Long Ricocheted Poems
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bizarre stuff
in fact, she'd never visited a golf course before
in fact, as i took my daughter to the clubhouse toilet
i held the door open for her
the contents of the coffee was
all over the floor
i hit my tee shot against the trees
and the ball ricocheted back onto the fairway
'Good shot!' my mother yelled
there was a lot of top of the lungs stuff
MASHED POTATOES
i shanked it
mammy chops and bunkers like thunder thighs
my daughter wants to sleep in a bunker
i want to throw my clubs in the lake
worm burners
and municipal memories
this was meant to be a love sonnet
i'll be your caddy
i love you flagstick
Strewn to the floor he collected his marbles and memories
Had played for hours as a child with his friends in the flat
Passed innumerable hours never bored always enthralled
Abraded by wear of near instant replay nostalgia flashes past
A time of Innocence and Recall of pure Joy
Collecting from lucky packets from the five and dime store
He cherished his treasures and assembled a wealth of its own
Built a shiny smooth fortune traded with his mates from next door
Never lost sight of his satchel clinking and clonking at every stride
Foundations of Wealth and Possessions
They only had a small space on the floor boards smelling of wax
Polished the wood and their skills on their knees with great care
Rolled the little balls one at a time to get the closest to the wall
Practised side spins straight lines curve balls ingenious bounce
Perfection and Victory held their suspense
But the little buggers appeared to have a devious thrall of their own
Fell into knotholes swerved back to where they had come from
Ricocheted recoiled or stayed idle deviated from inglorious norms
Some disappeared in the pantry just in time for a substandard deviation
Snookered in unintended Diversity
Today he respects outliers and dispersion from a delusive tendency
Cherishes and embraces people and places and different paradigms
Which include eccentricity oddballs and nonconformist dissidents
Finds beauty in a spread of reasons emotions and different drifts
When Loneliness strikes he looks fondly at his Marbles
28th June 2019
It's the residue from the gunshot that you aimed right for my heart. See it ricocheted, backfired, meaning another false start…
A reissue of rhetoric accost the poet's you adore, so if acceptance is temperance then uneasiness no more?...
Do you remember that time we rode across your kitchen floor, clinging to a chloroformed kleptomanic repose, yet never in danger of being fully exposed, so we dined all night on a third and fourth course....just another case of the tail wagging the horse!...
When I held you in my arms I always felt you needed more...
See, we were allinged by chance, prepackaged romance, rinse repetitive repeat, another day, another week, who the f**k is winning in this game of hide and reep?...
I'll sow the seeds and water your fledgling soul, never once asking a suture for my own sterile self control…An awareness of sorts that our haves creates holes…
Acceptance is temperance then uneasiness no more, still when I held you in my arms, I could never see past my own sores…
It was unusual and fateful to stop the car at the traffic light
Marten was such a nostalgic renegade and abided by the law
Hooting middle fingers and then what seemed like a hail storm
There had been no bad weather warning just business as usual
The automobile did not move an inch for bullets from both sides
Another normal day in Johannesburg
The night closed in on the township in Alexandra South Africa
Small bands of youth roamed the streets for some ‘innocent’ fun
Distraction from unemployment and high on liquor and booze
Kholva did not comply and was gang raped tortured and set alight
Her parents waited in vain and found her brain-dead in the field
Another victim of anger and ignorance
The locks and burglar bars were checked and the shutters were down
Kagiso readied her children for bed while Lerato prepared dinner
Their dogs started howling and tore at their strong chains in vain
Windows burst into one thousand pieces shattering peace and lives
One son survived with a knife in his torso and third degree burns
Not only white owned farms are blazed to the ground
Bavishni worshipped her home shrine of Vishnu the preserver of life
Sandalwood incense frangipani petals and chanting bowl prayers
Diwali spread through the suburb and fireworks were very common
Yet when the shots ricocheted from the Goddesses’ intricate midriff
She knew that her own violation would follow and Nirvana would not
She died painfully like so many others
Violence unimaginable crimes and humans only worth a few coins or a phone
I have left the Rainbow Nation for good in capitulation with a sad heart
Some say I have given up dreaming but pragmatic wisdom saved me from hell
20th June 2019
I tried to take the higher ground, I’m sorry, I just can not
The words you spoke have ricocheted and now I’m deep in thought
Did you hold her closer when she faltered? or did you take a verbal shot?
Did you place her on a pedestal? even while you fought.
I know the vibrance she once held in that we were the same
And when this little rant is done I’ll never speak your name
Hers echoes forever and yours will fade away
Just like her spirit over time you the whittler, her the fray
There was a time when she would call whenever in a bind
That was until you made your move and hid her in behind
I know exactly what you are I’ve known this all along
I hoped that since you knew this too you’d choose a different song
She deserved much more than you could give this girl was meant to fly
a few short years after you had met she chose instead to die
so, tell me mister bull when you know this all is true
why couldn’t you just love the girl that was way too good for you.
Instead you fed her poison you toyed with all her love
I know you didn’t tie the knot but you gave the verbal shove
For every time you lashed out with the nasty filth you spewed
The loving, loyal vibrant girl began to come unglued
It was your job to pick up pieces if ever they fell off
Instead you weaponized each crafted word until she had enough
Someday I may forgive you but today is not that day
Today is for the memories where now she’ll have to stay
You took her from us all you know, while she had so much left to give
That truth I bet will haunt you for as long as you shall live.
I know she’d say forgive him from somewhere up above
You didn’t deserve a single smile and certainly not her love
This poem is not about you though I know it seems that way.
I just need to make sure that she knows I’d still fight for her today
I’d have fought for you tomorrow I’d have cut armies in two
Instead you chose the only path where I couldn’t get to you
I watched as silence danced with shadows,
Playing the melody sung by my mind.
Its blanket covered the darkness—
broken only by a ray of light through a crack in the cave wall.
I groped through the dark toward the stone,
but the gale was too thick for my arms to swim.
I imagined a ghost whispering—
yet only silence listened.
Echoes, like thunder in a deep ocean,
ricocheted fear like a trap set to spring.
Ghosts rushed out from the corners they lurked—
only for me to hear silence whisper: “Come out of there.”
Its voice flowed like a river of serenity through a forest.
I begged silence to stop its torment,
but it had ears that could not hear.
I tried to run, but a boulder blocked my path.
Then I screamed.
It was then I knew—
the light coming through the crack was my father’s flashlight.
on merciless concrete
there's a body
don't clean up this blood
shot in the face
and run over as an inssurance
he'll never again put the blue ski mask on
don't clean up this blood
camouflaging a direct shot as ricocheted
did it even came to mind
was he still alive
when those tires
crossed over
don't clean up this blood
he was someone's son
do you have sons
what does the conscience say
does it claim a father
does that father merit someone calls him father
do your sons know
what you just did
don't clean up this blood
who are you behind that shields
who are you behind that badges
who are you behind that spokesman
who's pressing that switch to inhuman
don't clean up this blood
how does it feel when those who you pledged to protect are scared of you
does it make you feel like gods
or obedient dogs
outraged dogs
trying to silent the oppressed
who throws at you those bones from the top of Olympus
don't clean up this blood
just don't
freedom answers to the name of blood
*In memory of Carlo Giuliani (14 March 1978 - 20 July 2001)
Denouement
The plot thickens broadens in plastered confused juxtapositions
over time there and then weaves tapestries lost unfound caught
Viscous tears dried out shed rivers searching oases oceans of love
squeeze suffering hatred solid misconceptions scripted resolve
Crocheted dreams unsnarled in disguise colour rainbows stain-bows
stain blows and arrows offer inkblots from coiled council reconcile
Waters cascades cataclysmic beginnings alleviate alluvion’s weight
skirmish tease entice droplets of truths splashing change alteration
Naïve native losses childish unadulterated tangential torrents unfold
allude inundate delude adulthoods’ illusions commence from afresh
Under the bridges of ricocheted echoes trickle drops from Styx to
Ganges feed and contend with the seagulls and vultures of life
The story line concocts and conceives tell retells and remembers
the past as it blends narrates a misty final initiation’s webbed spray
Resolute resolution wets the gills washes clouds spins them around
until springs guzzle project thoughtful narration to entangle once more
Denouement Renewal De-new-ment confer contain depositions repositioned
as some tangling wisdom posits one swims in the same ocean never again
09th August 2016
Originally entered for contest 'Denouement' judged 24th August 2016
Rounds of rockets shattered the peace,
Bullets ricocheted from out of nowhere,
And nothing made sense in this alien world,
Where chaos was friends with the air,
He was hit, fell and dragged, minus his feet,
Through turmoil and trouble and strife,
And rushed to a medic, working with bustle,
Working to save his small life,
But even the medic healed in an extreme of disorder,
As his legs became a calm numb,
That’s when he met the parson, the one rational man,
Who was his father, his brother, his mum.
The pastor was the only reality he had,
The pastor walked him through the unknown,
When nothing was normal, the pastor held onto his hand,
To take his mind back to his home.
How dare they take the words from
Your mouth and the nails from
Your hands
and pass them off as from
their own flesh and blood.
They, who never bled a single drop in the name of others,
have crafted a halo of thorns
and adorn it,
”holy”
(self indulgent, self proclaimed).
What gives them the right
to denounce their equals
and lash the whip over their neighbor’s back?
Don’t they know that every drop of Your blood that touched the earth
sowed seeds of ceaseless forgiveness?
That every splatter ricocheted off the dirt
and echoed the promise “I love you”?
Holy? Wholly?
They know nothing of Your word;
they only twist it to tighten chains
they bind around the black sheep.
Little do they know their wool,
once white in Your hands,
is stained dark as sin.