Long Sheets Poems
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June 10, 1998- yes that was the dawn
Where a new book was born
and in the pages you will see
Clean sheets a paper can be.
And in the years passed by
Foot prints of the pens that tried
In pages marked their arts
As they partake with and without heart.
In the pages of the book
Are all the fossils it once had
All the writings that were crooked
The fine, the rough and all the sad.
There were pages that were torn
As the foot prints of the pens
Left those poignant schemes
Since the day 'twas born.
But there were pens that have their hearts
In surface pages they left the art
The art of friendship 'neath the sun
Strengthened in love and friendship bond.
All the prowess of the wind
Blow the pages of the book
To the eighteenth surface it doth sends
With a joy in a closer look.
What's your worst fear?
Are you able to name one?
Death should; obviously be the result, wouldn't you think?
Nah, dying is easy.
Everything else in between; well...
That's where fear is.
Where is fear?
Everywhere
Anywhere
Nowhere—
I've looked fear in the eyes.
Touched fear
Inhaled fear
I've even put tiny drops of fear on thin sheets of paper, just so I could…
Taste fear—
I wonder what fear smells like?
It smells like Wal-Mart in here.
They say that curiosity killed the cat.
Fear must have hid the hammer behind its back.
Science makes fear.
They inject fear into animals.
Test it on humans.
It’s okay; it's only a...
Test!
A social experiment-
Uh…Uh—
Hurry up and say something quick, these people are onto us!
Fear is in the classroom.
Insecurely projecting its anger through the bully;
He's probably not allowed to talk about his feelings’ at school.
He's a number.
It's work to the teacher.
Mom is always on the phone.
Dad does whatever… Mom says.
Fear doesn't say, "How are you feeling?"
Fear already knows.
The secret language of fear is unspoken.
Its sign language based off of body language.
Fear has serious mental issues.
Believing in his own lies—
What's fear's zodiac sign?
It's on the cuffs of yours and mine!
-I-6-15
Submitted on 8-28-17 into contest: Fear
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Our relationship rose over the horizon
We were very happy and the sun burned
You touched me in places where I enjoyed
The newness and the caresses
It was fresh
And like a crystal clear message you sound
You are the one that I'm meant to melt
And my heart filled with tender thoughts
We rolled through flowered fields in hunger
And still
The first fight and burned our memories
But then hugs and kisses and a smile
Doubt crept between those clean sheets
We tried bleach but it only made white
And then
You swept the floor with me and then mopped
The love was squeezed and wrung
And like flowers in a vase wilted
My heart shattered and burned as the last ray
Sunset
Lying still on the class room floor,
brown paper for a bottom sheet.
All the children were gathered round
and my outline was complete.
A cookie cutter girl was I
in bright black paten leather shoes;
with a gathered skirt, puffy blouse
of blue polka dotty hues.
Drawn silhouette, a paper doll,
not ashen as deaths cold harrow,
and I regret, my parents get
left Hiroshima's shadows.
Eight years gone the Rising Sun
was challenged in an earthy sky;
for bombs Little Boy and Fat Man fell
and two-hundred thousand people died
The Man of Steel, old Stalin
passed away in Russia this year;
the hot cold war was in full bloom
and our children hid in fear.
Beneath our desk tops we scrambled
as the shrill sirens shrieked away
the Committee of Five ruled Russia
and Khrushchev was on his way.
Dwight Ike was in the White House
as a veteran, he'd fought hard
the GI bill was now in affect
and bomb shelters filled our yards.
And little girls with ringlet curls
still made dollies on paper sheets;
while the doll shadows left by WWII
bombs blackened in Japan's streets.
*On August 6, 1945, the United States used a massive, atomic weapon against Hiroshima, Japan. This atomic bomb, the equivalent of 20,000 tons of TNT, flattened the city, killing tens of thousands of civilians. While Japan was still trying to comprehend this devastation three days later, the United States struck again, this time, on Nagasaki. Nagasaki was bombed on August 9, 1945 only three days after the bombing of Hiroshima. And we worry that other countries may develope atomic bombs???
Gentle Earth, I beg of you -
Whisper to us the first sign of spring.
Annul this wintry despair
And a season of life anew, bring.
From the depths of Baja
Carry the warmth in upon a draft.
Poke the sunshine through grumbly clouds
And send it down as a gilded shaft.
Clothe the desert with the raiment
Of fleeting sheets of white rain.
Implore the wildflowers that they
Bestow upon us a fantastic display.
Help the button-face of the brittlebush
Peep over the dead, crumpled brush.
Bring forth the canyon penstemon.
Make the Mexican lime cactus flush.
With one quick stroke of rain
Paint the delicate creosote yellow.
Order the Engelmann’s cactus to raise
Their trumpets of fuchsia and blow.
Tempt forth the birds to sing - listen!
I beg, usher March in.
(Sanatoga, Pennsylvania location)
I luxuriated as inkling of spring 2021
offered sneak preview today
March third as temperatures
reached low fifties Fahrenheit.
Yours truly began reading
one paperback book
(I purchased three),
and absorbed daily dose of Vitamin D
while secretly ensconced
within favorite nook.
This middle aged rue stirring bummer
favors warmth, boot haint no stranger to cold,
when dark hen stormy wintry days
eggs hit from Arctic portal enfold
ding Atlantic Seaboard
in a blizzard of bitterly, blindingly, and
brutally sub zero temperatures
from an occasional nor'easter
fiercely gripping hold,
the majority years, sans this prolific
recalcitrant scrivener lived
in various and sundry abode
housed within Southeastern
Montgomery County, Pennsylvania
with 19473 current zip code,
and during my boyhood recall,
how massive ice sheets did erode
the (then) opened expansive farmland,
in preparation for planting time,
where runnels of frigid water flowed
with childish cheeks exposed to glowed
after hours upon
many a green acre got tilled and hoed
despite feeling energized and refreshed
with arms and legs ne'er frozen
aye didst eagerly await with exuberant yen
kickstarting thy body electric
experiencing hearthstone nook
designed and built by Christopher Wren
after heading indoors counting fingers
and toes to make sure, I still got ten
soon hearing the chorus of fauna,
and floral kaleidoscope of color
aground or taking wing
thus, upon thawing out thoughts
drifted toward approaching spring,
the season revitalizing
dormant natural inhabitants,
whose excitement (like mine) didst ping
announcing the debut of fecundity
nsync with screeching
from the lizard king
who entered and did break on thru
doors of fame and fortune
becoming out of this world legendary
rock and roll icon,
nevertheless, he joined twenty seven club
for permanent fling.
The flowers bloom in the sunshine
As your love's appetite becomes mine
The soil settles down as it gets so wet
Your body absorbed my energy as it climaxed
The trees protect us from the heat of the air
Your kisses fulfilled my lust for you with a mighty stare
The moon starts to light up the sky at night
As we lie down together and hold each other tight
The morning dew makes the grass so, so green
As I lie intimately between your legs, while you cum in between
In the afternoon, we rest from the morning heat
The sexual arousal comes again as we lie between the sheets
The sunset amuses our eyes as it starts to go down
The night falls to perfection as we go another round.
I fell into my morning bed
the tears turned my sheets blue
the bed couldn’t stand the quake
my sister made a quick streak
for my mom…she was the balm
i hurt all over…it was over
had it even started?
infatuation indistinguishable
from real love…I didn’t know yet
the midnight shift
sifting the hours, as i served
muffins and milkshakes
stunned…i had not the boldness
nor the madness, yet the vision
of iced cold toxic milk
thrown into the ho’s chest
would have been icing on the cruel night
she’d shone up with my puppy
I didn’t love but i didn’t know it then
(say’n this with a southern accent
makes this so much sweeter) but
i was an upstater, a New York date
my sister made a quick streak
for my mom…she was the balm
if’n i hurt now, i lean on the next best thing
muffins and milkshakes
an ice cold toxic milk
to get rid of the ilk
truly this guy wasn’t the greatest
though he shared the name of a president
not present…guys don’t know how to break
up and girls ignore guys in the worst way
i know…i did that once
i saw said guy a year later (not the heartbreaker)
he said if i ever broke up with my husband call him
he wanted me to go out the next night - i agreed
and did NOT…we all break hearts, and keep,
hopefully, our real lives straight
6/20/2023
Feather-weighted by leagues of slumber
old beds reinventing themselves
as hammocks for the distilling
of sweat and foam
into an archive of dreams.
Sprung mattress’ sag like spavined camels,
or twist days and nights together
into sheets stuffed with mental laundry.
Some beds have fallen comatose,
Only to wilt on the branches of time
like boneless owls.
Beds keep their history recorded
in brain-stems, of a thousand
bodily impressions; underneath some,
old horror movies, and pornographic clips
are laid to rest.
A young boy jumps up and down on his bed.
One day he jumps very high,
when he lands he is a teenager. By his side
a young girl (both),
not knowing what to do next, until the bed
begins to whisper to them.
Maria has Gone
She has gone
She has left
Maria is no more
She has no use for players
She has no use for Juan or his slayers
Adam is caught
In the sheets of his deception
Eva Maria has left, looking for the alma Santa Maria
Sands erase the love, Maria is all but gone
She searches the beaches
For meringue and peaches
Maria has gone
Maria has left
Maria knows them all
The usual suspects
Maria your color is beautiful
The way it sways
Maria your tango plays with me
For I must be truthful
Maria has gone
Maria has left
Maria knows them all
The usual suspects
We dance cheek to cheek
Tossed the cheaters to the sea
The usual suspects drowned
We bailar for the love to be
Ok ok ok
The players are here to stay
Maria though she will not be swayed
She has left, she can not be played
She has left
You will see
Look at the sea shore
She ran free, she is with me
How beautiful are her curves
Beautiful and bonito she swerved
I wanna touch her in the dark
I wanna kiss her right on the heart
Maria has gone
Maria has left
Maria knows them all
The usual suspects
They shed tears she has gone
They dance in silent seductions
The usual ones, one and the same
Players playing all the same game
Maria has gone
Maria has left
Maria knows them all
The usual suspects
Now Maria has nerves
That are as smooth as her curves
She knows when the dance is right
The usual suspects will not be in site
Maria has gone
Maria has left
Maria knows them all
The usual suspects
Besos under the moon
She had me swoon
Maria has left
No need to look anymore
She dances at my front door
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