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Early in the morning you boarded it
and for a ride from Rock Island to Chicago.
tickets bought
for an outing
anticipated all week
First, it lumbered on the main track
through rail yards, warehouses, aging
factories where your fathers worked
as it clicked and clacked its way
out of town. It passed back yards
in East Moline where early morning
residents walked, secrets revealed.
You wanted to tell them there was
so much more
to the life they’d known
you were young
You were on summer break
from college and sharing
the journey with high school
friends on a Saturday off
from summer jobs
vistas of countryside
east of town opened
fields vibrant and green
After three hours a towering
skyline grew before your eager eyes
of Chicago, a city so great that each time
it stirred your imagination and after
you got off the train the Hancock Building
looked just blocks away
the mecca sought
reached into
open skies
You walked through the Loop
and by the El, overhead commuter tracks
past small ethnic restaurants and crowded
sidewalks where a woman with a shaved head
danced with her man and you gasped
o, a wonder of the music played
moment-by-moment
you embraced stories
each neighborhood revealed
You walked from hours to get
to your destination to go up
do the observation deck and
view other skyscrapers and
interstates web their way
through a metropolis as it
rose in the midst of fields and farms
just to the east
the sun shimmered
on an endless lake
"Yellow is a bright and fun color to enjoy." By Poet
My husband and I met,
many years ago.
After writing weeks of letters,
he was coming to visit me for a few days.
Yellow was my then boyfriend's favorite color,
I was going to be a fun surprise for him.
The engines of the airplanes roared,
just like my nervous stomach.
I was dressed in all yellow from head to toe,
looking like a big bee with a huge smile.
When he got off the airplane,
he said, "you look breathless."
Then we both laughed until we cried,
I may have looked stupid but he loved it.
I chose this moment because it set the stage for our life together. He was coming to see me. We had first met a few weeks before. I wanted to impress him. Knowing yellow was his favorite color, I knew I would be in yellow. I went to many stores finding yellow from a head scarf to shoes. Every line was easy to write because it was a fun part of our life. I removed the part about him staying with my girlfriend and her husband because it was not about yellow or the airport. To this day, we still laugh about this airport meeting.
Beautiful Prostitute
On the train, underground, I saw a lady, she was very beautiful
Yes. She was standing in the car, people were around her
All the passengers looked at her with contempt.
I stood by her, beside her, I took out my prayer book, reading
And I showed her the text, to this lady, to this victim of humanity
She looked at the book, then she just looked straight ahead
Hmm. I got off at the next stop. Hmm. This lady was suffering
This happened years ago. I saw this lady again a year ago
On the Baker Street Underground Station. She just looked
straight ahead on a bench. Became sad. Well dressed woman
Magnetic. I love her. I hope her life is right. She is a loved life
Beautiful phenomenon. Nobody loves you? Love you wanderer.
I flew to Israel at age 22
Ten days after graduating college
Knew what I didn't want to do in life
Didn't know what I wanted to do
Got off the plane
Looked at the signs
All in Hebrew!
Kosher Meat -- in Hebrew
Taxi for Hire -- in Hebrew
Lod Airport -- in Hebrew (Today: Ben Gurion International Airport)
My language! My Country! My Home!
Moved there "for good" five years later
Didn't quite make a go of it, Pity!
Returned broken-hearted...
But the Flavor of the Land
The Spirit of Its People
My People!
Has never left me:
They Changed My Life
They Changed Me
For the Better
Forever!
Do not confuse
my compliance
with agreement.
My quiet is not
for your appeasement.
I’m trying to survive,
while knowing
my suffering
makes you feel alive.
I’ll never understand,
how pushing me down,
causes you to thrive.
Is there
a special taste
in my fear?
A satiation
of your thirst
that is quenched
by a tear?
How do you
see yourself
when you
look in a mirror?
Would you
cease to exist
if I wasn’t here?
I am
sucked up
by your need.
Your “Love me
love me” creed!
Your soul hole
is to big to feed.
You’re a human parasite,
or a deep rooted weed.
How much more,
will you cause me to bleed?
I am child
You hold
all the power.
An imposing figure
like a clock tower.
I am held
in your tick talk grip,
hour after hour.
As I grow quieter,
you become
louder and louder.
Now I make
my great escape.
My own new world
a different landscape.
The old me
hung out to dry,
like a freshly
cleaned sheet draped
I become,
my own Super Hero,
with a brand new cape.
Without you,
my strength grew.
I did not allow you,
to determine who
I should be,
or what I am supposed to do.
That part of my life
is finally through.
All the lies you
forced fed me,
none of them were real.
I didn’t know then
how I should feel.
You somehow
convinced me
you were a big deal.
Now you hold no sway
and little appeal.
I got off of
your mind controlled
hamster wheel!
My life’s now my own,
I stopped the steal.
I am reading Edith Egler’s book “The Gift”
It caused me to contemplate abuse at the
hands of my father. I wrote another piece
titled Eddy in which I tried to understand what
shaped who he became. I am not angry with
him anymore. He passed away over 20 years
ago. I must admit it was an important part of
my family healing.
She may not know what's wrong with me
But my lover holds me up
And in her embrace, I aim my tunneled sight forward
And from where I stand, I see...
You were her closest friend
I too thought of you as one
Headstrong, never taking no for an answer
Yet from where I slump, I see...
You fell in love with an abusive man
Became addicted to the attention
Hid every bruise he left on your skin
But from where I sit, I see...
And everyone else did too
And you got off on the attention rained upon you
Constantly quitting and starting up again
And from where I sleep, I see...
You cheated on your lovers to return to him
I can no longer bear to watch
When even your best friend shuts her eyes to hide you away
We wish it was only a dream.
Your Long Angular Feet
You don’t know me, but
I been riding here in this trundling lounge car
for two hours now, watching
you and your long angular feet,
while rumbling over these burdened tracks,
to silent Garden City, up there in Kansas
on the high wheat plains, sky bound!
I been wondering what your name is.
Alas, it is really none of my business,
but your silent intuitive look,
your expressive knowing gaze,
has intrigued me with repentant ambivalences, and
guilty acknowledgements within my mind,
far beyond any understandable explanation,
far beyond the passing distant New Mexico mountains,
as they inertly move with silent dogged violence,
out there, in the whirring passing blur,
beyond these curving airy Amtrak eyes,
of blue tint and orange penetrating glare,
wrought with distorting apparitions of yellow
and green wheezing monsters of morning light,
with the Super Chief masticating eastern miles,
like a termite boring ferociously, slashing
into the railroad ties of unyielding time;
And so we sit, staring out this bubble window in the sun,
and I been wondering about you.
I been believing you’re educated, I can tell,
by the look of your pursed lips,
indicative of past heartbreaks and meltdowns;
and I been believing you’re a democrat,
by your descending, unhearing stare,
indicative of past arguments with fools
who sleep near obelisks, set in old stone.
And as you gaze far away
through the lounge car windows,
deep into New Mexico, its heart and rocky soul,
I wonder what you’re remembering there,
smiling, at peace with your intended purpose.
It was really nothing to me or anyone else,
nothing earth-shaking or profoundly circumstantial,
but you got off in Albuquerque,
you and your long angular feet,
and you walked away, like a dead person
in an old film reel.
I
I left my state to study afar.
A church college lured me to go west
where it’s so dry and no fireflies are.
But I was young and followed no star
that could lead me to what would be best.
I left with no really firm goal.
A psychology major I’d thought
to pursue. My apathetic soul
got off that bus. A different role
I took when a new bus I caught!
Off this new bus, I found myself flung
onto a path I had never thought of -
to ESL teaching I then swung.
Also I fell into marriage quite young
and always lived far from kinfolk I love.
What if I had never moved away?
Was my aimlessness part of my fate?
Would I be happier living today
where all through my youth I used to play?
One can’t know what one can’t recreate.
The panda bear is cute but also shy.
So have you ever stopped to wonder why?
It goes back to that time in history
when all God’s creatures sailed upon the sea!
Old Noah built an Ark, which two by two
each kind of animal was led into.
A pair of pandas got put in the middle
of that boat! But pandas are not little!
The pandas, since they could not move about,
would sometimes bump into some creature’s snout.
Poor Mrs. Panda had no privacy
and felt too flustered when she had to pee!
Poor Mr. Panda, lost his wife’s affection,
and sadly afterwards, lost his ********.
The pandas, once they got off of the Ark,
were somehow able to regain their spark.
They ended up in China, learning to
“get it on again” and eat bamboo!
But now they face extinction once again,
thanks this time to crimes of modern men.
Everything is now against the norm.
Forced together, pandas can’t perform.
Such failure, like it was in Noah’s day,
must just be part of Panda’s DNA.
Let’s hope that we’ll be hearing very soon
the pandas being told to ‘get a room!”
This was originally meant for some Noah's Ark contest
that never got judged. So here it is now for YOU, PD!!
Original poem posted Aug. 3, 2021 for Charles Messina's Contest:
When I Let One Loose in the Elevator
(for those who do not know, SBD means "Silent But Deadly")
When I let one loose in the elevator,
so silent was it that nobody knew
among all the folks stuck on that lift
from whose bottom that humdinger flew.
Folks looked at their feet; no one's eyes did they meet.
With some others, I got off the lift
although my floor I had not even reached!
Those still going up were left with my SBD gift.
The line requirement was too limiting, so I always wanted to create a longer
version, so this is what I came up with NEW version):
In a crowded elevator I was stuck;
feeling gassy, I thought, "What the 'l'uck!"
For a woman now older than sixty,
I can barely hold my own pee pee.
How I tried to hold in all that gas.
The feeling, however, just would not pass.
To let it loose became a must.
Surprisingly, there was no gust.
It came out sneaky like a ninja.
You did that before now, didn't ya?
It was a silent fart yet deadly -
humdinger type called SBD.
So silent that nobody knew
from which person’s bottom that it flew.
People awkwardly looked at their feet
and nobody's eyes did they meet.
Though I needed to reach the top floor,
I got off with a group at floor four.
The stench lingered where I HAD been
like some unforgiveable sin.
I doubt they had known it was me.
Up the stairwell I now could flee -
up to my floor! Those left in the lift
got to stay with the whiff of my "gift."
Oct. 13, 2021
For John Lawless' Something Old Something New Contest