Long Concourse Poems
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Witnessed a robbery take place yesterday
As incredulous as this may seem
Was sitting in the food court at the local mall
Happily minding my own business
When all of a sudden I hear this guy ranting and raving
Slamming his leather bag down on one of the tables
Marching over to the coffee stand
Which had an assortment of sandwiches and drinks
Displayed in front which were accessible to the customers
Proceeds to pick up a sandwich and a bottle of juice
And goes storming off into the mall concourse
Without paying, yaking incoherently as he goes
People just sat there dumbfounded
Wondering what the hell just happened
We all witnessed this act take place
None of us reacted or believed what we just saw
Now this was either a looney toons type guy
Not responsible for his strange behaviour
Or a very clever, creative crook
Making us think he was looney toons
Assuming the average person wouldn't react
Enabling him to get away with this unimpeded
He was later apprehended by mall security
But we never did find out the whole story
Hmmm! Pretty creative I must say
If indeed it was a preconceived masterful plan
© Jack Ellison 2014
My eyes rose to the Moon tonight
with thoughts of you when we first met;
remembered how we tried to feel
bound close, though a ridge between us set.
Extensive miles 'tween us, for sure-
when you enlisted in the Corps,
but every night, our eyes would touch-
while Moon glow formed its open door.
This kept our closeness filled with love
since we, as two, would feel like one.
Combining eyes and bonded thoughts-
extending, blending, it was spun.
Oh, yes, the Moon, our concourse formed,
where we could meet, keep lit our glow,
until once more you could come home-
our Moon stoked fires for us below.
—wThis Thing Called Aging
1All day, no, far more nearly for 2 years,
I have been thinking I have had
Enough of being old, being
Pleasant about this form of present:
I have had enough of this aging task.
I wish to go back— not, no, not
Return to my troublesome youth.
No returning, please,but, perhaps,
A re-setting of some physical,
.Dimensional clock, just as springtime
Returns every year and the perennials
Re-grace us all around, splendidly,
Their petals unscarred.
I will concede to grayed hair, even to
These painful bones, but I want
To hand in how I drop every 3rd
Thing I touch, misplace every 3rd
Thing I set down, or take a fall every 3rd
Outing I dare. How it goes on
That I must ask help to stand,
To lift, to fetch, to set down, to plan.
As decades passed, perhaps I gained
Some wisdom, tho now must pray
Daily for strength. And even if
I cannot travel anymore, I retain
A universe of unknowns - by Faith - in
Views from my soul, for which
I need not squint or lean in closer
To the turning pages...
I was a ballet dancer in my youth.
I miss in this aging, the liquidity
Of motion, and I give apologies
For my neediness, and also give
Thanks for this continuing life...
Not ballet, but a tango with language,
And a promenade with my dreams:
This concourse of wishing traverses
A decrepit, wooden bridge failing
Its hold over a river of inconsequence.
And, next time these desires consume
A further day, I shall laugh,
Just as aging will have taught me to do.
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sally young-Eslinger2020 (c)
There is a hole in the earth
It lays in the west far from the city crowds.
It is the berth of forest and wildwood
It is majestic in its watery discourse
It is where the earth's crust met the sky
Conjoined and shared their distinct elements
Where mountains reached upwards to their destiny
Yet was besieged and shaped by this kismet
Divined and immersed with the waters of life
A contest of perfect union
Pitting the magnitude of years of conflict and resolution
A saga birthing a new landscape
A masterpiece of colors and substance to behold
And in this concourse of creation has evolved
All that is worthy for those who perceive its' artistry
Tis the profound worship for love and beauty
For all that appreciate its perfection
Ah! For the good old days when flying was a breeze!
When one could check a bag and board a plane with ease.
Now, air travel has all the charms of a stagecoach ride.
'Tis more than the beleaguered traveler ought to abide!
With great trepidation I ordered a ticket thro' my computer.
(And with my feeble computer skills, I could have used a tutor!)
Tho' my final destination was Philadelphia, Pennsylvania,
I feared I'd strike the wrong key and end up in Lithuania!
Before you can even fly those friendly, pristine skies,
You must bear a humiliating search by the security guys.
I had to remove my belt and shoes, thus adding to my woes,
Since I wore a pair of holey sox, exposing my corny toes!
A soda and a stale bag of pretzels is now the usual fare.
A lady regaled me about her operations, adding to my despair!
And wouldn't you know it, the plane parked at Concourse A;
I had ten minutes to get to Concourse C, one half mile away!
Round and round went the carousel - I had a sinking sensation.
Sure enough, my bag was missing, adding to my frustration!
Fiddle faddle and fiddle sticks! I'm tired of all this fuss;
Next time I travel, I'm taking a Greyhound bus!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Besotted winged pollinators
roistering barrage drowned
amidst general insectivorous cacophony
indistinct auditory signals communicated
intermingled with bounteous wafting fragrance
midwifed edenic floral pullulation
sensate admixture viz colored spectrum
amidst unrehearsed extemporaneous
orchestral suite bedded lambs
amorous ewe man like bleating songs
nature all aflutter actively socially vociferating
profuse living color rainbow pastiche
teeming soundgarden smorgasbord
cornucopia ignites mordent Utopian aural swath
visual vistas stilling spellbinding
spilling riotous carpeted web
uniting doubting Thomas's existentialism
despite unanswered queries
asper diverse modalities each specie evolved
to survive despite countervailing destructive forces
generating plethora pandemonium ironically
promulgating harmonic exemplary convergence
Highland Manor concourse aflame with new life
parented by instinctive imprimatur anonymous patents
now genetic mapping usurped with untold outcome
analysis bred crispr discovery Earthlings fiddling
glorifies honied indemnity Judeo-Christian kudos
leaves of grass kudzo resistance mutation immunizes
biosphere once prolific differentiation shrinks
becoming monocultural setting virtual stage
catastrophe plus food shortage would become
global debacle predicated, sans virulent
viral and/or bacterial strain renting asunder
tripwire unspooling delicate webbed whirl
already widely compromised more so
since Rachel Carson wrote Silent Spring
*****sapiens population explosion
pits profligate predilections planet Earth in extremis
dire crisis cavalierly dismissed humans
in hot pursuit racking up superfluous wealth
dirty deeds done dirt cheap - tricking
mother nature, who will unwittingly
spring scrumptious feeding off scrimmage
forcing capitulation or total extinction
meanwhile fostering long tall floral inflorescence
a composite having sessile flowers
apiary abuzz, cuz queen bee
can no longer wax bereft of royal jelly.
They all pranced through some broad-like avenue
and they've placed apart from each other's course
proved they stood full of airs and graces view
from cameras balanced by those they knew
endmost part of the resplendent concourse
Those cut-and-dried to flick those cameras
for the whole world's glimpse with covetous stares
furthered their verve-like, polyamorous
stayed flamboyance and maintained glamourous
those who've known, curved away their classic glares.
They've prolonged the night, they danced, fancy pants,
on stage, showboating like catamarans
him, up-market tux, her, something from France
news crews grew silent, now they had no chance
when finance asked, they became stammerers.
Gone Hollywood, have we, fashionable
they'd be high falutin' like Fig Newton
Nick Nack Paddy Whack give that dog a loan
his old man, "La-Di-Da", a rollin' Stone!
Man-o-man, how do you guys put it on?
Nouveau riche, --hardly, old money, --never
pretentious finance witnessed and confirmed
how can they survive, leave it to wander
or perhaps it could be dumped to wonder
still, they curved away, with chuckling affirmed.
Nonetheless, leave it to them, there's something
right or wrong, hear their song, da-da-da-DA!
Be this black-and-white world so defining
"Imagine all the people," imaging
the creme de la creme and the la-di-da.
Concourse "C"
Part three
Directions printed from Map Quest
meant only for one way
confused three tired travelers
driving to Delaware late one day
Leaving Kennedy
heading towards ninety five
they pass the on-ramp quickly
High,
they never saw the sign.
The wrong direction they head for miles
in this city of high steel and concrete.
Time passed, traffic slowed
weather turned from rain to sleet
Through the city they drive in circles
passing buildings already seen
hitting every red light for miles
given no chance for speed
Over bridges & underground tunnels,
like rats scrambling through a maze
they're lost somewhere in Brooklyn
and have been half the day.
Jared Pickett
1/22/06
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Whispering Angel: Strength of the Babes
Blubbering baby, newborn to this Earth
Tell me why you wail and blubber at birth?
Could you be afraid of this Earthly Circus?
Well, don’t be afraid and don’t be nervous.
I shall hold your hand, so don’t be anxious.
We are all on Earth for a higher purpose.
Even if we feel that the world is against us
Even if we face a most daunting concourse
Even if we think that the task is enormous,
...perhaps all these things are sent, and meant, to test us.
Let us hum a tune, to the angels, in chorus.
Look up to the skies; to the Heavens above us.
I shall be your guide - just keep calm, and focus.
Hold on to this faith, and you shall be joyous.
Even if you feel that some men are monstrous
Even if you face that foe - mischievous
Even if you think that it's all mysterious,
…be cautious to be curious at a world that is so curious.
Sometimes you may fail, and sometimes victorious.
Journeys that you make may at times be dangerous.
I am by your side in all storms tempestuous.
Never give up hope; just stride on courageous.
Even if it seems that the paths are perilous
Even if you face a road most treacherous,
Even if you think the ways of men outrageous,
...take care to be precocious, for the gift of life is precious.
I shall let you in on a secret about Jesus,
How to seem poor and yet be prosperous.
Don’t ever hold back in being too generous.
Forgive all bad friends, and even bad neighbours.
Even though betrayed by that man, called Judas
Even though they swapped Him for that thief, Barabbas
Even though they nailed Him to that Cross, still conscious,
...men still remain oblivious ...though the Truth is quite obvious.
Blubbering baby ...sleep on then in peace.
I shall watch over you - I shall your Journey ease.
Dedicated to Nancy B (born Autumn 2016)
Above the highest mountains of grandeur
Gracing fertile valleys of great worth
Wings a heavenly message most urgent
For all inhabitants of the earth
A message with evangelical wings
That yields neither to despot nor king
Exposing mortals' nefarious sins
Threatening earthly shenanigans
A message that strikes with dynamic force
Against evil's quest for flagrant wrongs
Will not crumble before motley concourse
Immune to injustice's deadly thorns
Message spoken by a prophet of old
Sets forth a noble and worthy goal
Writes a profound message with heart and soul
What humanity is to uphold
The message from above to humankind
Speaks of justice, doing what is right
Loving mercy, a grace gift most profound
And walk humbly with God in His light
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Inspired by the Old Testament Prophet
Micah 6:8, "He has shown you,
O mortal, what is good, And what does the
LORD require of you But to do justly, To
love mercy, And to walk humbly with your God. (NIV)