Long Skids Poems
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My love, Josefin Slab
My first thought the time I wake up
My inspiration in moments I create art
My joy when we chat and laugh together
My strength when I'm on job
The last person I contact before my sleep
The only girl in my mind
The beautiful creature I found
With your sweetest voice and charming smile
With your amazing chatting emoji and laughs
And that walking-dancing baby emoticon
With your crazy mind I love
One with wonderful picture posing
With your brilliant yogurt skin color
With your perfect dressing fashion
With your fantastic ideas and advice on me
From your inner attracting power
A person I can submit my soul to
A person I commit to end in love with
I'm too favored to meet and know you
It isn't enough saying I'm crazy about you
You made me love
You're my weakness.
You make mincemeat of attention on calling my name
It's splendidly something we're grabbing ourselves at
My sleight of hand is premiered by your discernment
But understate yourself in giving someone a drubbing
And provide no rooms for amendments on your skids
Which depreciate the possessions in your proficiency
To affect wiping the floor with joyous love of ours
Really that it needs our synergistic ink to put on paper
I wish to destruct that part of you, likewise you'd
Unto me to paint the tints, shades and tones of loveliness
To sketch the signs of courage and put tolerance details
Keeping warm hues and cold saturations on our tongues
Kindly I request to open your mind and meet with mine
That we can share such fruitiness as matching goals
Safely and sufficient enough getting to our destined cliff
Though you impairs the ontology behind, I quite wonder!
I'm no more down at heel as you slowly met
And no longer experience little love laughs
Which solemnly stole my entire belief on
To smell the sense of dirt on our papers
By free graphite shine no other can see
In that a wild manner stirring sincerity up
My keen to rub the dots of one another
An eraser whose outcome is dusty
The pixels I granted to suit the resolution
The saturation of my tolerance being warm
With all recipes from your soul make up
Frozen springs partly exploiting our intent
A little I'd hatch is a one you crossed
A garment you wore set your eyes into no blink
That my feet found no sand to stand on
But only sweet regrets and sad charms to fall in.
"BLACK CAT"
SILENCE
prowls on soft paws
with sharp claws
Cutting up the
Middle Road
Dark shadow moves
SILIENCE
In absentia
Empty Absynthe
Puncture wounds
Cold wind blows
Over tracks
Skids softly
like warm
gants de Suède
on
Poets’ Row
Rat goes
Rat goes
Red scream
scarlet ribbons
LIFE
flows
Le Mort
blushes colour
a trite persuade
different streets
different gutters
Torn canvas sheets
contained between
prison bar margins
Drafts on the floor
crumpled
Blue fountain
Heart bursting
Love and Hate
Grows
Save Our Souls
Save Our Souls
Sins
Sisters of Mercy
and
Salvation Army Sargents'
Tambourines
Communion
Nibs lying next to
Garbage Bin
Finally Ash Felt
Rain on her
Bitumen face
Black Minx
Fur Pelt
Unfurls lazy stretch
Glass eyed
Minx
Back Alley Dreaming
Bad Luck
Bad Luck
Rolling loaded dice
blood boiling steaming
Brush strokes
Like glyph a glitch
Like glyph a glitch
Familiar mirror
Walks through Witch
Yesterday
Screams
Like glyph a glitch
Repeat curse
Repeat curse
Black Cat purring
Never lose
Hold tight
Pearls in Purse
7 Devils Dreaming
Sleepwalking
Graffiti Warning
Black Cat
Witch
Glebe
Last Stop Station
Rehearse a
Hearse
LIFE
Glyph a glitch
Reverse
(Lovejoy-Burton/May 2018)
1. Hanged Man
https://www.biddytarot.com/tarot-card-meanings/major-arcana/hanged-man/
2. Death
https://www.biddytarot.com/tarot-card-meanings/major-arcana/death/
3. Temperence
https://www.biddytarot.com/tarot-card-meanings/major-arcana/temperance/
4a. Glyph
noun
a pictograph or hieroglyph.
a sculptured figure or relief carving.
Architecture. an ornamental channel or groove
4b. Glyph
https://www.thoughtco.com/what-is-a-glyph-2086584
5. "Black Cat"/Ladytron (Translation)
http://songmeanings.com/songs/view/3530822107858716200/
6. Silience
http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/49792543182/silience
7. Seven Devils
- Is a Solitaire card game.
- Seven Deadly Sins
- The Seven Devils of Mary Magdeline
- Florence and the Machine, Seven Devils
8. La Morte, Le Mort, La Mort
Le mort = dead man = un mort, a dead man
La morte (with the e on the end) = dead woman, une morte = a dead woman
La mort (no 'e' on the end) - death; as in the concept of death
Loverboy staring out the window, the stars gleaming so prettily
The meadow's bathing in silver light of the moon; it is such a perfect night
Loverboy sighs at the darkness, candlelight dimming as the wind blows
The night of love is here with me. I have found the one to call my own.
Dear dear what is your wish, I shall give you the moon or the stars or the sun
I have known you since before I knew, that such a feeling can fill my heart
Loverboy looks at the sky he clasps his hands and bows his head
The night of desire is here with me, I shall ask her to be my love
Sweet sweet boy runs through the tallest grass, past the willow where he fell in love
Loverboy jumps over the little brook, where he met his friend and now his passion
Past the pine forest, loverboy flies, by the trees his love adores
Into the village, he skids and trips into others with their halfs under the skies of love.
Loverboy soars above the sky, conjuring a future where she becomes his, and he becomes hers
He dares not think of negative thoughts, deluded and delirious he imagines and dreams
Sweet boy turns a corner and two, colliding and pushing through the others who make him hope
One more corner, one more turn soon he'll be in his lover's arms
At the corner of his eye he sees a beaut, robes and ribbons fluttering softly in the wind
No doubt in his mind as fresh vanilla hits his nose, that his sweetheart is out in the night of love
But as the loverboy is about to run to her, he sees a man's hand entwined with hers
The way she looks at him and he looks at her, is the embodiment of the night of love
The loverboy stares- his love in love with another man
Slowly he turns his head to face away, he cannot bear the pain
He bows his head, dares not to look at the sky that gave him hope and filled his heart.
Through the village, past the pine forest,over the brook, past the willow he fell in love, he swims through the grassy field back to the window
Loverboy looks at the sky one more time, the brilliant stars look hazy and unrefined
One drop, two drops the tears well in his eyes, wets his cheeks and pools under his chin
Was I too late in making my feelings known? To whom shall I give the stars and moon?
Sweet boy closes his window unable to look, at the night of love and of desire
I know that I’m not perfect, just go and ask me wife.
At times she’s kind of said - I’m the bane of her life,
but on her better days she wouldn’t trade me for a thing,
and sometimes she has even thanked me for the ring.
Sometimes I overlook a mite and pile clothes on the floor;
leave a beer can in the lounge room or forget to shut a draw.
The toilet seat might be left up; grease in the bathroom sink,
and of course I cop a barrage - “Don’t you ever bloody think!”
I put up a slight defence I s’pose to save me on the skids,
I reminded her I’m not as bad as either of our kids,
but remarks like that cause suffering; the vote goes three to one,
so I had to do some crawling for the damage that I done.
The crawling that I had to do is behind their Mother’s back,
but once again a big mistake saw her leading an attack.
In a request for gaining brownie points I should have chose a cat,
but the kids insist they wanted me - to buy them a pet rat.
We snuck this rat into the shed and they both named it Brad,
but our female ‘Sergeant Major’ went completely bloody mad.
She really stuck the boots in; especially into me …
making promise of a firing squad if neglect soon came to be.
But both the kids then promised to satisfy their Mother’s rage,
that Brad will be looked after; well fed in the cleanest cage.
They pampered Brad for two months - treated like a king,
then the novelty wore off - Mum was doing everything.
So at the dinner table Mum declared she’d had enough.
Maintaining to our children that it has got too tough.
He’s too much work for one and because that one is me,
he’s going to have to leave and the kids did half agree.
Then Mother added furthermore, “I’m sick of his daily mess,
and right now I note he’s eating, and drinking to excess.”
Me eldest boy then quietly spoke, by adding “Mum you’re right,
if he didn’t eat and drink so much, he could stay is that right?”
Mum responded firmly, “Correct, he could stay for evermore,
if he had used better manners and cleaned his mess off the floor,
now go to the shed and grab the cage, and in the car put Brad …”
“Brad!” Me youngest ‘fella’ bawled - “We thought you said Dad.”
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Born on this rock with a diaper and mittens,
hard to the touch but so soft in its feel
Crawling along like a dragon with kittens,
purring out fire, if that could be real
Laid in the sun under cloud cover sharing,
offering thoughts in a dark shade of gray
Promising rain, during drought, oh so daring,
maybe at night but not during the day
Boy, how I laugh when the feathers are flying,
birds in the trees with a song out of tune
I shouldn't talk as I know they are trying,
lyrics of April when really, it's June
Quite the young dudes, hear the juke box, its blasting,
Bowie and Hoople and all of them guys
Burgers and milkshakes, the day everlasting,
teenage delinquents, come on, pass the fries
Racing our cars next to girls even faster,
after the prom there are beers, we can drink
Maybe some gin, if the taste we can master,
let's have a kiss, tell me, what do you think
Walked down the aisle, said I do, made a baby,
started a job, in a manager role
Asked for a raise, heard the boss offer, maybe,
can't make ends meet, it's beyond my control
Buying a house with a fence and a garden,
dinner at five and a two-car garage
Late with the bills, begging off for a pardon,
getting ahead, no, that's just a mirage
Elderly comes with a cane or a walker,
wrinkles amass where my skin was once smooth
Age lurks around like a lost, homeless stalker,
always, it seems. its got something to prove
Bent over, tired and cranky, just yelling,
"Get off the lawn!" oh, I hate those damn kids
They look so young, now the tear drops are swelling,
missing those days, now I've fallen the skids
Confined to bed, an old invalid writing,
pushing a pen with his last ounce of fear
"Here lies a man who is constantly fighting,
barely can talk and now hardly can hear"
That's when I see it, the medicine table,
next to the pills sits a leather-bound book
Reaching and stretching, I hope I am able,
nearing the end, I must give it a look
Then I recall, as I flip through the pages
line after line, seems like some kind of curse
Life always comes in a few different stages,
starts with a title and ends with a verse
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I been havin' a real bad day.
Nothin's gone right and my skies are grey.
I usually am quite chipper and kind.
Not a more generous soul will you find.
But today if it could it just happened to me.
I want to just quit, run off and just flee.
Car's in the garage, it'll cost a ton,
To find out what's wrong, that mechanic's a bum.
The T.V. is broke and the stove's on the fritz,
Can't wait to see what that cost's to fix.
I'm behind on my bills, my account's in the hole,
I'm out of a job and my wallet got stole.
I went to the bank for a loan, buy some time,
And the Bible says Job had a lot on his mind.
No dice at the bank and my car's now in hock,
Without any money guess I'll just have to walk.
I yelled at the dog, shoved the cat, kicked the kids,
It seems that it all has just hit the skids.
I can't buy a thing, pay a bill, go to market,
It's hard when the devil puts holes in your pocket,
To look up and smile and give praise in all things,
To trust Him and love Him and lift voice and sing.
I feel so ashamed for the things that I've done.
I thought I was strong but I just came undone,
When things all started to slide down hill,
The examples I gave didn't quite fit the bill;
So I'm asking the Lord to forgive, see me through it,
Cause it ain't my fault, the devil made me do it.
Judy Ball
About This Poem:
So often we find that when things get tough it's easier to give advice than it is to take it.
It's much harder to experience hard times than it is to watch someone else go through it.
So we tend to judge those who are going through it if they don't quite measure up, even if we have made the same mistakes ourselves. We say:|Oh well that was a long time ago and I'm different now and I've been forgiven for that.|
But not if you condemn others for the same thing.
The Bible clearly states that we will be judged the same way we judge others and by our own measure it will be measured to us. Remember:
There but for the Grace of God -- go I.
On the outer Paroo where most septics are few
And the outhouse has still pride of place;
Poor old Toby McPhee worked a small property
With his son and his darling wife Grace.
When the milking was due and the harvesting too,
His son Fred seemed to just disappear.
Though they looked everywhere this bewildered old pair
Found no trace of their poor little dear.
I've the paddock to plough and I need the boy now
As the horses are harnessed and ready.
Then he saw the smoke rise and to Toby's surprise;
'Twas the outhouse that hid his young Freddy.
"So the silly young bloke seems to fancy a smoke.
Well I've just the right cure then for him."
As he led the horse team Toby's eyes gave a gleam
And the lazy lad’s future looked dim.
He then hooked the team to the log skids on the loo,
While the slack was worked out of the chain.
With the reins in his hand he then gave the command
And both horses then took up the strain.
Poor young Fred he was perched on the seat when it lurched,
Though soon ended up down on the floor.
With Fred's pants 'round his knees Toby heard his wild pleas,
But he goaded his horses some more.
The lad's *** hit the pan and a fire soon began
With the paper and sawdust alight.
Then the skids hit a hollow and what was to follow
Was one hell of a horrible sight. That pan flew in the air and though Fred crouched in
prayer
All the angels they must have been out.
For the team in a trot had sent airborne the lot
And the contents were scattered about.
Toby's lungs out of air he then reined in the pair
And the curing had come to a close.
Fred emerged from the door looking terribly sore,
While the pong was quite strong on the nose.
When there's work now to do on the outer Paroo
Our young Fred McPhee's work is hectic.
For he saves all his dough, but it's not for smokes though,
As their place is now going septic.
. Expire the Eye Walker
Creeping amongst the lash of nights eye = 9
He ignores around it, making dry = 9
Pulling the lids back with both fists = 8
As he skids across our eyes mist = 8
He causes bursts of replay = 7
Credible to some, at day = 7
Yet fixated are we = 6
On the sand we can’t see = 6
Annoying to some = 5
We’ll pick till it comes = 5
Love at a glance = 4
Sandman’s romance = 4
Most review = 3
His walk through = 3
To find = 2
He’s blind = 2
Grain =1
Brained =1
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This is a “Mock Bowler” poem
Each
stanza reduces
syllable count beginning
with nine and ending with one
The form “Mock Bowler”, created
by Sandra Hudson, resembles the
pins at the end of a bowling lane
Each two-line stanza has the
same syllable count and
stanzas must rhyme
last words
Form:
Giggled with glee running down a cobblestone street,
full of youths joy and always upbeat,
there was football in the park with all the neighborhood kids,
and daredevil bike jumps and attempting long skids.
Asking parents for our friends to come out and play,
or knocking on doors and running away,
and we would kick tin cans all around our homes,
innocent childish pleasures and prepubescent hormones.
I remember mothers pushing prams and wailing babies,
and saw girls in the park making chains of daisies,
I heard the screeching of brakes and slamming doors,
and being bored on Sunday's during summer downpours.
Our clothes were hand me downs or from the local flea market,
we were lower working class bereft of savoir faire and etiquette,
moths would always be fluttering around a dim streetlight,
and mums and dads would tell scary stories on Halloween night.
Any old wood would make castles, tree forts and bonfires,
and in the local woods, we searched for lions and tigers,
on hot summer days we pop the bubbles on road tarmac,
if we were cheeky to the wrinkly old folk, they would say I'll tell your mum to give you a whack.
Mum would keep us from school if we were a little sick,
and granpa would play his old time jazz music,
we loved to stick our tongue out when it began to rain,
and finding a long stick was used as a walking cane.
We always ran home from school for our tea and watch the telly,
on Sundays we had roast beef and custard and jelly,
we laughed out loud at our favorite cartoons,
and we looked forward to birthday parties and popping balloons.
We screamed in the park on the roundabouts and swings,
and ran down hills pretending to be a fighter plane, using our arms as wings,
if we got a kiss from a girl, it made us feel heroic and special,
especially if they were pretty and a face full of freckles.
Diluted Recall. 28/03/2018
Turning Fifty is a milestone to most,
Bringing a reflective mood to mind.
To memories of good times we raise a toast,
Though my recall I am struggling to find.
I’d love to say I can’t remember cause I’m old,
Yet Im stronger and fitter than my teenage son.
I’m look younger than I am, or so I’m told,
So I put it down to having way too much fun.
My Teenage years were fantastic, I think.
Im sure I must have had a blast.
Weekends were filled with parties and drink,
The working week was slow never fast.
Then came my Twenties with more of the same,
By now I had graduated, not in a good way.
I moved from drink to drugs and played their game,
With no thought of consequence or a price I might pay.
Thirty came quickly as did my wife and kids,
So out went the drugs with a promise of sobriety.
With the best of intentions my life was on the skids,
I tried I failed, I lied I failed, I wasn’t cut out for piety.
Miserable, sober, and now Forty and divorced,
I tried to reflect on where it all went wrong.
Take a look at myself in the mirror, I was forced,
What I saw was ugly and hurt but I knew I was strong.
Now Fifty is here and I must say that I’m happy,
I changed what I saw in that mirror a decade ago.
There’s things I can’t change, like not changing a nappy,
So I work on what I can do, it’s the best way I know.
The first half of my life should have been memorable,
Ive had successes and a life littered by failure.
Yes some of my actions bordered on deplorable,
Ive forgiven myself for being human as I mature.
Maybe it’s best I have a tarnished memory,
For I’m not sure I would like what I remember.
Thoughts of the past are fleeting and temporary,
I look forward to not back and I won’t be a pretender.