Long Sidewalk Poems
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Golly , I was just thirteen and coming back from school.
In winter, in Chicago, to not walk fast on ice, was
near a golden rule!
The wind was howling like a hungry wolf on the roam.
There inside, I saw my dog, asleep on warm alpace
blanket, indoors at home.
The sidewalk surfaces, all covered with sheets of ice.
Carefully, most carefully, my steps on the driveway,
were light and silent as mice.
Suddenly, I saw no house, just the sky staring at me.
Quite honestly, I could not breathe,feeling attacked
from behind by a giant Sequoia tree.
I gathered up my school belongings, crawling up the
driveway with a cut on my knee.
Never so happy was I to be indoors, welcomed by my dog,
worry in his, eyes could I see.
12/21/2021
With a piece of sidewalk chalk,
We’d set the game in motion;
For summer in the city
Gave us neither pool nor ocean.
We’d draw the board so carefully,
One number in each box;
And for our markers, we would search
For little twigs or rocks.
The rules were very simple
And were followed to a T:
Your marker had to land right in box 1 –
That part was key.
And then you had to hop around
From boxes 2 through 8.
If both feet landed in a box,
You really sealed your fate.
For doing so, or stepping on a line,
As we would learn,
Would cause your pals to let you know
That you just lost your turn.
The second toss required
That your marker hit box 2.
Of course, if it touched any line,
That simply wouldn’t do.
But if your toss was clean, you then
Hopped right up to the end,
Until, with hops and tosses
You’d defeated every friend.
Amazing just to think of how
We kept ourselves amused
With sticks and rocks and sidewalk chalk
On urban avenues.
I am not a mason though I might as well be
The walls I build are strong and secure
Behind them I live my life safe from my fears
I never tattered until I met you, then the wall seemed weaker
Like a snail coming out of its shell I tried to breathe
The air seems different now, it seems full of life
My walls kept me from breathing that life
Desperately trying to grow, like a weed through sidewalk cracks searching to feel
My heart beats for the very first time
When your near, I try to close the gap between us
Shy, like child, I hide in myself
I don't want to be this way, help me, stay with me....
Afraid to touch, afraid to feel, my heart bleeds
In the darkness there is a light that wishes to shine, to grow brighter
It wants to grow into something beautiful, but my heart is locked from years of scorn
The key is there for you, just grab it and it shall turn
I'm so scared for the lock to open, but if you turn the key I shall not run
A light begins to shimmer in my solitude, skies of bright blue in its rays
Never let the clouds obscure this feeling, a feeling I never felt before you.......
In front of a building, which takes up a block,
Was a garden with bushes that bloomed
And lovingly tended, with rope-like supports,
By a resident, so I assumed.
The colorful blossoms, appearing in spring,
Perked me up as I walked by each day
And I’m sure in the neighborhood, others who passed
Saw those flowers and felt the same way.
Then one morning some barriers blocked off the street
With a sign claiming, “Sidewalk repair”
And the following day I was saddened to see
That the garden was no longer there.
In its stead was a non-descript sidewalk, fresh paved,
So the building looked plain and forlorn,
One more casualty seen in the city today,
One more absence that I get to mourn.
(Shuffling with Shel)
Ode to Shel Silverstein
The master taps across the stage
Wiggling rhymes upon his page
Tapping, leaping, letting go
Silly poems that steal the show.
Heel, shuffle,
Heel, step
Like A Runny Babbit
Falling up
Flap, heel, turn
A Light is in the Attic.
Spying, listening to his moves
Tapping out his beat
The rhymes that skip across my ears
Are silly, yet so sweet.
Dig, brush
Flap, heel
Rhyming rapt release
Shuffle, heel
Dig, toe, hop
Never a Missing Piece
Learning all the tap dance steps
Shuffle, ball change, hop.
Typing, tapping, out the words
Into my own laptop.
Jump, click
Maxie Ford
A Giraffe and a Half
Stomp, scuff
Hop, riff heel
Always gets a laugh.
The master danced before us
His steps a melody
that shared those silly skillful sounds
just like the Giving Tree.
One day I hope to dance with words
And share with all my friends
These special sublime tap dance steps
To Where The Sidewalk Ends.
Jan. 30, 2017
I was sitting on the steps
;Taking s break from cutting the grass;
I spied a bird in flight, he dove down in front of me;
He landed began walking, walking on the grass heading toward the tree,;
All this right in front of me!
He was singing, chirping;
He was speaking, talking;
He was bobbing his head up and down;
While eating the bugs off the ground;
And I thought to myself I said;
Lord are there birds in heaven!
And if there are what do you need them for!
Lord are there birds up in heaven;
Robins, sparrows, crows;
Many, many other kinds of birds that of which I didn't know;
I was walking down the sidewalk in the park
It was a late spring evening just before dark
I saw an oriole in the trees
Seems like he was calling me
He began walking, walking on the grass heading toward the tree
He was singing, chirping!
He was speaking, talking;
He was bobbing his head up and down
Eating the bugs off of the ground
Oh! Peteinon , Peteinon
Oh, Orneon, Orneon Orneon, oph Peteion, Orneon
And I thought to myself, I said
Lord are there birds up in heaven
And if there are what do you need them for
Lord are there birds up in heaven
Robins, sparrows and crows
Many, many more do many others that of which I don' t know
Are there birds in heaven
June 3 2012
A man walks down the sidewalk through the mist,
And his dark silhouette is soon erased.
As he continues to travel with haste,
He recalls a pair of lips he had kissed.
A woman takes a bracelet off her wrist,
And in a jewelry box it's then encased.
She remembers a man she had embraced,
And fights against an urge she can't resist.
They realize they must be together,
Yet the dark distance between them conceals
Their image from each other in the night.
After a sudden change in the weather,
The midnight haze subsides and now reveals
Two lovers in the glow of a porch light.
© 2019
sweet old lady with the oxygen tank
telling me stories with morals that i would never even think to think of
i keep her company at times when the pain of her regrets become too much
i keep her from relapsing on the addictive drug of herself
i do not dwell on her self damage
rather, i focus more on what she wants to do next
right now she wants to take a short walk down the sidewalk and back
together, we wave at everybody and make their day in some way
we then walk back home where you collapse on the sofa and eventually fall asleep
however this time you did not wake up
your stories will now become legends in every part of heaven
i will live my life by the sweet inspiration of you forever
you were like a blossoming flower inspiring me to bloom and grow
when god called you Home, it did not give me a blow
instead it gave me Hope for one day your memory will be on a mighty pedestal
sweet old lady with the oxygen tank
i breathe life for the long overdue preservation of you
NOCTURNES BY MIDNIGHT
AND for every memory whose hands have touched
my hungry lonely moments; I am always here,
between laughter and weeping; singing and
shouting. Just today (which I realize is
everyday in eternity) I walked across a crack
that contained my soul; the sidewalk made of
gold. And while I write feeble words to express
emotions that are unobtainable the other more
whole piece of my heart is sleeping in a distant
land; a place where upon the grace of God
laid a golden egg that born my true peace and
happiness. Her love constructed my world
before she was born and before I knew her
human name. The indescribable has a song
and colors and feelings; the light between
swaying branches of a tree; the smell of a
new word; the touch of tender sight and
undying kisses from a breeze from nature.
Knows.
And we are the children yet to be born.
And some who are grown but dead children.
The unknown.
:: 09-13-2017 ::
Major distraction powerful confusion
innovative woven tapestry
vivid words non-spoken sensual
conveying sense of disorientation
discomforted spiritual turmoil
imaginary imagination being lost and disconnected
from myself in retrospect
my amnesia has no recollection
there's no consciousness denial I have a headache my brains on fire my stomach aches my soul is on fire my thoughts are scattered I'm lost in my own forest if not for my light of clarity at not memory like drops of rain fall to the ground splashes forming a puddle a stream trickling down the sidewalk off the curb to the sewer drain I remain tangent lost and disconnected for my own memories and identity fire fire so I ache with intensity of the emotional physical pain fragmented and disjoint nature thoughts and emotions forgotten and forgiven struggling to find my foot amidst the steps of my inner turmoil