Long Shake Poems
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Can I come home now Jesus?
It seems I’ve been away a long time
I got lost you see
All the roads looked the same to me
And the lights were never so dark and cold
As when you weren’t there at my side
Can I come home now Jesus?
I’ve been very lonely without you
There was no one to listen to my stories
Or share my tears when I was sad
I don’t know if you noticed Lord
But your world is not very friendly
For the poor you loved so much
Can I come home now Jesus?
I can’t promise to be perfect every day
Or to remember to give thanks for your blessings
Occasionally you’ll shake your head
And wonder about me
Or why I got into such a mess
When you were there waiting to help me
How could I forget the heavenly Father’s
Enduring love for me?
And when I do come home Jesus
May I leave behind the fear that haunts me
The voices telling me I am worthless
The past that lives in my todays and tomorrows
May I live your promise of peace and love
When you open your arms
And welcome me hom
Packed like sardines
inside a jeepney*—
Too full,
with a jeepney strike going on.
Rushing,
mother and child ride along.
Greasy, dirty, malnourished…
The woman holds a can—
a makeshift drum.
Little boy hands out envelopes,
he looks like he's 3 years old,
he's most likely 6.
Woman beats her drum,
nobody listens
chatter drowning out the rhythm…
Invisible ears to go with
invisible envelopes
His head touches my legs,
dissipating heat—
an indicator of how long
he's been under the sun and smog
The thought chills me…
He stares at my sister's shopping bags
with searing eyes…
Windows that I can’t bear to look into,
afraid to see my reflection of clouded guilt and frustration
I shake my head, no food to share
but my hands reach out to his,
to give him some money.
My sister remembers a bottle of iced tea,
and hands it to him.
He has a hard time opening it,
and asks for help from the school girls…
Invisible again.
I reach out and get the bottle from him
Temporary refreshment
for a body that is parched,
for a soul who is thirsty for so much more.
I cannot help but gulp in guilty air.
He sits on the aisle,
savoring the tea
as his mother thumps on the can.
The little boy retrieves envelopes, all empty—
as hollow as the sound of the beating drum.
What do you do,
what can you do?
The jeepney stops.
They alight from it...
The mother looks back
and says, "Salamat.*"
It goes straight to my heart.
Her eyes move me most—
one eye is cloudy, grayed out,
perhaps a manifestation
of the storms in her life?
That single word seared through me,
and I felt how much she meant it…
Her thank you
made me want to give so much more,
to call out to her and give whatever I had at the moment
but they are gone...
Lost in a crowd of faceless people,
and I myself want to get lost,
hide my face in shame…
What can you do?
--For Debbie’s Tell Me a Story contest…
*jeepney—is a public transportation vehicle here
*Salamat is “Thank You”
reflections of her as i kiss the ceiling
i become lost in thoughts warm and maternal as the new spider in the corner wonders who i am
so many think i am strange in an isolated state now, but especially at this time
most try to see if my brain is actually an instrument of percussion, but i am way beyond the regulars' thought processes
i am seeing mirrors similar to childhood fun houses, but then i see her
the warm smile easily gives here away
i lose the battle of wits with my tears
she kept her promise and came for a visit
she opens her arms to me and welcomes me in with confirmation
i am that slightly spoiled boy again with my head on her right bosom
i tell her i miss her and i love her
i then ask her if we could, just her and me, to the beach one more time just for old times sake
she replies with a sad shake of her head and as she slowly fades away she whispers back to me....'TIME'
As I look down and see the ground
On which my feet don’t stand
The light I see is all around
Things haven’t gone as planned
It’s really kweer, I’m standing here
And somehow, you are not
You did your worst, let me go first
Off of that beauty spot
So, was I dead between the ears
Too dumb to see your lies
Or to spot your cunning plan
In which it’s me that dies
Everywhere I look are sheep
On tiny pasture clouds
They’re interspersed with people
Who have wings and wispy shrouds
We didn’t shake on our done deal
We sealed it with a kiss
I would leap, then so would you
To our eternal bliss
The best laid plans of nice young men
Lie face down in the mud
For I chose this eternal light
And you chose my best bud
You schemed to take my life insurance
’pon our rocky shores
Ironic that your latest squeeze
Will soon be taking yours
I watched you in your fancy car
The car that once was mine
But then you took it for a drive
When he had spiked your wine
So when you get here you’ll be processed
Then sent to the basement
I hope it’s not too warm for you
For it’s an all time placement.
Did I ever know that I would be born?
Did I decide my psyche and physique?
Why is a rose shielded by a sharp thorn?
Providence creates each creature unique.
I think of building a castle for me.
I end up assembling a thatched hut.
When I, like a sparrow, wish to be free
An unknown force, from within, keeps me shut.
Untimely rain signs on the summer breeze
Floods and droughts play tragedies unannounced.
Earthquakes shake the inmost shrines of the seas.
Divine verdict is wordlessly pronounced.
Events, like gift foils, wrap my existence.
Existence, in turn, is wrapped by Providence.
ON TURNING FIFTY
As my cousin turned fifty there was talk of AARP.
Two years behind Danny, I ask the million dollar question:
“What is AARP?” – “Oh you’ll find out,” my uncle laughs.
~
Fifty is the turning point -
No sense denying, we’ll all die one day.
For example, just letting fifty flip off your lips…
What the blankety blank?!
Well, look, I am old enough to swear…after all!
~
My baby sister thinks old age a grand joke -
All us old farts…me fourteen years her senior.
But we all know, even baby sisters hit the jackpot:
I can hear her screaming, “Noooooo! That’s im-po-sibbbbble!”
If you heard a star wars reference, yes I’m that old!
~
50 is a party hardy age:
We shake our groove thang
Grown men line up in full gear for the YMCA
My husband unbuttons his shirt
“My eyes…”
~
Fellow fifty lifers fill your flagons with felicitous fright…I mean delight
Lift up those hefty flagons, if you still have the strength.
If you can still laugh your not dead yet. Fifty more to go to the finish line.
Fifty more is up to you:
Fifty drinks
Fifty breaths
Fifty sighs
Fifty laughs
Fifty years
Cheers!
4/10/2017
A free as can be free verse, who the heck cares…I’m fifty plus :)
Some are born into a house
With no love.
Some learn quickly how to
Push when they shove.
Some are born with a
Silver spoon in hand.
Some live off the
Fat of the land.
Some are emotionally stunted,
A tormented soul.
Some can buy their way
Out of the hole.
Some are physically
Abused.
Some are permanently
Bruised.
Some survive
Sexual assault.
We all know who
Is at fault.
Some never get
A fair shake.
Some are nuttier
Then a fruitcake.
Some can process and
Move forward.
Some can stay
Forever tortured.
Some learn to deal
With the pain.
Some border on
The insane.
Some are lucky they
Grow and bloom.
Some feel the
Presence of doom.
Turbo1904?
At times, the feel of the sun on my whole body is delicious
How warm, how comforting, how addicting
Of the sun's rays I shall never have enough
Why, amidst life's harsh darting arrows
The warmth of the sun is like a protective umbrella!
At other times, the caress of the wind is arousing
It tends to guide me towards adventure
It tends to bid me to listen to its call
To imagine that somewhere, on high grounds
It can take the form of hot air balloons and just swipe me away!
More, each time, the touch of the rain feels soothing
The flames that inhabit my body die out
And cooled off, I can shake my toils away
And smile at life
As if I were its own queen!
And of course, the wet and cold grass is inviting
On it, I do feel like reclining
For as long as my free time shall allow me to
Grass, smelling like the paths of the other worlds
Bid me to smile, at nothing and no one in particular!
Pray, to enjoy the display of nature
I have chosen to remain unattached
And carefree
Unburdened, even if this implies
That I shall have to be penniless!
Yes, there, scotched on the mountain side, I get to dream
Of flying like birds
Of flying without wings
Of swimming in torrid waters
Of touching the moon, while keeping my feet on Earth!
Pray, I shall not get home tonight
I shall sit and wait on the mountains for the moon to show up
Who knows, I might turn into a werewolf
Or meet a romantic vampire
Who knows where my nature-bent imagination shall take me?
Upended side silhouetted curves
Guitar gut succumbs concave pummel
Stroke of silk amber timber turns
Tranced incessant performer to animal
Strings emit unconcious melody
Calloused hands mollest chords, glide
Neat neck shake resonates body
Four kick outline organise notes inside
Looped chorus caught contagion
Spills rhythmic spools of tuneful allure
Tale telling verse's return enables
Beat subdued by soulful bridge endure
Slow tempo finale of song abrupt
Fickle fingers emptied petition an encore
Bouy bubble brief popped corrupt
Cadence swings wild windswept rapport
6th February 2021
Written for Contest: Sensual
Sponsor : Charlotte Puddifoot
Face fractured with fear
As the Taxi drew near
The building was in the next street
" I'll drop you off here"
Said Steve full of cheer
(Annoyingly rather upbeat.)
As you pushed on the door
It's sticky hinge hissed
And you drew in your breath
At the scent of 'dentist'
"Youre a little late" the lady said
Do you live somewhere rural ?
You swigged on your hip flask
Looked her right in the eye, saying
"Just get me an epidural."
"Now now Mrs Phillips
You'll be just fine "
Said the lady so white and starched
And into the chamber of old magazines,
You were unceremoniously marched.
With Your heart like a piston
And blood pressure soaring
(Even " Horse and Hound" seemed
Tired and boring )
Lulled by a clock counting out every second,
Till you started with fright
As a dental nurse beckoned ...
"Please don't worry, don't be so tense "
Said Helga ( on work experience )
And then with sinister gravity
Said "We'll take care of that cavity "
"Hello" boomed a voice from the back of the room,
I'm here to do your extraction. I've done them before so no need to shake,
Look at me if you need a distraction "
"This won't take a second, it's all pretty simple
Just a couple of jabs and we're there "
So first with your right fist and then with your left,
He was out cold, on the floor, by your chair.
You ripped off your bib, took a swig of the pink
And suddenly feeling much better,
You lunged for the door and ran down the stairs
As fast as a sprightly red setter.
You ran to a sweet shop and asked for some toffee
"Give me the chewiest stuff that you've got"
"Sure said the assistant , this one's from Yorkshire
And here, you can have the lot "
You took of the wrappers and stuffed it all in
Then chewed like a donkey on acid
And in a few seconds, the tooth that was hurting
Left a hole as big as Lake Placid.
So what is the moral
I hear you all ask
Of this tale both of triumph and sorrow ?
Well forget your insurance, leave your cheque book at home,
Just unwrap and chew on a toffo