Long Ferris Poems
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I grip the safety bar and breathe in,
my knuckles bleach white.
The gondola creaks,
swaying with the weight of wonder
The seat lurches forward~
I count each click of the gears rising,
each notch bringing me closer
to the apex where the sky hesitates.
Up and up! Below me~
the park shrinks into a toy set
abandoned by careless hands.
At the top, the world shifts.
Cars blend into the streets like melted crayons.
Lights blur into liquid amber,
streaking across my retinas.
My stomach lifts, not from height
but from the sudden understanding
that the world is round after all.
I can see the curve of it now,
the way the horizon bends
to meet my dangling shoes.
At the top, I stop breathing,
just long enough to let the moment
stretch like taffy between my fingers.
Years ago I wrote a memoir vignette ("Ticket to Ride") based on this experience; you may read it at Poetry Soup as follows: www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/ticket_to_ride_13584
Enter the quickening
Earth wind and fire sand
Pulsating purple pork pie presence
Varacus viscus veinns
Like bullets piercing brain
baloon targets
Knocking them from scaffolding
block's like humpty dumpty sat
on maple honey
Oh eye's wide shut with solent
flagpole running up dancing kite
like on the breeze
Unbound me, find me, free me
from this stained glass mirror
looking back
To dream a trip of light fandango carousel fairground ponies aboard
a ferris wheel of cotton candy
Clutching such winning prizes ranging
from goldfish to teddy bears
With a pocket full of sixpence left
enought to catch the last bus home
Or play the slots jackpot , jackpot
all the lucky 7even's
With cotton candy
Pink and dandy,
Funnel cakes, sweet
All you can eat
A Ferris wheel
To make you squeal,
The carousel
Sure looks swell
Toss a ring
To win something,
Pop a balloon
You'll get it soon
Try to get that prize
Go for the biggest size,
Win a pet if you wish
Take home a goldfish
Stay there all night
For every sound and sight,
Like a kid again, be
So much to do and see
Show off what you do
Win a ribbon, blue,
Shower what you raise
With the highest praise
Craft and quilt
By hands built,
Goodness canned
Grown on the land
Pumpkins and pies
To delight the eyes,
Each cow and pig
The biggest of the big
Farmer's best on display
Sat in a pile of hay,
Take in the dairy air
At the county fair!
If the Rubik's cube was round I'd roll it in the snow
caress it like a meatball then hide it in the dough
If it had same old shades of white aligned to match
and two knobby handles with a little silver catch
I would turn it slowly, rotate it, find the latch
If the Rubik's cube was spherical like soccer balls
combinatorially correct, without four simple walls
If it was soft in the center instead of hard like rock
I'd squish it into place just like a child of Dr. Spock
put it on a leash and slowly walk it round the block
If the Rubik's cube was a big old Ferris wheel of fun
I'd configure it with motion and solve it on the run
If the Rubik's cube was bally and built like solid O
I'd solve it in a jiffy, match the colors yell Bingo !
I'd wear it like a trophy and put it out for show
If the Rubik's cube was made for geniuses like me,
they'd be far too easy, and given out for free.
Overnight she landed
was she sent from up above
shiny ~ glistening ~ white
at my very first sight
I fell head over heels in love
She towered high ~ way into the sky
So beautiful was she ~ aesthetically ethereal
When at that moment
a seagull passing by
paused a while
with a blink of his eye
I could almost hear him say
“You weren’t here yesterday”
I stand first in the queue
for her inaugural flight
on this magnificent orb
who arrived in the night
as I enter her capsule
she begins to revolve
my first ride on a Ferris wheel
oh such joy to behold…
Written 2nd September 2020 - there is something so magical when seeing a Ferris wheel...
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FIRST PLACE
I passed a house in a darkened space
A number flew before my face
I saw an elephant on a car
A man with an "L" shaped scar
I found a baby lying upside down
Bugs and spiders eating together on the ground
A plane bounced on barn roof
A horse limped with a wagon attached to its hoof
...I'm weird
Voices are shrill and thick in my ear
A presence of evil is drawing near
A little girl is skipping rope on the lawn
A bear growled loudly, then was gone
A Ferris wheel rolls round and round
A kitten in a pool is trying not to drown
The highway of silver lines the barren land
A crowd watches the marching band
...I'm not relevant
Emerald green uniforms hug the armed soldiers
Blood red balloons celebrate the drinkers of Folgers
Baby blue shoes enfold the new tiny feet
Pink poppies line the banks of the creek
Fifty four houses all in a row
Ninety eight graves create a flow
Sixteen schools of thought on life
One hundred and one ideals of combating strife
...How shall I mean???
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-02-2018
Note: What is life without meaning? What would happen if we allowed circumstances, places, people, events to be what they are, where they are without assigning "meaning?" I believe we would experience life anew, fresh, every moment of every day, and that kind of life is worth living :)
Dewdrops stream down boisterous
children’s freckle-strewn mischievous dials,
as they dash in cartoon costume faux denim
apparel amidst the pale yellow sunlight glare.
Marble stone button twiddle on a blue
rinse wrinkle t-shirt,
Sumptuous ice cream raspberry blobs
tantalise the cheeky taste bud imps
whose chocolate brown eyes swell with
every morsel glutinously gorged on.
Doting parents wantonly indulge
their dawn glow
offspring’s shrieks of antic wonderment,
the honeysuckle fragrance that
releases germ-stuffed
nostrils a portentous spring nectar booster
shot for folk and kin alike,
effervescent yodel from young sibling and the
young at heart zeal of golden realm guardians
elevated to this neon sign paradise,
purple sleeve lacquer layer hydrant, surreal spirit saviour
of parched embryonic throats.
Picklock to that universal perfume
cloud that hovers
over asphalt stain urn and
stoic mint green
pristine luscious lawn,
playground for the butterfly wing vernal innocent shrouded by an orange peel citric soft fruit haze.
Age span infant euphoric zoom on fountain spume,
where families in a Ferris wheel hubub rejuvenate the
lacklustre greyness of their far too often
monochrome existence.
Posted ; 4th May 2022
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I collected the kinetic swirls
of differing shades
in the dizzying reflections
of how you made me feel
Whirling affects
blurred in calliope sonnets
and brass ring reachings
while riding a paisley tiger
My pockets filled
with these mesmerizing emotions
sculpted of Ferris Wheel desires
and carousel dreams of you
Until suddenly colored lights flickered,
the music slipped a gear
and the ride came to a screeching halt,
with me holding on for dear life
Flung to the floor between sneaker prints
and paper cotton candy tubes
I watched you walk away with the stuffed
giraffe in your arms, it waved goodbye
While a checkerboard monkey giggled
as he emptied my pockets
leaving me with nothing
but a broken heart and a long walk home
Life's a carnival ride, a bag of barkers and crabs
pinching the mind with pink toys and shiny swag
stuffing your mind with sweet soft fuzzy things
wraps you in heavy chains and a cold nose ring,
leads you to a fiery, Ferris wheel ride of denial
plunks you aside a bearded lady-opening thighs
you want to jump off, but you're just too damn high
she takes you around a brutish, glittering world
leather studded, hungry for a necklace of dirty pearls
Her mouth is smeared with black lipstick and gravy
the rides finally over but the soul is still draining.
The fun house has mirrors filled with bending dream.
Walls are wailing, blood drips down from the beams
you scramble down back alleys for pockets of peace
then slide on chunky puddles of black ice and screams...
There's only one way out, and that's all the way down
the chute's filling with hell hounds and manic clowns
balloons brimming with flocks of blues and red herring
fistfuls of daisy grenades, with them there's no winning.
You've hit rock bottom, there's a tunnel of golden light
a beautiful angel in waiting but she's lost her mind
slowly she's swinging a crinkled-up no vacancy sign
while the barker is spinning flocks of his little white lies.
Life's a plastic bag filled with mad barkers and whirling crabs,
teasing like a virgin, then swallowing you whole like a hag.
Hold out arms, hands and fingertips,
spread shoulders…shake loose.
If you’re not clouded by flesh
you’ll feel it - your verge shifts,
sometimes an inch,
sometimes a million miles.
A bright brim begins to look at the stars
as if they were your own eyes looking back.
You might even shoot inward
into your own glitzy center.
Maybe Her tulle skirt,
and sparkly, silver, magnetic panties
will draw you into Her cosmic Ferris wheel.
All this is just over the tip of a reach, the brink
of a fingernail, where you ride the milky cosmos
seeding worlds with the art of your mind.
Let yourself border on the fringe,
the hem, the flossy slip of Her short sassy skirt -
shimmy a while.
Elderly men have been known
to dance a step or two right there
at the glitter-edge of life,
as they fall for the same girl.
again, and again.