Long Growths Poems
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I shiver beneath a frozen sky of milky gray and white
and like a little rabbit whos barely grown into his coat
I linger in the forest bristling like a dry piece of wood
I was detached from my father like a youngling discomfit
I come from a prideful bush of green but its not who I am
settling down under, on a large tuft of mulch
I am the last living acorn settled no longer in the air
but when Autumn sings her song of mellifluous swell
I seem to outlast every flower of her time
Life is but a series of spurts, growths, windy dances
let it be said, " the apple doesn't fall far from the tree"
but neither does the acorn as far as the eye can see
I shiver beneath a frozen sky of milky gray and white
I'm not a blade of grass, nor an eagle, nor an elk
I am an acorn with a little french beret, …
April 17, 2020
Plutonium ensures growth.
More Plutonium, more growths.
Fewer bombs increase the risk of unemployment.
More bombs increase the risk of employment.
Bombs for peace.
More bombs, more pieces.
Bombs to profit this nation.
More bombs, more profits.
Bombs bring potential enemies to the table.
More bombs, more potential enemies, more tables.
Bombs deter enemies from using bombs against us.
More bombs deter more enemies from using more bombs against us.
Bombs aid the construction industry.
More bombs, more constructions.
Funny, when I was a little boy, I thought
All bombs could do was explode.
How Far We’ve Come
Back in the Dark Ages with their lack of drains,
hygiene, refuse disposal and community dustmen,
Ignorance and superstition reigned rats and hogs.
Spreading from the Black Sea, the Black Death
Brought half of Europe to its grave. After the fall
Of Constantinople, a century on, came the New Learning
and the Renaissance, when Man was proud of being Man.
New worlds were discovered; science was born.
For Francis Bacon science was the source of power:
“Nature obey if you would be her lord.”
Later it was realized, utopias with clean streets
Must be defended, and that by science.
Now the rockets stand erect, poised to poison,
To spill the obscene beans and bugs to finish off.
Do up those buttons, Adam, or you return to dust
Before your time, lest the last mass turbulence
Reveals too late to what impotence
Our potent forces lead. Who then will ask
Or answer why our best minds, blind only
To the obvious, served to devise the means
Of mass destruction in the hire of governments
Of the people, by the people, for the people
Left dead or dying with no one to erect
Crosses to them in the shade of Adam’s tree?
While the True Vine cries” “Father, why..?,”
And heady Dionysus notes how potent was his drug,
Adam haves one final, futile, groan,
Upon this dark eve.
I have a skin, brown tan melolin
Inside of me is water, energy
I have nodes from which buds are formed
I am shapeN like a football, a peanut, a fat lumpy carrot
I may develop sprouting, buds, green spots
I may be spoilage, not cause my parents giving me everything I ask
Interspersed in a tubular, vallecular
If for I am green growing out my sprouts
I am better off tossed out
Thrown away
What, Who am I
The one with many eyes, but no hands
Whom, am eye with eyes and spots
Inside me is water, starch and energy
Inside me ivory tan inside me
I am russet Burbank Shepody, Umatilla
What nation to I come from
What nationally am I
You see I am not human
But I human-to-see
I have many so love
the growing points so are potato tubers,
each with a little stem bud
the Red, White, Russet Oh’ how we love
begin to sprout, the growths those roots,
eyes, and bumps have a high
concentration of compounds see
I’m not human
I am a potato
The Cromlech
Roots do not grow in monolith mono-light mono-life
the flat stone of wisdom balances on light and darkness
No moon without the sun the stars the little me in Universe
frightened fortunate translucent transparent transitional opaque
in contrasts contradiction’s complements of polar opposites
Shadows sparkle brightly finding openings from the dark the black
the void the awful vortex depressing tunnel vision prism’s shelter
shining illuminations shade pride pre-judgement enlighten intuition
embrace and cover cracks and crevices they join together
Rainbows and rain-glows rain-blows’ flows do not patronise
once they emerge who the patron wants to be born from the yew
tree of at times annoying living in the village called home and the self
The bark the oval berries leafs ramifications are not vicious or vindictive
the energy and water systems nutrients therein are so amazing
the change and growths broken branches withered sentiments sediments
are what we make of them grim gruesome delightful and victorious
if we so choose the path that shines in light and darkness blazing
brightness in the tedious awful gloom yet sooty glitters' solemn soiree
Life is but a temporary solar lunar inter-webbed ensemble a tree
a monument museum’s nature’s pantograph perspective pre- and
post-historic past and future present future-past a balancing of one
on other you and I of stone of tree and fruit compost and new beginnings
and every moment is a prelude grounded foreplay focal lens and blossom
A Cromlech Dolmen celebration lightness juxtaposed nocturne and moon
24th July
This Is My Wish For You My Son
Watching you grow up my son
Blessing can’t compare to none
The years have gone to fast, but it has just begun
Wisdom of the past lessons
Helped you in your growths passion
Wisdom of responsibility, compassion,
And being kind has built up your ambition
The past confusions are what has condition
Made you happy with enthusiasm
Don’t stop growing in your wisdom
I’ll give you into the hands of God’s evangelicalism
This is my wish for you my son
The years have gone to fast, but it has just begun
Blessing can’t compare to none
Watching you grow up my son
By: Eve Roper
12/28/2014
The Cure
They gave me pills today.
They wanted to give me a shot.
I took both,
but now I wonder... Why?
I went by the store,
on the way home.
I purchased the prescription,
I was given.
The young woman,
handed me the bottle,
and the novel,
of the story...
which was inside.
"Take this capsule twice each day,
and never should you stop.
Take it...
till we tell you too,
until we tell you NOT!
It may contain a bit of this,
or even some of that,
and even a few more...
things that make you gag.
But it will work on the problem
there will be no lag.
You might feel a little funny,
there are a few effects.
A long kind of stretch...,
in the back of your neck.
Warts, and growths...
and extra things,
you really did not need,
will find a way to stay with you,
forever "they" will feed."
Sunday I decided,
to try a new approach.
I told my sickness, "Go away,
and asked instead the Holy Ghost!
Stay with me, my Lord..., my King...
guide my day to day,
please stay with me,
now and forever...
in every way.
It does not matter healed or not.
My heart was lifted...
right there,
on the spot.
Amen.
A. Foster, Ann Foster, Annette Foster
The time to be happy is now
For the task unto which my pledge bow
Has given me enough motive
To be up to its crack; adaptive
Growing up effective means through
Its affirmative defenses view
How else would confirmation sign
The awaited supervised deadline
The place to be happy is here
Holding unto peaceful atmosphere
Studying promotes duality:
A setting of class formality
What call to duty checks often
To promote the upcoming Aaron
Before Moses free departure
To lead on others as an archer
The way to be happy is to
Make others happy ou of the blue
Providing clues to clueless mind
For none to go astray or grow blind
Like fools give up at ease on hope
Not sure if trying would help them cope
Off its impossibility
Worship inevitability
I have got a little heaven
Smart OYO-MESI in their seven
Overnight switching codes for peace
Disturbing minds' growths to be at ease
As joyfully as emotions
Running moving streams to form oceans
Unbearable cross then lightened
Amidst schedules for dream so tightened.
it will soon be evening
the fish will be cooked with the head and tail on
fried with ginger and lemon grass
on a black iron skillet
the head and tail of the large cod
will be given to the cat
the woman could eat both head and tail
they are the best parts of the fish
but she loves her cat
the cat consumes the fish head and the tail
then go out
to watch the birds until they disappear into the dusk
the woman eats the tender white fish
with lemon
a thick slice of new baked bread
and much salty butter
for her supper
the bones of the fish she plants in her small garden
to nourish the soil
soon the cat will smell the new green growths
and love her more
flowers will bloom under a fish-eyed sky
small birds are safe for another day
The Battlefield of Survival
There is nothing that brings out our fragility
to surface like surgery, dreams one has of
success is laid bare under the well-lit light
of an operating table
First time I had one of those growths removed
was seventy-five years ago by our doctor
wearing a three-piece suit with a blue tie
My memory of him is that of a man who
had a cigarette in one hand and a scalpel
on the other hand, during the proceedings
he spoke to my mother about the weather
That was inclement, and the Labor Party
He and my mother were communists
For a long time, I had to take blood tests
which I didn't mind, his waiting room was
full of magazines and newspapers
There is nothing to read in waiting rooms
anymore, apparently, it is unhygienic
Not that it mattered, one has phones
The surgeon and his assistant spoke
pleasantly to each other about their work
at hand, I just happen to be there
After the operation, I was led into a room
to rest and dress, no, there was no kind
nurse serving tea
Not all wounds are visible
My people has been wounded enough
Because they keep on holding on
To the old ways
Till now we suffer same things from the past
No wonder we keep suffering
Cos the people that are meant
To represent us
Are the main reason we became
Economic wounded
Resources wounded
Poverty wounded
Growths wounded
Morally wounded
I wonder what more inflation
That can be inflated on us
Cos we have seen 98 percent of pains
We are not scared of 2 more
Not all wounds are visible
Despite all hardship we pass through
We cover our pains with smiles
Despite all the troubles we face
We calm ourselves down with peace
We understand the importance
To maintain love among each other
Their is no other better way
If we don't support one another
We can together be a blessing
To the world
Or inflate pains on ourselves
And create wounds we can't heal so quickly