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I had never been in a house before but about a week ago I fell onto a straw hat, and rode her into the house. The straw hat was not edible, so I tried to get comfortable in a small sewing box, but I kept running into pointy things after I burrowed in, and they hurt. Ouch!
Next I climbed up a green wall and sat in a glow-bulb. This bulb went from cool, to warm, to hot, to unbearably hot in a short amount of time, so I climbed out of the glow fixture and made a slow methodical climb down onto a bed where sat a cloth doll. She looked nice and cozy, but on first bite I knew this was not something I could latch onto and enjoy.
I soon discovered a yipping thing. My cousin had told me about dogs. It looked promising, but I knew I would have to wait until the yipping thing was asleep. I salivated as I thought about how tasty a dog is reported to be. It seemed to take hours for the dog to go to sleep. Delightfully tasty my cousin had said, but have you ever tried to take a bite of curly thick fur? After six tries I gave up.
A large snoring giant was next to the yippy thing. I had heard about giants, but I had never burrowed into one. It took me almost all night to go from the feet to the head. Once at the giant’s scalp, I burrowed in, and it was delightful. A taste of paradise. Shangri-La!
Luckily, I was not discovered for three glorious days; best vacation I ever had. A feast for the gods, and I could eat whenever I wanted until a few minutes ago when the giant did a tick check, and found me. I was promptly put onto a soft white fluffy thing. I am right now taking a raft ride down a swirling river. A fabulous week! I would recommend this to everybody!
A no answer machine
Our basic instincts are to find love and run through the woods.
From the tree’s we climb down to walk like a man;
No longer on all fours.
Now we do not need to give thanks, for the food we have;
We deserve to be full.
All beautiful art fades eventually,
As we all become too dull.
No more to say…
I let it all just slide away.
Nothing will be relevant on the final day.
Keeping up with the Joneses;
Mobile phones are diseases.
Conversation is dead;
Only speak if it pleases.
Couple’s councilor, I could not manage to go.
So come or go, or let me go, if you think that I would care.
Love is not amazing anymore,
I would say it is just so, so.
Why would I bother speaking to you, when you are no longer there?
Phone on silent;
She is a no answer machine.
No reply necessary;
The end of the dream.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
The Cemetery of Myths as Inverted Paradise
in the cemetery of myths where the dead dance alive on graves,
dictatorial faces smile with their teeth of freedom,
the blind sun illuminates the darkness with its radiant blindness,
the tails knot themselves in straight spirals that climb down always.
the lethargic devils tame fury with their gentle heavy violence,
to women pretzels adorn their necks with chains of warm air,
it sweetens the pickle with the acidity of bitter sweet sugar,
to your gang mouth it sings silence with clear silent howls.
the mature university kiss studies primitive instinct with science,
the evening of barbaric pleasure civilizes wildness with crude education,
the ancestors of fate predict the past of the future that will not have been,
friends like slaughtered lambs hunt wolves with their bloody gentleness.
the parrots witnesses of color from the sun speak phosphorescent blackwhites,
the pollution of the heart purifies the air with its transparent toxic smoke,
the bread of square teeth chews hunger with its empty satiety,
your itch becomes my bed of nails on which I sleep deeply.
it is a playful modest plowing field sowing chaos in ordered rows,
your unique meaning multiplies in its dense collective loneliness,
myths die being reborn in the cemetery of their eternal dead life,
the dictatorships of freedom chain us in our prisoner emancipation!
Boots crushing frosted grass-blades,
sun still an ember to the east,
clad head-to-toe in blaze orange
as I climb into the tree stand.
Strap myself in, high on this perch,
gaze over misty fields, half-cut,
nothing out yet but birds, squirrels,
background chittering for music.
Two long hours of dull silence,
read my book to try and pass time,
then a dun, brown shape…a doe!
shift my rifle upwards and scan.
There, stepping out, addled with lust,
a buck, not a young one either,
with loose skin and knobby antlers,
trots slowly after the young doe.
I pick up my call, make a bleat,
buck’s head shoots up and glare towards me,
put my sites behind the shoulder,
pull back until the gun speaks, loud.
He jolts, and sprints ten seconds, falls,
the does takes off for the woods.
Deep breaths to calm my pounding chest,
field falls quiet once again.
My freezer will be full this year,
no factory farms or hormones,
wild-caught meat for the family,
some choice cuts, the rest to grind.
Climb down to start the messy part.
The aliens with purple hair
are invading from another world
even though their hair might be
fluorescence
deep
their ideology is
shallow
The seeds are sown
Tic
Toc
And through time your bloom
of freedom will grow
but will the expense be paid
by the blood of me?
open your mind and let us in
listen to the stories we tell
climb down from your mountain
the mountain
you stand upon
staring down as you judge
so come down
stand upon the even ground
and see what I see
instead of bringing the darkness
the darkness of storm clouds
covering the light
the darkness of storm clouds
covering the past
it`s downpour
falling upon all buried souls
it`s lightning flashes
shattering the walls of imagination
there`s a saying that can unite humanity
[if you care to heed]
“an eye for an eye leaves the world blind”
So open your blind eyes
And don`t be guided by
those that molded your mind
Can you understand?
or
do you need me to take
you by the hand
don`t take me hostage to
your prejudices
don`t enslave me by
your ideology
Our differences we can live a compromise
With a little understanding
this life we all can share as one
and travel down the road together
but
The alien with purple hair
drives a wedge into our souls
Wanting me to live life
down upon bended knee
Leaving me to feel like
humanity is standing
at the crossroads
Do you ever feel like the world's a tuxedo
And you're a pair of brown shoes?
Have you ever felt you had two left feet?
Or the ship's already left for the cruise?
Please take heart, we've all been afflicted
At one time or another in our lives
There are those who appear a lot worse off
They forget to wear pants when they drive
There ain't no cure for this strange affliction
Embarrassing as hell, heaven knows
Walking across the floor at the prom
With your dress tucked up in your hose
Out for a walk, met my cranky old boss
He was taking his dog for a stroll
Chatted and then after saying good luck
Turned and smacked into a pole
Or when you attend a Halloween party
You're the only one dressed up in the room
Then you realize it was a black tie affair
But you're dressed like a pregnant baboon
Just dig a deep hole and climb down inside
Hope nobody notices you're gone
Don't come out until four in the morning
Slink home by the first light of dawn
© Jack Ellison 2012
Away on a rooftop,
No ladder I see.
Somehow must have fallen,
I'm stuck now, poor me!
I climbed up to rescue,
My neighbor kid's ball.
When I went to climb down,
No ladder at all!
It's a hot summer's day,
The sun's roasting me.
My neighbors are working,
Now I have to pee.
My cell phone's in the house,
(Where else would it be?)
So I can't call for help,
Will someone see me?
It seemed it took hours, but
In reality,
Only minutes passed by,
"Til I was set free.
As I sat on the roof,
Contemplating life,
I see the new mailman,
An end to my strife.
"Please help me," I shouted.
"My ladder is gone.
Thank heavens you came by,
I'd be here 'til dawn."
"No problem," he replied.
"I want you to jump.
I promise I'll catch you.
You won't feel a bump!"
"Are you flipping crazy?"
I asked in dismay.
"Without a good ladder,
That's the only way."
Counting one, two and three,
I jumped to his arms.
He kept me from falling,
and coming to harm.
"Thank you! Thank you!", I gushed.
As we caught our breath.
"You surely saved me from
Embarrassing death."
We found that darn ladder,
Knocked over some how.
No more climbing on roofs,
Is my solemn vow.
The Visitors of the Fall
Some people don't climb down into your pit to lend a warm hand,
they come only to measure with their gaze how deep the tar has you crammed,
they lean over the edge of your abyss like crows made out of mist,
and count with cold glass eyes how many wounds burn on your face, unkissed.
They come with lanterns snuffed to see you, not to light your way,
their footsteps on the rim of your grave write only smoke and dust that stray,
their smile is a counterfeit coin tossed into the well of your pain,
their compassion — a parchment the tooth of time gnaws through again.
They make certain you have fallen hard enough, sunk deep enough down,
so you'll never catch up with them along their circular road around,
their happiness is a crooked scale that tips only when you break,
they breathe relieved to see that in your chest just shattered glass you rake.
But my mourning visitors don't know, my frozen crows of sleet,
that from the bottom of the pit the sky looks cleaner and more sweet,
that the earth which swallowed me whole is the same that feeds the wheat,
that from the broken root the stream springs back, more stubborn in its beat.
My fall has been a school where they have never set a single foot,
I've learned to make a ladder out of darkness, flight from stone and soot,
every humiliation stitched me up inside with thread of fire,
every eye that watched me falling honed my outline sharper, higher.
And when I rise up from the pit — not crawling, but mast-straight and tall,
I will not seek them out to hurl the stones that burn in me at all,
I'll pass them by the way a river passes by its silent shore:
too whole to count who wished to see me at the bottom anymore.
Today I stopped to smell a rose
And got a fairy in my nose.
She buzzed her little fairy wings
She kicked and punched and other things.
It kind of tickled as she fought
But all her struggling was for naught.
Like glue my boogies held her there
Her tiny frame lodged in my nare.
Some pixie dust she threw therein
And though she tried, she could not win.
It turns out I’m allergic, see
To all that dust she threw on me.
I hacked and coughed and then I wheezed
I snorted, sniffled…even sneezed
And yet despite those awful fits
Up in my nose, the fairy sits.
A nasal home where she must stay
Until she figures out a way
to climb down and my nostril breach…
She’s just too deep for me to reach.
So next time when you hear them say
to smell the roses on your way,
Recall the fairy in my sniffer
And know that my advice may differ.
05/01/15
My Child My Child by Laura Delacroix
As I stand under the large Willow Tree
with outstretched arms in case you need me
Wasn't it yesterday when you were so small
Now you stand up so tall
I see you stand there with your head hung low
Just waiting for the next hurting blow
How can I explain the pain wont last
you need to look up and forget the past
I sit and watch the pain on your face
wishing I could just take your place
When I see that you are in despair
and that you really don't even care
I remember you up in that tree
peeking through so you can see me
It seems as though clouds block your view
you think that nobody cares or loves you
But my child you see I have loved you since before you were born
but I truly can see how you are torn
But listen to me child this is only a part
You have your whole life ahead
this is just a small start
If you believe in yourself half as much as I believe in you
you could see through the clouds there is so much left to do
What is it child you are hiding from
Reach Out Reach Out and grasp for the sun
The world awaits for you to explore
all you need to do is open that door
Now climb down child into my open arms
I cannot shield you from the worlds harm
What I can offer is to cradle you like when you were small
Let God raise you up so you can stand tall
I cherish the times I see you smile
I haven't seen that in awhile
They say you have to accept the things you cannot change
i just have no idea how to re-arrange
the way my heart hurts while when you are in pain
I know your potential and what you have to gain
So please my child raise your head high
uplift your arms up to the sky
Please tell your mom you will be ok
that you can see the light of a brand new day
Just close your eyes and see me
standing there under the big willow tree
Ready to catch you if you may fall
praying to God you can just stand tall
Just face your fears that's all you can do
and remember I will always love you
I might not be the mom of the year
but know my child I will always be here
Now come my child pull yourself out of those clouds
when you do we will all be so proud
Happy is what we want you to be
as you are up there in that big Willow tree
look down look down and your loved ones you will see......