Long Girders Poems

I.	  The Settlement

          Hickory bark bluffs
          at the blend of two 
    ...

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........Cactus
....Water Towers
Isolated desolates
Wrapped in spikes
Fluted aqua Greys
Or in military green
Reaching the skies
The desolate cacti 
The desert fingers 
Withholding blaze..
Desicating breeze..........
.Blistering freeze..................
Where not a blade....................
Nothin' germinate......................
Them root in dust.....................
Wasteland, gravel.....................
The fluted barrels......................
They shrink in dry......................
Bellow up...

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Ohh I could have sat with my heart 
--elevated with dribbled echoes-- 
ahhhhhh until it yet exhaled the tarnished seams 
capturing only the quiet current lapping
and soaking dirty steel embankment	
along the river’s edge beneath the...

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A splinter of golden sunlight seeps through the
Still-settling haze. I can see it through a crack in the rubble
Where pieces of building are precariously stacked
Like the toy blocks of a child. I can feel a...

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MegOHBlister
They built the underground chamber well reinforced with concrete to the depth of 
three miles into the center of the earth. NO steel girders were used. They did not 
wish to be trapped when the...

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October 21st 2007

Thoughts – Moneca .

The past has come around to dominate again.
It has brought me into a lesser place then before.
Upon wings of time’s passing, drift memories, ecstasies, experiences of joy to delight –...

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With that invisibilty of age
I can fly my life like a kite !
Uninvited and unseen,
albescent, grey, you know what I mean,
( not the first flush of youth or strong,
the young forget that we were young,...

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Scarecrow Addict
           

Gritted and dusty
Powered by flack jacket eyes
Bootsteps through grey puddles
Flotilla of cigarette butts
Trash kicked aside
In a desert of litter
Seeking the soulless of death
Chattering...

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The new 950-ton bridge would beat
down time dashing to classes cheat
ting vulnerability asper thick traffic 
     putting life at risk, 
     thus laudatory alternative
 
     intending to offer Sweetwater 
     to last a lifetime would...

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Sandpiper Pausing...Again

What times are these
where hearts run hot and cold
ceaseless conscience alerts
remind us of steel girders fallen prone
entombments sealed
their distant voice remembered well

Compassion's lens peers through
this fallen metropolis of micro-flesh
this glass transparency
engulfed by forsaken smoke
knowing...

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Train winded whistling and chugging,
leaving behind the city concrete,
it swiftly lunged into the green expanse,
fresh air blew ,trees swayed ,
as the blue yonder and bright sun,
set the terrific backdrop to the moving,
eyes do seldom settle...

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In todays society do you feel a little anxiety
not sure what is our governments real priority
and who do you trust after hearing all the crazy news
deciphering what is real and whats fake after what they...

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Perfect Housing


Iron girders are structural beams
Bricks that surround them are building blocks for what seams
Pipes and wires connect us to the invisible streams
Concrete floors are a division between above and the floors in-between
A roof made...

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Moving shadows in the night
Revealed within my path,
Adversity's bridge looms ahead
Beckoning with wrath.

Girders loosed by rust and ruin
Beneath the shifting sands,
Cascading rapids scale the pier
To claim the ones it can.

Calamity waits for all that pass,
Forbidding...

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Building Materials


It takes so long to understand
How the fractures of the past
Reach the home of the future
With such a stealthy hand

All the foundations
That you braced and propped
All the restorations
Made in cement and bricks
The plasterwork
Which seemed...

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THE BRIDGE I BURNED

I burned the bridge behind me, the one elaborately built,
The one of all my failures, the one of sins and guilt.
A bridge I thought would carry me to a life of bliss,
A...

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yea tis history - that end gin shelled a mesh by mit Romney wailin
such below figurative belt mortar attack subterfuge and constant railin
 per accusations hurled at barack Obama presidential campaign
lobbed like scud missile grenades...

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brush in hand, he breathes life to paper ...

      columns ... bejeweled and sparkling
         like blades of shimmering grass
   piercing...

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Time-struck in the Intervals of Space the Atom-Lover makes his way;
More weary in a weightless sense Than Atlas, overspent and out of reach -
         Soft feet upon...

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Before the day unfolds from crumpled sorrow prior to dawning
yawning fake cumbersome fawning’s creases nocturnal tossing
turning ragged motion rigor ante mortis refuses to leave the sheets
and pleated feat of forlorn furrows of a haunted mind...

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“Karlsruhe Hbf”

A man wore a bib on the outside of his down jacket
at Weiner Feinbacher.
Struedel doesn’t drip.
Poinsettias from Blumen leaving on the next train,
maybe from the same platform where 
945 Jews departed.
Citizens unwillingly embarked. 
The...

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I think of my ancestors building you,
Tying and placing tree-trunks, like girders, in queue;
They constructed you, then, with stones,
Twisted, turned, criss-crossed, hung, dangled in zones;
Road bridge, railway bridge, gate bridge, bay bridge,
You  resembled longest...

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jampacked city streets
that jangled and banged
in the raucous jarring day
shifted
from business to boogaloo
squeezing into moonlight
party lights
gin and lime-kissed
gimlet sequined dress
strutted
in studded six-inch heels
riveting flair
provoking jive and jazzy nights
to tame this lion of New York

The bed...

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Each Twin Tower encased in steel bower
Billowing masts did to horizon crest, as the fibrous 
sunflower
Wrought to withstand the shearing winds and the 
mightiest shower
A symbol of America's limitless capital and economic 
power
Perched on the...

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Where strong and sturdy currents flowed
In rhythms like the march,
There stood majestic girders
In a towering silver arch.

With pride, the span was erected
Above the swollen run,
Where it caught infrequent glances
From a feeble winter sun.

The currents seldom...

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