Long Headfirst Poems
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I love that we have memories
Even though as the years pass we may begin to doubt them
I cannot imagine…I cannot fathom…
what life would be without them.
On the river of life…when times are difficult…
or when we float along with ease
wherever the current takes us…
we keep adding memories.
And if life is like a river always moving ever forward without a break
I like to think of memories as a calm and peaceful lake…
A lake that no matter how many memories we add will never over fill
A quiet, tranquil place where time itself stands still.
Where we can choose to pause a while…
on the edge where the water meets the land
to get our feet wet for a moment and scoop a memory in our hands…
Or if we want…if we have the inclination…to wade up to our knees
or dive headfirst under the water and be awash in memories.
I love to swim the entire lake…it’s waters cool and clear
because I never know what memories will suddenly appear…
I don’t mind that the good and bad memories have mixed together along the way
because they have intermingled to make me who I am today.
I find I like to talk to my memories…to thank them when they were bright…
and even though the time has passed…to warn them…in hindsight…
Oh, I know that moment’s gone and I can never change that memory
which makes me wonder:?if I am talking to my memory…or is my memory talking to me?
Yes, I love that I have memories
Even though as the years pass I may begin to doubt them
for I cannot imagine…
I cannot fathom…
what my life would be without them.
No objection to cold weather, but...
ah jest wanna boomerang
back into the womb
versus being threatened
courtesy beastie boy gang
beating me to a pulp
after accurately discerning
being scared less pang
suddenly imagining myself
buffered, and buttressed
within zen Sibyl
prophet table Chinese philosophy
known as Yin and Yang.
No matter birth canal
long since got breached,
countless scores of years
I quickly grew
impossible mission to plunge
(think Nestea commercial)
headfirst back into utero,
haint got any got any
handy dandy blues clue,
nonetheless said wish
I broach to you,
whether ye reside in Baku
Guangzhou
Kalamazoo
Kathmandu
Peru
Thimphu
Timbuktu.
Sudden pang roared awake
nsync like blazing saddles
hot enough to sizzle steak
torpid, humid, and
arrid extra dry to take
breath away analogous vacuumed
courtesy fire breathing dragon
chilling parched scales in great lake
already this doubting
Thomas doth hanker
for global warming yore
less than six months ago
geesh for goodness sake,
when Earth did bake
triple digit temperatures
no thirst could slake,
thus intravenous feeding
in tandem with trach
still inadequate to brake
yours truly did pine... for chill
against dehydration, ah only to wake,
when came the morrow,
where Jack and Jill
sweat buckets, this
before they climbed uphill
akin to madding crowd
clamoring, thirsting, gulping...
every last drop
essentially emptying damn
immense reservoir spill
futilely swilling parched lips till...
Old cranks shrugged off
exceptionally hot weather, and did scoff
younger generation's creature comforts
old geezers recalled
back in the day
as laddies and Tom boy
lassies did slough
no trespassing signs
skinny dipping after they shuck off
clothes giddily swinging
atop highest bough
playing hooky averse
learning would ever payoff
pitying other kids in school
former gathering rosebuds...
around lunchtime hunger
relishing stealing stroganoff
under nose of Mister Groff,
one former German World War II,
who colluded with American "boys"
despite heavily decorated luftwaffe
and posthumously honored
Veterans day getting last laugh!
Yesterday I drank and smoked
Now today I surely don't
Yesterday I was bent out of shape
Today I'm lifting all kinds of weights
Yesterday gave into want's and needs
Today I'm setting myself free
Yesterday gave up the bad
Now today there's nothing left
Yesterday what I did
I swear today I won't miss
Yesterday the old me went away
All for the sake of resolutions made
That was all a week ago
Back to downing drinks and smoking smokes
Doing all the things I always did
Didn't take long to rubbish the list
I set down all of the weights
Except the doughnuts which I crave
Jumped headfirst back into want's and needs
As I missed them and they missed me
Made up with all I did that's bad
Not that they ever really left
Yesterday all that I did
Are back today in perfect fit
Resolutions to me are fine
If you keep yours and don't look at mine
If
If I could,
I would turn back
the cruel, unrelenting hands of time.
I would patiently wait on the sidelines
instead of jumping headfirst into life.
I would wait for a better song,
a gentler tune,
a better partner than the devil
I got stuck with—
an evil waltz,
unending.
And like an evil zoetrope,
I keep seeing glances
of distant places,
of glimpses of once-reachable hope,
and the laughter
of old times.
Grace quietly dances with another.
Peace glides past.
Yet in another—
the teary eyes of my mother.
On and on,
we waltz.
Paganini, lost in his world.
Time doesn't work on him.
And on and on we dance,
hoping for the inevitable,
sad end,
and longingly wishing for a sip
of water
on the expensive table.
A Knickerbocker Glory please
Was always his reply
He loved this ice cream sundae
Waited patiently as it was made
He loved the cream
He loved the fruit
He loved the sprinkles too
but his favourite was the cherry
perched on top ~ bright red and new
He carefully ate around it
taking only from the side
At times it would get buried
and sometimes it would hide
But on this day
this fateful day
faster than the speed of light
a seagull swooped
gave out a shriek
and snatched the cherry
with his vicious beak
Swallowed in one
the evil deed done
The moral of this story
to eat a Knickerbocker Glory
is to eat your cherry first
now his target it has gone
So that pesky greedy seagull
is now likely to move on
There is really nothing worse
than to fly into a glass headfirst
your head will be stuck fast
your last breathe will be a gasp
suffocation ~ asphyxiation
death by Knickerbocker Glory
now that would be a gory story...
Written 25th August 2019 after witnessing a rather similar scenario as a man was fighting off marauding seagulls, whilst trying to eat his KBG, haha...
Contest Strand Choice G
Sponsor Brian Strand
1st Place
I love swimming in the lake of my memories…closing my eyes and diving in headfirst…and bringing with me to the surface…memories submersed.
Take yesterday for instance…I dove in on a whim…and ended up, of all places, where memories of our granddaughter swim.
The memory of the day she was born…I remember the feeling of joy…
that we finally had a girl grand child…after the wonder of three boys.
The memory of the day when they all slept over on our floor…a memory I shall forever keep…not knowing where’d she be in the morning because she traveled in her sleep.
The memory of the day when she was older…just a couple of years later
when she found a comfortable place to sit…inside our refrigerator.
Yes, our granddaughter…who starts high school next year and is now almost as tall as me…I found the memory of the first time I bounced her on my knee.
As I dried myself off of these memories I found myself hoping one day she’ll understand…how important are my memories of when she’d run up and hold my hand….
As I stood upon the shoreline of my lake…I had to smile as I suspect…
there are moments in her lake…where our memories intersect.
And I’d like to think as we are swimming…in our memories…separately
that every now and then…for a brief moment…we share a memory.
For as wonderful as it is to make a memory…nothing can be compared….
to a memory that was made together…that forever will be shared
Slippery Slope to Our Forever
1. Every time I am with you, time always goes slowly.
Or perhaps it is I would cling to each memory, afraid of feeling lonely.
They say it is human nature to protect oneself—we act tough.
I must have lost that stimulant when I flew into your cloud of love.
2. The fault lies in my character; I only want to protect you.
Push me down the stairs and I will not fall headfirst.
How can I afford to hurt my head?
That wouldn't help to quench my thirst.
In my mind, fragile memories of you, me, and the leaves glowing with my tears' dew.
3. I will hold on to the slippery slope to our forever.
May bruise both knees and my tongue on each lever.
Passing in each season, I won't let go—you will have to push me away.
Shameless and shameless all the way through in my love for you. Is that all the pay?
4. I said I won't hurt my head even when I fall.
Want to know why?
My mind is a canvas painted with every laugh, smile, joke, and thought of yours.
I can't let go of it to save my life.
I don't care if it rhymes, but I will love to hold you in my arms in each lifetime.
5. Seeing you under a white veil and in a white dress, my body would freeze on the altar, awestruck by your beauty.
In case that happens, please know in all our lives, loving you will never become just a duty.
Drifting line to line
Like an answer it calls,
loud voices of the inspired,
sipping coffee cups
Picking moments like fresh corn,
hoping for the sweetest
Falling into space
in tiny squares of who we are
lost in words
Requested visits due in time
as the door opens,
the mat is clean…WELCOME
Breathing in search of dreams
Still dark outside as
bright light finds me
and I am here
Where I belong…mostly
Some love me, some don’t
some don’t care one way or the other,
but they are all poets,
sharing thoughts and ideas,
well wishes flourish
and sometimes anger, softly ranting
Adventures become lone wanderings,
lush floral habitats
with gardens of fragrant ideas
battling the weeds of yesterday,
still beautiful when woven
in the serendipity,
sown of long ago experiences
and tomorrow’s promises
for those eyes drifting
line to line from
time to time
Human beings, trapped in a world…
not trapped, (that was wrong) found living,
touching others and soothing hearts
Examining feelings with magnified senses
Skipping from here to there,
dressed up for an evening in
Finding direction and offering it
Poetry, it is our blood,
the rivers we float on hand in hand
till we reach the falls
and go headfirst into our own written paradise
Diving headfirst into healing tides
cleansed and terrified simultaneously
quick to sink or rise with every wave
ups and downs are fragments of joy
as shells move swift with the sea spray
my relentless spirit is the cornerstone
falling down hard getting up harder
I’ve been left behind in rough waters
beautifully bouncing rocking about
hurricane strength is what I needed
pulled under forced to briefly pause
thrown up high to capture fresh air
rejuvenated to go try with a crash
abandon fear and take on becoming
a concussion is merely temporary
I eventually reach stable and calm
Blossom
Enchantment
Does my heart yet beat?
Beg you - listen close, for I cannot
I fear it has halted its inexorable drum
Swallowed, as I, by the depths of your gaze
Brown - dark as black, against a dazzle of perfect ivory
I plunge your eyes headfirst with abandon - swimming deep
Submerged in immaculate sensuality and coy allure, thus
Is there any such elegance amidst Heaven's throng?
Did the Gardens of Babylon hide such a bloom?
Be there any such symmetry and polish
That feigns to measure your eyes?
Pray thee, for my selfish sake
Do not yet blink them
For I could not bear
Their absence.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Eyes" Poetry Contest, Anthony Slausen, Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Contest 385 Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.