl, my thumbprint
distinct on 45’s and 78’s and the cover
near the door, spewed upon - i forgive
you my roommate-sister, it’s only cardboard.
afterall, how’d we know, the future would auction
our records, flatsie and dawn dolls, past 2000 —
we couldn’t even imagine. i’m way off track,
follow the grooves behind me, the moves
that define me, the hairstyle without mousse,
cut and blown as i run, always run for the bus.
i’m still running but I’m never late. out the door,
down a couple steps of baked cement — i
think there is a porch now — i could sled the snowy
drive, steep but the road’s at my feet so i walk
with a heavy plaid coat and snazzy boots to
the stop. one highschooler didn’t stay long —
he caught the bus to another place, no time to wave.
the road named after his kin. the bus arrives,
don’t miss it a bit — so loud with its popular crowd.
the school had a fountain, where we’d wash our hands
where the restrooms were still for boys and girls.
our physics teacher gave us speed, well the formula, as
we hoisted ourselves out the window with ticker tape —
did i say i, no - not i, I wasn’t brave enough, not
ready to die. but a boy whose daddy taught biology
drowned in the clouds of a lake. i mixed his tears
with my own. why cherry pick
the incidents of the oldest kid — she lurks in shadows
remembering the haunts of others. Lexie C gallops
with her friend the horse through the valley of our hearts.
she’s the queen that sat beside me in French class.
she deserted us after graduation, taking a one way road
to her heavenly destination.
she will always be young with Scarlet’s hair
and dark glasses, missing what the rest of us learned
in our education on this gravidas earth.
7/2/2019
*Scarlet refers to Scarlet O’Hara of Gone With the Wind fame
Two by two,
They went in,
Male and female alike,
They needed to bond,
Increase in number,
From the least to the greatest,
From the smallest to the largest,
In their kind, specie and class,
Noah’s list included all,
He was given the dimensions,
The ark needed to carry them,
In twos and their types,
Until the windows of heaven were shut,
Until the floods abated,
It was a lavish fountain flow,
Heaven's tears for man's rebellion,
Only Noah’s family found pride in place,
They would begin a new world,
They would be forerunners of a new system,
The deluge inside of me,
A part of me is submerged,
I’m in anticipation of dry grounds,
I’m in earnest of a new world,
Where troubles, chaos and
anarchy sheath their swords,
My heart, my ark,
Not the size of Noah’s,
But could carry as much,
In search of a safe harbour.
Do you ever wish you could be
another face in the crowd
that fades from everyone’s memory
blending in like brushstrokes on canvas
catching no one’s attention or mention
Just a mundane man among the many
laughing a bit too loud in the pub upon
hearing a bawdy joke you found funny
Oiling a squeaky door hinge or
repairing a kitchen drawer that sticks
ticking those tasks off a long list
of everything that needs to be fixed
in the modest house you had to
sacrifice and save so long to buy
Flying anywhere exceedingly rare
the cost of first class out of the question
Never wondering if the woman you’re with
truly loves you or merely the amount
of currency in your bank account
if she considered what hitching her horse
to your name might do to further her fame
Unfettered and free to simply converse
with someone like me
another nobody
Good morning my dearest students,
toady's lesson will be love
excuse me teacher what about our space geometry ?
Yes, teacher don't we have that major project to discuss first?
teacher! teacher, are you okay?
Yes, my dearest very fine i am.
From an early age we've been taught,
a whole lot of things.
From how to tie our shoes to how to solve equations.
Many things,
all important things.
But what they don't teach is how to love,
how to behave when in love,
how to be loved and love others in return.
Such things, such little things are so great,
because we live for love one way or the other;
we live for a smile.
Happy are we when our beloved smiles, too.
These are the things that are beautiful,
truly beautiful.
But! There is more to it; you see,
no one is perfect and perfect is none,
yet we all do our very best.
mistake we are designed to do
and mistakes are the best teachers
from mistakes we learn
ultimately you make enough mistakes not to repeat it
and sometimes once is just enough
but my dearest you see
no one dare teaches us about how to behave during errors and mistake
because there is no right way
ashamed we feel
bury us in a hole now
may the earth crack open and swallow us
disappeared we all want to be
at such moment time is irrelevant
everything stops
and that moment repeats itself
over and over again
we are stuck in that loop
have we lost our minds you may wonder
no excuses you are an adult
you are not crazy just human
in a few years you will laugh it off
that's when you know
the best of us do make mistakes
but that shouldn't never stop you from loving
love with all you heart
that's what makes us humane
love with all your heart
because what is life without love?
whenever you fall down or make a mistake
do remember to apologize and be sincere
what are we if we don't have love?
intelligence doesn't separate us from the primitive beings
love does
all the greatest things in history were done in the name of love?
what will you do for love?
that is all for today
class dismissed
Form:
Button up, and strut,
grab the cane and the hat,
she’s got her favourite clutch and such,
who knows with girls and their pearls,
The lights shine bright,
the greasers start a fight,
but it’s Saturday, so it’s quite alright,
sittin in the club,
waitin for some grub,
grab a tab, we jab and josh and slosh,
The bass stands upright,
and so does the crowd,
she’s got that beaded dress fitting so tight,
curves singing out loud,
bunny hopping to beats,
and keeping that scotch real neat,
Hair up high, in a beehive,
oh behave darlin we’re daring to dance so close,
we got those air ride dreams of pure hope,
concept cars and velvet ropes,
let’s take it to the show,
We saved all week for a night like this,
a little shine, a little bliss,
didn’t take much cash to feel first class,
just a jukebox glow and a dance that lasts,
now the prices climb and the nights get thin,
but oh, we remember where we’ve been,
Beep boppin to the retro gaze,
it’s easy to look back in a lavender haze,
in Button Down Town, we shine what we’ve got,
pressed up dreams and a Saturday shot,
yeah, we lived it up proud,
in our button down crowd,
Beep boppin to the retro gaze,
it’s easy to look back in a lavender haze,
in Button Down Town, the nights felt long,
chrome bright hopes and a jukebox song,
yeah, the world spun slow
in that lavender glow,
We're in the foothills of Revolution Mountain
sharpening swords, packing black and white powder
everybody thinks they're getting the short end
the middle class clinging tight to what they have
the rich and powerful laughing from the high crag
the poor scrambling for just a chance at the scraps
religions colliding in a kaleidoscope of supremacy
cherry-stained hands praying for all the wrong reasons
an octopus of radicals tearing at the robe of democracy
Academia behind a snotty pedestal, igniting dissension
everybody plucking the eagle and stealing her eggs
all the while waving death banners in front of her face
condemning and demanding all in one selfish breath
let's get it on then and begin this filthy cleanse.
Time And Space
In the class rooms from the very first grade,
we played with trucks and toys in the sand box
We learned side by side to read, write, and do math
At recess, we took to the swings and merry go rounds
We were just boys, so far removed from becoming men
For a long while, it was simply about friendships and sports
At seventeen, separation began as I set sail in search of my new world
Years passed and opportunities knocked; the space between us stretched
No one told me how time and space would separate our lives
Some of us went North, searching for a better life in The Windy City
There were a few who stayed close to home, in their familiar South.
Dreaming of sweet fruits, some went East toward The Big Apple.
And me? I went every direction until settling West, where eagles nest.
No one told me how time and space would separate our lives.
From 2000 miles away, I have sadly gone to too many funerals.
Does knowing the ‘pain of distance’ make a difference? Only God knows.
From a distance, I have gladly returned for far too few family reunions.
For nearly forty years, from The Golden State, I have visited family and friends.
But I have been partitioned from friends, unseen since early childhood.
No one told me how time and space would separate our lives.
06092016 PS Contest, Distant Things, by John Lawless
She breezed into the hardware store in a cloud of Chanel No. 5. With her coiffured hair and upper-class accent she was not the usual type of customer that we were accustomed to.
“Can I help you madam” I asked
“I want some sex” she replied
I was somewhat taken aback
I’m sorry madam, I said, but this is not the type of establishment that provides ‘sex’
“My neighbour says I can get excellent sex here” she retorted “and I want sex right now!” She exclaimed
At this stage I was feeling a little uncomfortable but I had to remember that the customer is always right
The owner’s son mends sewing machines I told her, and he gives them a good service and oils their squeaking parts, but I don't think ‘sex’ is part of his usual service
"NO! NO! NO!" you stupid girl she spat
"I want good strong ‘sex’, you know the thing …black plastic sex to put my garden rubbish in"
It was then that the penny finally dropped and blushing scarlet I lead her to the area where the black rubbish sacks were kept.
Total fiction write!
N/A in Premier Contest No 15 Sponsored by Skat A - judged on 1/29/18
Submitted to January stunner 2018
Sponsored by Line Gautheir
07-10-17
In the cages at the zoo they crowded around each other
A million milling from father to brother
All speaking in a babel a million languages
From clicks and keyboard clacks to switches and bandages
A group is seen on a higher levee
They understand all, the interpreters you see
While some lower below compiles the dictionary
That translates to what is used by the assembly
A little farther around a table three Gs sit
they’re a python a Ci and Jav a’ Script
Sadly they discuss an end to their spec-ial woes
And thus the weird discussion goes
We hear the Ci talking first wheezing (he’s old)
What do you think makes girls so cold
To us our relationships’ are no success
And that’s the principal source of distress
Well as for me a girl who can’t commit
(Python interjects) I can’t have here cos she’s a git
And by the way Ci you need to have some class
There are some social functions you should pass
(An argument ensues)
Well I’m not the one who treats them like objects
That’s why they hate you, the Ci interjects.
And Jav a’ Script forget all the hype
You really need to settle on a type
Jav retorts, You’re the ones behaving slack
When they leave you simply call them back
Console them too if they cry
Be prepared to catch them if they try
Ah yes the man who always rejects
The promises he promised, (Python interjects)
(A lull in the storm, they begin to examine others)
Assembly’s got to make himself understood
Most of what he says goes under the hood
Swift’s got to slow down and not dart around
and Vue needs to react to their sound
There’s a theory I’d like to test
Says Python (although it’s half in jest)
If we work together as a unit
Then maybe we’ll be able to git one init?
And have mocha babies like Sinon no thanks
I’d rather throw myself on the express
Outside the cage the label reads
An endangered species with special feeds
Only pizza and soda strictly junk
For the whacky programmers inside this hunk
Sorry to say but you may regret it
Cause only programmers will read this and get it
The Blackpool donkeys have given up
they have boarded jumbo jets
to be emotional support animals
for those lesser angels
that protect us wingless fliers.
They have opted out.
Once they used to plod from Blackpool pier
half a mile up, half a mile back,
day after day,
carrying kids and also others
that drank beer as they heavily jogged along
their thighs clapping sore ribs.
In a dulled daydream the donkeys moved
with downcast eyes,
backs spavined from gleeful bums and knees.
The sound of swishing waves
lulling eventually
into a sea-green batch of somnambulates.
When they could carry no more -
some were trucked away
to be neglected unto death.
Now the donkeys have retired themselves,
have changed form.
When not flying business class
they surfboard in Hawaii,
their Bermuda shorts billow widely
as if tailored for four-legs.
Those that once rode them
on that uncultured British beach,
now take river cruises
to the more refined European cities
and hardly ever see a donkey,
but if they do
I hope that for a moment
they feel a knobby spine
again bruising their sophisticated
time-worn tight bottoms.