Long Lunged Poems
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Taken inside the bowels
of bassoons,
tropical heat from
swelling bows.
Sweat labors the brow,
full with carnal dissonance.
The throat is lunged
by a beast
veiled in foliage.
Spewed in a mass of
broken pickaxes!
Kicked again into the
thunder of claws!
In flames of foundries
lost.
Becoming Roman Candles
opening across the night.
But drinking cool women
in the thaw of glaciers,
smoothing their oblong stones,
clear cleansed lemon lime oboes.
Naked bodies bloom.
Raced around a corner
at top speed,
the pounding of industry,
a worker in goggles
forging metal.
Without notice,
still mesmerized by fire,
in the belly of percussion,
paused
by a dawning pond of sullen fog,
a brief dream
shrouded in ungrasped riddles.
Sudden conductor realized
in the grass of tones,
using his baton as a machete.
On a distant hill
A shepherd beckons.
Animated, beclouded,
a restless crow in search,
a cinematic fade-out.
Cradle my heart in the wings of angels
As a youth I felt I could soar so high
That maybe if I truly worked hard
I could find a way to dance with the stars
And make music with Mars
But at 32 my wings haven't sprouted
And I remain rooted to the ground
Looking at the sky wistfully
Dreaming of sleeping on clouds
With nary a concern in my heart
Oh if only genuine belief was enough
If I closed my eyes counting sheep
I can feel wings sprout from my shoulders
Ripping through my shirt
Wings like beautiful ivory
And in the sea of dreams
I lunged into the air
Beating my wings desperately
I finally took to the sky
Catching currents
And learning how to fly
And when I wake up in the middle of the night
With moonlight kissing my skin
For the first time I smile
She dreamt a dream of a requisite requiem far away,
For the unrequited love of life, led her lanky lamb's limbs astray.
To where she'd dither along the moor's marsh land,
Braved the dreary draughts of randy rain and hindless hail.
She'd return without fail in her frailty.
To where the shadows cast by the leaves of the alders,
Speckled across her open back like silver freckles.
She'd sway in the clearest of days, and lay in the ravage of rain.
And in saltier slathers of gold graced spit,
She'd await the pair of goldfinches to descend upon her silver speckled clit.
Await the trill of their liquid song, sung by their acetone tongue ,
Pecking a silver chime over the pleasure of grated groans.
“No.” Her iron lungs lunged and quivered.
She supposed he knew from his exhale and shiver.
Awake, now, lesserly known nor knowing, moreso,
awaken, alone, but with the haunting face of a *** upon her window,
“outside, look outside”
It called, so she stayed inside, unknown, laying low from the randy ravage of his rage.
9/11/2025
Face fractured with fear
As the Taxi drew near
The building was in the next street
" I'll drop you off here"
Said Steve full of cheer
(Annoyingly rather upbeat.)
As you pushed on the door
It's sticky hinge hissed
And you drew in your breath
At the scent of 'dentist'
"Youre a little late" the lady said
Do you live somewhere rural ?
You swigged on your hip flask
Looked her right in the eye, saying
"Just get me an epidural."
"Now now Mrs Phillips
You'll be just fine "
Said the lady so white and starched
And into the chamber of old magazines,
You were unceremoniously marched.
With Your heart like a piston
And blood pressure soaring
(Even " Horse and Hound" seemed
Tired and boring )
Lulled by a clock counting out every second,
Till you started with fright
As a dental nurse beckoned ...
"Please don't worry, don't be so tense "
Said Helga ( on work experience )
And then with sinister gravity
Said "We'll take care of that cavity "
"Hello" boomed a voice from the back of the room,
I'm here to do your extraction. I've done them before so no need to shake,
Look at me if you need a distraction "
"This won't take a second, it's all pretty simple
Just a couple of jabs and we're there "
So first with your right fist and then with your left,
He was out cold, on the floor, by your chair.
You ripped off your bib, took a swig of the pink
And suddenly feeling much better,
You lunged for the door and ran down the stairs
As fast as a sprightly red setter.
You ran to a sweet shop and asked for some toffee
"Give me the chewiest stuff that you've got"
"Sure said the assistant , this one's from Yorkshire
And here, you can have the lot "
You took of the wrappers and stuffed it all in
Then chewed like a donkey on acid
And in a few seconds, the tooth that was hurting
Left a hole as big as Lake Placid.
So what is the moral
I hear you all ask
Of this tale both of triumph and sorrow ?
Well forget your insurance, leave your cheque book at home,
Just unwrap and chew on a toffo
She sat wedged between majestic trees of beauty and style
sidled in a labyrinth of Faith and exactitude
The day was damp, I could smell the earth beneath my feet
and only God knew where the angels were that very moment,
as she cried tears of water and human petrichor;
My heart was filled with a deep compassion for her as she wept
I joined her in the water dance of mercy and love, unrationed
Her eyes became alive with a deep color of fire and amber
as she exuded energy that could only be expressed through awe
I lunged for a moment of communion with her and the
whole world fell away at our feet....
The message came hours later, when I stood in silence
at the window of my soul...
"FAITH IS NOT A LOGICAL EXPERIENCE ,
BUT A CONVICTION OF THE HEART"
One rainy day as I stood in front of the Blessed Virgin Mary
surrounded by nature and rain, I experienced something
that was to remain in my heart forever.
Nov 27, 2018
No magician could perform like He performed
Applauded loved hated doubted crowded
A woman unknown undesirable friendless bleeding
Walking in circles with the sting and the stain
She was in a trap between life and death
heaven and hell and yet she heard
This man called the Son of Man was a doctor of sorts
A doctor with no appointment necessary
Who heals asking for nothing but faith
But she was a woman in a man’s world
Nothing left to offer her pockets were emptied
By so many healers feeding their bank accounts
With nothing left she could only offer faith
Her agony grew
She knew if only she could touch Him
Nothing left to give she wanted to live
She was jostled shoved pushed
but there was hope in the chaos in the turbulence
with so many crowding Him yet
With no money avoided rejected
With a leap of faith
She lunged touching the edge of His cloak
And what money or doctors couldn’t do
Jesus did in a heartbeat
Even jostled and pushed the Son of God tired could feel
her faith even in the chaos
Frank Black Blacharczyk
Luke 8:42-48
The moon reflected on the sea,
A night more beautiful than day.
I wheezed and struggled up the steps
And looked out over Whitby Bay.
I saw the harbour far below,
And heard the splashing of the waves,
I turned around to see the church,
The ruined abbey and the graves.
I thought of Dracula, the Count,
Imagined him and Lucy there,
And then I saw a hulking shape -
But, oh, the menace in that glare.
He showed his fangs and hissed at me;
My feet were rooted to the spot.
I cried for help and waved my arms
At people on a distant yacht.
He lunged and bit into my neck;
I tried to fight but felt so weak.
And that is how I came to die -
And you’re the prey I need to seek…
for Darren's Bram Stoker contest
He fell, yet held to denial
She'd gone several seasons to send him to hell
Cold iron rod was insufficient to smash him
She saw and stretched for the sledge
His face of caramel caved, dwindled he like a drunk
Rage of storm flung him fast amidst junk.
Astronomical lift cushioned her
Keen students returned respect, while she waged war
For the culprit, that aged false balm intent to win -
One would glean, Neil deGrasse Tyson discerned her dreams
He knew folk art, martial art, art of other sort
His gift lingered long like caution to one
For he stood as master of space she graced
She who observed in awe his wit, felt aroused.
Then and there, she feared no more the devil's lure
Weapons herculean lay wait
She pounced and pound, his faint voice drowned.
She lunged, sledgehammered away his head
Specialists would haul and burn remains,
joy and pain, touch of rain, prelude to spring renewal.
*
Warm Heart Warm Hands
Evening fell with blizzard snow along the lake
It had turned to a thick smooth sheet of ice
Shades of gray black set in with the twilight
Ghost images of swirling snow
Changing forms and shapes over the frozen surface
Vanished and came to life again as I approached
I have been lost for hours walking aimlessly in the shadows
Of tall pines and blinding drifts
To emerge from there to here, no hope in sight
Then, through the obstructing snow, danger approached
A large gray wolf moved with conviction in my direction
In erratic movements left and right it stalked
Trying to hide between each snowflake to attack
Sizing me up as a meal or snack
The beast launched itself at me
Hysterical red eyes, dagger large fierce teeth
Demon growls exploded from deep within the beast
Sounding from a long history of savage lineage
To intimidate and frighten me
As it lunged full force to seize my neck
The long gun was at the ready
Fingers nearly frozen to the trigger
I fired the death shot to the brain
The sound roared through the valley
Quickly, I drew my hunting knife
Slit its belly clean open
Plunged both my frozen hands into the beast
To feel the hot wet flesh and organs of the creature
Blood and heart stopped pulsing but served their purpose
I could feel tingling in my fingers, so
Frost bite had been averted
I stayed the night side by side with the animal
Warm heart warm hands till morn
Sun burnt open on a new day
And with it this spectacle
Blood and guts
Some surreal survival
As I wrapped my bloodied hands in the green scarf
Marched in the direction of a glow
Coming over a snow covered landscape
Altered by the drifts
Still lost with a long way to go
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Gym
A funny thing happened on the way to the gym.
Halfway there, my car ran out of gas.
I didn’t have my cell phone. What to do?
I couldn’t miss my favorite spin class!
I figured I could make it if I ran.
I’d have to run really fast, and so
I left my car parked on the road. I had
just fifteen minutes with ten blocks to go.
Just one minute and a half per block
I figured out was all the time I had
to get there right as spin class was beginning.
Yes, I could do it (or could I?) Eegad!
I didn’t even have a watch to know
if I was running fast enough, and then
I tripped over my shoe lace and fell down.
I got up, knee skinned, to run again.
I felt so weird. Cars were slowing down
Some people stared and others laughed at me.
I knew I looked ridiculous, but gee!
Then suddenly, I felt the urge to pee.
I only had three blocks to go, but I
just had to get myself into a store.
Thank heavens, 7/11 was right there.
Breathing hard, I lunged inside the door.
Inside the restroom, to my shock I saw
my outfit was split open, and my rear
was on display for all the world to see.
My heart was pounding, this time more from fear!
I had to leave with paper towels tucked
inside my shorts to cover my behind,
then begged to use a phone to call my spouse -
the spin class now the last thing on my mind!
My spouse arrived. He bought gas for my car
parked seven blocks away. I got (in less
than fifteen minutes) more a workout than
I’d ever got from spin class, plus duress!
July 13, 2018
for Robert Haigh's A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To... Poetry Contest