Long Loveseat Poems
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Capsizing the Costa Concordia
Divers wreathe silently through
the submerged corridors of a
140,000-ton wreck. Little fish
dark haphazardly through
the juxtaposition of tilted ballroom,
granite bars fixed in place.
Black waters lit green by headlamps
provide a surreal spotlight
for a loveseat drifting by
A vase of Chinese dollar plants poised delicately
on a marble counter.
Across the underwater tomb,
toppled chairs, tumbled together,
wait patiently to be repositioned
outside the dance floor.
There was nothing graceful about the dramatic demise
of this giantess,
listing to her death.
She was fatally wounded, being coaxed
too closely to the coast.
A hidden reef stood ground to gore
a 70ft gash, portside.
There was the moaning of mangled metal,
the shrieking of splitting steel,
as dark torrents were unleashed into her belly,
extinguishing her light.
“Go back to your cabins!”
and corridors flooded
“Go back to your cabins!”
and pumps failed.
“Captain! The passengers are making their own way to the lifeboats!”
echoes pointlessly through the abandoned bridge.
“Vada a bordo, cazzo!”
The Coast Guard thunders across dark waters
and the captain is stealing into his own lifeboat
to listen from the safety of shore.
Listening to the chaos,
interrupted by the agonized silence of passengers
too terrified to scream.
They hold their breath and try to calm each other
in the absence of authority.
“Vada a bordo, cazzo!”
But it’s dark, he pleads, and I can’t see anything...
A rope ladder is flung over the bow,
drowning passengers slinging, and
crawling crablike to Coast Guard boats
as the ship sinks to her side,
gripping 37 passengers in a horrifying embrace.
Scuba clad stewards of the dead
open the possessive clutch
of an atrium elevator
to extract bodies
protectively closed and sealed
in a grisly pantomime of protection.
The remains of the deceased
are floated to the light
to break the surface one last time.
The Costa Concordia shudders heavily,
sliding into her death repose.
Nothing is more
dangerous
than spending a whole day,
or two, or God help me,
more, in a small house
with your spouse.
Hide the hatchet
and take up drinking.
Which window
is the closest exit?
The one behind
the loveseat?
“Oh, look, a cardinal!”
Act fast!
I would crawl through,
half-way through day one.
I’ll break it if I have to!
Go for a LONG,
one-way walk
in the woods,
whether or not
the woods are
within sight of
our house.
This is too close for comfort.
This is not
our honeymoon.
“What are you
staring at!”
The never-ending
proximity
is killing me.
I hate puzzles
you spend years on,
sigh, then take apart.
Let’s go
count the snowflakes
in the heap outside
the door.
Now that
is something to do!
Grab the tweezers,
bifocals,
and a bucket!
My neighbor lady, Treena, has a 'thing' for cats
Says they keep her home free of mice and rats
She pets their heads and their butts, she pats
when some of the snippy felines get into spats
She shares her loveseat with all her furry friends
On tasty cat food, a huge amount she spends
Three smelly kitty litter boxes often offends
the noses of her suitors, her visiting boyfriends
Treena took some offense at a certain politician
who has dissed cat ladies in his own admission
She won't vote for him in vice president position
and signed it "Cat Ladies Against Vance' petition
So, there she sits with blue clogs upon her feet
Content with saying, "My life feels so complete."
When the cats all meow, begging her for a treat
She gives them a pinch of catnip instead of meat
Her home is filled with lots of scratching posts
and there's not one cat that she loves the most
If they could speak of Treena, they would boast,
about their kind human and drink to her a toast
UNSPOKEN MIND
I woke up
Still sitting on a loveseat
Dreaming in the songs of a loverbird
And in the re-incarnation of the days
When love letters make the network busy
When it seems like a love loin
Thus bringing love sick
In the making of a match with loveliness
Many days i remembered
When the feeling goes like time
Seemingly as if it was a bottomless pit
I saw a heavy laden, unspoken words
Until my eyes saw from the rupton of a whirl wind
That which roars in the great forest
The only one that keep the two warms
Always, whenever, wherever and whatever
I woke up still,
A rising rose i saw drenching me lightly
Form:
Nagging mate
framing blame in accusations
Beliefs fed on
self deception
Pressure valves bursting
Calm reason hijacked
No loveseat reception
Words peel off
unfiltered
unschooled
unheard
through spent thoughts
of love
complications in
a jagged code of conduct
Toxic infusion
a mate's cactus grin
desert prickly
an "I do" wasteland
Banter
burly
bitter
black icing on a wedding cake
ditched
shifting possibility
Hello Chair, Hello Loveseat
Hello chair, hello loveseat
Good afternoon glass table that my father gave me, among
other illustrations of gentleness and concern he gave me.
Greetings book of Shakespeare.
Hello to all those things around me;
...things.
Hello to the beautiful view outside my
bedroom, giving me a sense of sleeping in a jungle,
a wonderful sensation of beauty.
Say nothing to people in my apartment,
say nothing, because no one is there.
Oh, but how my mind thinks of others.
Toodles loneliness, toodles pictures of isolation.
Thoughts of living breathing friends and family
trumps isolation...
My friends and family are in my heart; singing.
II
Good afternoon glass table a kind soul gave me, among
illustrations and encounters of warm greetings he gave me.
We meet again, smiling.
Greetings book of Shakespeare, hello John Donne.
Continue speaking dog underneath my not so Elvis
of the 1970's jungle view, bringing sound to green
leaves and morning getting ready time.
We meet again, listening.
Greetings fellowship, Greetings "Young man, I
hear what you are saying."
No more down-time, no more solitary sad salutations mid-day
to the couch, thinking.
People, places, things....We meet again heart.
...heart connecting with mind, sitting alone, truly
knowing friendship and giving.
Of Beauty,
All I know is that it varies proportionally to the label on your jeans.
Of Physics,
All I know is I get up in the morning and fall down at night.
Of History,
All I know is what I can't see anymore is past, and what I'm afraid to see is future.
Of Music,
All I know is one man's Bach is another man's Zeppelin.
Of Stability,
All I know is that it's unstable.
Of Humor,
All I know is that it makes us realize what idiots we really are.
Of Economy,
All I know is that it's like a lobotomy.
Of Adolescence,
All I know is that it caused my parents to lose all of their brains.
Of Maturity,
All I know is that somehow my parents found them again, probably under the loveseat or something.
Of Cars,
All I know is that my stereo works.
Of Marriage,
All I know is that it's something my friends do occasionally.
Of Divorce,
All I know is that I could lose more than everything.
(1986)
There on the loveseat sat a Giant Grouper
Right beside him a Red Snapper
Well, the giant wasn't a giant
Sitting isn't correct either for they were fighting
Of all things over the remote
The Giant Grouper wanted to see Captain D's commerical
Red Snapper wanted to see Sponge Bob
They were out of their element
Gasping for air
Well, I was in my element
I put them in their place back in the ocean
Well, not a real ocean but a fish tank
I told them don't mess with me in my element
I got the remote and found MY movie_
The moral of this story is don't mess with momma
For when momma is unhappy everyone is unhappy
Just for fun..Free Verse ..Prose..Prose Poetry(no I don't think so)