Long Galvanized Poems
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Working ethic.
steel ethnic.
Pittsburgh in the rain
like metal canisters.
The grain of the Alleghenies.
Old labor's hand sings your
dark iron tones.
Sadlowsky galvanized stainless,
your student of struggle.
Inhale the cloudy wind
of Homestead;
Time rocks militant
behind screen doors.
Wise,
it climbs heavy
your steep grades.
It talks sternly
from the flickering caverns
of your mill.
See a tale of clouds
over West Pennsylvania.
Coal-dusty miners and
company towns.
Back in forgotten hills
where Hapgood organized.
Families homeless,
blacklunged and poor,
they won their unions.
Pittsburgh in the rain;
Tall tree-crests darkly
shine.
Sidewalks torn like your
tireless parade of eyes.
Your children are ripe,
your dreams reliable.
Published Black Buzzard Press - 1982
As twilight's shadows light does fade
Dark machinations interstices invade
In deep crevasses, insecurities cascade
In dark corners, fears, doubts parade
Day's, blithe rhythms subconscious channels evade
Night's diabolical inventions the deep recesses pervade
My twittering eyes cannot the bleary apparitions dissuade
As mind's candle flickers, o'er frontal lobes dark minions escalade
As primed marionette's mimicked taunts degrade,
so galvanized, inner demons perform mock charade
Ghoulish forms are imprinted with a sharp spade
Entreating figments as sane ideas masquerade
My nurtured perceptions of reality are staid
Nightmarish delusions all rational outlets blockade
Portentous visions of calamitous peril overlaid
Underpinning, disturbing dreams crack shallow facade
Discordant tremors breach; tone deaf ears serenade
Shock waves pulse down spine; nerve endings frayed
In the mist of the journey’s penultimate mile,
at the edge of the fading fulcrum of future obscure,
at the door-step of dusk the sunset swansong resonates
for the forlorn essence silhouetted in confounding stillness.
The twirling threads of turmoil entwined seamless
with the cleaved cloud of the swarming storm of strife,
ravage the unwary horizon halcyon once,
challenging the chameleon of self-transformation.
The shards of the splintered sky in galvanized gale,
sway on the dismal crest of the curled cloud of dismay,
the remnant rays of sanguinity sense still swathe
the highway of hope in the chaotic journey.
As the twilight time is tinged by the spent sun,
sinking within the strata of the discontent dust,
with the cornucopia of the longing life unlived,
the Rubicon is reached walking the last mile.
The defining moments at the unsupervised stop sign,
design the innate paradigm of emotional epitome.
Awareness assures that the die is not yet cast,
crossing the conscience line would defy self-actualization.
The inner torment driving to self-destruction,
or the enticement of the forbidden fruit,
the sinful exploits activated by the transgression of
the decree of the unseen law maker, the absolute.
Stopping at the sign stimulates the spiritual sensitivity,
ameliorates the pain of existential predicament profound,
saves the psyche from the clasp of soul’s dark night,
unfurling within uncertainty mayhem the divine leitmotif.
My heart lies in the countryside
under the Napa rainbow laying low.
Big bright rolling valleys it has divide
The woods through which we will go.
I met an explorer near lake Bazaleti
With a small cottage on a vast land
The poor half-finished community in Svaneti
made memorable moments more demand.
My heart lies in Tbilisi with one more kiss
build a wish to remove the blackening mist
whose soulful cries brought tears to my eyes,
they swept downwards like the wintry visit.
Together we discover half-finished heaven,
This ensemble of crafts in a crude cradle
Perfectly finds the happiness of mind
In rural nature define a portrait as permissible.
That sheer breadth of beauty command,
Countryside brands picturesque snow cap,
Covered the Georgian mountain stand,
Of scenic lakes asleep and wake in a quiet nap.
Sundry variety of colours galvanized the look
Of breath-taking beauty running into cliffs
Fountain bliss, crisp with ageless water flock
diffs down the slope of great granite rocks.
My heart lies in that half-finished heaven
This medieval land a most enchanting place,
Locked in high demand with the mystery given
Supra wine and the plate of nectar taste.
They soak uptown, in Nana’s kitchen home
Love has made the easiest way to get around
Centuries of Kakheti wine becoming renown
Trek through all the expansive places we found.
She wandered like a gypsy to Wyoming,
Where she settled in and sojourned for a spell.
She found herself a billet at the Hog Ranch,
And son, there weren’t no high-tone clientele.
It was just a soiled dove’s privy crib
Where Martha Jane set up her chicken coop.
She was a cowhand’s heartthrob,
All buckskin and sutler whiskey.
She could drive a team of oxen.
She could drive a man to sin.
Times she frequented Old Bedlam,
Drillin’ with them soldier boys;
Some were galvanized Yankees,
Some were mere tenderfoot lads.
When she wasn’t barkin’ at a knot,
She’d be somewhere raisin’ sand.
She considered each calamity
That buggered her contentment
As just another maverick to brand.
I Reckon Eyes Personal Necessity,...
Sans Arduous Ordeal
To assess meager
cradling aborted efforts
miscarried ambitions, I now berate
myself plethora sans lack
of accomplishments to date
and admit painful truth to self
of an ill prosperous lx roam man fate,
which life frivolous erratic
antics less productive slate
than if existence spent hovered
over an inter city heating grate
since squelched milestones wrought hate
red of apathy toward self, and spate
of penuriousness a tete a tete
meager financial cushion barely
keeps homelessness will ne'er abate.
~ April 13th, 1958 marked approximate initial
biological, chronological, and fetal ugh glue
tin nation, asper obstetric
prenatal confirmed commencement, in situ
i.e. womb (donned in his cute
itty bitty cap and gown), whence through
uneventful conception nine months
later lacked any blues clue
nonetheless, this earth
ling christened Matthew
Scott Harris made his unheralded debut,
albeit, then his
anatomical timer immediately
started counting down, loo
ping what seemed an eternity,
when mortality would be due,
vis a vis, meanwhile,
he awakened, discovered,
and galvanized transient
tenancy as he grew
since birth year month, and
date stamped upon this growing hue
man, who possibly felt thrust
out from warmth of womb
into ice cold sterility naked
like an Arctic monkey freezing in an igloo
a singular diaspora of
this "FAKE" gentile jew.
Outside the sanctum, clenched teeth, tension,
a sense of being spun slowly, in comical ocean drift
Bobbed cork barely able to rein my orientation.
Luckily, current flux of haphazard happening flapped
a variable vantage.
Blown as though by silk hankie butterfly blessing
launched under lead light detail dragonfly wing
Inside the sluice.
tender seagrass arms greet me, surprise caressed
Silky entry to a tepid tub, a calm community
of smug inner sanctum club members, afloat.
Blind to bedlam, their faces automatically accepting
Smarmy, aloof, knowing the code
Clicked into correct holding pattern
Galvanized now among the longed for,
unlocked passage
Boasts a right angled me, porthole refuge
Catatonic sanctum immune to struggle
Bay of steady abundance
Top step mission for admission somehow granted mine
Spotlight shon on my cloned social demeanor,
Meticulously honed modesty of highbrow gallery.
24th February
Written for Contest: Gateway
Sponsor: Constance La France
Countless instances submitting poems
finds me racking
quite a hefty collection of rejections,
the responses lacking
disappointing voluminous vicious
venomous vitriolic backing
quite the contrary,
the prefabricated responses
unsuccessful at hijacking
my "FAKE" toothy gumption
(since I wear dentures) lip smacking
bite size packing
not exceptionally appetizing,
but definitely wanting
with more pungent acidity stinging
(albeit figuratively) painfully digging
into the essence of all bone marrow,
asper this humble,
who will brazenly continue entering
competitions until scathing
character ridiculed of course including
unsolicited yet denigrating
words clearly, definitively,
and flagrantly insinuating
this prolific entity among
basket of deplorables wasting
his precious energy and time crafting
ambiguous, horrendous, and
nebulous word mangling
poetic endeavors attempting
to garner plaudits generating
infamous, notorious, and
sanctimonious renown diluting
the medium, which
August pantheon replete
with posthumous scriveners
reputations eternally outshining
any facile, infantile,
and juvenile laboring
in my unbiased opinion
far more deserving
of a simple bland communique
devoid of any ripsnorting
flagitious, malicious, and
unscrupulous character assassinating
(mine), which continuously insipid sending
(to yours truly) said
tactfully gentle turning
down efforts requiring
nose to the grindstone painstaking
efforts, which witness shuttering
myself within this
mancave, barely surviving
on thin gruel necessitating
copious blood, sweat, and tears with
nary even a shopworn reprehensible glint
bombarding, condemning, and defaming,
hence such determination bedeviling diligence
to espy acceptably blistering
excoriating, and insulting
nauseating mean opprobrium
meted out to me
until such outpouring
of vindictiveness acquired,
I will continue logic bending writing.
Wherefore art thou to find (even trumped) critique?
His soft whisperings melt me like butter,
His sensual touches trigger heart flutter.
His galvanized gaze sends shock through my core,
His puissant presence pours in every pore.
His youthful gait makes me run after him,
His six pack begs to elope at a whim.
His sardonic wit sets me to snicker,
His flamboyant car turns on my flicker.
His baritone banter - pure caress,
His fatal attraction's hard to suppress.
His coy discretion is high on my list,
His subtle advances - hard to resist.
If dreams came true I would not ask for more -
He is everything I ever wished for!
Some fantasies are as real as they seem -
I have been happily married! To him!
January 25, 2023
The sky was an iron skillet
To heaven it crept and filled it
Swallowed the color from every eye
An iron skillet was the sky
The earth no glint of morning touched
Fields swept black, the horizon crushed
To dawn the dark would not give birth
No glint of morning touched the earth
On the galvanized drummed the rain
Rivulets streaked the window pane
The ground it splattered and atomized
The rain drummed on the galvanized
Warm and tight you wrapped around me
In morningtide we could not see
I loved you through that stormy night
You wrapped around me warm and tight
September 10, 2022
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