Long Hole in the ground Poems
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Shame on you the justice said
I see those bruises on your head
I know what happened the judge did insist
You pushed your face into the defendant’s fist
This isn’t murder the judge proclaimed
The poor defendant can’t be blamed
He was squeezing the trigger just for fun
It was the victim’s fault for standing in front of the gun
You can’t call him a thief, that’s going too far
Without your knowledge, he just borrowed your car
I know what you are you stupid jerk
You’re one of those dumb bastards who go to work
Why this rapist can’t be guilty
Just look at his innocent face
His poor eyes are all red
Because the victim used mace
So set him free and he can rape once more
Then embarrass the victim like she was a whore
We can take all the black and white laws away
Interpret them those laws to a shade of gray
Not guilty, not guilty the judges declare
Screw the victim and all those who care
There isn’t a law that we will not bend
Just so the defendant we do not offend.
Being a liberal justice could be dangerous
If your judgement is sound
Playing golf is dangerous if you don’t know
Your @ss from a hole in the ground.
Form:
I went out one night;
folks say they don’t bite,
but grabbing the banister,
I slapped my hand upon one.
No, the experience was not fun
for the mantis nor me,
this painful whelp I cannot relieve!
My pet Gekko Little Elk,
in his tank on the shelf,
got his own terrible fright one night.
with a mantis he tangled,
and ended up mangled;
and his tail didn’t grow back right.
My cat jack chasing a mouse;
I’d prefer he’d chase grouse,
stuck his nose in hole in the ground.
Imagine my scowl,
when he let out a yowl,
mantis claws converted nose to ground-round.
"Is this the gate of Heaven?" asked Mary.
"Silly," said Ann. "It's only the gate of the park."
As they walked down a glade, Mary asked,
"Who lives in those trees over there?
Look, they're waving at us."
"It's nobody," said Ann. "Just the shades
dancing over the grass under the trees.”
"Let's climb that mound," said Mary.
"Yes, let's," said Ann.
"Does this hill lead to the sky?" asked Mary.
"Of course it doesn't," snapped Ann.
"If you were big like me, you'd see.
the thorns and thistles with purple flowers
on the brow of the hill, you would."
"Are hilly brows like eyebrows?" asked Mary.
"Sort of, only different," said Ann,
looking very deliberate, like Mum sometimes.
Mary ran ahead. "Look," she cried.
"You can see a piece of the sky
where there's a hole in the ground."
"Silly," said Ann, "That's the refegshun of the sky
in the lake. Let's go down to the swans.
Once at the lake-side they saw a swans
swimming towards them.
"Is it an angel," asked Mary.
Her elder sister was speechless
for a moment. "It's just lovely," said Ann,
who had dropped her omniscient guard.
Where were you when I was three, where were you when I was crying out for thee, I lived in the bosom of the sea but no one came and look for me, I learn to fend for myself and when the times get tough, I had to take care of myself and make up my own bed.
Where were you when the bomb explode in the town and the people took cover on the ground, I had to crawl on my belly to the sea and bury my face in my hands so that I could breath and if it wasn’t for the snail in the sand, I would perish in the clustered air. I recall this moment so that you can feel what nature has in store for me.
Where were you when I was hungry, cold and sad, and all I needed was an helping hand, I wasn’t asking for much, all I needed was your trust, and now that I am here you have turned my life into a nightmare because I have nothing to share. I will live the life that was destined to be until the universe set me free.
Shadows of the evening creeps upon the mystic shore with silent feet walking in an unfamiliar space leaving footprints in the sand and a message that no one could understand, the water rides upon the shore and somewhere a tiny hole in the ground that leads to nowhere became their biggest fear.
Strangers spread out all over the beach sitting in little chairs absorbing the stench of the salty evening air; the sun passes through the wavering clouds and absorb the moisture from the wet sand but the boisterous waves keep rolling on and somewhere in the underworld ancient souls buried with time return to the surface and mingle with the universe to break the wicked curse.
There is a hole in the ground that no one can see, it is the hole that leads to the bottom of the sea. When mankind become exhausted on the land and the poison of the earth pollutes the air, that is the only place to escape to breath fresh air; the pilgrims know where it is but the travelers are still searching for it beneath the bridge. It has been there for many year and nature has more to share.
Where were you when you were trapped in the sea, where were you when I called you to come and rescue me?
Where were you!
~ the nameless ebony bird sings so mournfully -
the wind lifts your wings ~
poet's quote
A gaping hole in the ground
No tombstone or roses
White painted tiny coffin
angelic hands in prayer
A simple metal plate
with a number
No tolerance for fake tears
Justice must be a promise
Newborn child with the right to life
left under a bridge, naked
wrapped in a dirty plastic bag
The child didn't have a chance
in twenty-three minus degrees
A mother and father
abandoned his responsibility
their horrible secret
remains a dark shadow
"Is this the gate of Heaven?" asked Mary.
"Silly" said Anne, it's only the gate of the park."
As they walked down the glade Mary enquired:
"Who lives in the trees over there?
Look. they're waving at us."
"It's nobody," said Anne, "just the shades
dancing over the grass under the trees."
"Let's climb the mound," said Mary.
"Yes, let's" said Anne.
"Does this hill lead to the sky?" asked Mary.
"Of course it doesn't," snapped Anne.
"If you were big like me, you'd see
the thorns and thistles with purple flowers
on the brow of the hill, you would."
"Are hilly brows like eyebrows?" asked Mary.
"Sort of, ony different," said Anne,
looking very deliberate like Mum sometimes.
Mary ran ahead. "Look!" she cried,
"you can see a piece of the sky
where there's a hole in the ground."
"Silly, that the relegshun of the sky
in the lake," said Anne.
One at the lakeside they saw a swan
swimming gracefully toward them.
"Is it an angel? asked Mary .
Her sister was speechless for a moment.
"It's just lovely," sighed Ann,
who for once dropped her omniscient guard.
silly
On the farm as a boy , fifty metres from the house
we had an antiquated dunny
Hard to make the distance when
bowel movements were rather runny
Construction of this dunny consisted,
of a big hole in the ground
It would sometimes fill with water
if there was lots of rain around
Another individuality, the building was quite broad
a big and little hole was a feature of the seat
So a parent and a child could sit beside each other
to carry out, a necessary, ablution feat
,
My brother and I, we both abhorred washing dishes , particularly at night
and even though we were both scared of the dark
It was preferable to invent an urge go down that long hill,
to that distant outdoor dunny, just sit!! Oh what a lark
One day, in desperation, I ran down the hill
to do what I urgently needed to do
And there outside that dunny, was a red bellied black snake
startled, slithered off, under the building to slip into the poo
Now at night when it became wash up time
my brother and I would compete, to fulfill ,
that once abhorred chore, it, no longer made us glum
Now too scared to escape fifty metres down the hill,
fearing the imprisoned snake might bite us on the bum
For many weeks we may be busting
to visit that toilet at night
But still we only went there, when it was full daylight
I didn’t know that it exists until I see an ant crawling out of a disc, I didn’t know that it exists until I see a beetle from the order of Coleoptera coming out of a hole, and a thousand of them join a procession and marched around a mound that leads towards the heavens.
The early morning warmth races through the back door leaving a multitude of beetle crawling about the floor. There were hundreds of them moving in line heading towards the shores and the metamorphosis begins. Skins piling upon skin and the transformation from nymph to an adult begin and new bugs start moving in.
I didn’t know that it exists until it started to fly at a significant altitude in the sky; I didn’t know that it exists until I saw hundreds of them gallivanting in different directions. They hunkered on the ground and flew around and around; they dilly and dally from corner to corner and mock the beetles on the ground and disappeared in thin air.
I didn’t know that it exists until I stood behind the tree and listened carefully to the hammers and nails, the saws and drills, and the sound of the wood pecker boring a hole in the middle of the tree to hide its friends and family.
The whooper swans with beaks shows up in hundreds and marched towards the fortified walls, I wondered what that was all about and then the tanga bean goose starts to shout, looking for a passage to move across the valley but the woodpecker would not allow them to move one inch further but the bar-headed goose came along singing a happy song and stood in the midst and greet them with a smile.
The wood pecker open the gate and whooper swan, the bar-headed goose and the tanga bean goose and everyone could pass through.
I didn’t know that it exists until the ground dove came out of the hole and the caterpillars start moving underground, the tunnels run in four directions and you could get to four different countries in a jiffy.
There was no land mark for you to start, just a pigeon hole in the ground to lead you where destiny is bound, you across the river and you will find a track across the street when you walk through the pigeon hole.
I didn’t know that it exists until they breached the fortified hill.
Before reading this one, please read one and two, it will help you make sense of the tale.
I became startled when the car came to an abrupt stop. Ricky reached into the bag and pulled me out again. I have to admit it was good to feel the light shining through my glass. There was also something comforting about Ricky's little hand wrapped around my neck. I'm sure if I was human that might be an entirely different experience. Ricky hopped out of the car and ran towards the front door of his home. I am not sure how to describe it. The house was more like half a house, they lived on one side and another family lived on the other. The building was not fancy, except two large picture window and several small ones the building was all brick. To the left of their home there was what looked like a vacant lot which was more a hole in the ground with a pathway rocks and trees. I could see other kids playing there and it looked like they had built a fort of sorts. It looked like a whole lot of fun.
I'm not sure when it happened, but who really does when it comes to such things. I began to hear Ricky's thoughts. Some of them were beyond the capacity of a mere Soda Pop like myself to understand. It was almost as clear as how you might see through my glass. I must say that it made my simple existance a whole lot more interesting. As Ricky's mom unlocked the front door I could see a staircase to the left and there was a living room to the right where the picture window was. The wall separating the two homes was made of concrete cinder blocks painted a creamy colour. Ricky ran towards the wall then left past a dining area to the kitchen. He jumped up on a stool to reach the kitchen tap. I don't know why but I really liked the stainless steel sink and the shiney chrome tap with a single lever. Ricky liked it because it felt like a gear shift in a car. He pushed it forward and filled me up with water. What a refreshing feeling although I must admit I missed the feeling of my bubbles and the colour orange.
The adventure of Soda Pop will continue, thanks for reading.
DEPRESSION
Depression is like a hole in the ground
that sucks you in a different ground,
where it's dark, no matter what time of day
and you're alone, night and day, to stay.
It invades and ravages your mind.
It distorts your thoughts
and disrupts your way of thinking.
It numbs your senses and feelings.
You have no idea how depression
steals your joy, your control, your soul
and how it robs your well-being,
for you become empty, helpless
and start questioning your being.
You are there physically;
however, you are not really there totally.
You look at the well-meaning people around you;
but you feel they are not really there for you,
for they have no idea, no clue
of what you are going through.
For some, they are able to get better overtime,
as time heals, and are able to cope again.
For some, depression turns into addiction,
as they get addicted to the medication.
For some, they choose the path that is deadly,
as for them, there is no love, no emotional support, no money,
no pills or medication, no rehab or therapy
would cure the overwhelming melancholy.
Nothing will make it wholesome again,
nothing will let them see the light again
for all they feel is the sadness and all they see is the darkness
and they are stripped of hope and take their own lives.