Long Rebar Poems
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Gray clouds open for business at five
Pour out concrete with rebar rusted
Along with asphalt for a nice touch
Steel never felt so good under construction
Building a better tomorrow on solid nothing
As guard rails pile up on each side of life
Something hard is falling from the sky
Fallen bridges, highways paved in gold
Covered over by weak foundations
Infrastructures fold like a deck of cards
Collapsed houses and trees snap like twigs
Concrete fills in every hole in nature
All mistakes and imperfections paved
Including oceans, valleys and little fishes
Birds are covered in heavy coats from rain
Become crushed by the weight of flight
Along with cars, trains and yellow buses
Trying to avoid the toll booths up ahead
The Earth becomes one big parking lot
Another pavement made from cosmic dust
Minutes away from everywhere on a road
To success which is always under repair
Under construction going nowhere fast
On rush hours overpass moving slower
In a strange rain on an overcast day
In savage streets it’s hand to hand
once shrapnel rips the air that’s damned,
no sin of ego in this land.
Baptismal bloodshed echoes
through rust and rebar ghettoes.
There’s bullet swarms and rocket rain
but infantry must hit terrain,
forget I’m sane and rupture veins
with melee-trench-knife flashing,
the bane of peace doves, slashing.
I wear their red of death and drive
my blade abuzz in hellish hive
to stay alive! Yes stay alive!
The apathy of killing,
and twisting morals willing.
My heartbeat kept, a victory,
it pounds just like artillery
but prized, despite the misery.
A witness to destruction
and holy soul’s corruption
and christened by the selfishness
of presidents with negligence,
we soldiers march with evilness.
The narcissistic leaders,
the preachers and the breeders
of rhythmic spates in drumbeat hate
unfurl their nation flags and fate
in bloodlust war… while heads of state
stay combat clean in bunkers.
I witness gurgling utters
your last and bloody gasp for “mama”.
I grasp with greed my breath in chest.
Thought ricochets inside my skull;
I’m still alive! I'm still alive! I'm still alive . . .
tension between
this singular male offspring and me dad
proved more ineradicable
then tensile strengthened steel rebar
which wall veritably, unequivocally,
terribly outlived purposefulness, egad
yet remained intact
even after this son left off
way after being a lad
din viz Harris heir,
withstood the test of time,
sans supremely
wrought impenetrable barrier
(hermetically sealing off
my pre and post pubescent self)
against mad as a red bull, who coped
by escaping to bedroom pad
wherein emotional wounds got nursed
finding me both angry and sad
forsooth wishful thinking,
where disappearance powers
increased by exponential magnitudes
by the sluggish passing hours
envisioning thyself,
absorbed by bedspread flowers
quilted manually, oh so inviting bowers
which idyllic dreamy state
shattered as heavy footsteps
up the staircase found me ire rate
what chutzpah!
No matter ma mama and papa
(two time tested battering rams) aye he quate
attempted without success
to demolish invisible, inimitable,
and impregnable fortress blockade
solely existed in my pate,
and reinforced with obelisks of iron,
when I got tubby late
into my second decade of life stricken
with a woebegone miserable fate.
Form:
We thought it novel
And somewhat appreciate
We filled number ten cans
With motar like bricks
To be walls in our off-grid
Septic tank.
We put in a slab
Then stacked the # tens
With mortar and rebar
Layer by layer until they
We're above ground level
And than we made
Ah frame and used a canvas and rebar
To make the durable top
This was our solution to
The pricey alternative
Using a laser to ensure
Accuracy we stacked til
The job was done
I wore my tight fittin booty
Shorts and a thong
To attract enough men
To be attracted to the chore
I served bbq and drinks
to tease them enough
We finished in two days
After the tasks and laboring
I let my husband make me pregnant
To illustrate the job was done
Ya'll come back for the fall party
It's sure to be ah swangers treat
Thanks all
Sincerely
Mrs. Gotta Hard
Down Strawberry Lane
"Whink and Ah Smile"
"It learned me and from that beginning I knew
evry thing beyond would do the same.
We have to find away to insulate and buffer
the atmosphere only then would we be in full
control of the internal structure. Wise as it seems
the external structure would be the key to achieving
this." Speaking of the winter, in the gypsum home he
had constructed he refused to believe that with the
thickness of these walls he would still need to insulate.
He chose to do so using sprayed styrofoam on the external
part covering three sides and then staking rebar in a slab
covering the edges with wire mesh and partly filling it with
pea stones. The instructions told the story of his theory. By
doing so he'd have to explain what made him come up with
the idea. He only answered with the these two words:
"Thermal-Mass" by cutting the rebar down on two sides creating
a triangular shape he would then fill the top with a clayish soil,
but first he'd wished to spray concrete over the pegged area to create a stone.
then he knew for sure that all areas were insulated and sealed to create a
walled system that would endure the test of time. the windows
are to the front of the structure where it had 2x4 framing and insulated
the problemed was solved and his goals achieved!
" Modern Thinking"emulate the range: the emotional inflections timbre and tone to illustrate the person. Sounds used like spoken words, an inflection of the human voice. or character.
I was killed by a woman.
Mary C Tripp.
She now lies with me in my grave.
How ironic?
She stabbed me through my heart with a Bowie knife.
Shortly thereafter ended my life,
but it almost didn't go that way.
I was ready to kill her to defend my own life all the way.
She was a stranger. I never met her before.
Out of the darkness of the night she surged towards me with an insane roar.
Her knife first slashed my arms as I tried to protect my face.
She just kept slashing and screaming. She never hastened her pace.
I shoved my foot into her belly pushing her back,
but I could not restrain her ongoing attack.
She eventually knocked me down to the ground.
Alongside me a long rod of rebar I found.
She dove at me through the air with her insane wail.
I could have had her on that rebar easily impaled.
I chose to attempt to keep fighting hoping to restrain her.
She drove that big blade through my heart is all that did occur.
My last words to the medics as they tried desperately to save me,
"Please forgive this woman. When her time comes, bury her with me.
She knows not of what she has become. Such is her world of insanity.
Bury her with me and if I can I'll try to help her rest in peace."
The following were the last words I spoke when I died and ended my converse,
"She was once like all Very Great Women who so sadly for whatever reason got cursed."
Alacrity bespeaks entangled, entombed,
and entrapped Thai soccer team
diminishing strength barely allows,
but a whispered scream,
which rescue against all odds
(plucked out cavernous catacomb),
fast becoming a fading dream
vicariously agonizing to see
desperation and lads bravely brace,
helplessness predominating over initial
found alive break thru gain
promising grim destiny slowly doth erase
yet resignation impossible
to ignore written on every face
despite faux (cracking)
courageous front,
now severely testing grace
under underground solid state
rock geomorphology
necessitating stepped up pace
to rescue, sans race
against time encroaching threatened space
with predicted mon
soon meteorologists trace
with laser pointer predict
ominous incursion cave
at mercy of vulnerable flooding
worst case scenario, grave
nightmare predicament
in an attempt to save
youths with barely enough
strength to smile or wave
downgrading my own fear
being emotionally incommunicado
during prepubescence
pretending not to hear
clapping skeletal hands over each ear
to blot out hyper consciousness of glare
ring existence squelching
feeble effing dare
sputtering Nietzscheism at every turn
of the (ripped torn) page
airtight barricade against transformation
into manhood stage
fighting to the death
foaming at mouth dagger like
canine teeth savagely
evincing snarling rage,
no match for reinforced
rebar invisible cage
holding self hostage,
not enough money
to pay hefty ransom,
thus thine mental health
compromised, which
to this day still pay steep wage.
I wanted to find myself, so I got lost in the woods,
Turns out life’s easier without all the shoulds.
The rhythm of steps was a meditation
Twelve hours a day in God’s lovely creation.
Even when I was tired, wet, hungry and cold
I didn't get jaded; nature didn't get old
In the south, high blue ridges, flowers orange and red.
Mist drifted over meadows, clouds moved overhead.
I got thin and other-worldly, though grounded too
It felt odd to pass day trippers, same trail, different view
Both epic and mundane, the trail was short and long
Resupplied at Vernon, Conway, Marion band played a country song
Five months later, with unexpected friends, I reached the end, the North
In the "hundred-mile wilderness" we chatted, but it finally spit us forth
We camped in Baxter Park, ten miles from Katahdin’s floor
At 5:00 AM we rose, headlamps on, eager for more.
The climb began easy, but boulders got large.
We grabbed rebar to haul ourselves, still pumped for the charge
Hills were tinged with gray and pink, a rising sun showing:
summits of gold, a world silent and glowing.
Walked onto the tableland, then to the last rise
There was the wooden sign, the goal and the prize.
I hugged the sign, then a cold wind drove us past.
Wherever life takes me, the memory will last.
Back in the city, strangers pass like ships in the night
Who knows what memories keep their spirits alight.
Some live epics, some live tales half-spun
If you pursue the far horizon life will be more fun.
Redding Poem 4
“Flying Down Interstate 5”
We departed Redding at 3:45,
In the dead of an October night.
Those tumultuous streets were morgues then,
As we raced to the deserted Interstate 5,
Zooming across the snoozing Sacramento River,
Going at a constant speed of 85,
Passing the snoring cities of Red Bluff, Chico and Yuba City,
Slicing through the darkness of early morning,
With the tule fog scratching over the countryside,
Shrouding the distant lights like blinders on a roan.
One city after another, my speeding treads arriving
In dark sleepy Sacramento in two hours.
With the sun not waking yet, but stirring,
The internal beast passed Stockton as a blur in time,
With other speeding drivers merging onboard,
As insistent captains of their own landlocked ships.
Then looming before us, the San Joaquin canvass;
A devouring flatness five hundred miles long,
Of faraway farmlands sleeping overtime,
The majestic surreal banality of Central California,
Magnetizing us, hypnotizing us to the hastening flow,
Of southern currents and windy traipsings;
This caravan of one, this golden fueled protrusion,
Of the nomadic heartbeat; the inertly-moving soul search;
This final journey to the rapids of my youth,
Where undead ghost boys still climb the rebar rungs,
Atop the old tower on the water’s edge,
Still spit into the blue, slow-paced river below.
The groom will keep his name
whilst she will change hers
to his. We talked over these things
as we constructed a home
that would become home to the new couple.
Some laughed when they asked us
to construx the place.
We put four corners up using poles
we used untreated lumber
interconal and external leaving the walls hollow
we used cobb to fill the walls
we found it best to
construx in quarters
building
to where the bottom of the window would be
and then ramming the cobb into the agapes.
we used cob and concrete
and drove rebar into the softened material.
we put concrete blocks and slabs of stones
in the pre dug trenches
and pour concrete in the bottom before
we began constructing box type walls
that we packed from the ground
and nailed them in place using
the bobcat.
separating the two materials allowed us to
save time by separating the cobb
which meant both parts could cure
separate and we could
continue work
not worrying about overloading the wall
and allowing errors.
we put a barn type roof on using tin and plyboards.
we used a faux stone decorative brick
on the exterior
the place looked authentic and brick.
Inside we used a natural stone ledger panels
to give a Desert look to the inside.
Certain areas inside used sheetrock
which we used mitered edged We cedar
and stained and shelaced the wood
and painted the sheetrock a cream color.
the center of the place had rammed earth walls
four walls that didn't touch but were
join together
using pallet wood
from the floor to the ceiling.
the pallet wood had been treated
with borax and stained.
we explored building topless and bottomless boxes.
and drilling holes
in the dirt
installing poles
and places the boxes around the poles
and filling them wi cob
on our next project
we'd use the same system
to creat rooms with this structure.
and would use te
large beams to
create a roof.
that would use both plyboard and tin.
sixteen by sixteen
centered windows