Long Drainpipe Poems
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Down the drainpipe the water clanged,
flowing in loud torrents,
pit-ter-pat-ter the metal sang
a sad and sorrowful lament.
The sky had burst with tears of woe
and sparrow fled to nest.
The butterflies where did they go
when all of us sought rest?
So long, the earth was drowned in rain
that ducks swam on the lawn.
No dry beds, no solace from pain
just the pat-ter, forlorn.
Tears ran silent in sympathy
for the losses yet unknown.
Ah, for bright sunshine’s harmony
and kindnesses once shown.
Pit-ter-pat-ter the drainpipe plead,
on and on it muttered,
certainly, it was time it said
for kinder bread and butter?
Date: 9/26/11
Poet: D. Guzzi
Love laps at the shore of my heart.
Kinetically connected to kindness
my soul basks sumptuously in the
sunshine of creation.
All thoughts of bitterness dissolved
and washed away down the drainpipe
of despondency, mingling with misery
and disappearing from view.
All is as new. Blank page uncluttered
with the disarray of disillusionment.
Clean slate unsullied by the sullenness
of sulky solemnity.
Tradition tempered with tantalizing
innovation. History harmonized
with modish originality.
Awash with adoration of the sentient
I make a new vow of vociferous
worship to the universal source
of our invention - for the grace
of a God who loves unconditionally.
The architect of my soul.
The author of existence and the great
writer of this infinite infinity
called Life.
Let love always lap at the shores
of my heart. Make me part of
this new inception. Make me an instrument
of a new resounding peace -
a piece in the jig-saw of perpetuity;
A herald of an innovative message
of hopeful anticipation; a bearer
of the torch of tranquility.
To all the world - truce, treaty,
an armistice in Armageddon - Amen
The year is like a drainpipe
Gently sloping as we go
From new year resolutions
T’ward the winter’s dark and snow
We begin with such potential
Energy to fill our hearts,
Yet as we journey through the year
It’s full of stops and starts.
Modern day society
Is tipping up the pipe
Making us accelerate
In the dying of the light
But the year it is not linear
Time dies not come to an end
New Year’s Eve is not a stop!
At most it is a bend
A bend within the circle
As the year perpetuates,
Continues on eternally
It flexes and vibrates
Conformity discourages
Individual creation.
We live by routines, starts and stops
No individualisation.
As forward we all travel
Time is speeding as we go
The year becomes upended
December crushing down below.
When the days get shorter
Solstice marking Yule’s dark state,
The pressures pile upon us,
While we long to hibernate.
The chaos can be silenced
If you just reframe the view,
Of how we see this time of year,
And the stresses that ensue.
The expectations put on us
Demand that we react,
But this outdated rule has reached
The point we must redact.
We pile so much importance on
This time of dark and cold.
Take to your cave, slow down, relax,
It’s time now to be bold.
Push back against society,
The vulgarity of spend.
the world will keep on turning,
December is not the end.
the daffodil folk
by Michael R. Burch
to live among the daffodil folk...
slip down the rainslickened drainpipe...
suddenly pop out
the GARGANTUAN SPOUT...
minuscule as alice, shout
yippee-yi-yee!
in wee exultant glee
to be leaving behind the LARGE
THREE-DENALI GARAGE.
Published by Andwerve and Bewildering Stories as "escape!" This poem is about escaping from the rat race, urban sprawl, the military-industrial complex, the satanic mills of modern industry, and modern life in general. Keywords/Tags: Escape, Escapist, Escapism, Freedom, Fantasy, Surreal, Surrealism, Alice, Alice in Wonderland, Elf, Elves, Leprechaun, Leprechauns, Little Folk, Wee Folk, Sprite, Sprites, Pixie, Pixies, Fairy, Fairies
Longshanks drainpipe and whistle through the day.
pterodactyls got it easy in this wide-open sky,
they glide too far up to be real anymore.
The beady-eyed slinkers that wriggle under our plodding boots,
they also avoid the earthshaking heaviness of light sleepers.
Beyond the curtains, a plastic pelican
has got its bill and belly stuck on a satellite dish,
now we can only receive small-minded thoughts in a soup bowl.
Strong winds are disrupting sleep patterns,
static pictures can only take baby steps or crawly shuffles.
Leggy winds go out to play in front of green screens,
illusions, made to promote the good-looking and perky.
Every morning and evening, I happen to watch parrots,
A pandemonium always adorns my guava tree;
Each parrot seems unique, having its very quaint merits,
Like angelic souls, they seem in physique and psyche free...!
What a strong jambiya dagger curved bill! Vertical stance!
Green drainpipe pants-clad legs! Clawed zygodactyl stylish feet!
The parrots that visit my tree in green the scene enhance,
In a romantic mood, merrily my guavas they eat...!
Splendidly observing humans, parrots mimic their speech,
So melodious is their Tabor pipe trumpeting song;
Ballet-like they grip, grasp, and at the highest top they reach,
A craft of the master craftsman, they're happy all day long...!
In my melancholic moods, parrots lift my heart and soul,
In gracing the charm of the world, parrots play a great role...!!!
A bunny feasts on a clover patch
The Keurig moans
Almost as badly as me
Breakfast
Been eatin’ the same cereal
Since 1952 (slow eater)
The debate rages
Should I put on pants
Watch the news
Let the friggin’ cat in
I slurp the milk from the cereal bowl
Been doin’ it since
You know 1952
The banana is bruised
Looks like it fell down the stairs
Easy chew
The Keurig is calling for water
Cat’s meowing for food
Firefighters just rescued a squirrel
From a drainpipe
Some guy in Pennsylvania
Wants to buy my house
“a quick cash deal’
Big decisions comin’ up
Shave shower do laundry
Watch Gunsmoke
Where’s that remote
AsylumBlowup
Deep purple and pink Floyd you have colour in your valium _yellow like sunlight inside this hole place of evil minds come to bare_a-trolley a-cometh to your table lots of goodies and your medication eat up yum yum cha: you got what you deserve: falling off the roof like that-bad girl climbing to the apex of the most enormous building in New York City, hollering you are free!
Sleep comes after 15 minutes with Clonazepam 10mg. Life spreads its forgetmeknots out down a drainpipe: slipping ballet shoes silver dreamlands+crime of death more red raving crud drag drog grotto grime_ her silver gun hidden in pocket flipped lid out boom you’re dead gone for good.
“Wake up Miriam!” Swimming through an embankment of weeds green muddy river of Ohio ranges, m
I yell, my head eyes opening in a second. “Sshh…” the nurse whispers after bounding out my name.
“Time for breakfast.”
“You know I hate eating before coffee!” I say, terse.
It’s true and written on my profile notes, c/o my senior psych Jenny Dakoz, a brain with accreditation who saved me. Rescued me from myself and a 35kg figure; sleepless body of bones suicidal hanging off a bridge cars breaking quickly; fast she runs away police again pick you up sit me down at the station. They’re running out of ideas.
This last visit to John Cade Ward was c/o Fitzroy police who told the senior psychs they had to keep me in otherwise legal action would ensue. Luckily this was my last time after nearly 30 attempts to get me on my legs.
Knees begging_, “Please God give me a grave I just want to go not be here anymore dry me out please take my heart soul everything and hang it on a wall saying Here Lies Mimi Once Was…”
Elusive hard to die exit from your body really. No poison shop pills will piss you off taking you out for 3 days sleeping awake again this insomnia driving me to do these things no food for 3 months no wonder my dress hangs like a elbow kick framed out of space, life. Dyes my hair, blue/black. Like my mind in flight.
Do you remember the time when just a flickof skirt
Would cause such a reaction that it very nearly hurt
But a carefully folded overcoat avoided any fuss
As you walked down stairs from the old school bus
Embarrassed
Drainpipe jeans Winkle picker shoes
Mixed with a touch of in grown toenail blues
Flirting with the girls the odd fumble and kiss
Never quite attaining that hoped for bliss
Still hoping
Then the older woman who’d said on the whole
You were pretty good but needed more control
No need for such hurry slow down and wait
No need to be like the bull at the gate
And you tried
And then you met the one and got the timing right
And sometimes you’d love away half of the night
So happy in your bliss as your lives moved on
Until before you knew it most of it was gone
But still very good
Then came that day when you both agreed
Rather than make love you’d have a cup of tea
And you climbed into bed whispered good night
And fell straight to sleep both cuddled up tight
Feeling good
And you now watch the teens through more senior eyes
See them laughing and flirting as they amble on by
And you remember these days when just a flick of skirt
Could cause a reaction so hard that it very nearly hurt
And you smile