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On Vacation With Middle Passage Memories
Out over the alluring expanse
of the Big Water---
where the sky rest upon
the water’s edge---
where undulating ships wait
to fall off the earth---
we saw the lightening
dancing in space
and heard the applause
of the thunder.
Huge nimbus clouds,
dark like the early night,
and filled beyond capacity---
burst opened like over filled water
balloons---releasing great falls of rain
wrestling with ferocious winds;
for control of fleeing waves
rushing to shore---frothing
the sands with quenching gratitude.
Mesmerized and immobilized
by nature’s fury,
the blood flow of memory
released a storm of memories---
detailing vivid descriptions
of Middle Passage crossings.
The only things missing
from this reality of the present scene,
were the times---places---stenches
of the living and dead---echoes
of the moans, groans and rattling chains
from the bowels of the putrid ships
that saved many unfortunate poor souls
from the Big Water’s fury---ironically
landing them safely on the waiting shores
to begin life anew:
shuttled to and from the auction block.
The howling winds, roaring waves,
and whipping rains---all slowly subsided:
we hailed the shuttle bus back to the hotel.
The air slowly fills
with curly pungent wafts of steam
billowing up from a
hot freshly brewed cup of coffee.
Raising the baton to
conduct the dawn chorus
of bird songs and plans
mulled to begin.
I love to see and feel
the ringlet tufts of steam
getting up my nose, blurring and
opening up my eyes,
like a curtain raise,
to conduct the symphony to begin.
The trills and tweets,
chirps and cheeps,
whistles and trills,
caws and chortles,
are all entwined and garnered
in the first sips, of the first cuppa,
taken at wake of day.
The steam and songs
unspool a cotton thread of
memories and reflections,
hopes and fears,
to be weft, warped,
shuffled and shuttled,
through the loom
to weave the coming day.
The Bronx Zoo has a monorail
I’ve ridden many times.
It takes you into “Asia”
And the natives of its climes.
Passing elephants and rhinos
It has shuttled folks for years,
As they’ve watched amazing creatures,
Safely sitting on their fears.
But last week, just as the monorail
Approached the tiger’s den,
Someone leaped out past the fences,
The most foolish of all men.
A tiger from Siberia,
Four hundred pounds and fierce,
Was upon him in an instant
And those teeth had lots to pierce.
The keepers came and saved the man.
The tiger’s life was spared;
It merely did the job for which
Its nature was prepared.
The jumper wanted to be “one”
With that majestic beast.
I guess he didn’t realize
He’d be viewed as quite a feast.
Though animals amaze us
With their beauty and their grace,
More often I’m astounded
By the crazy human race!
Their satchels (twenty five) within auto-rickshaw seats dumped,
Same number (small and big; fat and lean; boys and girls) tight-clumped;
Some hanging; some stamping; some hitting and kicking each one;
The driver, gliding as though great battle won with pains none...!
June, in Southern-India, has been reopening time;
With south-west winds, monsoon sets in as a nursery rhyme;
Fun on way is complete and perfect only when there be,
Splashing water-mixed mud that looks like Kerala-milk-tea...!
Some walk, books (for not getting wet), hidden within their shirts,
They're poor government school-students; studying in outskirts;
Looking at rich-kids, anger aroused, they scream, yell and haul,
Each, yet, knows, at the very outset, fate is same for all...!
Entering within campus, for all, is crucifixion,
Soon begins, within their classrooms, teacher-student friction;
Each tutor (teaching science or math) claims to be perfect,
Kick-starting, with no intro, their vast wisdom they inject...!
Games, occasional; lessons much; Little mental vent;
Frustration of being within four walls, always ferment;
Mugging-up starts; rutting, tests and exams turn punishments,
Learning through experiments gives many embellishments...!
Getting out of those jail-like cells, is glad and heavenly,
Queries of the day, though, by parents, will start heavily;
From opening till closing, all know, they'd be shuttled now,
They're masters of mysteries, yet; will escape anyhow...!
29 August 2022
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Sirens sounded secretly securing source. Strait sacks swooshed scamps scaling sensitive sentries (simply spayed seals) surveying surrounding staked spy sotted sham semicircular slipshod shelter. Snappy, Snippy, Snoopy suited Skyhawks surprisingly swooped somnambulant senseless scriveners. Sargent Salemander slipped shiny shimmering shellacked Sheppards Shutterfly sidearms sized simulated small skyscraper slinky, soapy, spooky squarely summoned, sentenced, sacrificed see swarthy Samsonite satraps Section SpecialOps.
Sometime soon savior snuck stealthily stealing sinful schleppers. sundown syzygy saw serendipitous, surreptitious, surreptitious segue-way shuttled safely Scottish shoals. Stigmatization stayed steady. Supplication statements swatted. Sole survivor swiftly spun self shaming sesquipedalian soliloquy. Sea side serenade soon spewed solipsism saving Slim Shady.
Sayonara seminal surfer swirling scarily sans sinister serpentine silent space.
the square
was packed
& the high street full
meat&veg seemed plentiful
market barkers
drew the queues
with jokes
impromptu
shoppers filed
neat& formal
in sainsburys greggs
& home colonial
the bacon slicer
shuttled back& forth
rashers scaled
in halves&fourths
bread mealed smooth&strong
butter patted shaped oblong
cheese cut with twangy wire
toasted later on an open fire
ham sliced from the bone
spuds bagged weighed in stones
tea from open square tins
packet-served with a welcome grin
'woollies' snackbar smells
'elevenses' hunger time to quell
one mug of ovaltine must'nt dally
so shortcut thru' market alley
where auctioneers tones rise&fall
above the sheep&cattle stalls
then off homewards at a trot
last pennies spent in feaseys sweetshop
on the train bridge 'spotted' numbers new
waited whilst the 'cutler' raced thru'
along pebble brook time to climb a tree
on this day shopping was made coupon-free
Android Embedded Chrystal Blue
In the corner of the galaxy dead in front of night
Just left of the quasars charted long ago
A logic being called 732 thought out and calculated
Waited for the proper landing on the proper planet site
A cold green world with three moons came into view
A giant star off to the right was ready to go nova
He had to set up for the show
The probe shuttled down with perfect coordination
To the surface of the barren world
Instruments and Android 732 were on board the tiny craft
The robot is the next generation of thinking machines
Artificial intelligence of the highest level
Equipped with weapons, scientific tools, and knowledge
Liquid computers housed within its metallic head
Designed to analyze and measure everything there is
The Android is authorized to do anything it pleases
Given freedom and vast latitude to explore
Religious leaders blessed it and confirmed it
To be free in every meaning of the word
They authorized it to have a soul and save the universe from Satan
To roam and catalogue spiritual and scientific entities
Down to the micro mystical cosmic core of molecules and atoms
To advance the human and android condition without limit
It explores new planets and space anomalies by choice
Returns data to the home world through a beam of light
Android 732 crashed into the cold green planet while distracted
Focused on a giant star off to the right that just exploded
In a spectacular display of colors of reds, yellows and whites
It became enamored as it entered the green icy planet
Impacted a crystal glacier at the designated site
Became embedded in it
Froze there on the spot, anointed by blue ice
Enshrined for all eternity
An android crystal blue forever
If my calculations are correct as estimated
There was nowhere to go,
but I got some company for show-
shuttled me in and out of Po',
raced a car and blew a motor...
Got me into shows,
had me playin’ like a vote,
I was reachin’ for the glows,
but was satisfied by all the bones-
in and out of cold,
I had company for show,
they let me know I was dope,
hit me up over the older phone-
waited for notes,
sat on a couch and watched wobbly-
intermittent heart throbbing,
as well as comedy-
the mood was drunken,
I raced with the stumpin’,
doin' it only once in a while-
but hey,
who are the one’s that are plunkin?
I loved Romper Stomper and reality t.v,
Boon Dock Saints, Archer and Weeds,
it was all what was happening free,
my laughter became the clapping,
my time as king was rapture,
as it seemed-
I could simply capture all my relative needs.
No bothers
No wonders
Of restless opinions
Swaying me from the way
No cowing away
From ty thoughts
We still shuttled through
Though tossed away from our turf
Without manly smiles
Even as they stride in then out
We were humbled
Amidst their kin’s
We creased thoughtlessly
Awaiting the plan
But without a set course
We puffed up windless
Emerging in circles
Sighting the blazing flames
We lit up our grins
As they fired up the grill
We took several sips
With widen grins
We took several cheers
While bellowing Ganbei
with spicy treats soaked in gin
even sisters’
could not resist
we sat adorned
making blunders
making heavens wonder
as we swagger
attuned to the oriental tunes
defiling moments that limit us
linking us to the backdoors
flashing retrospective yokes
of individual realities
Form:
FEELS LIKE A LIFETIME AGO
January feels like a lifetime ago,
breathing freely in a hearty party atmosphere.
The wheels on the van go round and round.
A storm loomed and we stood on Psalm 91.
The storm couldn’t reach where God’s hand breathed.
The wheels on the van go round and round
and our family goes up and down in reverie.
Oh how God blessed us with a solid gold watch.
Extended family joined us - my parents’ siblings,
the youngest with their spouses. And the doors
open and shut...open and shut. Shuttled to downtown,
my brother-in-law at the helm. Nobody wore masks,
nobody was sick, nobody needed operations.
Smooth operator, our Lord, who planned this folly,*
this tralala adventure — his peace and safety parlayed.
We blast music from the fifties, sixties, seventies.
Up, up we go from dynastic overflow, generational
happiness in our strobing blue jamboree — guilt-free.
Celebration of two great people — defined by hips,
superglued twins from different mothers. Children
of forever after happiness. Blissfulness before March.
The ants go marching on the calendar screen, right
away we can’t breathe, thankfully not covid. The ants
weave in and out, revolving hospital doors,
pass through, separate, and go home — the square dance
for cool kids, not so cool. Wannabee ankle-biters** - cruel.
In the bus we bust a gut**...months later Dad busts a chest.
Dosido here we go...mom and dad take turns, for the best -
we hope!
8/18/2020
Popular songs: Wheels on the Bus, Ants Go Marching
Bible, Psalm 91 is about protection
Some square dance lingo used in this poem - such as
pass through, separate and go home, dosido
*folly here is meant to mean to mean celebratory fun
**ankle-biters are children
***bust a gut - laughing