Long Rope Poems
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What are you looking at baby?
I see the potato and pumpkin
rice making from grain
I see the proletariat
spending night in rockey plain.
I see dogs and the cows
too many in the field,
monkeys up on the tin roof
so many of games they yield.
I see the bottom of the water
There I see the frog and fish
When it rains, canals and banks sounds
ghangarghang ghangarghang, like this.
I see books and piles of notebooks
mom rebuke me each and every day,
the country where no pressure of lession,
where it is can you say?
I will go to that country
with the wheel and my kite,
I willl take the spinner and the rope
I would like to play there, alright!
We celebrate Guy Fawkes although he did not quite make the grade
I know and understand rebellion threatens thus he met his fate
Could have been worse he could have blown of his incendiary hand
Less body parts to torture in the name of country and King of the land
Guido as they called him fighting for the Spanish before his foiled plot
Was fully aware that he could be exterminated for an unsavoury complot
Can violence in the name of debatable justice be ever condoned
The masters of power today might agree when Syria is droned
Crusades in the name of some cause or other belie religion and creed
When money meets oil geopolitical persuasion derived from greed
Black powder in Guy’s case blew up in his fierce revolutionary face
Unlike Nelson an eye for a blind spot got him nothing but disgrace
Dark power gloved fists velvet resolutions and orange insurrections
Should of course release white peace doves from resolute minds’ disaffection
Nena’s 99 red balloons and Banksy’s street art reveal a powerful message
No doubt they beat anthrax in envelops and letter bombs sent by expressage
Yet Mandela in his armed struggle days was deemed a vile terrorist
Fought for the cause in despair but was labelled a mean criminal errorist
Suppose that leaves us with religion and Jesus crossed bleeding nailed
Whereas Guy stored explosives in Westminster’s undercroft with little avail
A white robed Ghandi marched for salt freedom justice peaceful opposition
Before him the Buddha sat quietly under a Bodhi tree for untroubled transition
Fawkes received victor’s punishment but is said to have fallen from the scaffold
Before being hanged broke his neck probably mocked the crowd that was baffled
Avoided the agony of the punitive rope before drawn and divided into four parts
Outsmarted the executioner retribution erratically broken in fits and starts
Few of us know the real story only shoot fireworks remember November the 5th
Blow money miss the pith dispense judgement in blessed ignorance forthwith
A lesson to be learnt from the historical legend some possible moral from treason
Is that words are superior to gun powder and it’s better to die for a right reason
"All our soldiers died on the battle field,
And its an inspiring awe that the royal euchite never got killed,
Prove to me if it's not a disloyal formatted deal?
Our Emperor's skin was scorchingly peeled,
Inextricably with his scepter and crown uncongealed,
So accept what I'm telling you with a loyal heart,
"Bring to me that euchite,
To whom does he stir pretence against to excite?
He deserves not to feel the rainfall in the savannah zone,
Make sure you get me blush of young males to take on him a toll,
Select from them strong men with healthy head bone,
Whilst you organise an imperial poll,
Weary is my sacred sword to behead that intrusive soul,
He will see the power which sleeps extremely if a chimpanzee starts to groan,
Why should he publish books of demonic role?
Who gave him the previlege to fastened those royal pavillions with a vicious rope?
Politics is now introducing cruel dominion,
Tell me if I'm wrong to take revenge against his acted oppinion,
Day to day it destroys those consecrated trees in the grove,
Take this atlas to lead you through the scaling cone,
Look through the regions of wooldlands hole,
On the desert,follow every caravan in a row,
You can testify how this city is now getting old,
And that gnat want to please the heart of its foe,
Be alert on every step you take on the evil road,
He may also set his prime troops to defend himself with a brutal show,
And I think you being as patriot will fetch us a lifetime bote,
Probably,when you get hold of him outside the cities identified with a stone,
Bring him back to justify himself at home,
If you also catch him anywhere holding the emperor's hone,
Mark his forehead before you bring him to defecate what he'd sold,
For we will then after,enthrone you to play a monarch role,
In order to extend the pastures of our regional mode",
These are the words of a great commander to his descreet servants.
Three years deep into freedom
And yet perhaps as tied down now as I was then
Scars are scars because they do not vanish
Fade as they might, that skin is numb forever
As a being made of scar tissue
My arm and back are dulled to this new world
Perhaps my brain and heart as well
As cortisol is as potent as any blade
I once thought it would be over that night
That when the credits rolled, the story would be completed
But do we ever wonder how characters feel
Once their plots are complete and they must go home?
Life goes on after the credits roll
We pick up the pieces left behind and build something new
A shelter from the strong winds and driving forces
That led us on our hero's journey to begin with
So the scars you inflicted on me remain
Where old haunts and new vistas
Can be smeared and tarnished so easily
As a flash of gold appears and pulls a trigger
A simple sandwich in an ancestral cave
A seed-studded outlook witnessing long-passed wars
Your specter haunts the depths of my vision
As a permanent reminder of what once was
It's easiest to remember the good times
Where even in the depths of despair
Any golden rope could serve as a permanent waypoint
To huddle and form a shield against the cold
It's no longer the case
Happier memories are now stained with ice and gray
And even after three years
I have not advanced much further beyond where I was
I've barely noticed the years passing, to be honest
Whereas every day with you dragged so slowly
They all merely blend together now
Empty and clear
Thus words fail me more than ever
As gathering the same desperate drive to be happy
Becomes harder and harder to do
I have ascended to zero from a sea of negativity
Serotonin was returned to me
By a dashing warlord atop a frozen hill
Not altering my mind to fill it with false happiness
But rather unlocking parts of it I hadn't used it years
So I await the effects
Can I fade these scars so well that even I'm convinced?
Or will this terrible portrait you painted on my neurons
Be the subject of viewer adoration forever?
Pecos Bill daddled and skedaddle like molasses.
Sunglasses cuddled, his badass
Stetson buffalo cowboy hat.
Lashes his airish, passive donkie Mis. Do Goglles
as he passes, airin' the lungs.
Sits there like that passin gasses,
at the chanting masses.
Allers among the willows, Pecos bypasses,
poaches the stooges
Dooie and Doodle Doodole's angelicas, n boozes.
Bested by the Sheriff, neat and straight on its feet, no actress;
a rope chafed Pecos neck at the gallows.
3/3/2020
Allers – Always
Among the Willows – Dodging the Law.
Western Slang, Lingo, and Phrases – A Writer’s Guide to the Old West
https://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-slang/#A
Let us come to measure sky,
It's length, breadth
height, weight, width, area
everything, everything to be measured.
Sitting on the back of cloud,
flying to end point of sky,
And thus,
to uplift our stature and head.
If, measuring tape will not support
We will measure with our hand
And go up to moon
Moon, that comes to our lap
With every call of our mom.
We will play there,
revolving round and round,
on the dusty & wavy ground.
Then again, we have to measure
the hidden sound of lullaby
that mother used to sing,
The eternal love that grow within us
with soft tender wing, hidden under hill.
At the evening, we’ll return back
jumping from that high,
Let us come to measure sky,
Let us come to measure sky.
We will suppose to measure
The distance of land of stars
With the support of a rope
Stretching from heart of moon
And fixing with the soul of sun.
We have to measure
The intensity of glow of each star
Where our grand parents
breathing their pleasant life,
and blessing us to stay peace.
And at last,
We have to step ahead
to visualize the Sun
measuring intensity of its ray,
Temperature in June
And temperature in May.
Everything we have to weigh.
We know,
Our mind is enlightened with whose light,
Our heart is so strong with whose heat,
Our soul is like ocean, grown from which point,
He is our father, light of our day,
Let us come to measure sky,
Let us come to measure sky.
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The heavy iron anchors dissolve,
giving up their iron shapes to the black fluidity below.
There is no coast left stubborn enough to anchor this tide.
The currents don’t just pull—they misplace the mind entirely.
We traded the absolute for a handful of the gray shade,
building a gallery of cheap mirrors
where everyone manufactures their own version of the light.
Look up: the sky is relative now,
and the soul’s quiet armor simply unlaces itself under that stare.
We are crowded, yet completely atomized.
Fifty people in a room, each sealed in a drywall box of their own design,
calling the silence peace
while the old, shared altars gather dust in the corner.
The origin story is beginning to rot.
We are intentionally scraping the marrow out of our history,
weeding the damp soil so fiercely
that we kill the very seed that brought us out of the ground.
The big myth split. It shattered into a thousand shallow creeks,
leaving nothing but the raw, tribal friction at our core.
Look at the cathedrals of institutional trust—
they aren’t falling; they are turning quietly to gray powder.
The middle is gone. The edges are frayed like old rope.
Something abstract and unreadable is climbing the numbers in the sky
while the heavy, physical foundations go dark.
An invisible mesh is being woven between the thought and the meat of the hand,
keeping our eyes amused with small lights
while the ground beneath the floorboards shifts an inch to the left.
The macro-rhythm finishes its circle.
It is a simple bending toward the dirt.
Just a tired civilization, sitting in the dark,
breathing on the cold coal,
forgetting the geometry of the spark.
Lolli Lolli Lolli come out and play
Lolli Lolli Lolli don't waste a fun day
Riding on my new bike's handlebars
I peddle so fast we'll reach Mars
At the park we'll get a red balloon
Eat cotton candy until out tummies kaboom
Will chase frisbees like a dog
Sit on the bench made out of a log
Jump rope till we almost puke
Swing round and round with hula hoops
Lolli Lolli Lolli come laugh and play
Lolli Lolli Lolli enjoying Saturdays
Splash in the wading pool
Rest under the shade trees staying cool
It's like a holiday without school
On my bike I swear we fly
As the evening sneaks nigh
I think we can touch the starry sky
Lolli, Lolli, Lolli, time to say goodbye
Lolli, Lolli, Lolli, it was good as pie
When another weekend comes our way
Lolli Lolli Lolli, come out and play.
What's a moment if you can't feel
Numb to the pain is anything real?
Sitting outside contemplating suicide because life is such a cruel ride
The bad always outweighs the good
Frozen water is cold, but it still floats
I heard hell is not really hot
The flames are really cold, and my heart is melting
And I'm trying to pick up the pieces still left
Not much is left
Don't know what is really the best
Thing to do
Dirty drinks, dirty mind, dark thoughts, dark clouds, no sun
Positivity isn't allowed
The negativity is too loud
Quicksand is everywhere and I'm moving slow, feeling low
I just don't know
I numb reaching out for life
But you can't grab what you can't feel
No feelings
I'm numb
Like I'm just another number and there's too many to count
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words I can't hear because I'm numb
I want to feel the pain
Tattoo my eyes
Maybe then I would cry
But I'm numb
Tell myself I'm dumb
Beat myself up I don't need a bully
Me and I got the jump
Rope around my neck but it doesn't matter
I'm numb
p.s. but I don't think I'm done...
Your hope is significant in my life
You cope with so many thoughts not your own
Your rope of faith kept you safe from strife
You mope and silently scream all alone
Keep the faith, baby, keep the faith
Keep it for Him alone, not for me at all
Keep the faith; behave and be brave
Save yourself, keep the faith, and stand tall…
I wish you well, praying you will make it through
Hope you can tell me He loves you, loves you…
Your faith in Him is beyond amazing — you see? You see?
Your faith is truly, sincerely praiseworthy
Keep the faith and I’ll keep you safe from harm
Keep the faith and I’ll keep safe like a charm
Your love towards me has helped me out
Your wondrous wings of flight flutter about
You brought me happiness from above…my joy, I embraced
He delivered you from the times you denied Him face to face
But you are forgiven by His grace
The road of recovery we tread, we have fervently faced
Keep the faith, baby, keep the faith
Keep it for Him alone, not for me at all
Keep the faith, my dear, keep the faith
Keep it for Him alone, not for me at all
Keep the faith, darling, keep the faith
Keep it for Him alone, not for me at all
I wish you well and I pray you will make it through
I hope you can tell He still loves you…no matter what you do…
Your doubts cannot undo
What God has in store for you and I so true
I wish you well and I pray you will make it through
I hope you can tell He still loves you, loves you…
Your faith in Him is so great…
Keep the faith and all you have to do is wait…
Keep the faith, no doubts should flood our fate