Long Emily Poems
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Through report the world
came to you, corresponding
through reclusion on
terms your own.
Your first-rate grasp of
third-hand knowledge,
coupled with a dash of
hesitancy, and you were THE
"it" girl of the next era.
Existence-like
pure pre-existence.
Recognizing your own
genius , even when no
one could see your face --
Your mirror, yours alone.
You cocooned your body
( a white shroud )
to preserve, what?
A voice. Some idea(l).
Wrapped in light, a utopia
constructed of hedges,
afraid to step beyond your
own garden, but more fearful
still not to write your way
Beyond.
Ethan, did you fix that fence?
and strip that door?
you're losing your sense.
you've hit the floor.
so, how do you feel?
so far from home.
like a complete unknown.
how do you feel?
yes, how do you feel......ethan?
George, did you finish that fence?
or paint the door?
you're a bit tense.
you can't take anymore.
so, how do you feel?
all alone at home
like a complete unknown
how do you feel?
yes, how do you feel......George?
Jim, did you look after your dog?
and get some work done?
it was a real slog
it's okay for some
so, how do you feel?
inside your own home
like a complete unknown
how do you feel?
yes, how do you feel......Jim?
Mum, did you feed your dogs?
and make some income?
it is nice with some grog.
it's worse for another mums.
so, how do you feel?
not always at home alone.
liked and well known.
how do you feel?
yes, how do you feel......Mum?
Kelly, did you relax and rest?
and cook some munja?
i'm your pest.
it's okay, have some gunja.
so, how do you feel?
having to stay home
as it is known
how do you feel?
yes, how do you feel.....Kelly?
Johnny, did you use your axe out south-west?
and how's that scar?
i'll help you with the rest
it's okay, you have firewood bizarre.
so, how do you feel?
getting away from home
and to be completely unknown
how do you feel?
yes, how do you feel......johnny?
Daniel, did you have a ceremoney?
and smell some flowers?
I think you're a bit boney
and you need a shower
so, how do you feel?
so far from any home
known as an unknown
how do you feel?
yes, how do you feel......Daniel?
Emily, did you cook some macaroni
and feed willow for hours?
i think you should try rigatoni.
and not have to scour.
so, how do you feel?
so so stuck at home.
unknown to the known.
how do you feel?
yes, how do you feel......Emily?
Willow, did you moan and groan?
and also laugh and smile?
you need talk to deddo on the telephone.
and take that bus a mile.
so, how do you feel?
also stuck at home
well grown, it is known
how do you feel?
yes, how do you feel......willow?
yes, yes, how do you all feel?
how do you all feel?
in this complete unknown
making your next deal
like a rolling stone.
how does it feel?
how does it feel?
how does it feel, my family?
AC/DC, the rockers from down under
Boston, with Tom Scholz on guitar, sweet thunder
Creedence Clearwater, singing Proud Mary
Deep Purple, from the 70's, rocking and hairy
Eagles, easy listening, bum hugging music
Foreigner, with their Englishman Mick
Gun, from Glasgow, Taking on the World
Heart, from Seattle, just have to be heard
Inxs, singing their Afterglow
Journey, from Frisco, under the Bay Bridge flow
Kiss, in make up, after these Crazy Crazy Nights
Loverboy, from Canada, in concert excite
Marillion, prog rockers singing the lovely Kayleigh
Nazareth, from Scotland, singing Please Don't Judas Me
OMD, with their song Enola Gay
Pink Floyd, just let Emily Play
Queen, without Freddie, but their show went on
Rush, from Toronto, three playing amazing songs
Styx, with Tommy Shaw, their blond blue eyed boy
Thin Lizzy, from Dublin, playing Inverness were a joy
Uriah Heep, named after a character by Dickens
Van Halen, with Eddie, and his guitar rockin lickin
Wishbone Ash, a favourite band of mine
XTC, singing Senses Working Overtime
Yes, with album covers, by Roger Dean
ZZ Tops, singing Legs, those legs need to be seen
The best advice I ever received about growing old…I offer now to you:
It came from an old married couple…She had just turned 80…he was 82
You are going to love this couple… before I met them I was told
and that was true as their energy and their love was a wonder to behold.
They would drive across the country to see their children and grandchildren for they could think of nothing greater…
The young 80 year old did all the driving while the old man was the navigator.
She pictured herself a race car driver…for her…speed was all the rage…
“When I get on the highway,” she’d say, “I like to drive my age.”
She was proud of her driving accomplishments…how she was always early…never late…and she bragged how’d she’d gotten a speeding ticket in almost every state.
One day they stopped long enough for me to ask, “Hey, you two…what’s your secret…won’t you help me see…the mystery to all your energy…the key to your vitality?”
They smiled at one another and immediately I was caught by the way they gave me this advice by finishing each other’s thought.
“Life is precious.” He said. “We plan to enjoy it or as long as we can.”
We figure at our age.” She continued. “If we stop we might not get started again.”
Eventually, as Emily Dickinson wrote, (just one of her many gems)
‘Because they would not stop for death…it kindly stopped for them.’
But not until they blessed me with the advice I follow every time my two feet meet the road….
given to me by an older couple
long ago…
who in their many years together…
always loved and never slowed.
Management here at
Highland Manor Apartments sent out word
that tomorrow, January twenty third,
two thousand and twenty one,
we (all residents) will receive the first (of two)
inoculations to stave off getting COVID-19,
hence mine poetic title might seem absurd.
Aforementioned stance toward death
obviously antithetical
regarding desire to stay alive
and most oppressive
when mine mental, physical
and/or spiritual yours truly
takes a (swan) dive
analogous where bajillion bees
swarm from their hive.
Linkedin with well known poem by and by
penned by Emily Dickinson, I didst decry
expressed her relief to die
"Because I could not stop for Death,"
she aptly crafted verses to comply
reverently, merrily, and gloriously accepting
cessation of existence well nigh
as does one garden variety generic goofy guy.
All natural catastrophes aside,
plus excluding thermonuclear war,
where civilization would get fried
nullifying idea viz,
let conscience be your guide,
nor no place to run and hide
left to grapple with dystopian quandary
shuttering fright housed inside
in one poof annihilating prejudice
(white privilege included) and pride
reducing to ashes trumpeting
self importance, where snide
persona grata becomes irrelevant
as does living social
or vacationing in Telluride.
Interestingly enough,
I do not entertain notions
inflicting self harm nor suicide,
but expect longevity (to ride
one after another orbitz around the sun)
maximum total (represented courtesy
value units and tens place)
at minimum exceeds double digits
in plain English aged
to perfection groom and bride
attains at least ninety nine years.
Despite skittering within hair's breadth or blink
looming over the edge no time to think,
cuz no matter being knight in shining armor
I can scrunch and squint thru visored chink,
and espy and the title
of a storied book by Tom Wolfe I think
Old Rotten Gotham sliding into behavioral sink,
amidst so much flotsam and jetsam
while singing Skidamarink
surrender unavoidable fate
cuz destiny dis rapper doth not shrink
and recognizes that whatever does not kill
will only make me stronger
(money back guarantee)
I attain a spry five score birthdays
and while away hours
playing solitary game of tiddlywink.
".... could not stop for death- he kindly stopped for me-
the carriage held just ourselves and immortality."
Quote by _ Emily Dickinson
Through the sting of yesterday’s tears
Glistening on lashes, in the midday sun,
There lives a dream, a prayer, a rhythm…
Who remembers to sing, to believe, to agree
With the measure of kindness, the gentleness,
Compassion, soft and soothing… silencing
Darkest fears, kissing away the past’s tears
It is the intimacy of a yearning, burning
Through the stardust moments
Hinting at a history, flames of yearning
Silencing the breathless teasing
Heart’s soundless goodbye, freezing
On lips whose whisper, with a sigh
Caresses the starry eyed feelings, blessing
Forever with the music of a lifetime dancing
Imitating the joy who is alive, like a light
Falling softly on the soul who believes
There is a promise in the laughter, the dreams
Through the wishes that bleed answers
Rustling leaves of heartfelt hope
Rousing winds of enchanting knowing,
Spurring passions into their inklings,
Bringing out the charm of a heavenly song,
Drowning out the storms, the worries –
All the wrong, with the presence of a Father
Who gives much more than we could hope,
Love so strong it fulfills every thought,
Love so alive it lingers inside, arising like the smile
Beautiful and wise – inviting the heart’s sparkle,
The tenderness, the wonder – forever
Never a doubt – this is the way out of the dark
Into the light that lives forever, calming, restoring…
Erasing every tear with the endlessness of a hope
Far more wonderful than anything else on earth,
A hope for eternity with the love that is our victory!
Love like this abides on the inside of those who know
He is the King and we are the people who believe
He came to this earth to save and restore, to become the answer
For the heart who is seeking God’s love!
Forever and ever – He is the hope for the eternal
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May 28, 2023
It comes to us all and it’s now come to me
That I wake in the night cos I’m needing a pee
I shan't wake the wife in the dead of the night
So I creep from the room by the meagre moonlight
Quietly, as I close my bathroom door
I tug the light’s chord and now I see more
Jesus, I squeal as I get quite a fright
There in the window, a hideous sight
The thing peering in is a wizened old prune
I try to recall if tonight’s a full moon
I find myself seeking a Hollywood mist
For nothing that awful could ever exist
Eyes that are bloodshot peer deep into mine
With teeth that are ragged, preparing to dine?
My racing heart slows as all becomes clearer
That’s no bathroom window, it’s only a mirror!
24 June 2019
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Sponsor: Emily Pinet
consequence is my wage-
if I with vengeance wage
see more at Luke 6:38
note:
emily:is a 2(or sometimes 3) line paradox form(I labelled it thus,inspired by Emily Dickinson
poem 1732).It may or may not have a title,uses a word with separate meanings,(or one that
sounds the same,with a different spelling) with the intention to mean several things,therb to
enhance the thought's ambiguity/enigma.
ED 1732 begins: My life closed twice-
before it's close
SHAKESPEARE's Romeo& Juliet: ask for me tomorrow-
and you will find a grave
man
“Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality.” – Emily Dickinson
He can’t help feeling like he lives behind
the gates of hell – a godforsaken place
where ghostly thoughts inhabit his sad mind.
Groaning, he envisions her smiling face.
The specter of her will not go away.
Grief-stricken since her passing, still he grieves.
So difficult it’s been for him to pray,
and each depressing thought inside him weaves
a web of gossamer; he cannot flee.
No fires rage in the gates of his own hell,
for gloom and gray are all that he can see.
But there is one good thing that he knows well:
Until the day he dies, he must be brave
until he joins his love beyond the grave.
Today I went to Haworth to the Bronte Museum
It was simply INCREDIBLE
Looking back at the lives of Emily Anne and Charlotte Bronte
The tragic lives of the family
Of their siblings dying so young
An Alcoholic brother
The death of their beloved mother
How their father coped bringing up 6 children in poverty
YET despite all this they became accomplished writers
You may have read the books or seen the TV adaptations
Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights to name but two
Seeing manuscripts, poems and personal effects was so moving
If you ever get the chance to go – do it - you won’t be disappointed
I won’t leave it another 20 years before I visit Yorkshire again!!
Jan Allison
5th August 2014