Long Mall Poems
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One of soft summer evenings is fading and passers go by
Cappuccino in hand and a cig, you relax in delight
Sick and happy you sit, and it must be your favorite style
Or at least that's the way I remember the terrace at night
I'm a Don Quixote's sword, broken down to pieces in hopeless attack
You're a daughter of time from a windmill of fair solitude
We touched on some topics but the one most essential we lack
But we smoked it together, when silence was looking quite good
Cappuccinos and smiles jumbled up in cubistic galore
All our sorries and thank you’s swirl rounds, dancing over the mall
Sudden windflaw blows off paper tissues, and slams the back door
Time to go, leaving crumbles and ash, I bet you’ve said it all.
Following the lines from pole to pole,
You can see a man in the backyard mowing,
The children in the park throwing,
The woman in her car going.
Following the lines from pole to pole,
Carrying currents that make night lights glow,
Causing music on radio waves to flow,
Sitting at home watching a picture show.
Following the lines from pole to pole,
They have reached the point of an idol,
Without them our world comes to a stall,
Without them how can we shop at the mall.
Following the lines from page to page,
Tells of God who sent his son as a man,
He gave his life upon a cross at Calvary,
So all could see the Glory of God who loves you and me.
When a witch met a fella named Paul
while shopping at the Sorcerer's mall
She accepted his invitation
to attend the Halloween Ball
He picked her up next night
in a black limousine
No broom needed for her flight
On this moonlit halloween
The ballroom was filled with goblins and ghouls
Who seemed to be enjoying the bash
Their dance steps broke all the rules
As they did the monster mash
Paul looked at the witch
with a bloodthirsty desire
But she never suspected
That he was a vampire
"May I dance with you"
He asked her that night
To the beat of a tango their dance did ensue
But he couldn't resist, so her neck he did bite
And with blood on his lips, they danced all night!
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10/14/16
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Life with all its flavors
Rain falling…sun rising…
Bus coming…bus going…
Classmates talking…basketball playing…
Laughter and tears, friendship and years
People walking…clothes buying, ice-cream eating…
Stories reading, air breathing
Sickness feeling…, arguments having
Pain tasting, revenge making
Scholarships having, teachers smiling
Makeup putting, hair styling, perfume spraying
Graduation having…
Cream putting, pimples rising
People swimming, people dancing
Friends losing, new friends having
Book killing, new book having
Lectures attending, qualities and competence
Chick feeding, chick pooing
For mall dressing, in mall fun having
Glasses breaking, my mom scolding
Sisters fighting, louzana cursing
Finals studying, for holidays waiting…
Simple memories, simple daily events
Make life so irreplaceable
I had just reached the summit of the mountain;
The final reward for my four hour hike up the steep terrain.
There was still snow in abundance at the peak
Even though the summer sun bathed me in light from the cloudless sky.
The sweat, in which I was fully drenched,
Was turning cold against my aching body once I sat down for a rest and a view of the wondrous landscape below.
Each deep breath I inhaled further cleansed my soul; further restored my spent energy.
I sat and contemplated.
Even though I was alone, atop this glorious mountain;
Even though I passed no other hikers along the trail on which I labored for four hours;
Even though I was so high up, I could not make out any signs of human life in the miles and miles of God’s green earth that stretched out before me down below;
I somehow felt less lonely here than I do when I walk amongst the hordes of people in a mall;
Or, sit in a crowded theater;
Or, stand on the train because there are no seats left upon which to sit;
Or, walk the hallways of an office building full of employees just waiting for the time to go home.
At the same instance, while in awe of the beauty in the scenery I took in,
I felt so miserably insignificant and yet, so magnificently important.
My legs ached. My heart pounded. My feet throbbed. My back tightened. And, I had never felt better in all my life.
I sipped water from the bottle that accompanied me up the mountain.
I ate the power bar with the knowledge that going back down is no easy proposition.
I watched the sun slowly get closer to the distant horizon.
And, I smiled. And, I cried.
Then, it came time to head back down.
I felt like I was leaving my best friend on my way back to prison to finish out my sentence:
Found guilty of having accumulated debts that must be paid;
Found guilty of having responsibilities demanding my attention;
Found guilty of embarking on a career path that rewards me monetarily while sucking away the spirit of my soul.
But, I will be back. Not to this same mountain, but certainly to this same state of mind on another peak.
This is my rehabilitation. This is my church. This is my salvation.
The foliage unruffled, the tree trunks utterly baffled
The reign of darkness all along
A nightly hoot of owl, the occasional growl
Of a tiger bold and strong
The silence of night, the crescent moon’s light
A play of light and dark
The serene nature sleeps a strange fever creeps
The homebound wings of a lark
An eerie silence reigns in the forest now.
A few huts of people living in this forest
Can be seen at the distance. The faint light spilled
Through the roofs is busy in hiding its scantiness;
Though darkness and silence of the forest are extending
A sympathetic hand to it. A baby cries, its mother cradles
The new-found affection gently, gently, it is bound to be
Lulled into sleep whereas all the leaping flames
Circle the mother and baby in an enchanted dance
The morning glows in stranger shine. The ferny floor
All teeming with greedy shadows; the day shows the door
Of immeasurable wealth; they tread invisible ways
To usurpation, primitive hands fail to prevent
Modern cormorants and voracious sharks in complete sway
Timeline
Corpses of trees mutilated arms, legs and breasts bear proof to genocide
Timeline
Huge bulldozers mechanical drone flourish of contemptuous tide
Timeline
Herds of cattle lead an impeccable people’s exodus
Timeline
The forest relegates into history, a state-of-the art mall shows its class
…………
Timeline
The answers deceive
The questions stand
The dancers leave
To track the sand
Round robin conspiracy
Threatens us all
The letters all lower case
The finality TALL
Butting my head
Inside of the line
Where does it end, Father
Maybe this time
The black and the white of it
The tall and the short
The poisons the same
One knife in the pork
New action may draw
What inaction restrains
What once again, once again
Once again drains
So back to the future
Back to the past
Choose not your weapon
You’ve had your last laugh
The wind’s in the vestibule
New breath in the hymn
Your darkness commands
What the light needs to win
The seven unsavory
The eight still to roast
The turkey unstuffed
Leaving room for the ghost
So ride away, ride away
Ride away all
The damage inflicted
This hammer a mall
The blood’s in the alleyway
Life beckons on
Death has been slaughtered
—as begins the new song
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: August, 2014)
During a terrible New England squall
A young blade named Paul escaped a brawl
Ran to a public box to make a phone call
Asked his mum to pick him up outside the mall
She was out with friends, having a ball
Made up an excuse, determined to stall
He tried to guilt her, her selfish son, Paul
for his bribes and lies she did not promptly fall
his absentee father had also told tales tall
that man had unbelievable chutzpah and gall
his mom had been born psychic, inside a caul
Paul took an Uber home, the driver drove at a crawl
the car stopped dead at a wailing wall
run over it, urged Paul who was wearing a shawl
the driver would have done this for his mum, she was a doll
not for Paul, who was known for being a bully, once and for all.
1 Tequila Shot Down
I'm writing my first line.
2 Tequila Shots Down
I'm continuing to rhyme.
3 Tequila Shots Down
I could do this all day.
4 Tequila Shots Down
Um, uh,...What was I gonna say?
5 Tequila Shots Down
I can do this time after time.
6 Tequila Shots Down
My can always rhyme altogether all the time every time I rhyme.
7 Tequila Shots Down
Mall this stuff just I wrote by is far my best.
8 Tequila Shots Down
My have to give probably this arrest.....sorry, I meant a rest not arrest.
9 Tequila Shots Down
Rhyme still rhyming my butt all the over place.
10 Tequila Shots Down
I to have right stop now. I'm feeling really fit shaced.
11 Tequila Shots Down
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Apology from the author:
The above titled caption should read
The Tequila Shot Rhyme Drinking Game
NOT
The Shequila Tot Dhyme Rrinking Game
My Apologies,
but in my defense, I did enter the title subject matter immediatly after performing my little
tequila experiment.
Again, my apologies.
If I've started a new fraternity craze,
Again, my apologies.
Wanna move up the ladder fast?
I'll tell you what to do;
Run to the boss's office,
And shine those dirty shoes
Are your fingers stout enough,
To massage his smelly feet?
Clip those crusted toe nails,
Make sure they're nice and neat
Hang around the time clock,
Snitch on those who's late;
Spend more time in the lunchroom,
Scrubbin' those greasy plates
Volunteer for overtime,
Never seek a penny more;
Bring up the morning papers,
Deliver 'em to his door
Walk his ugly dogs,
Drag 'em at least a mile;
Find someone to baby sit,
You'll be gone for quite a while
Show up when you're ailing,
No matter how dark or drab;
Take him out for dinner,
Be sure to pick up the tab
Drive his wife to the mall,
She's bound to get a thrill;
Make sure she's extra happy,
When you ask to pay the bill
Wash their dirty laundry,
Maintain that sculpted lawn;
Sleep is just a fairy tale;
You're workin' up 'til dawn
Take his kids to the zoo,
Let 'em drive you up a wall;
If they throw rocks at a camel,
Be sure to take the fall
Get ready for a let down,
Kissin' up won't take you far;
Bosses ain't really stupid,
But boy, they know YOU are!!