Long Ladder Poems
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With only a trickle of lifeblood left inside an empty lonely shell
Even rage had seized to flow from an insurmountable mountain
Of sadness into the abysmal canyon of shadows and descent
A cascade of nothing
A waterfall of void
Rapids of stagnation
Who needs a bridge when there is no path to follow the pain
No marker warning of slippery cliffs which may kill or relieve
As if there were rungs to imprint onto a mournful step ladder
The other side in vain
Crossings blocked off
A turnstile of dried tears
Rest had become a euphemism for stagnant personified motion
Peace a mocking charade sung by desiccated vultures in waiting
Delusion an anchor of unfulfilled promise and deflated surrender
A pontoon with no mooring
Blind cataracts of drift sand
Ripples on a shoreline of drought
And yet when the floodgates opened and tears moistened the shore
You told me to stay put while you collected drift wood for passage
Vowed to furnish an overpass on foundations of love and compassion
Set pebble onto pebble
Heaped hope into my heart
And bridged the gap in my soul
12th May 2020
For years, the King of Terrors
had been blamed for every fear.
At last, he agreed to be interviewed.
He arrived in a black cape
with a crown too large for the door,
and asked whether the room
contained any ducks.
“Your Majesty,” I said,
“people claim you are responsible
for irrational fears.”
“People,” he said,
“are responsible for irrational fears.
I merely receive the letters.”
I opened the first file.
“Elevatophobia.”
“Metal cupboards
that travel vertically,” he replied.
“I rest my case.”
“Climacophobia.”
“A staircase, a ladder,
or steep terrain
with its safety removed.”
“Nyctophobia.”
“Darkened halls
are corridors
practising secrecy.”
“Arachnophobia.”
The King adjusted his crown.
“Even spiders
should have privacy.”
“Anatidaephobia.”
“Ducks are watchful,” said the King.
“That is not irrational.
That is observational.”
“Xanthophobia.”
He glanced nervously
at the yellow pencil on my desk.
“The sun is yellow,” I said.
“Exactly,” he replied.
“Turophobia.”
“Cheese does not improve
with being left alone in caves,”
said His Majesty.
“It becomes confident.”
“Geniophobia.”
The King lowered his own chin
behind the royal collar.
“Linonophobia.”
He watched my untied shoelace
curl across the carpet.
“It is making connections,” he said.
The clock ticked.
“Your Majesty,” I asked,
“are you frightened of anything?”
“Certainly not,” he said.
“I am the King of Terrors.
Fear kneels before me.”
I turned to the final file.
hippo
poto
monstro
sesqui
ppedalio
phobia
The King’s crown slipped sideways.
“That,” he whispered,
“is not a word.
It is a corridor
with no visible exit.”
The clock ticked once.
His Majesty screamed,
diving through the window
into a hedge
full of cucumbers.
Blue tunnel glimmers where dome meets the ray
in cadence of lulled sleep, its final veil...
the flight grows misty in a blooming sway
as my soul climbs the ladder of bright trail;
where heaven’s portal dips in moonlit spray...
Awed by Mother Mary’s grace, I exhale
whispered prayers and sighs, for all deeds wrong,
then twice, thrice, harps release a lilting song.
First touch of kisses glints like winding sparks
I reach for Mom and Dad’s arms, gently mauve,
beside them, my brothers crowned by night larks
while we stride on a rainbow high above...
Then comes my school mate, queen of loud remarks,
embracing peace to thank our Enlightened Dove.
O timeless realm where sweet harmony dwells,
breaths of oneness chime for God’s final spells.
Dated 11/27/2015
Contest by Laura Urbanaik
I Went To Heaven~ 10 syl count per line
By nette onclaud
Tall and thin
on ladder stuck
swaying left to right
by heavy luggage
weighted down
anger blinded
sanguine.
On the left
a grudging bag
as a victim soul
disguised
demon pride
on ego throne
not discerning
judging
fear on right
paralyzing
circling around
passive.
Drop your bags
travel ight
turn your gaze
to the sky
right behind
the passing clouds
a new day
is brightening
taking truth
as guiding light
on the good
received
pondering
going forward
energized
by the power
of pardoning.
Gratitude
on left side
joy of charity
on the right
to a happiness
far beyond
by the mind
imagined
saying to God
in truth
I love You
He'll respond
with creation
in festivity
stars and flowers
moon and sun
all rejoicing
as He responds
I love you too
with unending love
eternal.
she climbed the ladder of success
i was there since the first rung
she now makes more money than me
i now surprise her with a red velvet cake
while digesting said red velvet cake, i give her an unexpected foot massage
see, the privilege is on MY end because i was the one she chose to give her heart to
why break her down and make her feel less than
she will leave my behind at first notice, and i will miss her soft acceptance of ME
knowing this, i draw her bath water, lukewarm with a pinch of hot
tea tree is the Queen's Royal Preference this evening
as i help her in the tub, i make her laugh and she returns the favor
i am relaxed, she is relaxed, and together we make sanity and happiness reachable
we cherish each other again, Knowing, but not knowing
i see MY Ladder of Success.......
As a boy, I wanted to be a teen.
To be free from playgrounds, older and growing.
To go where I wanted, vibrant and seen,
Life as a kid, carefree and outgoing.
As a teen, I wanted to go on to college
To leave high school behind and move on.
Some naivety gone, now yearning for knowledge
Life as a teen, exploring and strong.
As a student, I wanted to learn then find work,
To leave Higher Ed and have money.
To put away study, I’ll start as a clerk;
Life as a student, is too poor for my honey.
As employed, I wanted so soon to retire
To step off of the ladder and goals.
To no longer control who I mentor or hire.
Life as employed, juggles so many roles.
As a senior, I wanted to stay home in bed.
To be free from the work my life has been.
To no longer sweat, but find rest for my head
Life as a senior, holds peace or chagrin.
As I die, all I want is my life to replay;
To leave this old body and go back to when
I could cherish each season and seize every day
God take me back, to my childhood again.
“Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.”
Live your life every day to the best of your knowledge
and remember to climb the ladder of reason,
without leaving behind intuition or emotion.
Make smart choices that align with your values and goals
and don't be afraid to take a detour
when obstacles stand in your way
When you have a dream grab it with both hands
don't wait until its too late,
Its never to late to be what you should have been
Live your life with no regrets,
and always do your very best
know there is no better time to start
than now !
Elvin Allen
1889 – 1905
They were like iron trees!
Hundreds of them!
Poking and piercing their way into the sun-lit sky,
Like moist fingers
Testing the wind direction to the east.
I was born into this Quaker town on Bright Street.
If you take a left from Broadway ,
You will see it
Our little white house with the dormer gables
And the shaded front porch
Where dad and mom sat on hot summer afternoons
Reading the Bible
And knitting my sister’s soft sweaters for winter time.
And we all sipped cold lemonade,
In glasses that twinkled in the sun.
I loved baseball.
And I loved hiking in the hills there
To the east.
Where I hunted squirrels and jackrabbits
With my taut leather sling.
And I kissed Belva there.
Then on the day I died,
I decided to climb one of them,
One of those iron fingers,
One of those hundreds of oil derricks
That sucked black crude from the hollow ground,
There in the eastern hills.
I almost made it to the top that day,
Inching slowly slowly slowly
Up the side wooden ladder,
But I lost my footing nevertheless
And fell to my death at age 16.
And now here I rest
Waiting by this old rotting oak tree,
Here in Clark Cemetery,
Waiting for my bodily resurrection,
And thirsting, forever thirsting
For one more twinkling glass
Of mom’s cold lemonade.
Standing on the razors edge
Between darkness and light
Sitting in a folding chair
On the left side of right
Waving in the direction
Of hello and goodbye
Twisted in between the scene
Of I will and might
Climbing on the silver ladder
Of the ups and downs
Stuck somewhere in time
Of standing still and going round
Stuffed deep down in a box
Labeled Lost and Found
Pulling myself out of
Giving up and giving out
Hanging on wherever
Between the never know and there about
Knocking on the oak door
In the frame of in and out
Standing on the shore line
Of the river of dreams and waves of doubt
This is where I find myself
So many times just hanging out
My brothers and sisters the time has come
Let’s look in our hearts and live as one
We must learn to adapt and overcome
Our time on here on earth will soon be done
Let’s learn from our past and forge ahead
We are all responsible in how we make our bed
It starts at home with rearing our young
As you climb that ladder don’t miss a rung
We’re in a fix as you can see
The worlds in chaos don’t let it be
Step up to the plate and take a swing
You’ll be surprised at what you bring
It’s up to us, our future holds
Our actions now are not foretold
Start with love and testify
Together we’ll grow and not ossify