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LEAVING BOYHOOD BEHIND
White shirt 'n' school tie to blue-collar, dress-code is changing with age
From schooldays to pay-days, from homework to hard work
School bells and game playing to work's whistle and wage earning
With new mates, dirty jokes and smoking, oh where has my boyhood gone?
Seven-thirty start time to five-thirty finish, playtime is shortening with age
From footy-boots to work-boots, from school cap to flat-cap
Five hour days and school clock to nine hour days and time-clock
With clocking on, punch cards and overtime, oh where has my boyhood gone?
Sitting with the lads and a big mug of tea, some things taste different with age
From cream soda to warm beer, from tu'penny mix to filter-tips
Learning piecework rates and new skills, paying union subs and betting slips
***-packet backs, sledge-hammers and betting, oh where has my boyhood gone?
Working with Paddy in the oven's fiery heat, this is much too hot at any age
From cold iron bar to white hot, from straight angle-bar to boiler-flange
From the furnace to the big rolls and bend it, working fast before
Lift it out, knock it flat and weld it, oh where has my boyhood gone
In the Boiler-shop to learn fabrication, things mustn't drop apart with age
From marking out to Oxy-gas cutting from riveting to electric arc welding
Not much in the way of protection with no heath 'n' safety laws here
With air-hammers, no ear-plugs or goggles, oh where has my hearing gone?
Moving big metal sheets down the plate-shop, I must be getting stronger with age
From plate stack to marking out table from load stable to not very safe
Two tons of metal on the pulley, the chain slips and it's down with a bang
Metal crashing, men jumping and cursing, oh where has my life nearly gone
Day-release Thursday at college, lessons still needed with age
From going to Derby and back again, from going by bus to car driving
The Lacarno dance-hall at lunch-time, try chatting up girls for some fun
A quick jive, some posing and a coffee, oh where has my boyhood gone
Dating girls at the week-end and hoping, urges get stronger with age
From meeting up early to dancing, from front seat to back seat for fun
Babysitting her niece on a Tuesdays this gives us some time on our own
Snogging, heavy petting and much further... boyhood gone
Form:
The Creed
A crested lark rises in to the window
In the bittersweet rendezvous of a vow,
And my fear passes,
For it is in the free fall of our landing,
its chord colliding into the road,
The sweet sovereignty of a caged bird freed.
He is bold, an arulean flame,
The black phoenix with piercing gold eyes,
As to look into the soul of Man, by the
Whisper of his name.
There is a call to port, the sound of muster.
It is not a sledge,
not a call of arms, or clash of titans,
but a brother in arms, and rather,
the confident laugh of a comrade.
He is mighty, a strengthened arm,
The flame of the Red Cross with piercing blue eyes,
As to hear into the word of Man, by the
Mention of his name.
There is gold in the sky, and at our feet.
It is a sledge,
a selection, a broken arrow,
a burned statue, a torched flag.
It is a fallen hero.
There is an ominous sound of defeat, the sound of silence,
It is a sledge,
A call to pay tribute, or to triumph as titans
A beautiful, soldier of arms fallen, and rather,
my might is strengthened.
But my boots are worn,
Of a previous bunk assignment
and its barrack mate,
And my uniform is disheveled
For they were my fathers
And his father’s father of late.
Her tongue is short,
Petty in its manner
as a a cruel schoolgirl’s is to do,
And she is the crisp April tide,
Surging forward with my frame,
In a slumber within the waves of its wake.
For, Liberty, she is resonance, the strength of my voice,
The trinity of its oath with piercing gold eyes,
As to resound the will of Man, by the
Mention of his name.
And the tyrant, like the first rogue of its origin falls,
The metal barricade falls, the rod upon its mortar,
And as the crown falls from its coronate,
The line runs along the narrow corridor of tyranny's exile,
And in all of its combustion,
The sweet sovereignty of freedom reigns of the tyrant defied
And of the uncaged psalm freed, our creed at last,
rising and falling to the air.
For, I am the unfallen, not once that which once was,
-but that which will rise to fight again
for I am the oath of triumph.
Asleep before the head hits the pillow
Head filled with vivid colors swirling, amassing, mixing outside the lines
Transgressions grow skyward like a bean stalk becoming a giant
Worries wander aimlessly like a cat in the night looking for a spoon
Hurts pound again, and again, first a drumstick then a sledge hammer
The kaleidoscope of confusion rotates ever faster, bed spins counter
Places cannot be escaped
Faces stare as if clothes have been robbed
Running, Flying, Drowning, Suffocating, Garbling Words, Can’t Breath,
Slow Motion, Falling, Insatiable Hunger, Unquenchable Thirst, Blood Stained, Shouting
Loaded Down, Frantically Searching Pockets, Hidden Underneath, Forgotten
Fear. All fears. Nothing but fear. Afraid. Regret. Worry. I didn’t. I really did!
Each day we pack our pockets. Cram our purses. Load our backpacks
Hang needless objects and things around our necks, over our shoulders, in the crux of our elbows, on our belts
Grip suitcases. Carry stuffed plastic grocery bags on each knuckle. Waddling to the side of the bed before crashing head on
Unknowingly still pinching the key between our left thumb and pointer finger
Hitting the bed with a massive crash
every part of the day strewn around the room like a devastating mid air explosion of a 747 littering debris, miles and miles of destruction, charred remnants, unidentifiable and randomly placed objects, out of place, disfigured, often never found
Before your head hits the pillow
Drop the things you picked up today
Take a load off
Free yourself of your burdens
Neatly set everything aside
On second thought, just pile it and let it lay where it falls
Drop your yoke
Sit down on the foot of the bed with God
Hand Him the things you still cling within sweating red fists
Briefly Examen your day
Fall asleep on His shoulder
He will gently lay your head on the pillow, loft your feet off the floor, and tuck you in.
Let Him carry your burdens, lighten your load, unpack, empty your pockets, wash your laundry, even sort and match the socks.
Travel to sleep lightly and peacefully dreaming of a new day
carrying nothing but what is truly needed.
Fling the doors open
And let out the stagnant air
Open the board up windows
It’s time to breath fresh air.
Sweep out the dirty corners
And prepare for a powerful rejuvenation
Gather the dust in a bundle,
Empty it in the Pacific Ocean
Then dip four times in the Atlantic Ocean.
Take a stroll along the corridors
Look your enemies in their eyes and
Greet them with a victory smile
Salute them with your mystical love
And set ablaze their self-inflected flame
There is no doubt about this
You will go down as one of the bravest
Solomon the wisest you the greatest
And victorious one
Sound it on the mountain top
Across the rippling desserts
Walk through the market places
The inner-cities, burnt out villages
Busy streets and crowded towns
Visit the little old lady in the tattered house
Located on the deserted side of town
Shower her with hopeful words
Your presence alone will embrace
And nurture her weary soul
Make your way to the orphanage,
Wounded warriors
and the struggling ones
A simple touch with your powerful hands
Will answer the prayer of the weeping ones.
Go to the schools and colleges
With words of comfort and love
Stop over places where you are not welcome
And radiate them with persuasive sentiments.
All some people need is a can of beer,
a cup of hot chocolate or good cheers .
Disperse the spirit of hope,
Perseverance and good expectation
And when night comes
Walk in the streets and sing
Sing with timbrels and cheerful songs
You are an inspirational icon for everyone.
Your rhetoric’s are strong, use it to move along.
Use what works best for you
Negotiations or forgiveness
And climb straight to the mountain top
With a hammer, a sledge or a cable car
Ropes and boots or just the magical you
Silence the poisonous networks
Give them something to talk about
Lift up your injured wings and start to sing
Join with the throng of angels in the grand jubilee
You are strong and ready to fly again.
Tarry no longer because you have won
Raise your banner
And wave it high in the sky
You have just defeated your enemies
With compelling love
And your gigantic wings.
©2013 Christine Phillips
Elusive Ephemeral Ethereal Expansive: Timelessness
Analogous to mobius strip -
measured passage of existence
only took precedence
with *****sapiens ascendent
busting forth upon
the figurative pedestal
presiding over domain,
sans Earthly covenant
a bajillion ago,
where fits and starts
pitted proto humans
at no immediate advantage,
yet merely, thru
dint of accidental
happenstance ever so
imperceptibly amassed dominion
over every other species
as became evident
throughout the vast sweep of
anthropological
evolutionary incidental
plucky perturbations, provocations,
and/or pullulations arisen by
spontaneous circumstantial grant
ting quasi consciously
coalescing into brutish
deliberated focused intent,
where forethought
coopted indiscriminate
chance facilitating kent -
manifested rubber
baby buggy bumpers
activated, aggrandized, and
allotted destiny meant
to lurch incrementally
i.e. hierarchical designation
present day primate
predecessors practiced negligible
notched nimbleness orchestrated
(equal parts gall and genetic
giftedness), whatsapp operant
adaptation toward
survival rippled quiescent
lee minutely nudging overt salient
traits ineluctably
manifesting, outflanking,
and proffering
quintessential urgent
biological scrim quietly testing,
and wrestling, whence yen
(to secure rootedness)
zeroing what didst warrant
winning formula
to adapt adroit edge
pitted by dictates of nature
grappling iron
grip, viz literal hedge
fund and kickstarting toehold
upon tenuous ledge
(oft times succumbing to danger)
falling into abyss
of anonymity pledge
jing acquired innovative tool
such as a primitive sledge
hammer instinctively
resigning animal instinct
death be not proud not
before inculcating
survivalist tactical wedge.
Winter Leaves to Birds go
enters. wither. silent.
Frosty. Cold chilled Some birds
Misty. weather. migrate.
Horizon Bare Birch. Restless
Hazy. White bark. Egrets.
Fading Abloom. Birds fluff
Rainbow. snowdrops. feathers,
Plants stop Glistening cuddle
to grow. dewdrops. together.
Silver Snow balls : Sun rays
snow flakes. Throw ! Nice . shimmer,
Fun to Skating reflect
pull sledge. in ice. on snow
Santa : Frost bite: in faint
'Xmas Caution ! glimmer.
Leather Prevent Long night.
jacket. shiver. Hug tight.
Woolen Come close: Sweet sleep :
blanket. Lovers ! Love deep !
Comfort Cosy Warmer
perfect. cover. amour.
It’s over! Is your last sentence and final sentence.
You accused me of pushing you through the edges
Every time you’re giving up, I make a new entrance
Every steps closer is ruined by a thousand wedges
To remove my skeletons you need a stronger dredge
You tired of trying and overlooking my hawthorn hedge
In my vulnerability my guards are up or so you allege
My impenetrable walls constantly keep you up at night
You are done and you refuse to do one more pledge
You said it: the grasp of my past still hold me tight
Your eyes and your kisses melt away my prudence
Each touch makes me want to skip too many bridges
All these walls built for a better and stronger resistance
Your wit lightened my days and remove my trudges
Your smile lessen pains that I have yet to acknowledge
In your arms there's no doubt and no unwanted gledge
Your heat consumed me but don’t remove my privilege
Yet every time you step too close to my heart, I flight
Even when I know the pain instilled cut like razor-edge
Yes again: the grasp of my past is still a stronger fright
I have experienced the youthful and joyful exuberance
The blissful impudence pushing to take on Everest’s ridges
I’ve repeatedly been through the high of new romance
It always ended up in dysfunctional and painful smidges.
Each time my heart is abandoned like a broken sledge
So I can’t stop wondering if that soul willingly impledged
Isn’t a phantom of my past pushing me over one more ledge
For I have met you in another pretty face and amazing sight
But I was left with pain and unhealable scars, I acknowledge
You are right: the wounds of my past sill hold me in affright.
I can’t promise a better tomorrow without yesterday’s edge
I can’t crumple the walls that have worked to my advantage
But if you take me through the steps I’ll make it thru the night
I’ll follow your lead step by step, I know you and I can manage
Maybe the love in your eyes is enough to bring me to daylight.
Continued From:
12. BTK Coming Attractions Part 4
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=195841
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Billy the Kid's Great Escape (Conclusion)
"Hello Bob!," Billy called out with a song in his heart
just prior to blowing Bob Ollinger apart.
He blasted both barrels into Ollinger's chest and face.
Pieces of old Bob lay scattered all over the place.
Billy smashed his shotgun in two, threw it at him but missed.
"You'll never rifle me again," he screamed,
"you son of a female dog that rhymes with witch!"
{Sorry. Poetry Soup's Profanity Policy. Hope I'm not in trouble}
On the balcony he addressed the crowd whose jaws hung agape.
"I don't want to hurt anyone, but I'll kill anybody who tries to prevent my escape."
In the office he found a sledge hammer and smashed the chains of his leg irons free.
He told Godfrey to fetch him a fast horse immediately.
As he walked down the stairs, he came upon Bell's lifeless body
and many eyewitnesses admit that the Kid looked upon him and said most remorsefully,
"I'm sorry I killed you Bell, but couldn't help it."
As Billy mounted the horse the chains of his leg irons startled the beast.
The horse reared up and threw Billy down onto the street.
He was at this point his most vulnerable laying down on the ground.
The crowd could have overtaken him easily, but none made a move or a sound.
Once again Billy mounted the horse and fled with the sound of his leg iron chains ringing.
Many say that as he rode out of Lincoln County that they heard the Kid singing.
Billy had escaped danger so many other times in his past,
but this was his greatest escape ever. It would also be his last.
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14. BTK Coming Attractions Part 6
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=195838
Do you know where my heart goes?
It moves in and out of me.
I don't have the strength to put it aside, work on the other things in life I value and let it find its natural place.
It longs to be with you, to feel the fingers of your love.
I'm with you and I follow the taut black material that smoothly covers and shows your lovely form.
The lines of your body pass around your legs
and present that sweet field of lush contact
that smooths out the harried hurts and wrinkles of pain inside,
as you slide in the dense moans and passions of embracing.
This sensuous promisor of deliverance from pain.
Feeling lost in the madness,
drowned in the pressure of my skin and soul against yours.
My sword wounds you, it opens up your flesh, and gives you pain.
It is also my love, and it gives you freedom.
That is what I've wanted since I first loved you and almost kissed you.
I feel in you the sledge that identifies who I am somewhere no one else can find.
Even I forget, without you.
I don't even know myself the twist inside that brings life and loft and wonder to my life. Do you know who you are?
No, you can't know,
you can't know who you are in bringing to me a stanchion
that pulls open all the mystery and mix of my innards.
The flesh pulls back when you're real
and in front of that smooth and kept-trim body that attracts so well,
all spills out that others demand be restrained,
It seems it is often the acceptance of pain that brings tenderness and understanding. It is often through the experience of pain that we love,
and loving that allows us to open up more of our pain.
It is because of pain that I can grow and become more what I am.
It is through pain that we understand life.
The willingness to embrace and survive the pain leads to life and love and freedom. Freedom to bear the loves and pains of the world a great deal more.
1982
(It’s Simply Now) A Matter of When
Verse: I’m phoning up a lawyer, I can’t take this anymore
the whiskey and the women keep pouring out the door
You’re staying out ‘til sunrise, then sleeping in till noon
so you can do your baying by the light of the moon.
Chorus: This can’t go on forever
so I’m through debating whether
Now it’s no longer if!
It’s simply now a matter of when.
Verse: I’d wish you’d turbocharge my bed the way you do your car
Peeling out the driveway, leaving tread marks on the tar
spend the Sabbath watching every pigskin taking flight
If I speak or interrupt you, then I’m picking one more fight.
Chorus: This can’t go on forever
so I’m through debating whether
so it’s no longer if!
It’s simply now a matter of when.
Break: Forgive me Lord for thinking what I know to be a sin
Yet every single day you see the predicament I’m in
Verse: I can’t endure your buddy who shows up here like a slob
to lubricate your liver while I’m dressing for my job
You don’t really need a wife, but you sure could use a keeper
I’m pretty sure that pretty soon you’re meeting with the reaper
Chorus: This can’t go on forever
so I’m through debating whether
so it’s no longer if!
It’s simply now a matter of when.
Break 2: But this man has really driven me right over the edge
Should I end him with a pillow or a twenty pound sledge?
Verse: When you think I’m sleeping and you whisper on the phone
Another night is coming when you’ll leave me all alone
Last night, another hussy, just 21 and married twice
You’ve handing out the sugar while you’re sparing me the spice.
Chorus: This can’t go on forever
so I’m through debating whether
so it’s no longer if!
It’s simply now a matter of when.
(Spoken): MAYBE I’LL DO IT TONIGHT! Finis