Long Criss Poems
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CRISS-CROSS PIVOT -GRAND SLAM
. First Set
. love all
. first serve
. clean ace
. first game
. to love
. I’m inspired
. shot selection
. spot on
. hit line
. each time
WHITEWASH
. second set
. first serve
. double fault
. opponent rallies
. fights back
. tie break
. five seven
. third set
. take tumble
. call physio
. Retire Hurt
. Hello Stranger
. stolen glances
. eyes meet
. smiles returned
. stories shared
. laugh freely
. curious wonder
. common passions
. finish sentences
. seek company
. growing together
. trust mutual
. always there
. we're together
. FRIENDS
. often apart
. missed calls
. ring voicemail
. replies delayed
. forgotten birthdays
. silences misheard
. familiar assumed
. doubt grows
. changes resented
. drifting apart
. pathways diverge
. awkward silences
. different values
Thanks Goodbye
there’s a special little door
at the bottom of our street
that only can be seen
by those with dancing feet
for those not in the know
it’s just a wall of bricks
but you should see what happens
in response to soft shoe kicks
there’s a little misty shimmer
then a transparent space
and suddenly you’re through
to fat sam’s dancing place
a multi dimensional happening
lodged between hyper spatial nodes
or just in plain english
a dimensional criss cross roads
you can dance a hoochie
with an alien life form
bipedal hominoids
are here just not the norm
they are dancing on the ceiling
on all the walls and floor
at fat sam’s dancing place
up and down don’t matter any more
the room stretches on for ever
yet really its so small
if fact some of us think
it isn’t really there at all
oh i’m in seventh heaven
rocking to an alien rave
when push comes to shove
i’m just a jive addicted slave
when its time to leave
just thinking it does the trick
the slightest little tremor
and you’re outside that wall of brick
sometime i even wonder
if things are as they seem
or is it just a fantasy
and i am in a dream
fat sam’s dancing place
where alien life forms meet
thrugh that special little door
at the bottom of our street
Light blue sky bathed in sunlight
ultraviolet flirting the deep blue sea
strolling shorelines of lazy beaches
feeling the touch, women lying in bikini.
polka dots, some neon green and orange
criss-cross strings on bare almond skin
ripples of desire towering on high waves
waist poised perfect in bikini paper-thin
absorbing curvatures amidst little shells
on slender thighs, staring eyes freeze
convex sand dunes ignite fun in the sun
with scent of beer in pollen-filled breeze.
Bikini blossoms color the tanned silver beach
two pretty pieces reveal an alluring seduction
A tsunami of pleasure, the teeny weeny dress
In the Eden of apples, it's forbidden temptation.
Party Plans
Search Recipes
Prepare Cook
Space Tables
Unfold Chairs
Guests Arrive
Greet Mingle
Make Drinks
Serve Dinner
Enjoy Feast
Serve Cake
Goodbye
Guests Leave
Clear Tables
Stack Plates
Tired Sleep
Awake Yuck
Clean Kitchen
Wash Dishes
Stack Tables
Fold Chairs
Next Party
Order Out!
The first snowfall has arrived, carpeting natures grounds
Her pure virgin lay blows me away in total abound
The winters colours now hidden, no more ashen dulls and greys
For a marvel appears before me, I'm smiling on a winters day
Skeletal trees show promise, shadowed by topside white
In turn it allows the nighttime to show an element of bright
Rooftops now show like tiles amidst a background of black
Streetlights sharpen it's glow, for it's white shall never lack
I awaken the following morning to find her virginal lie now scathed
Footsteps of natures creatures criss-crossing their mental pave
Having witnessed the first snows of winter, shows another seasons here
Her tomorrows I look so forward to, to me she so endears
*~* For the "First Snowfall" contest *~*
LOVE led me to the entrance
A darkness I had never known
Raised by terror, fear shaped a story
That had overtaken and grown
....mental illness
When I first saw ahead
The very thing LOVE wouldn't allow me to escape
I argued with my LORD, til he presented the option I couldn't afford
I walked into a dark tunnel to finally face
...trust
Step by step I gave words to my assumption
As I gathered the last morsel of gumption
...to lift my leg
.....terror weighted my ankles
..............."MY LORD, WHAT IF......
Every concern silenced by LOVE
Just as trust settled my soul
HE wrapped me "criss-cross applesauce"
As my broken melted into HIS whole
...together we reign
That was ten years ago
And I find myself IN a similar place
Transformation has changed my stance
So that LOVE guides me as I walk with grace
....into the unknown KNOWN
There is no longer any fear
Like an embryo in the womb
I can hear LOVE's voice
And HE in me is the LIGHT in every room
I will come through
Because eternity shows, I'm already out
Though all the forces of fear wage war
LOVE will not enter into unbelief, fear, or doubt
From dark to light
The fallen are made right
From fear to LOVE
Humanity is yielded up
....in unison.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 9/22/2019
Try mumbo jumbo chicken gumbo soup saith dumbo
Yours truly an unfortunate hostage
within *****sapien zoo
presenting poetic hodge podge
and mish mash to you
looking for unwitting subject(s) to woo,
and albeit impossible mission) to free me,
where within human bondage I stew
more specifically mine personally
custom designed invisible
prison self made,
thus wishing to don persona
of such an éminence grise
as Jawaharlal Nehru,
and trumpet courteous helloo
before bidding kith and kin
and fellow humans permanent adieu.
When free and clear out of the blue
methinks I hear a voice
calling me matt chew
which intones do
please try a healthy dose - Mister Fitzhugh,
a Louisiana creole speciality touted
as psychological cureall within Hangzhou
capital of Zhejiang
sheng (province), China
where amidst bustling
businesses as usual
happens to live animated cartoon
caricature, whose modesty peddling
holistic and homeopathic
(interestingly enough) Asian Jew,
who many neighboring residents
thought semitic rapscallion
long in the tooth occupant loo
duck criss cause he exhibited inhibition,
essentially said reprobate a coward,
who didst udder moo
if you dear reader can bull leave,
hence nonestablishmentarian fella
in their (others) netview
hashtagged snake oil salesman
buzzfeeding gullible poo
courtesy legendary secret formula
comprising his mumbo jumbo
chicken gumbo soup,
our mutual friend Dumbo
doth heartily broker
entrancing kickstaring rendezvous
panacea as genuinely true
but aforenamed solitary wordsmith
also incorporates voodoo
to scare away mailer daemons
all the way to Xanadu
located (courtesy Google)
in the modern-day Zhenglan Banner
in inner Mongolia on southeastern edge
of the Mongolian plateau
The city founded as first capital
of Kublai Khan, the leader
of Mongol Borjigin clan
who founded Yuan dynasty that ruled
most of modern-day China,
Korea, and its surrounding areas.
If I had a pretentious brain
which acts faster than my heart
Maybe then,I would abhore this soul
which spreads freely through each verse
Maybe then I would impress you
with my intellectual grammar
and sophisticated words
I would scrutunize
each and every coma
dot and exclamationmark
believing I know best
But I would never let that happen
I'd rather stay at bay
Writing firstly with my mind
and not my heart
leads only to an asylium
within the being of myself
Poetry is my voice,my shadow
The sacred shrine of great escape
Each stored emotion processed
within a yesterday
Poetry is the inner of my existence
breathing softly,bleeding deeply
exploding in death,love
passion and romance
In every verse a whisper
a thought that I would scribe of
a silent cry expressed
Maybe in a tomorrow
you might pass by me
Tread your footstep on my ink
and spit saliva in my face
But maybe in a today
a broken -hearted fool stops by
to find comfort in my world
Maybe a prisoner,a tramp
an insane soul or outcast
would pick these scattered scribbles
and gather them as whole
Maybe through each criss-crossed puzzle
finds a narrow passage
which leads his faith to home
Maybe a little child
whose blissful giggles
depends on little words
would turn the dusty pages
of silly rhymes I penned
Rhymes which know the moons
stars,faries,and the magic land
Rhymes which know each fantasy
and how to be a friend
And maybe He would smile
Maybe He would laugh
Maybe He would dream
Maybe He would grow up to write
the most eloquent sonnet
there has ever been
Or maybe He would grow up
to write simple words
just like me
about daises or dandelions
and expressions to be free
I’ve always had the sneaking suspicion I’d never grow old.
I mean, when I was younger, I scribbled plans in a notebook.
Drew clumsy castles with blue marker and proclaimed loudly
that I’d own one one day.
But when you’re a kid, “old”’s just around your twenties,
miles away from that wooden gym floor and your friends
sitting criss-cross applesauce next to you.
Now I’ve got my license
- probably a prerequisite for castle ownership -
and I’ve driven those miles to that point
just to find it’s a cliff edge.
Every version of me - 8, 12, 16 -
echoes in the sigh of relief I breathe
when I see the drop-off ahead.
I used to be so scared of heights,
thoughts of rock-climbing would send my hands tingling
and my knees to weakening.
But this yawning chasm greets me like an old friend.
I've been here time and time again,
if only in imagination.
The wind blows softly at my back,
and if I close my eyes and follow its whims,
maybe my movements won’t be entirely my own.
Maybe I’ll have reason to fall.
The momentum conservation principle states that when objects interact,
the object pushed gains momentum from that with which it collides.
Sure, the wind’s not solid,
but maybe they’ll overlook that fact.
I’m sure doing my best.