Long Harass Poems
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These vast plains of steadfast savannahs
Haunt me joyfully with the silent hissing tune
Of the setting sun, smiling at the
Sashaying clouds of low skies, and ogling select woods.
The earth is brown here (snuff-brown, I insist),
And with the courage of humble humus soil
Into whose fecund wombs the fattest disciples of yam —
Each tuber a testimony to nutritious creation —are nursed.
Need I guess correctly the mating time of sorghum — in the rains
Or in droughts?
Millets keep decent trysts with their kind,
Aping the pullulation of scattered corn, tomatoes and cactus,
And peripatetic weeds, and all other refractory modules of tillage.
Anointing breeze is wafted by the league of seasons,
The illustration of grazing cattle, and singed
Hirsute peaks of knolls near totems hoisted by
Ancestral masters —on foot and on teething caravans.
The pasture, gold-trimmed, reaches the edge of the world,
And glitters with the power of mirage.
Within you, you belabour the point of nostalgia for mind’s
Aging peace fluttering in the distance, a faint, glistening ray greasing
The elbows of noontime.
Large, mourning boulders jilted by jealous streams serve as tour guides,
Deflecting pirouetting spectrums that harass the eyes as you ascend northwards . . . .
Welcome, Rover!
This is Northern Nigeria,
The foothill of God.
So, thanks for the distractions
But I need to pursue my passions
What paths am I on again?
My universe was turned upside down
I gave you my hearts crown
And you were too busy filling your purse
In other words, can I get a reimburse?
Of the curse of knowing you
Time cannot be reverse
Where to Start?
You may argue that it was my choice to go rescue
Because I thought I saw, strength, value, and virtue
That’s why I was into and wanted to continue
Now I see though that your love was never true
It was all just a waste; my heart needs to be erased
My hearts broken and needs to be awoken
Where to Start?
I need a nurse, for these symptoms are getting worse
But the dispatcher only wanted to send a hearse
Because I’m frozen and instead I’m being led in a sled
Consumed by this blacken cavity tissue
Because girl you are my issue
My love became the smoke of a cigar
Forgotten memoirs of a fallen star
Thrown down and drowned in a shadowy well
Farewell. No misspell. I meant ‘Go to hell!’
Here’s my eulogy. Wish you never met me
Thanks for the remembrance of you
Where to start?
She a player who’s queued for her next match
Wanting to try out her newest patch
Then taking aim
And ------- until there is nothing else to game
The body counts
Something is wrong with her account
Where to start?
She needs to go find a new toy
Something like a little solider boy
Melting all the plastic
Making all the room toxic
Did someone call for the medic?
The verdict, horrific
My empty cavity
Just a tragic memory
Where to start?
As there will always be this shadow behind my ---
To harass
As a reminder of our past
So, why do the nice guys finish last?
Because of you!
Where to start?
In pain, I cried
Being electrified
In this hospital room
Called life’s classroom
I’ll need a qualified doctor
Something to monitor
This surgery of your robbery
From the treasury
Of my heart
Where to start?
Form:
It’s a difficult thing to understand,
Maybe takes some explaining,
But Beasting was a tradition,
Just a part of military training
Helping turn the raw recruit
Into one who understands
The necessity to obey quickly
Possibly life saving commands.
The other end of my working life,
My last desperate job,
Working under the control of a
Manic bullying yob.
He would daily select his victim,
Apparently with glee,
And then verbally harass them
For all the rest to see.
You could see them almost tremble
Until the victim was named
Then visibly relax with relief as he
Was duly publicly shamed.
Day after day they took it,
His almost hysterical raves
Reasonably well paid but
I’ll treated wage slaves.
In due course it came to my turn
And I just walked out
Leaving behind me his astonished
And very angry shout.
I didn’t return to work until
All the others had gone
When I explained to him the reason
Why I’d done what I’d done.
Although they were his workers
They had the right to expect
Courtesy and consideration and
To be treated with respect.
I could see he was a little upset,
Had that look on his face,
Must have been a long time since
Anybody had put him in his place.
I must say I expected him to
Tell me I was to be fired
But he kept his distance and
Eventually I retired.
When I left apparently he continued
With his strange management style
And still the staff put up with
His daily invective and bile
When you’ve faced a Sergeant Major
You’ve been beasted by the best.
But he was just a beginner
Not even much of a test
The very worst he could’ve done
Was sack me at the end of the day,
A Sergeant Major could sling a man
In the cells and throw the key away.
In the military Beasting has it’s place,
Crazy as it may seem,
Part of the common experience to help
Build a competent team.
But, in civilian work and life
There really isn’t any excuse
It’s just inexcusable bullying
And unjustified abuse
A red tail hawk perches on the rooftop of my adjacent building,
watching the activity at my window where I feed my local pigeons,
but not one pigeon will the hawk kill,
while they are feeding at my window sill.
The hawk waits until they all leave,
to relax perched in surrounding trees,
and then gliding high up above, very still, very silently
the hawk dives into the branches of one of the surrounding trees,
then emerges moments after from the branch's leaves.
The hawk has made its pigeon kill successfully.
The hawk flies off to find somewhere to eat in peace,
but is marauded by a murder of crows suddenly.
The crows harass the hawk, tormenting it relentlessly,
until the dead pigeon locked in its talons gets released.
The crows chase the hawk off and all share in the feast
of the hawk's prey that the hawk never got a chance to eat.
Outside my window this kind of drama will often play,
nearly every single living day.
I'm a woman now. I have means to be
mean and get away with it.
He died—too fast for my liking.
I’d already hired a detective,
ready to face it—
or at least harass the details of the since-me
life he must have lived.
I've never spoken about it,
the last time we talked.
He called me from a pay booth
because his wife was home.
I answered on my plastic ConAir phone
because my parents were at work:
What did you tell them?
I told them nothing.
Nothing happened when I was gathered
in the room with the same advisor
who told me to use vinegar on my underarms
to stave off the stink of puberty the year before.
Has your mother ever talked to you?
The counselor, with the vice principal and nurse—
not asking if it had happened but if I knew
what it meant. Big of them to think
I had the right words for it:
Consort, statutory, inappropriate.
It's always ok if they’re in love, I answered
like it was still a hypothetical.
It wasn’t enough
to stop them from handing it back to me—
to let me deny it, file it away,
case closed, parents informed and unconcerned.
Even the police were relieved
there was no paperwork.
Virginia, June 8, 1789
James Madison penned the constitution
And on December 15, 1791
It became America’s resolution
The first amendment clearly states
No abridging of the freedom to speak
We may assemble peacefully
With either praise or critique
Facts gathered respectfully
Researched and verified
Presented in a competent manner
So that it’s content is clarified
I am sure this is what Madison meant
When he wrote our Bill of Rights
But people with little or no morals
Have taken it’s meaning to new heights
Our legal right is so often abused
By members of this human race
Speaking not the truth, but secret lies
WIth intent to besmirch and abase
Words contrived of anger not fact
Whispered by a substandard class
Are nothing more than calumniation's
Intended to demean and harass
Comments made in hidden fashion
By those that know they’re wrong
Should reevaluate their own self worth
Before dragging others along
This law was established for one and all
But with this privilege comes obligation
To compose your words with integrity
Absent of false representation
So if you have something to say
That is of any importance at all
Speak only the truth loud and clear
While standing proud and tall
If James Madison were here today
Surely his eyes would fill with tears
At how his words were misconstrued
And dismembered over the years
They, we, I, made it. One year with a little more knowledge and somewhat of a grasp over the idea that 4 became 3 and 1, some ash.
It's been a whole 365 days, and you still have not come back. I believe some small part of me wanted this to be a nightmare that I could wake up from. I feel I needed to keep that small denial regarding you, otherwise, I would not have been able to make it through. Now, the hardest part of this new reality to consume, unlike the one where you were one and I was two. How am I supposed to be one of four, without you?
Well, I didn't write to harass you, honestly just want to chat with you. Catch up, listen to you laugh. Hear about your wild times, The adventures of Kat. Something I will always miss about you, is you always tried to make people who didn't feel cool not feel so blue. You encouraged me to have friends.
You always wanted me to get out there find what makes me happy and create my happiness. You reminded me that I needed to start from somewhere. You showed me to have a voice because it's all we have, and speak like I care. I swear I would give anything to hear your laugh. Sucks because we have to mourn your death 7 days before your B-earth day, and still can't process that.
Like I said I didn't come to complain. I miss you, Katrina, God it still hurts to say your name. 365 days, and it still feels like the 1st day's pain. I love you so much. I know you hear me, even though I don't always feel that way. I sometimes open your current home's door, and tell you I love you like I wished I did more before.
So, today I acknowledge, and mourn one year without your unapologetic human form in solidity here. I loved you then from a distance, now I love you with all of my earthly bound existence.
Clinging to sunny Bognors regal
skirts
At his Majesties most royal verges
The readied hand thrusts upon the
lever,
And, shuddering, She forward lurches.
Clanking ominously over diesel fueled
growls,
Expediency, they said, was driven
to ignore:
The raised up objections and anguished
frowns,
And track them under tracked-over
ground.
For by unanimous vote they did smugly
decide,
Albeit tales of backhanders hotly denied,
That poor clymping Parish could no longer
abide
The daily through fare of the popular ride.
So when you next travel upon the new
Bypass
Think of the local residents you no longer
harass;
Dwell on the advantages you formerly
decried,
Whilst ripping through the greenbelt
to the jolly seaside.
Think of their tearooms, and the little
stone bridge,
Think of the old fort just beyond the sharp
ridge;
Think of their gift shops decked out with
festoons,
With bright little trinkets, plates and silver
spoons.
For over and beyond the ancient on-looking
hills
Creeps an old warming wind that carefully
steals:
To gently gather up the wretched mechanical
sounds -
And bear them away above the pale, distant
Downs!
Hearts made of wax, sent through the mail
Should help relax, instead I wail,
They will soon melt in time's hot hands,
Loneliness is felt midst life's strands;
Hearts made of glass shatter and fail
When griefs harass, they don't prevail,
What use are these hearts so feeble,
Poor pleas of perishing people?
Hearts made of stone are cold and fake,
Even Love will own - "Hard to break",
Will they be healed? How can I trust?
Feelings concealed, what if they bust?
Hearts made of flesh and blood, I seek,
They won't crush my sentiments meek,
Understanding hearts of love - Now,
fear departs, before them I bow.
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quiet and still
such a thrill
only wish i had someone to talk to
i tried my best to make it to be you
i realize now that i cannot make you by force
for you will deny me frigidly with no remorse
quiet and still
such a thrill
only wish i had someone to talk to
music is a very viable option if my wish does not come true
i will always respect your choice to pass
it is not in my honest personality to harass
quiet and still
such a thrill
only wish i had someone to talk to
it would be a great pleasure in those lovely times for your replies to come through
all in all you will always be my Friend
no matter how life stretches or chooses to bend