Long Elevator Poems
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afflicting him as far back
as he can remember,
a lingering, embarrassing condition
he gets much grief for.
it comes more often than usual;
sometimes unbidden.
it doesn't matter when or where -
in bed,
in church,
in class,
in the car,
in the elevator;
even at the dinner table
where he occasionally escapes from.
is it a feeling of indigestion?
constipation? ha! i kid.
a change of diet, perhaps?
he swears he doesn't eat beans!
when his flatulence explodes or rattles,
people nearby scurry away.
They had moved in last May,
they were a weird couple from LA,
Mary the dancer and Jerry the singer...
cabaret music was a delight to their ear.
We met in the elevator around two,
and I welcomed them to the neighborhood;
they smiled, but they didn't hug as lovers do...
could it be that their love had turned cold?
I heard all of their conversations from the above floor,
Jerry told Mary to stop stumping,
" Easy on those steps...are you dancing,
or trying to wake up the poor guy down below? "
" I need to practice or I'll lose my job at The Coor...
how will we survive on one paycheck...eating peanuts? "
Mary hollered by making more noises on the wooden floor...
Jerry responded angrily, " Well, we'll need to make some cuts! "
Yesterday the noises got much louder, I woke up shaking,
thinking another violent earthquake had stroke...
glasses breaking while Lisa Minelli's, " Cabaret " was playing;
nothing fell off my shelves...was it mere luck?
I went straight to the shower to distract myself,
even in there there was some banging...it seemed like
a jealousy fight was going on, and too often I heard that offensive word!
The next day they apologized, telling me that their love had turned cold.
Not everyone's enamoured by my humour
At risk of my head being bopped
Say things in jest that are taken as serious
Chancing of a punch in the chops
Like when I once said to a very large lady
Pressing number two in the elevator
“That's just one floor, you coulda walked!”
Thought I'd end up on the floor
Another time down in old Cape Cod
In a store getting out of the sun
A lady knocked over a very large display
Yelled “Now look what you've done!”
Dear Cathie turned ten shades of purple
She was just about to blow a gasket
However luckily cooler heads prevailed
Considered myself quite fortunate
“Look before you leap” as the old saying goes
Often insert my foot in my mouth
Runs the risk of hard blows to the head
And injury to my parts down south
The man in the elevator pushed button number eight.
The car lurched; then it wouldn’t budge. He griped, “Oh, I’ll be late!”
One babbling freak, two clueless girls who smacked gum and played rap,
two men with body odor, and two hoodlums shared the trap.
He wished he had air freshener, nerve pills, earplugs, handcuffs.
He had to quell the urge to knock all seven on their duffs.
At last, the captives were set free. He raced to the eighth floor.
He’d missed the interview, and he was bummed out to the core.
He thought the day could get no worse; then back at home he saw
a beast relaxing in his chair, AKA mother-in-law.
His wife said, “Mama’s moving in, Dear. Isn’t that good news?”
He forced a tiny smile but wisely didn’t share his views.
Riding on the train
Trying to make it to my destination
Getting on board with different people
Feel like a replacement,
Each stop gives you a sense of direction
If you miss yours,its a hint of rejection
Its a blessing
You get there on time
You may not have a seat
But you.dont look behind
For your not blind
Or you clearly dont want to see
That you could be next to someone who are going through misery
They feel as if life couldnt get any more tears to be set free
Is it me, the only one who notices,
Have we honestly lost all our focuses
All we have left is hope and its
Seem like its slowly fading
Somedays awaiting
People on the train asking for help
We never reach.out a hand because we stuck on self
Id rather.have wealth in my heart than in my mind
Id rather make make someone smile anytime
Talking talking in the spirit
Helping being a change i can feel it
Crowds and crowds of people getting off and getting on
Carrying loads of heavy luggage
God youve made,them strong
Youve given them strength
Their lifes not so drinched
The strong are able to survive
they start appreciating you and praising u
For granting them a,gift of staying,alive
People so lost in their,eyes
Tired of trying to make away
The,passengers go up and down
The bounds so freely
To clear their minds
Know that its fine
Remember those asking for help
Whether its a prayer or some change
What would jesus have done
In his fathers name
He wouldnt complain
He would help
Turn frowns upside down
Help you climb those steps
Help you up the elevator
Hes here for us now or even later He will never leave our side
And ive had a great experience of the,train ride
By: Concetta Hardnett
Monotonous keyboards clicking
Redundant clocks ticking
Phones ringing, elevator doors swinging
Coffee pots brewing, vending machines spewing
Insouciant workers, carefree shirkers loitering
Clerks, secretaries previewing, managers reviewing
Visitors on stairs, in lobby chairs, lines queuing
Fate's dissonant chords o'er content hordes teeming
From Crescent's waning moon, spell of doom flinging
Across availing sky, a wailing strain is stringing
A portentous raven o'er torrentous swells winging
To his charted course, a venal force with guile clinging
Feral beast an imminent peril to prey quickly bringing
On the ethereal cusp perching, for crown jewel searching
Swooping down with force, beams from foundation divorce
Death's shadow in dust o'er screaming remnants streaming
Night's, palling darkness Day's ordained glint stalling
Collaboration between: Jack Horne and Sara Kendrick
The elevator's getting full,
but more are stepping in;
I'm in between two gentlemen
and wishing they were thin.
The lift opened on the sixth floor
My mouth agape in shock
There stood twenty grown men crushed in
Ten had hens and no socks
And then appeared a group of girls,
and each had heavy bags.
The doors about to shut again,
I saw a man with flags.
Pressed the close button quickly when
Someone started to sneeze
All those snotty particles flew
I was trapped in the breeze
Oh, no - another sneeze I heard,
and groaned as someone fluffed...
Enough-I'd Walk, despite the steps.
That lift was overstuffed!
"That's a dead triangle" the boy proclaimed without even a mention of his good name.
"Gotta smoke...?" the old man asked as he unlatched his case at hand. Pulling out sticks.
His time at the table to challenge the band, was upon him soon. His pinkie ring has an
onyx moon.
"You shoot lefty.... and a bridge is the quarter turn of a One"
"Seven sees four eyes of a sun....! You're good to move on."
What? There's a quarter turn on the horizon?
"The Angel isn't dead and the Dead aren't done...."
How many games have you played I asked him. His blue jeans were dirty and his hair was
thin. His hands were shaking as he drew one in... a long and steady breath, full of smoke
while his eyes sat firm. The hall was dim and around me I could hear the echoing players
call. I could hear clashing of the solidly striped balls.
Then without a reply, the old man turned his back to the wall. Removed his eyes from my
questioning stare and lifting his arm, took a shot through the air.
"Why am I here...." with the angels again...
Hey little girl, did you watch me play? I won that game the red head said. All I could do
was smile. Not knowing yet why once in a while, I'm confronted with strange realities, not
especially mine, but yours you see?
In her face with just seconds to spare I saw her life in a flash of red.... bloodshot.
Eyes in her head were not the kind I'm used to. Something about her ruby lips too.... the
elevator moved ever so slow as we stood there. Her towering height became quite,
apparent, my eyes to roll from my sight as I'm staring. Click please! Let the elevator
floor ding, I'm praying. I see her knees am I shrinking? I start blinking and breathing,
just waiting for the door to start dinging.
And then it did.
And the air finally came.
"Love an Angle and be quick on your game!"... her ruby lips flapping.
Then the red head was gone and I was still.Left standing.
76 tables in the den remaining...I'm exhausted when came
the first of a dawning while driving away in the morning, I realized...
I was called to the table, in play for their lives.
"But I'm not a man..." a whisper cried....
"Only sLight of a human inside...."
A fractal of Light now....
As homeward I drive, wondering how can it be?
As they're not alive. So what exactly, does that mean about me?
Form:
If you happen to die in an elevator
Make sure you push “UP” before you go
I know a man who surely panicked
Pushed “DOWN”, wound up with Satan below
Tried to explain to Satan what happened
Pushed the “DOWN” button by mistake
The Pearly Gates was where he wanted to go
Begged Satan to give him a break
Said he always had lived an exemplary life
Was kind and generous most times
He once stole some candy from a baby though
But he tried to put that behind
“Sorry,” said Satan, “I've got hold of you now
Won't let you out of my sight
My rules down here are strict and simple
You pay for your sins forthright!”
“But what if I can guarantee a special treat?”
“What are you offering, my friend?”
“A night of passion with a gorgeous woman”
On his way to Heaven he did wend!
My daughter who was then, just about seven.
The sun had just settled softlty in the Pacific.
We were in Ghiradelli Square, a joyful place,as is heaven.
Into an elevator we went so sparkling clean and spiffy terrific!
It was an elevator with walls of shiniest metal.
I pressed the command button, to take us merrily down!
Alas, the brightly lit buttons, did not work as itheu should.
Its tall, chrome doors shut, but the elevatotr refused to move?
How I frowned!!
Aha! But not to fret, I was intelligent enough to recall….
And reassure sweet Elena, that I would find a way out.
With lightning speed, I recalled the phone on the wall.
And so I could call and smoothly we’d be safe and let out!
My heart filled with joy, to that phone, I hustled posthaste.
I prayed, oh, please, let some Angels be very near.
But finding out the panel was dead, my heart sunk to my waist!
Suddenly, a knock on the door, help had arrined, Elena and I
gave three cheers!!
1/30/2024