Long Leashed Poems
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I saw its crooked shadow
dragging its mind along like a leashed dog.
It went out and came back in
fretting over its own begrudging existence.
This morning it peers out of a window,
looking to see if anything has changed -
nothing has.
I know it will be up all night
wondering where its days went,
where the lost and lingering hours
slipped between the cracks,
of one dawn after another.
It will be shutting a door on itself soon,
when I am on the other side
I will nail that door shut,
then walk undaunted.
into the timeless light,
with no regrets, and not even
a single afterthought.
Let the dead bury the dead.
"Life isn't measured in minutes, but in heartbeats." ~ Joan Lowery Nixon
Meeting you opened up the skies,
Days passed by without any cares,
I was lost in the mists of your eyes,
You answered so many prayers.
Everything felt perfect and free,
Leashed to your dusk and your grace,
I believed you were meant for me,
But you left—I missed your embrace.
Even though my heartbeat is broken,
To meet again would soothe the pain,
My heart still yearns for love unspoken,
Burn me with your love poison in vain.
My search will go on forever,
I will find you beyond the stars,
Someone like you I’ll find never,
My heart still beats behind its bars.
So my days will come to an end,
Where the sky drifts into the sea,
My oath is one I will not bend,
There you’ll find what remains of me.
The biggest tent reverberated,
a geriatric battleground;
high stakes - two bits a card,
hardened veterans played 4.
Calls echoed through the thick air
where baritone pitchmen sang
to an orchestra of fairground pipes.
The carousel spun in
dizzy reality
smiles, cheers, BINGO! - frowns.
A couple of "marks" strolled by - unknowing
fodder for the next grafter.
I escaped to the safety
of the dart tent where dull darts
glanced off underinflated balloons and
cupies and teddys sat staring -
a loving child three lucky shots away
This, when phones were home
leashed to the wall and
families still ... hung out.
it twas evereth the 14th
and ladle had stilled consequence
perceptive decorum and froth's
constable would, could naught
cold heart and battled fart
bequeath to thee
a brothersome free
door and locksey
leashed a board in mercy
a wait, as bait, beside boyhood fate
to undress against
shallowed peasant
four returned to Ireland
bedside and tired
blankets paging in grass
ant's weary temperment at gas
a home a key
a star left he
the all might and his coward
to run the knights
round to Britain
i and i only minors scribes
have told in telling
of poor bottoms swelling
I'm the cells cavern
An orchestrated advance
The corridor the call
The snip the fall
Interior design in might
Out of castled walls flight
Terror in known streets
Publication and ceremony in defeat
They will have had we Rome
And no thing at door
Battle as framers wools
The third wall of a fine ants parish
Forward the Chinese admiral
Pet rocks fall on hard times
They don't commit crimes or suicide
Stones never come back once thrown
Never talk again once insulted
(Rocks hate being called stones)
Never refer to them as ore or else
They demand equality
To be viewed as gender neutral
To be treated like rocks not objects
Never as humans
They want equal pay
To be made of granite
Or something smooth like sand
Their silence is proof of that
Rocks are not persons or places
They are things not human beings
Don't discriminate
Refrigerate pets to keep them fresh
Don't get them mad or arrested
Avoid broken glass and windows
Don't ask rocks questions
They are not great thinkers but listeners
The law requires rocks to be leashed
Walked twice a week on beaches
In parks, rocks don't bark
Carry extra plastic baggies
Avoid accidents when you can
Don't smoke or get stoned around rocks
Use sound judgment dealing with solids
Rocks fall from the sky all the time
Be kind to your comets and asteroids
Love them or face retribution
Extraterrestrial objects are brutal
Some rocks are cruel. Most are not
If you give them cell phones
They never call home
Pet rocks forget where they came from
Can you blame them
Just look at their owners
Sails of snow
Hoisted
To the roar of northern wind
Wires wild
Leashed to masts
Banging like spoons on pots and pans
Sea of Earth lurching
Beneath
The creaking planks of our house
On we go
Tossed and turned
The bow of our kitchen
Cutting through slaps of whitecaps
Windows sinking
Chimney smoke whipping from the rooftops
Bushes plumed and weighed down
To their knees
With buckets bailed of snow
Swaying low
Like the last herd of wooly mammoths
Dragging themselves down the street
A march to oblivion
The storm subsides after three nights and two days
Though the trees continue to throw snowballs
On their own
We emerge
Michiganians
Terrified sailors
Transformed
To butlers and maids
Sweeping and dusting
Shoveling and chipping
The destruction
From the wrecked decks of our driveways
Signaling at dusk to one another
Through flashlight Morse code
All is well
All is well
We survived.
Painful Change
Walking into my life unannounced,
you made a mess of things.
Now I want to do more, be more,
and find I am totally unsatisfied with…
e v e r y t h i n g .
I have to make changes now.
They will be harsh and forthcoming.
You need to stand aside as you have…
Un-leashed new ideas…
Dare I say wisdom?
Life is measured from here to there.
How many things can you fit?
“I want to, I wish I could, and if I had.”
They are the evil sisters of fate,
not chance.
“I want to”, (sounds like a little kid)
leads to sitting on the couch and dreaming.
Get up and go.
“I wish I could”, (sounds like a wishful wisher)
Make a plan, write it down, and always…
Be serious.
“If I had”, (spoke low, in a sad dead tone)
The worst of all.
Regret is a heavy cost to the heart,
paid in a life wasted with too many
limits.
Color outside the lines.
Measure the things you do, by their return.
Waste no time on those that are a glutton for candy,
eating up your life with wishes that are just fishes…
In my grief, I shot down stars one by one
I did not stop until my anger was all done
Until the blue sky, was as dark as my soul
Until the universe was one blackened hole
Life became a vacuum, it's suffocating me
I wailed upon the earth like some banshee
I leashed upon others, my tormented soul
To destroy life as we knew it, was my goal
As rains poured until they became storms
Out of the deep rivers came poison foams
I saw all that before me all withered & die
All because my anger would not let me lie
No one given soul could prevent my wrath
As I destroyed all that was within my path
Earthquakes flattened, and shattered land
People dying, but here I was, to still stand
The earth, the skies blackened as my soul
Deeper into that blackness, I dug my hole
"till my grief subsided, I've reached a calm
With nothing left now, within my own palm
Then came upon me a light; shining bright
You sought me out, as brought me to light
The stars returned, came back one by one
When realized just what I had done wrong
I had sold my soul so life could start again
Where I'd suffered in hell for all of my pain
Indiana Shaw . . . -_-
Artfully dodging explosive solutions
pretending shackles restrained prisoner
lobbed pseudo Molotov cocktails
kindly, loosely, and mutinously linkedin
liberal short (make believe) chain
leashed faux abysmal isolated confinement
former courtly poet,
who consumed prison fare
equalling bread and thin gruel
poetical, quizzical, and rational thinking
wrought eventual gladness!
Meanwhile elsewhere within
another complex edifice
Stormy (Daniels) reign
came and went
accompanying barren
cruel don, trumpeting
issuing expansion fiat
wielding, gesticulating, brandishing...
ironclad golf club spouting art of the deal,
whereby might versus right
simultaneously Putin on the ritz
song and dance routine
crooning Ivana mock up Earth,
especially figurative roasting statesman christened
Elijah Cummings, an American politician
and civil rights advocate who served
in United States House of Representatives
for Maryland's 7th congressional district
from 1996 until his death in 2019.
That oversized ego freezer
with pouffed hair,
who shall not be named
made abominable destiny manifest
regarding eminent domain
dominion, he forcibly
relocated natives to Cajun shelters
charging them admission fees
manumission granted serving
white supremacist conveniently optioning
kids as scapegoats
re: Deferred Action for
Childhood Arrivals (DACA)
labor away migrants
grunts passive pluperfect targets
no matter forbears indigenous
to America unfortunately
been man-date to bite bullet
within badlands of El Paso
meanwhile oblivious hermit aging
barnacle encrusted manacles
absorbing cumulative dampness
no longer granting resistance
to life nor limb
timely manumission lovely bones restored
swallowed potion frothing colorful brew
contrived exquisite firearms.
Ah redeemed character
(any resemblance between
initially mentioned unfortunate soul
and living persons purely coincidental)
mentioned at outset of poem
broached out Alcatraz replica
free and clear fresh air revived
fifty shades of gray
immediately sieged moment
weakly hollered carpe diem
elixir imbued immunity
against taken hostage at gunpoint
freedmen impressed into service
while waved magic wand
whereby enslaved women
retaliated hashtagged misogynistic
took appropriate revenge
as apprenticed warrioresses!
Jailbirds
Wards of the state
Who isn’t irate at the system
And does what they have to do
If they can?
Each
Us all
Enslaved
To luck
I am leashed with mittens to my dog
Whom I walk retired in the winter
Park
The young men have chainsaws
Shackled to their bare hands
Cutting back the bush
Elvis sings Blue Christmas to my ears
They
Have the bitter wind
Breaking the tiniest of sticks
Any of us could run free
Fleeting
As it would be
So we obey
Hoping the best for one another
That kind of defiance
That kind of wave
Whatever it takes to survive
Passing by
On Christmas Eve.