Long Lifeday Poems
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This persona, picks up the mask he placed beside the bed
And the actor, feels the lines he’s already read
They hang their syllables on his tongue
As they breath into his lungs
Answered by a soft restraining sigh
As he buries the reasons why
He no longer wants to be a part of this
It’s a footstep, taken through a place he no longer feels apart of
As he is cut by the angles of the brick
As they force their intrusion with their ugly, scraping intercepts
While his eyes hunger for the leaves
He hangs poised between their branches
Floating through the spaces between the grass blades
And sees the prison bars
Everything, including him constructed
This persona, so ready in its plastic skin of parody
Hopes that it appears to be an acceptable front for normality
But behind his hungry eyes
His separation dances in the skies
He’s not crazy in the spin, but some insanity beckons him
As the prison bars grow wider
If he could only just step through
And release himself from all the things
He thought he knew
As the day break, drips onto the essence of sublime
But his heart ache, tells him that he really doesn’t have the time
The repeat run between the gears
And his place amongst the cogs and wheels
Smoothly jerk upon the performance of their strings
Just like the puppet of himself, his day begins
While every piece of litter he calls his dreams
Are blown into the shadows in his soul
The eyes see, but they don’t see anything anymore
They are a horizon, on a beach of some distant forgotten shore
While he hungers for the trees
The open fields where nature breathes
He fights to break his own perception
Alone in a prison cell of his own making
Every thing about him is scratched into the unyielding brick
His persona, so ready in its organization of plastic skin
Prays that he executes a well played part in normalities theatre
But behind the sadness in his eyes
All he was has slowly turned to lies
When he touched upon the truth every person keeps inside
The desperate aching in everybody’s heart
To be free of all the deceit
Which stole their lives, from the very start
And as the prison bars grow ever wider still
He asks for the strength to just let go
He prays for the courage to step through
And pick up all the litter of his dreams
And release himself from all the things
He thought he knew
As a child, a happy baby boy or daddys pretty little girl you were always so eager to move forward,
you moved, crawled, waddled,even rolled all before you could even say a word,
from the time you let go of there hands,
you knew this was going to be tough even to just stand,
then you took that first step and fell,
hands slapped the floor you had fillings you couldn't tell,
but you got back up and chose to just...
six years old playing a school yards game dodge-ball
you were not the first nor the last but when it happen who knew to the grown you would fall,
after all the laughs and finger pointing,
you wanted back in you knew every one was just playing,
you got up and...
high school what a horor story for any one even you,
you weren't the best looking kid having a pimple here are two,
clubs,gangs,sports,classes, and faces that were mean to you,
after that first day you carried home so many emotions that were new,
you didn't want to go back, to many classes to much work and the presure,
but the next day you woke and knew for sure,
just...
years later we live in a world that knocks us down for any given reason,
for lifes lesson knows no seasons,
pay check to pay check we scramble to make ends meet, bills payments appointments dates we can't keep,
kids affaires work prices going higher as your income gos lower
a life you even see in your sleep,
and when it becomes to much, when you no longer want to play the game you look back and wonder,
did I make the right choice did I turn the right way should of could of would of lifes little blunder,
and when all is settled when the kids your better half are sleeping and you have that moment you think,
of a better time a better place when there was none of this then into sleep you sink,
as you awake to a new day you raise sitting on the edge of your bed ready to once again to take that first step,
you remember what happend back then and you know if you fall like all of us do with class this we'll accept,
for no matter how much weight is put on us, how much it rains are how many times we fall,
we know just like back then get up dust your self off and remember dodge the ball.
"Sir" want me to call something --
A name?
Well call then what you can.
Am I worth naming "sir" !! call any name.
My mother said, I was blesses by rain water
through our thetchet roof first day I was born,
Caught up with something called 'Pneumonia'.
However, I survived a life --
One that a catfish has (a cat has nine lives);
Or, a dungbeetle.
My father could never feed us well,
Using up the drops of sweat after the pawnbroker.
My mother's tear never dried from her cheeks,
As she kept on fighting with odds bits every single day.
My father poured all his life's rage on the poor little lady everyday --
Bashed, fisted, kicked, lashed, slapped, pulled, drugged
And she died.
Police came and handcuffed him;
I known nothing of him since then.
I just know, when my small little house was subided in Padma (a river)
Five small children (including me) of my impoverished mother came to the town.
Fance around of Polithin,
A small mosquito net, where other people heaved and paid my aunt;
We were kept out, under the open sky then,
Till the summertime.
One day I got lost deliberately;
I know nothing of them everafter --
Nor should I try.
I am a 'rickshawpuller' brother
I neither have a name, nor can remember what my parants gave.
No connection, no memory, no place to live
I came here for easy money;
Pulling the passengers on a steep road, heaving chest heavily
While they are kissing each other on the seat.
I grin and keep quiet.
I don't know how old I am, where will I go,
Or, even, why am I created for!
I gamble, smell opium at night and sometimes take girls on road.
Well "Sir", one day my passenger kicked me
For, I charged too much;
Called my mane with many more street-rhymes;
Lastly called me 'dungbeetle'
He came to the point after long time
With his nimble choppy rhyme
Gave me a name I was looking for
That goes with ruthless poverty, and the poor.
Little Jenny was always found to be very prim and proper/
Outside reading her cook book by Betty Crocker/
Lazy Mary Sat on the lazy suzanne,
Butch Malone was their next of kin kissing cousin,
Along with Mary this made up the famed dirty dozen !
That sand box experiment really made us laugh/
Shortly after gym class,
Butch Malone along with the famed Benjamin Bankhead/
Jimmy Foley the local guitar player knew,
The pathway in life that we should choose/
Often he would be found taking a tremendous dump in the boy's urenil !
The path of least resistance sought about from a chosen few,
Often he would appear in shepherds clothing similar to little boy blue !
Playing guitar like he's going out of style !
That sandbox experience was designed to distract all the teacher's ?
We set up stuffed dummies just to look like real people,
Right underneath the bleacher's !
Old man Winter's who worked for Mr. Kazoo knew the score/
Very often he was being seen outside the local liqour store,
Lest I emplore,
The sand box experiment was in full swing on that one particuler day/
Butch Malone thought he was the real king ?
That was until Mrs. Maloney saw him through the window !
Next the time was drawing near/
Then so was that dinner bell,
Mrs. Maloney started talking to all those dummies,
Next thing you know she had tripped over little Johnny !
He was stuffed that was/
Flying three feet high in the air she had fell right on her face !
What a social disgrace !
Yet what had happened to Butch Malone ?
Like a little dog without his bone/
He pee pee'd his pants then cried all the way home !
The next day when Mrs. Maloney got her second wind/
She didn't even know where to begin/
For that little stunt the whole class was suspended for the day,
Yet for the gang including Butch Malone what did they say ?
All in all the sandbox experiment really did make their day !
Form:
As the morning sneaks up,
we will all arise.
And what shall we see,
at first light by day?
Look around and all will be known,
the birds are chirping,
and the sun is shown.
Wake up sleepy head,
open those tired eyes.
A new day has come to greet you,
and teach you something new.
See the clouds that are passing by,
and trees that are waving to say hi.
The grass and the dew,are together as one,
until the morning light of the sun.
Squirrels come out to play hide and seek,
as deer wander to drink from the creek.
The mountains are mystified,
and all that's around.
Creatures of the night,
will not be found.
Feathered friends and fish to swim,
bugs fly by,and songs to be sung.
It's time for spring to be sprung.
All is trying to be green,
and all is calm in the wakening.
An old man sit's on his creaky old porch,
a cigar he smokes,the sun may scorch.
A hat he wears on his pale old head,
a cane by his side,it's the color red.
In coveralls he does wear,
a handkerchief in pocket,
and coffee in hand.
He breathes the air so clean and fresh,
as he let's out a yawn,and then a stretch.
A red bone hound joins his side,
this his friend and his pride.
The sun is warm upon his brow,
he get's up to feed the cow,
the chickens and goats you see.
It's time to work and then to rest.
now the day is falling,
and the moon slowly rises.
Sounds of crickets chirping away,
owls hoot and coyotes prey.
Shadows falling upon the land,
trees covering soil,animals and land.
Water trickling on the rooftop,
we need you rain please don't stop.
See you soon tomorrow my friend,
this is goodnight,and not the end.
Tomorrow will bring a new day in store,
and the day after,and many more.
Sweet dreams sleepy head,
go and rest you old man.
I'll see you and greet you again,
to say once more,good morning old man.
The first, a blessing of birth, from a mother of faith.
Flat fat feet which, in the shower, sound like suction cups.
A small short stature which kept me out of tight spots.
A good mind so I never had to study in school.
Large feet so I would always have something to joke about.
Long curly blond hair so I could cry when they cut it off.
Pretty ugly pinkies from pre birth rickets.
Good coordination and dead reckoning.
A deadly trigger finger and set of eyes.
Sweet swagger and predisposition to dance.
Laziness so I can sleep any time I want.
Will power to quit smoking at forty six.
Chronic curiosity.
Devastating dependability.
Excellent health
One good occupation of 33 years.
I only missed ½ of one day at work in 33 years.
I was never late for work.
Good retirement
Good health benefits.
Good appetite.
A love of writing.
Talented at painting (art), horseshoe pitching, tic tac toe,
and making paper airplanes.
I love puzzles, math problems, and soduko.
I suck at origami.
Can still swim like a fish.
Hold my breath 2 minutes(used to be four)
God and I grow baby Japanese maples.
Love the taste of Jack Daniels or Good Rum.
(A very small bit in large glass of coke.)
Can sharpen a knife ‘til it will shave you.
Blessed by living three years in Japan.
Twenty one day guided tour of Europe.
Have been on several cruises and seen
most of the United States.
Have many friends on Poetry Soup.
Most important of all I’m blessed with
a beautiful wife in mind and body
and family with 10 grands, who all
love me. Even with my quirky ways.
© 21 Sept 2010 Charles Henderson
1 th in Dane Ann's "List" Contest
I am a gargoyle
Wedded to concrete and brick
The guardian of my building
From above the streets
I watched a couple
Every night
Kissing in the hallway
She holding on to him
Looking deep into his soul
Leaning on him
Wanting to be near him
Depending on him.
He stood tall
Straight
Proud as he held her
Feeling
That he could touch the stars
And do anything.
I was jealous.
For some time
Their life
Had an ebb and flow
A regularity
As natural as the tides
From the deep dark sea.
Over time
The girl walked slowly
Hands on her stomach
Nervously she waited for him
She was pregnant
A curse in her grandparent’s time
But not a terrible thing today.
The boy stopped
Coming
Then one day
He came back
Tired
Worried
No longer sure of himself
He spoke to an older man
Tempers and harsh words
Followed.
They married
Not a joyous affair
They were days when I didn’t see her
Him I saw often
Returning from work
Newspaper under his arm
Tired
No longer tall
No longer proud.
I miss the days
When they were in love
The way they looked at each other
Made me blush
And when they embraced
I looked the other way
Can two people fall in love
Is that feeling so strong
That dreams become one
To live only for the day
Knowing
That nights of love and desire
Are not long
And heartbreak is forever.
I look upward
To the skies
And ask
If for one day
I could be human
And
Hold and embrace
Feel a caress
Have someone
To dream with
To live and love
To love and lose
Is better than this,
A face of stone.
Mom, Grandma, Nancy, Stephen, June
Laughing, talking, cooking past noon
Clean, fresh vanilla candle smell
Messy house means all is well
Christopher, David, Penny, Jan
My dog Short Stack; my biggest fan
Sweet caramel Hershey kiss
Sour lemon Lipton iced tea; Brisk
Melanie, Ashley, little James, Sebastian
Cousins sharing stories with great passion
Sincere talk with my lovely niece
Rough tug a war with my Maltese
Frank, Barb, Allen, Deby, Steve, Debi, husband, wife
All couples with true love in their life
Icy Crytsal Geyser water; cold
Steamy green bean casserole
Myself, Allen, Steph, Rob, Tami, Ron
Texas hold ‘em, reminiscing about Don
Innocent ones filled with love and hope
Raw feelings, finding strength to cope
Alicia, Terry, Frances, Marea, Gayle, Beth, Danielle
Close friends who about anything, I can tell
Together on opinions about men
Apart in our attractions to them
Icy chill in the air forcing others to touch
Friends and relatives we don’t see enough
Hot red bonfire, eggnog with brandy
Cold blue lips, children with candy
Missing my dad, wishing he was here
Taking comfort that others are near
Quiet glances, whiff of cigar smoke
Loud voices, sip of Bacardi and coke
This day is a day I will always remember
Memories to hold until next November
Hate how time slips away too fast
Love this day and want it to last
Here’s a toast to Thanksgiving Day 2010
Until next year when we celebrate again
It was a day like every other,
In his monotonous life.
He showered and he shaved;
Shared a good-bye kiss with his wife.
Dropped his son off at school,
On his commute into work;
Oblivious to the car radio news report
About a gunman gone berserk.
She called him at his office
For their usual mid-morning chat;
His recorded tones on voice mail said,
“I’ll return your call when I get back.”
He missed his boss’ staff meeting;
They figured he must have called in sick.
His emails went unanswered;
His in-box was growing kind of thick.
His son couldn’t find him
In the stands at his basketball game;
His wife was left wondering all day,
Why the return call never came.
His secretary couldn’t track him down;
His cell phone went straight to voice mail.
To the clients trying to find him,
She didn’t know just what to tell.
The police said there was nothing they could do
Until twenty-four hours had come and passed;
When later in the evening
His wife called them at last.
The wife and son sat by the phone;
Not knowing just what to do.
They both finally went to sleep
When the mantle clock showed half past two.
His car was never found,
His whereabouts never confirmed.
Whatever happened to this average man,
No one ever was to learn.
His wife never forgave him;
His son never forgot;
It was a day like every other,
But for him, that day was not.
Like rivers of time / our lives drift by /
as seasons / providing the trees /
acquire soft, green leaves / and then in time /
turning red and golden / shed their leaves.
Travelers in time are all / like a wind
sweeping across the plains of life / visitors in a temporary land /
enjoying moments of bright sunny days / filled with fun and joy /
soon to be followed by sudden storms /
and then dark hours / followed again by
the brightness of the day / rivers of time /
carrying each traveler through his day / waiting /
waiting for the next to arrive /
Time an ever moving thing / a river /
carrying each person / in turbulent white water /
or calm flowing streams / through all events of life /
then stranding him on a rocky and barren shore / or
other times / gently laying him upon soft and lush meadows /
to rest as in a quiet and calm place /
Finally on the appointed day / a call goes forth / and
the wayfarer receives his summons / to quickly go /
moving through time / to stand in a queue / moving to an unknown space /
together with others summoned / to appear at some distant place /
The queue is formed / the line moves forward / the time has arrived
to board / those great ships of time / like the giant Leviathan / casts
off from near harbors / and then ever moving / to arrive at some distant
shore/
Like rivers of time / our lives drift by / a season at a time /
travelers all / in a moment in time.