Long Sawed Poems
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I can’t smile without you
I miss the days long ago
We held hands
A soft kiss on the cheek was udder bliss
Nothing in life seemed amiss
Now you have long gone
Six feet under the ground
That day is embedded in stone
You and your suitcase, gonna leave me alone
I bound you tight
Pulling hair from my head
As I chained sawed you dead
Blood in my chalice, I drank
Lustfully I carved you into dinner
Lamb chops in sauce so sweet
Your family loved the meal
If they only knew
They might have stayed thinner
My roses sing every spring
Happily devouring your rotten bones
Leaving me was evil you see
Never the less, tiss I who smiles
I smile at the coffee shop
I smile more as the butcher mops
I am not dark, no not at all
My darkest, I smile for all to see
Cause you have all but gone!
Happy days are here again!!!!!
I have an issue.
I have an issue with picking up my phone and only seeing the end of several animal species.
I have an issue with the persistent sound of trees being sawed in two.
I have a small, little, itty-bitty, molecular issue, with men creating songs with melodies of pretenses; that dance to the beat of their wives heads hitting the wall.
I have an issue with the impotency of steady intimacy that deserving women never see the light of, and the dark images that slide in and out of focus with each encounter.
I have an issue with children’s stomachs screaming at them to eat scraps off the side of a road that carries the same diseases as barn animals and sewer rats.
I have an issue with all of this being brushed off shoulders, the turn of yet another cheek.
I have an issue with who we became.
I have an issue with who we are.
Inspired by the Iron Maiden Song, Tears of a Clown
Drinking, he recalled the Circus Grim,
and the strange world that ruined him.
He had done anything for a laugh.
Once, the magician sawed him in half.
He'd traveled the whole country round.
Now tears fall from the circus clown.
An orphan child, running from disaster,
fell into the service of a cruel ringmaster.
At first, he was never seen on stage,
laboring to clean a hungry lion's cage.
In dreams, he wore a jewelled crown,
and he rose to fame and renown.
The juggler, fire-eater and contortionist,
joked with him and the beauty he loved best.
It was then, a drunken challenge, he made,
and, to his surprise she accepted, unafraid.
She caught his eye as she came down,
a moment frozen for a circus clown.
His secret love, he thought, flew like a dove,
enchanting him, like an angel above.
No matter how he tries, he won't forget,
the trapeze girl who missed the net.
He'll swill whisky until he drowns
in tears, the broken-hearted circus clown.
Joan Of Ark
Noah was a geyser and a bible kind of guy
Wouldn’t take no messing from a vicious gospel sky
He’d got the nod from Mr God to build a massive boat
And save the birdies and the beasts by keeping some afloat
He gathered wood and sawed it and he banged in lots of nails
He crossed his fingers and he prayed, ‘I hope the damned thing sails’
And then there came some drops of rain but thankfully he’d made it
The boat at last was built and it was time to populate it
His list began with aardvark and he got as far as mole
But the list was very long and so he used a toilet roll
He knew that space was tight so all the beasts were stacked in twos
And then he panicked when he found he had no kangaroos
When his mum in law got on, the boat tipped up one end
That really got his goat up cos she drove him round the bend
So, referring to his ruling that said only two of each
He hooked her on a crane and dumped her backside on the beach
But his wife looked like her mother and she ate more like a Gannett
Not a great incentive to re-populate the planet
But he’d made room for someone who would often make him groan
She’s how he got his jollies so he called her Jolly Joan
When he’s alone with Jolly Joan she never will refuse
But this time Noah noticed that she seemed to have the blues
She said I love you Noah, but like animals and shoes
I rather hoped that EVERYTHING around here came in twos
Noah shrugged, ‘I’m sorry but I’m six hundred years old
This place smells like a barnyard and I’m freezing bloody cold’
She said, ‘I’ll have to warm you up to raise your ardour higher’
And then she pulled him closer, ‘Come on baby, light my fire’
Once there was dingo, rabidly mad as he could be
who thought he was a Bruce of a man by how he spoke
But no man would call him their 'mate,' for you see...
he was a mongrel dog who pretended to be a bloke
The dingo who called himself 'Keefer,' was all talk-no bite
got caught chasing a galah (chicken) for want of a feast.
But ol' Keef got clawed by the rooster night after night
He was a drongo (fool) who thought he was a beast.
"Crikey!" I heard real men screaming from inside a bar
when they laughed at Keef wearing daks (male trousers)
He tucked his tail and ran from feathering with hot tar
"Get out, ya Hoon (hooligan)! We scorn rabble-rousers!
Keef was a loud mouth when he was blotto (inebriated)
Downing snag (sausages) and guzzling frothy (beer).
Tried to mate with a sheila (girl) but he'd been castrated.
Fair dinkum (that's true). He was neutered last year.
Some say he likes wearing female clothes, they swear.
He's such a hostile dingo, telling them to 'Rack OFF!'
But there's pictures of him in knickers (ladie's underwear).
and some of him before his little stub was sawed off.
I guess sometimes he gets to feeling clucky (maternal)
cuz he uses phrases like 'mother this and mother that.'
Looks like he'll end up some place heated and infernal
Dingo Keef's punishment for hurling all those brickbats.
A rabid dingo, that fool proved to be a fizzer (fizzled out)
His rants and threats to beat guys up were just a joke,
who was well-known as a bogan (hick) and a social lout
who accepted the truth. Ol' Keefer is now socially 'woke.'
Last I heard of him, he'd taken up with a mate called, Roo.
Another misfit creature roaming around in the outback
He played for hours each night, blowing into his digeridoo
because he couldn't stand Keef's braggin' and talkin' smack.
Roo felt relieved when the dingo, kinky Keefer disappeared
The one who'd been called 'the blunder from down under.
He'd mumbled for days about Milton Creek and Roo feared
that dingbat dingo would try to tear that town asunder.
They called the Willow Bunch
they lurked around the
Ruschello Mio looking to
find jobs. They had skills
to impress and they wished to
work. They sawed wood for the
canteen, They were butchers
and cooks. Saggio the next to
the oldest of the six was seen as "clean and cute"
he had his way with women and often times
found himself in the middle of others
relationships. He once told a woman
"that being poorer than
your lovers husband makes
you the crazy person
in the relationship!"
They all were musicains and Saggio
could sing. Durning a concert
at Ruscello Mio while singing
a large fella rose from the crowd.
He piddled around and slowly
creeped onto the staging area.
When the audience began to
applaud he
jumped the stage and began
scuffling with Saggio
the band quietly start out
after the large fella and
held him so Saggio could leave.
Saggio grabbed his jacket and
headed for the door. A woman back stage
started saying "that my husband Saggio!"
"That's my husband!" Saggio ran to her
saying" the economy Baby: the Economy,
what did I tell you!" The hugh guy said" that
what I'm talking about ya'll cheating!"
we got Saggio out of their Without him
getting pulverized. Weeks later
we found out that the Canteen owner and the lady
had got together and started dating.
They hired the huge fella to act
like her husband to scare Saggio: we it worked!
A shocking nightmare- the tornado arrived,
that early evening, Tuesday, May 15, 2018.
We were three miles away from our home-
yet, it took nearly two hours to find our way
through the maze of so many blocked roads.
Finally, we arrived via eerie darkness, where
shapeshifting shadows of destruction stood
beneath the storm's pale, shaded moonlight.
Come morning, the celestial sky of gray
with dim, clouded sunshine, shocked us
with how drastically it did transform our property.
Eight huge trees, like giant pythons in the throes
of war, were entangled, each with a pinion
of twisted, splintered limbs and branches,
lissome and woven upon the verdant lawn
everywhere, blocking the driveway and path.
Most still remain in decaying repose for now,
until they are sawed, dismembered, chipped,
no longer part of the old estate firmament
under which they stood, proud, tall, and lofty
until now, for perhaps, one hundred years.
Trying to sojourn to their favorite nooks again,
the birds and squirrels, wing and scurry about,
still now, frantically searching for their nests.
May 25, 2018
Contest: Shapeshifting or Shapefitter
Sponsor: Anthony Beaanco
Women of a certain age
Remember, when in school,
Boys did woodwork, girls
Home economics, as a rule.
The boys made houses for the birds –
They sanded, sawed and nailed
While girls both cooked and sewed,
Which every housewife’s job entailed.
When reminiscing with some friends,
We all could recollect
We had to sew an A-line skirt
For teachers to inspect.
Each one of us had moms like mine,
Who, knowing how to sew,
Helped stitch the skirt on her machine,
So we’d be good to go.
The memory brought laughter
Of our common circumstance,
But I might’ve made a better birdhouse
If I’d had the chance.
Imprisoned patched in pumpkin parachute,
Detained up-high by paper-airplane trails;
Vines draw a line through dirt urging dispute,
Between emotions locked in playground jails;
An epic battle waged of see-sawed thoughts,
Hacked anger versus calm forgiving tone;
Where punches land upon still tender spots,
From childish rants this bailiff claims as own;
Yet resolution now demands a shift,
As sonnets do when octaves run in place ;
I’m neither swing-set nor a schizoid miffed,
But grown-adult per hair seen on my face -
Aware, at last, a patient mind unlocks,
An end to quicksand fights inside a box
10/6/2016
Submitted for: 'Sandbox' Contest
You cut me out of your life
I’ll butcher you out of mine
Chop chop chop chop
There go the memories
The images
With one fell swoop
I've decapitated your smile
CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP
There go the words
Torn away like extra slabs of fat
Oh…yes, there go the juicy chunks of
sentiment
I had for you
Those I didn't chop
Those I sawed away...
Chainsawed
So the blood splattered everywhere
And made me sick
To the core
What a fool I've been
Slice Slice Slice Slice
Deep into the red meat of the heart
Slicing away every reminder
Of your touch
And every word
Every look
That made me smile
And go weak inside
YES….blood drenched and gory
I pick up what’s left of your image
And douse it in acid
…………..
I nearly suffocate in the fumes
Tit for tat
But I did better than that
I didn't cut you out of my life
I butchered you out of existence….
Ah…much better now!
I’m smiling….
With blood red tears
Rolling down my cheeks.
Eileen Manassian Ghali