Long Pavement Poems
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The thing about writing songs .....
Eyebrow raiser
Paper eraser
Not gona pluck it out
and draw on in its place a
Eyebrow replacer
picture for the make up
Now she looking made up
Silly little witch
Silicone bits
prize
Half price
twice
Paid paper
p and rice
Playing the players
treat nice
and player haters
defeat guys
Lyrical rapist
How you rate this
Poetry status
writing weightless
rotary merry placements
void statements
the voice payments
Pace with no patients
Repeatedly til it set
Rolls Royce
the pavement
rollers flat the wet
hey no sweaty
sweets for heating
he meant eatin'
Lyrical link up
Clearing my drink up
Can’t think but...
Float
Clearing my drink
can’t think butt float
songs aren't really poetic are they
rhyme though a b r b ay o hey
put it to a beat it don't half bounce
read it think I smoked a half ounce
Assailing my
attention
attacking with its
appeal, alluring...
awesome --- Ivory flakes!!!
Blanketing pavement and my
brain with
beauty of
blizzard
bliss --- Ivory flakes!!!
Celestial blessing from God of compassion*
comforting with chills
challenging my caroler's chants and
Christmas card's creativity; oh...
crystalline wealth ---Ivory flakes!!!
Daydreaming while
defying
dreariness...
delighted am I and
desirous to feel --- Ivory flakes
in my winterless country!!!
*Psalms 111:4 He hath made his wonderful works to be remembered: the LORD is gracious and full of compassion.
January 25, 2025
4th place, "Jasmine or Flakes" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Ink Empress; judged on 2/4/2025
Honorable Mention, "A JAN 2025 POSTED" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/28/2025
Caught between the sun and pavement,
Hand in hand and yet apart,
Each one’s friend, but each other’s case,
To the end from the start;
There was no other door,
There was no other way,
For us to live;
We triumphed in the night,
Succeeded in the light,
Each time;
We knew only right and wrong,
Would forever keep us strong,
Never quizzing the road ahead,
We resolved to proceed;
Finding friends and finding knowledge,
We would feel like man and wife,
Resting on each others’ minds,
We declared truth in life;
No matter where we were,
No matter how we did,
We knew we were tall,
Whoever would inquire,
Whoever would aspire,
We loved;
Sometimes hand in hand together,
We’d assert transparency.
Lyrics for Sweet Remembrance of You contest
Lyrics start when violin begins
It was Easter Sunday
I was leaving Isle of Palms
in my 2004 Toyota Corolla
that was once my sister’s
before she moved to Colima, Mexico
I overheard a conversation
and left the house
I wanted miles between there
and anywhere
I called you as I trembled
up the road on all four wheels
All the cars were bulldozers
of purpose and confidence
I felt like iceberg lettuce
swaying over pavement
ready to be tossed
out of the sandwich
You told me to get it together
“You’re from Rochester, remember?
Come on woman! Breath!”
I asked you to help me
get over the bridge:
“Just keep talking.
I don’t know where I’m going,
and my hands are sweating”
It wasn’t your words,
I don’t remember many
It wasn’t you next to me,
we live too far for intimacy
It wasn’t any reassurance
You know
my vulnerability
that I hide so gracefully
in my Audrey Hepburn
attempts for elegance
I show you my raw,
unhinged, unlovely
childish fears
that I will not outgrow
I am the chipped marble
you hold in your hand
I am your Minnie,
your knucklehead,
your superfluous adjective
I know you prefer
succinct conversations
and strong women,
but I need your steadiness
You carry me over
every bridge
There's a place I know. Far enough away to feel like an escape, but close enough to be familiar. Its quiet there. Standing in The Road, listening to the breeze and the distance sounds of crickets and frogs, a single light down the way to let you know you're safe, You can be yourself here, Run-on sentences and all.
If you stand very still, you can almost get lost in it. But the feeling of the pavement beneath your feet let's you know its okay, you're grounded. You're learning to feel again, learning to just... Be. Beginning to let go of that thing inside you, That madness that's swallowing you whole. It's scary to give in... But listen... Feel the ground... You're here.
You're safe.
Everything you have gone through, Every moment that made you feel hopeless, Every moment that made you lose faith in something bigger than yourself...
It all brought you here. To the sounds of this moment. To the pavement beneath your feet.
To the feeling of Becoming...
It's okay to let it out. To feel trust again. To shed that inner cynic inside you and let yourself be vulnerable and alive to the moment...
Here you Stand. See and be Present. It's all ahead of You...
Just down The Road.
A hush of gray descends, the world outside a blur
Of weeping glass and dancing leaves, a gentle stir.
The scent of wet earth and cooled pavement climbs the air,
As warmth from a steaming cup soothes away all care.
In her hands, a porcelain hug, the tea's floral grace,
Sweet steam whispers against the skin of her face.
The book on her knees, a weight of stories untold,
Its paper scent, a comfort, a history to hold.
The rhythmic drum of rain against the pane,
A soft, percussive melody to wash away the pain.
Each drop a tiny echo of a memory long past,
A life unfolding, too beautiful to ever last.
A sip of warmth, a bitter-sweet and soothing brew,
A taste of all the moments she has ever been through.
The cool ceramic on her palms, a solid, gentle feel,
The world outside is fading, but this moment is so real.
She closes her eyes and listens to the low hum,
The quiet symphony of the world she's come from.
The taste of tea, the smell of rain, the warmth within her soul,
The past and future merge to make her present whole.
An opinion falling like rain
Cascading over everything
A center point of chaotic felony
Delete your voice
They're coming for you again
Pound the pavement
Pound on the walls
There's nowhere to go
They know the way it flows
Paste pastel words over your mouth
When everything goes south
Those words aren't your own
They're prettied up lies
Spat by the callous kind
An intricate existence built up
By a foundation of broken verse
A wobble here and a wobble there
Everything is falling apart
There's nowhere for you to restart
Dodge the bullets, dodge the train
Your chest erupts in pain
Perhaps all this was in vain
And you'll slowly go insane
The words are falling all around you
Drenching your clothes and your mind
There's no escape from the apes
So tape over the paper cuts
Blossoming in your heart
Just don't be afraid
Since the day
you became a news story,
I've been wondering
how long you spent
pondering the pavement.
Wondering
what thoughts oscillated
through your racing brain
in competition with your heartbeat.
Wondering
if you envisioned
flickering projections of memories
you can't rest with.
Wondering
just how it feels to be
a magnitude against the interstate
as gravity chalks a body's outline into the earth
Wondering
who could be the culprit in this case?
You were just a victim of blunt-force;
caution taped into an unclaimed crime scene.
Wondering
if you jumped in spite of joy
if being alive is to expand your lungs in full exhale
if being dead is to put an end to restlessness
Wondering
what emotion is present as you
leap.
He watched them from a doorway sitting on a pavement step
cuz when it came to social graces he was hopeless quite inept
when the choir started singing something loosed way deep inside
it was an Easter morning hymn that broke his torment stride
hungry, broken, and impoverished, he was always left behind
in a church now full of empty, only Jesus - drew his kind
when the light spilled forth in darkness he fast huddled on a bench
hunched and frozen, cold as iron, no one there to claim the stench
stained glass windows pure of vision beaming down upon his crown
there beneath the bench an egg from a child's hand fallen down
slowly peeling off the wrapper he did chew with wonderous smile
Christ had given him a chocolate, he was feeling quite worthwhile!
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2018
I have waited for the cars to part like the way Moses did
I am no Moses.
I am just a sloth waiting for a moment to cross the street.
I was the first who stood and waited
On my both sides came two figures who arrived in silence
We were the last ones who stood and waited.
I realized
No one among us can play the part of Moses
We just exchanged glances and could not see each other's irises
As the sandstorm from the morning still obscures Riyadh.
I am going to a temporary home for the night
Where could they reside tonight?
Will little angel's wait on the doorstep to meet and kiss them?
(It's dinner time already, my seat at home is already occupied)
Nobody is waiting for me.
Then the road cleared
And the three of us, souls being friends for just a while
Just moved on.
(We are raindrops falling side by side from the clouds)
Breaking our infinitesimal mass,
as we reach the pavement.