Long Leashes Poems
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We asked for it,
We fought for it,
Opportunity to be ruled by
ourselves and for ourselves,
Our leaders protested in words and slogans,
They won,
Their voices rang through,
We were freed,
Our masters let go of their leashes,
Here we are,
Walking in circles,
Here we are,
Going back and forth,
We build and demolish,
We enact laws too stringent for our survival,
We give policies too harsh for our well-being,
Our leaders gone past have beaten us with many stripes,
They have taken the bread out of our mouths,
Our present leaders have not done any better,
They are the same people in different attires,
Old wine in new skins,
They have made promises that
never saw the light of the day,
The confused leading the ignorant,
We're in a state of despondency,
We're in a dilemma,
Who will rescue our sinking ship?
Who will bring us to the shore?
Darkness looms over the space,
Days ahead look bleak,
There’s who I see myself,
There's who I want to be,
This person is far and away,
We say we have come of age,
Whereas we were excited by
what we saw on the surface,
Freedom is for the tested and strong,
It’s not a meal for the inexperienced.
May 22, 2022.
Plants need water; stamps need glue.
Bricks need mortar; hair: shampoo.
Cars need gas; food needs spices.
Technogeeks need new devices.
Dogs need leashes; letters: stamps.
Folks in wheelchairs need nice ramps.
Zoos need visitors, so do shows.
Igloos wait for Eskimos.
Bands need tubas; singers: mics.
Hiking boots help out on hikes.
Laundry needs detergent; church needs sinners.
Marathons need runners, with some winners.
Teeth need toothpaste; dentists: drills.
Roller coaster riders require thrills.
Tattoo artists must have ink.
Skaters need a skating rink.
Gyms need trainers; schools need teachers.
Stadiums require bleachers.
Beds need pillows; sailboats: sails.
Hammers must desire nails.
Symbiosis sees us through,
Which explains why – I need you!
Some days when I wake up….I have this comfort system I employ…
I list a few things…a kind of free association…that I’ve found bring me joy.
I have discovered here in North Carolina…a different location on the map
some joys are separate from those in Florida…while some joys overlap.
The stars that twinkle in the sky…the way the colors of the leaves change every day
hot chocolate on a cold night…the whistle of the train as it nears then fades away.
A visit from a deer or a turkey family…the way the sun peeks through the trees.
listening to a mountain rain…catching falling leaves as they float upon the breeze.
Mountain dogs without their leashes…watching the sun behind the mountain drop.
sitting on the porch playing cards…clouds casting shadows on the mountain tops.
Hiking up and down the mountains….watching the squirrels and foxes prance
A windy day amidst the trees as their leaves and branches dance.
Listening to the birds, the wind, the murmur of a mountain stream….
sitting in the cold, dark silence of the morning…with nothing to do but dream.
Watching nature dance her beautiful ballet with grace and elegance and style
experiencing these with family and friends…who stop in and visit for a little while
It seems whether in Florida, in North Carolina…
or anywhere I travel on the map
the joy of sharing joy with loved ones…
is a joy that will always overlap
Because the true beauty of it all…
the daily joy I receive from here upon the ground
or from the sky above….
is always made more joyful…
by sharing it
with those I love.
Batteries Not Included
They sit – idle memories – languishing
crusted filth - a city’s weeping gutters.
Detritus of fast food disposal clings
to scentless bloodied thorns of tear soaked rose,
future maple trees sailing sewer bound,
adrift on a city’s polluted dreams.
Yellow lights a-swirl on oil slickened streets
highlight a scrawny stalking alley cat
sad mime back arched on a red brick facade.
Cold shush of tires on icy pavement
hissing at the joy of dancing snowflakes,
chilled chatter of recycling’s shopping carts.
Barrier reefs of soft restaurant lights
deflect the silent hardness of the night.
Wet dogs shiver in the blue cell phone light,
taut leashes battling absent owners
check for “Pee-mail” on “Face Book” fire hydrants.
Puddles torment the feet of passersby,
tempting the feet of children and adults
dampening the spirits of the homeless.
Gutters, siphoning off a city’s soul,
seeking salvation from a moonless night
in search of a coldly distant sunrise.
12/27/2016
submitted to – Form – B – Poetry Contest
Walk along the river bank, lined with poplar trees,
Listen to the birds that sing their sweet melodies,
Mothers pushing strollers pause, to the humming bees,
A juggler keeps balls aloft, while on bended knees,
On the pond, pompous swans gracefully glide with ease,
Men in caps, meet on benches, enjoying coffees,
Children feed corn to hungry ducks, with quacking pleas,
Couples stroll the promenade, smiling in the breeze,
Picnickers open baskets of fruit, wine and cheese,
Playful dogs off leashes, catching flying frisbees,
Joggers pound the pavement, in shorts and sporty tees,
A beautiful day, to bask in eighty degrees.
January 15, 2017 Monorhyme for contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Children On Leashes
Children on leashes go for a walk
As they cut the lines with their minds
They jump from captivity
Running away from their crimes
Thinking about animal life...
Dogs come to mind without leashes
Biting off faces they find
But children are dangerous sometimes
So rope keeps them safely in line
Parents wave good-bye to the young ones
Hanging from their ropes with hope
Think of it as a lease on life
Taken by the portals of time
Children grow into new leashes
Provided by bosses that cry
“I have too much invested in you and your friend.”
“So I must keep you both close at hand”
“As you might guess, Mr. Y and Mr. X,
Very short leashes work best
Should keep you close to the vest”
“Economizing and company come first in this land”
“So kiss your freedom good-bye”
“And try this one on for size”
Children on leashes go for a walk
What they find is a job with more line
Harder to cut and works just fine
Driving down the road, in a sea of snow, barely able to see.
Each flake passing by like a tiny universe, pays no heed to me.
The halo headlights of an on coming car , half a mile away.
The soporiferous snow, lulled me back to the events of the day.
Early in the morning, their loud yelps, without any warning :
My dogs saw a turkey, their leashes, torn from my hand.
The sun was nowhere to be found, starring at shadows on the ground.
I followed the turkey, the dogs, by their sound ; Bright, White, Light.
Oh MY GOD : I'm in the wrong lane, I hope it is quick , I don't like pain.
Like sonic Thunder : Metal smashing Metal : My life went through my Brain.
The hood catapulted into the windshield, hurling shard glass into My Breast.
OH MY GOD : LENORE I'm coming HOME; MY SOUL can finally REST.
Then I Awoke
(buy two for the price of one)
Serve your mom and dad a tea at breakfast
With ginger and drops of sedatives to relax
Drive them to the market in Happy Town
Buy them new outfits and shoes
Parents must look good for a presentation
Comb their hair. Part it in the middle
Nix that. Your dad is bald.
Pat him on the head for good luck. "Good boy!"
Buy two leashes at the leash emporium
One pink, one in blue to tell them apart
Attach mom and pop around the neck but gently
Strangulation is against the law and not too friendly
Remember they are parents so show respect
Sell them at the marketplace. Kiss them goodbye
Slaves are in short supply these days
Parent sales are precious and fetch a pretty penny
They make great gifts at Christmas
Take dad’s wallet. It is the least you can do
For all he has done for you and don’t forget mommy
Leashes look great on them in pink and blue
Toodaloo you two
Authors Note: The author loved his parents. They were great people. He wants to inform you that this is a fictional piece and advises against selling your family members unless they start to annoy you.
Dawn Forever Rising
It starts
Street lights fade
their tiny soft-winged tenants flee
checkerboard facades change
last night's illumined squares now dark
become but yesterday's portals
some polished
some weather streaked
all reaching to reflect first breath
Steam ascends from the city's vacuum
gratings rattle with subterranean yawning
people-movers wind their way
through mazes of starts
stops
Topside tracks
like fixed contrails
glisten with frost
not yet enjoined by speeding transit
their skeletal tributaries
readying the trickle of humanity
into a mass ocean of glass and steel survival
Uptown
Downtown
A street sweeper's tire rubber and swirling brushes
beneath the overalled believer in Lottos
holding firm the wheel and gears of faith
of trust
gathering gutter-lodged disposal
glass and plastic
paper and cardboard
spinning into the vortex
lifting yesterday's careless cast-offs
inviting today's Starbuck anew
reflections of another kind
Leashes strain from anxious sniffing
bladders hold
ready to burst
seeking just the right tree
the right hydrant
the "ah, yes" that only a canine can know
Rays of sun begin spilling down alleyways
the long-tail rodents scamper for cover
their bellies full
seeking safety after a long night of ancient ritual
food of anything
digestion of history
all in a night's work
Suddenly
Full light cascades down avenues and streets
itinerant pigeons and seagulls spread habitual wings
ready to adore the steadies
the loners
park walkers
window ledge dependables
homeless with dance cards of crumbs
envying the moneyed insomniacs throwing chunks
baguettes gone stale
fit for few
a feast for many
senses loving the coos and warbles
the bobbing thank you
the reciprocal bonding
few but the lonely can appreciate
Finally
The steel and glass imitation of nature
comes fully alive
a sun's illumination without reserve
energy's provision for another day
Rich mix with the poor
money exchanges hands
the hotdog vendor
the hedge fund taker
the cookie jar provider
Most become tomorrow's yesterday
knowing little of the other light
requiring no rising or setting
illumination that never grows dim
something as nothing
forever light
never of darkness
Such for some
awakens from a New York sunrise
this dichotomy like no other
forever reminding
our eyes of dawn
one's inner light
is forever rising
Chester CatMaster, a nature wizard,
cast a few spells upon some lazy lizards;
chanting “Meow-chi-nik-de-nook-do-kangi”,
he turned them into various fungi.
There were Buttons and ake,
Puffballs, Polypores and maitake;
Hedgehog, Earpiks and Penny Buns,
Old Chester was having so much fun.
Chester had given them legs of their own,
around and around him, they all did roam.
He held onto their roots like little leashes,
this sight left me quite shockingly speechless.
There he stood with the fungi all dancing around,
I believe he considered them to be little clowns.
Then he did something that had me surprised,
he planted them into the ground and fertilized.
Turned their legs into roots that held them in place,
I looked and he had a huge smile on his face.
He said he was planting a yard full of trees,
the fungi helped them to communicate with ease.
Warding off dangerous insects is vital;
fungi are helping trees do it in cycles.
Chester CatMaster is simply the best;
his Fungi will always outdo the rest.