Long Crayons Poems
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Scribbling with amber-colored crayons,
time scrawls sepia on ancient rocks.
And ocher and orange canyon walls
rise above bushes wearing dust frocks.
Flora and fauna are left behind
serpentine rapids swallow the ground.
And white-water murmurs ricochet
off cliffs that echo the slightest sound.
Sentinels, sculpted by wind and rain,
create a maze full of twists and turns.
And embedded crystals of pure quartz
make monoliths sparkle; as day burns.
Red tints the Colorado River
shades of scarlet, where rusty rocks bleed.
And crimson waters rush to the sea,
grinding gorges at a breakneck speed.
A star-studded sky of twinkling lights
forms a backdrop for a pocked-faced moon.
And ebony spills into the chasm,
encasing all in a black cocoon.
(Quatrain)
2/23/2017
Amidst shattered hues, they stay alive,
Broken crayons, yet they thrive.
Purple persists in its royal grace,
Pink too, in its delicate embrace.
Shorter, yes, and somewhat marred,
Yet each color, its essence unscarred.
A tapestry woven, albeit frail,
In their imperfection, they unveil.
Awkward they feel, in a trembling hand,
Difficult to sharpen, to understand.
Yet in their struggle, a lesson learned,
To cherish each moment, each color earned.
Through the scribbles and the lines,
A masterpiece, against all confines.
A star awarded, a testament true,
In every stroke, their resilience anew.
An A+ gleams, a testament bright,
In the world of hues, they shine with might.
For in their fractures, a beauty found,
Broken crayons, still coloring profound.
36 pencils
only 4 with erasers
they belong to the smart kids
you know....the one's
who take no chances.
Scattered crayons
mostly broken by those
who claim the color as their own
pressing it deeply
into a lonely corner
of the page.
Rulers
most commonly used as drumsticks
or to resolve a pirates fate.
Maps of a world
outside the Ghetto gates
faraway places
to tantalize a waking mind
taunt adventurous feet.
Classroom windows
streaked with city soot
the creak of floors
long past arthritic pain.
New hands holding
the hope of old books.
Children - blank slates
unsullied minds
awaiting the beauty
of knowledge.
What Will We Teach Them?
1/28/2021
I hope the Supreme Court grants me immunity.
For the times I chased my brother around the room,
Or when the crayons erupted across the wall,
The time I ate all the treats.
Maybe I can appeal my mom's conviction,
And they'll reverse her decision.
I won't have to stand in a corner at all!
Better for me to know in advance.
Will my immunity last,
During my childhoods advance?
I can plan ahead.
No matter what my parents say!
To make chaos,
Make it last all day!
Come on Supreme Court,
What do you say?
Can I have my way?
No warning, in the house a silence fell,
pitch darkness, and the minutes slowly passed,
how long this cut would last no-one could tell.
Match sparked, the flame flickered, a spell was cast
the amber light was filled with visions past.
The smell of warm wax peeled away the years
to Reigate school, Miss Leggett's class, midday,
the noonday sun blazed bright and playtime neared
so time to put our drawing things away,
school milk gulped down, and rushing off to play.
Warm crayons in a box on windowsill,
the sides speckled with marks when taken out,
a pleasing smell that lingers with me still
token of what my childhood was about.
Power back, candle and memory blown out.
19th February 2018
For contest 'The scent of baking bread...', sponsor Sara Kendrick
I start out by looking around the room
And thinking what if the clock ran down the stairs
Jumped out the window and landed on the calendar?
What if the scissors got angry with the crayons?
Would there be a massacre?
Would my muse name it?
My muse wakes up upon hearing her name.
She is persnickety and wants to change most of my words.
Adding way too may clever, fun, exciting, silly, wonderful delicious adjectives.
She has two assistants now - Pixie and Drixie,
And they jump in the fray…..
Pixie starts flipping the calendar pages and Drixie takes a hammer to the clock.
Trixie’s bad mood makes us all laugh.
She thinks she is head muse, but I have the weird idea that it is me.
Special offer for forbidden fruit two for the price of one
Discounted pleasure until ultimate stock clearance lasts
Adam’s apples included
Unisex versions available
Sustainable and organic
Nails and planks for the eye flat-packed easy to assemble
Build your own bloody cross instructions included for free
Whips for self-flagellation
Strictly for over 18’s only
Change water into whine
Serpent skin negligees and rings for nipples and manhood
See-through loin cloths for aspiring Buddhas handmade in hell
Mount pleasant meets fig tree
Biodegradable Lotus blossoms
Kamasutra deflowering guaranteed
Eider ducks in a row and Noah’s Arc for foaming bath tubs
Pull the plug on solitude and play Eros full steam ahead
Rubber dolls with vacuum function
Touch Mahal at the press of a button
Mandala and kind Karma on the spot
Meanwhile Hey Judas blasts sounds through supermarket isles
As encouragement for a little temptation at the bread counter
Self-rising yeast and sugar watchtowers
Lick away your sins until kingdom comes
With crispy pretzels from Salt Lake City
Nihilist colouring books on display no glossy crayons needed
Agnostic wet dreams wrapped in silk brassieres and braces
The end is nearer than the cashier
A reaper tills luscious fields of plenty
Until blinders fall under a heavy load
30th December 2019
Shape Of The Nation (an oval precaution)
News outlets draw the line at racism
Pencil gray, color blind and crayons ready
Fantasies replace triangles, circles and square deals
Pentagons, hexagons, octagons where born to serve
Here today gone tomorrow with the curve
Will never shape up to political correctness
Or move into the oval office in any way shape or form
The people saw dangling chads in Florida
Hanging like spots before their eyes
Circular, uncounted votes remembered
Dots drop like spots before their eyes
May have to be recounted once again this November
News paper lines run up and down with lies
This election season is no less political
Etched like Escher paintings
Stairs that go up and down for no reason
There are 2 parallel lines aligned side by side
Redundant on the horizon as simple black stripes
With a vertical one joined at the middle
At the center of attention to form an “H”
For Hilary rising
A female that Mr. "T" calls crooked
Emails can not be erased by media twists
Even with BleachBit
It is a simple precaution though
To roll into the oval office
*Note:
(A Link to Escher works of art)
http://www.bing.com/search?q=escher+paintings&qs=HS&pq=escher+&sc=8-7&sp=2&cvid=9E3983FDB1E54B90BAE4130918F3D096&FORM=QBLH
She built castles out of cardboard
She built castles in the mud
She built castles using blankets
With an imagination that I loved
She built castles made of Play-Doh
Drew castles on the Etch-a-Sketch
She built castles at the sea shore
Using seashells I would fetch
She drew castles with her crayons
And sometimes using finger paint
When I took her to see a real one
My little girl did nearly faint
When we got the bad news from her doctors
And tears welled up in our eyes
She said, “It’s going to be okay, Daddy
I’ll just go to the castle in the sky”
I remember my little Princess and how the castles she did love
And when we are reunited, we will live in that castle up above
Written and posted on 1/30/2014 for Shadow's Castle Contest
~No Matter If You Are Black or White~
Nor, if you are yellow or brown...
God does see, all the good and bad we do!
He and only He, will grant you an Eternal Crown.
Children, marching in hate parades??
While Mom rewards them with cool Gatorade??
Satan has for them a hot, eternal, spade!
We are not the colors of crayons, look at our skin.
A wonderful variance in colors, to love and have
respect in!
But the horrid mix of politics and media, needs
division, to create a Communist state.
So they will rule your ultimate, human fate!
Do not fall for racial ploys, to destroy your nation!
Hate is just a free, all paid trip to Hell's great nation.
An eternity of pain and suffering for pleasurable
nights of looting, free, destructive sensations!
5/12/2021
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