Long Skied Poems
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Seven second serendipitous develop
Macro piano keys maestro, Lord
Ceiling laden with citrus psychedelic
Unsatiated homosapiens flawed
Ghost film fire eye-socket negatives
Kaleidoscope rolls in their skulls
Soiree opaque pink sequin sedatives
Scintillate wicked sinful impulse
Protein hungry industry herds herbivores
Apex predator caves to serpent
Coveted control position consumes pure
Curious article of cruel torment
Sacred score smudged in blood punishes
Hell or Heaven editors insidious
Emit charcoal chuckles, lit match judges
Bicker Bible's pixels ambiguous
Dusk draws hills, halcyon skied silhouette
God made man strive in shadow
Modified paradise prints timely pirouette
Gluttony grabs hanging mangos
22nd February
Sold Fables
For your Himalayan Singing Bowl retreat stood neat.
For you gifted five eager souls, sheer enjoyable flight -
For your expense paid treat gave me first time visit,
And I, on friendly shores of my mother's birth, rejoiced.
Our aircraft desked in red, yellow, blue, and white,
The Island of Jamaica showered us with welcome signs.
Thank you!
St Ann's Bay of our stay showed prancing peacocks.
Qui gong on sculped lawn by the pool at dawn,
We stood adorned in soft white.
Such picturesque view of water, sky, and trees,
We savored graciously served meals.
Our Masseuse' full body massage floated me on a cloud,
Soon we enjoyed harmony of individual bowls -
You, "Mama T" patiently led us in symphony.
In stillness, we perked with treat of your lead bowl.
Thank you!
Bob Marley's mausoleum up at "9 Miles",
His humble childhood abode,
Ocho Rios, Dunns' River Falls,
Small colorful fishes swarming as we swam,
We basked in shade of tropic trees,
And we jet skied with warm breeze.
Such expense paid retreat remains neater than neat.
Thank you!
Returning to my quiet studio on Manhattan West,
I often envision the artist residing in you -
Such smooth share of therapeutic moments as gift,
Who would resist?
Bless you!
*
The day, now clearer-skied and cloudy strips cruise
in shades of deep dark sapphire and Aegean blues
with sweeter shades of cerulean azure oceanic hues;
stretching out in yawns across the western horizon
as if riding on the surf rise of Poseidon;
while in the east, straight up past high noon widening
it comes -
the rising, glowing creamy coconut balled sun
brilliant blinding white ivory yellowed burning rays run,
cooled in the breeze yet hot on the skin and face
but here, in the garden place
beneath the shaded nurtured paths
where the maple, sycamore, and oaks holdfast
beneath them, the shadows are cast;
the leftover morning imagery begins to spill,
in scented lilacs, honeysuckle and magnolia fills,
soon with perfect time and match
birdsong rings from nested eggs that hatch
life grateful that winter chill has passed;
as spring returns smolder and burns
with every flowing ghost of shadows in their turns,
they dance, they hide, they glide,
life flows in the shadows run.
The Colours of Happy
I am the painter of happy
Traveling along life's dark streets
listening for the beat
Feeling hidden colors with my feet
I see the beauty
beyond the dark
I'm floating within this concrete park
leaving my mark
Playing tag with a can of paint
My art is vibrant
I won't settle for faint
What you see as ugly
it truly aint
I'm not afraid of dingy places
I let colours flow outside the lines
My choices are different kinds
Injecting a symphony between life's spaces
Color removing tear drop traces
Grey shades this paint erases
I see possibilities in others faces
Finger painting
or with a brush
I make the concrete blush
Beauty awakened with my touch
I love the power of yellow
If you are down
or feeling mellow
I just might be the right kinda fellow
My flavors are sweet like jello
Within these hands
I wield a rainbow
My tools, stardust and ultra glow
From my bowl
I pour happy on your soul
Until your own light begins to show
Watch me move quick
when others are slow
Wrapping amazing
with a platinum bow
Let me paint you
a different kinda blue
bright skied Technicolor
the perfect one for you
A bubblegum happy kinda chew
Grab life and dance
do what you want to do
Choices many
don't settle for so few
I can paint you
A penny for your thoughts
help you realize just what you've got
Be the dreamer
it will help a lot
Choose exciting
a life that's red hot
Forget Generic
there is more to be got
Let others choose boring
what I offer
can't be store bought
I'll hand you a brush
we can cover more ground
flower squirting
big footed clowns
Spreading happy around
that joyful sound
Multi colored
me and you
Unconventional freedom bound
our happy can astound!
What was lost
its been refound
Time to open these eyes
happy colors surround
You too can see
just have to look around!
Form:
In Winter snow I fell and broke my nose
Skied down a mountain trail and hit a tree
Comatose holidays: this really blows!
I'll hibernate until I have to pee
Snow melted. Flowers bloomed. Robins sang
I missed all of Spring while lying in bed
My mind trapped in a world of ying and yang
Feeling like a mummy, gauze 'round my head
I slept through one season. It's time to wake
Summer is a great time to have some fun
I'd been dreaming of skiing on the lake,
where I won't crash into trees on my run
Near Summer's end I was up for leisure
'Til I saw the medical bills Seizure!
August 3, 2017
A Funny Sonnet How Your Winter Turned Into Summer
Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brenda Chiri
I’ve watched him whither. He came to me a decade ago, stooped in pain. The fine-boned features of his face and the clarity of his Irish skin still holding on to a genetic predisposition to beauty. He was a small man, but in height only, the oceans filled his heart. For a decade, I held him upright. With the help of God, his shoulders, upon which Atlas stood, released their burden, pulled back from their curl about his core. Touch was a healing balm from the helter-skelter of his life. As my fingertips and palms, the heel of my hand explored his dis-ease; he thawed, not like a snowflake but a glacier. Decades of stuffed down regret, and remorse cajoled to release with no expected outcome but rest.
the clutter
of his life surrounds –
snow falls
Parts once strong: pride that flew, legs that skied, eyes that could take the measure of a man; now, rest every afternoon. There is no need now to mark the time. Still, he wears a watch, a Christmas gift from his love. The office lays footsteps from his backdoor. He feels they still need him.
his sailboat
sits wrapped in canvass –
winter wind’s blow
Liquid Imagination August 2014
My life changed forever after Xavier told me the following news
He told me he wanted to join me in the Australasian Antarctic Expedition
He was highly recommended- his offer, I just couldn't refuse
To make this journey one must be in top physical condition
Xavier, myself... and Belgrave (Cherub) Ninnis a Greenland Husky dog trainer set sail
Aboard the Sy Aurora with forty-eight dogs we sailed to Hobart
Every piece of equipment, clothing and necessity had to be top-notch and full-scale
Drinking alcohol and smoking were a no-no... off chart
On November 10th, we skied to the first site- Aladdin's Cave
Whilst on the trail, blizzard conditions separated Ninnis from me and Xavier
Forty-two of the huskies we're killed by avalanche, only six could we save
And little did we know that Ninnis would be gone; forever
Xavier and I and the six remaining huskies went through our food supply very fast
Until we had no choice, so, one-by-one... we ate the dogs
I ask myself- "Am I the blame of what happened in the past?
Or- was it all of our fault for not checking our travelogues
I am Douglas Mawson, and I am the only survivor of the three
Yes, my life had changed when I lost my friends forever
Remember them as you read through my autobiography
And rest assure, I will not forget my days with them- never
Let’s go skiing ! Said my wife
It gives you such a thrill
So off we flew to Canada
To face the bitter chill
We took a bus from Calgary
To Banff’s National park
Found our hotel, went to bed
To get up with the lark
I brought a bright red jacket
My mate Stuart let me borrow
I thought at least I’ll look the part
When I hit the slopes tomorrow….
In the bright blue morning
I went to hire some skis
And boots that felt like concrete
I could hardly bend my knees
The minibus dropped us off
By a mud stained snowy drift
My wife said “ I’ll get the passes”
Just go meet me by the lift “
A group of red faced skiers
Were gathering in a throng
To sit on a revolving seat
That didn’t stop to let you on.
“I cannot get on that” I said
As I stared in disbelief
With slats of wood upon my feet
I knew I’d come to grief
“Come on Mike” my dear wife said,
You’ll be fine once you get on
So I stood as was directed
Then “whoosh” and I was gone
Hands gripped round the safety bar
As we rocked on metal ropes
Thinking “how will I get off this thing
When we reach the nursery slopes ? “
The chair in front began to slow
I heard their bar go “clunk”
They deftly skied away with ease
While I prepared to flunk
I ejected from my seat
To a ramp of icy snow
I soon was sliding on my back
With both legs akimbo.
Sailing down the green runs
My instructor in a strop
Kept telling me to slow down
But I didn’t know how to stop
I saw some awesome sights
I learnt the “pizza” wedge
I heard a muffled scream
When a friend slid of the edge
I lasted just three days
Till we skied toward lake Louise
I handed in my ski poles
When I couldn’t feel my knees
Time to sample “Apres Ski”
In my warm, hotel retreat
Dipping bread in fondue
Was much more up my street
While My wife “carved the powder”
Meandering with such skill,
I rubbed ointment on my kneecaps
And took a pain reducing pill.
I would not trade these memories
I will treasure them for life
I am not built to be a skier
But thank you my dear wife !
False Warrior
Cold spear of winter’s harbinger
pierces the heart of summer
leaving her wounded beauty
bleeding out upon the landscape.
Autumn – cruel mercenary force
despoiling the scent of bounty
laying rot the un-ripened hope
denuding the cloaked forest,
Driving color from the stalks
into the shriveling roots
unable to withstand
frost’s crippling grip.
Marching under grey skied guidons
trampling the browning fields
mocking the heraldic false pride
of rainbow colored foliage.
Pawn – sacrificed by Winter’s greed
drawn into the icy depth of loss
duped by the beauty of the battle
to expire on the winds of change.
John G. Lawless
10/16/2015
A Hard Beginning
The cough continues.
My head... aches,
but there are needles in my eyes,
that will not stop poking my lids.
Everything hurts today,
that did not hurt yesterday.
Today all things that hurt
yesterday, have found new
purpose in their vendetta
against me.
It is hard to be sick,
especially when there are things to do.
I want to go and dance and play.
I want to sing, where no one can hear me,
so I can be loud and strong,
about my emotions.
That, without hurting the feelings of others,
I could belt out my favorite tune.
Yet, here I am coughing into my elbow,
wishing that my rib cage would quit,
rattling.
It is just a cold, but it has traveled badly,
down into my chest, far and deep.
I wish that I had listened,
about wearing my coat,
to the New Years Ice Skating Contest,
at the North Pole.
The place was so pretty,
and the magic all real,
that I could not face the idea,
of covering up,
instead...
I swam with the penguins,
visiting from the south.
I talked to the mammoth bear,
from Alaska, and arm wrestled for an hour.
I swam in the punch,
lifted the whole reindeer gang,
up on the end of a candy cane,
spinning in the storm,
of snowflakes...
started by the windmill,
made from holly and grape vines of candy.
I will never forget
and neither will they.
We flew two states over in a jet,
skied from Mt Hood past the fence,
where they keep the ashes.
Gray still from a long time ago.
My cough did not gain
a grip on me, until the helicopter landed.
Then it was too late,
to put on my coat,
do the right thing
and go home early.
The best New Year,
sometimes starts with a rough patch,
but the rest is all garden parties and
politics from here.
Prayers
for
your
day,
the first day,
of the new year,
the last chance to say goodbye,
and try to be okay with tomorrow.