Long Spade Poems
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The Early Morning
…… is an inspired artist
with a palette of celestial colours;
its paintbrush, brilliant sunlight.
I sit in the hub of the garden
absorbed as the sun clambers skywards,
chased by several scribbled-inked birds.
Sunrise now reaches out to anoint my house,
daubing vibrant light that glistens like gemstones
on windows, downpipes and lazed, garden furniture.
Even the washing line blinks in the morning glory
while casually tossing shadows of clothing
onto the faded backdrop of a lifeless fence.
Slowly, the morning’s lungs breathe out
and shirt, jumper, socks and trousers
start to shadow dance across the enlivened screen.
Then plants freckle themselves onto the slatted stage,
a neighbourly, mop-headed flower peeks curiously over
while an aged, garden spade stirs from its earthy reverie.
They all want to connect to the merriment,
parading in this slapstick, fashion-lit show
while the garden fence just creaks with laughter.
Crow (Blackus Menacingus)
large, clever and a scavenger
found in gardens where there’s trees
good at puzzles, can be trained
likes TV shows about celebrities
Blackbird (Blackus Not-A-Pirateus)
common gardeners friend is he
perched on the handle of a spade
looking out for bugs and worms
went on a holiday to Adelaide
Thrush (Not-The-Itchyus Sortus)
light brown plumage with spotted front
easily identifiable medium bird
known for a complex, tuneful song
makes jam tarts with lemon curd
Starling (Impressiveus In-A-Large-Flockus)
iridescent all year bird
feathers change colour in the sun
swarms in huge numbers then
off to the pub for rowdy fun
Wren (Smallus Sticky-Uppy-Tailus)
one of the tiniest garden birds
surprisingly loud and piercing voice
small, round body, quick and gone
to play boardgames and other toys
Puffin (Brightus Beakus)
black and white with colourful bill
dives the water for its food
coastal, cliffside, craggy nest
sends birthday cards that are very rude
STRANGE FRIEND
I had a friend both on Facebook and meeting him in person
he often sent me words of wisdom said by a famous person,
about loyalty and honesty, I often find these saying rather
banal and self-evident.
His dream was to be rich and have a big car, but like me, we
didn´t have the talent other than buying a lottery ticket.
I think he was selling things and made a modest living,
I tried to write and was equally unsuccessful, but we tried
in our clumsy way to find a road forward.
I often thought he didn´t really like me that much he was,
I think jealous of my relaxed attitude to life`s strange ways
And the disinterest in money.
I think he found me arrogant for calling a spade a spade,
people do not take the truth lightly, do I?
Suddenly he unfriended me on Facebook and declared
he didn´t want to see me again.
This tiding was pleasant I no longer had to pretend he was boring
and his range of conversations limited.
I have lost a few “friends” on Facebook, but it means very little
perhaps I should tone it down a little, be all friendly, that will be the day
We look at them as simpler times
living in the days of a century ago:
street noise, clothes and sheets on the lines,
children playing ball, moms rolling bread dough.
There are no cars and horse buggies,
no vendors that jell and wake babies;
in one of the buildings husband and wife rant,
not hearing the landlord's voice demanding rent.
Bill who lives on the third floor was the captain of an oil ship,
has left his pipe in the ashtray and spade cards and taken a nap
so tired of having read all noon a pile of novel and fiction books;
with half bottle of whiskey in his guts, he sleeps but licks his lips.
Virtual trophies (wife for I)...
offered, husbanded, and collected
when winning solitaire
Nothing beats that exaltant rush of adrenaline
watching the computer generated cards
automatically routed
to their respective suite (spot)
(after they get turned face value up)
generates countenance to evince a grin.
This heart felt diamond in the rough
gamboling ace of a man
learned to call a spade a spade
soon after joining the culture club.
Within an alternate universe
another Matthew Scott Harris
destiny manifested beckoned uber lyft,
his militant doppelganger
(created entirely of antimatter
since birth of universe)
decked out in camouflage fatigues,
dead set on collision course
to annihilate each other
if and/or when we inevitably meet.
No place exists for yours truly
to run and hide
especially hermetically sealing
(while waxing poetic) himself
with booking selfsame mortal
within a read (reed) out hideaway,
hence impossible mission
to ward off sealed fate
lest (markedly) both of us
(even if reaching out
to bridge reconciliation)
blown to smithereens
methinks I and mine nemesis
would be wiped out
(cue the Surfaris song titled wipe out)
as if Thanos snapped.
The aforementioned scenario
far more horrifying than
livingsocial within human zoo
where *****sapiens primates,
an aggregate of many
a cruel genealogical yahoo
outliers rowdy unlearned without xue,
an essential constituent
of the body electric kool aid acid test
smartass who spout colorful retorts
analogous to up the wazoo,
but much more explicit,
therefore audiological
viewer discretion advised
unless one feels confident
to cast a magic spell using voodoo
ideally invoking debilitating, horrifying,
lustrating newt trill eye zing
permanent state of danger
or threat accursed
trumpeting lout can never undo
especially when joker is wild
whereat apparatus tricked out
fastening pollexes courtesy thumbscrews
perchance re-evaluating my person
when crafting image
conveying torturous schlock
after ye did pleasantly review
other writings of mine that did skews
toward humanitarian connectedness
painstakingly minding my peas and queues
wracking my brain
regarding creativity to peruse.
At a general public meeting
They decided, on reflection
To replace the penal system
With a simple lead injection
Some people stood and argued
That shooting was too good
“Just take them from the court room
And hang ‘em in the wood”
Some others had their own ideas
On criminals like muggers
“Drag them to the river
And drown the little buggers”
Then the voice of reason
Persuaded quite a few
That treating prisoners this way
Was not the thing to do
“We’ll keep them in their prison cells
All cosy, dry and warm,
With lots of cash and man hours
They’ll hopefully reform,
But should this method fail to work
And progress not be made
We’ll take ‘em to the prison yard
And beat ‘em with a spade”
ã John W Fenn 26-03-2009
Form:
I walked the miles it takes
Through forest’s underbrush
Searching for the beautiful plant
In the mountains of my birth
It’s called Gensing Hunting
Walking past striking wildflowers
Through ferns that are so delicate
Past emerald laurels and pines
Amid the ivy and luscious vegetation
That covers the hills where I’m from
For hours on end, I hunt and hunt
Seeking that one exquisite plant
With its fragile leaves and stems
And red berries that top it’s middle
Making it seem like a gentle flower
When I finally discover this damsel
Growing up through various woods
I pull out my spade and begin to dig
Use my fingers to scrap away the dirt
Forming around the generous root
I love discovering gensing on my walk
Through the mountains on old paths
Where loggers may have once been
Clearing a slight course through the
Picturesque trail of gorgeous foliage
her mind drifted over the alluvial landscape
covered a few sink holes and seeped quick sand
from a life built on dense sediment and erosion
she had never asked for much but now she was firm
not so quickly please she pleaded for more time
deposits have to settle and sludgy silt needs to graft
a plastic spade and a battered bucket searched
patiently battling restlessness and discomfort
of whose home is what castle covered in sand
this challenge is so vast and my tools are so small
my roots are grip-less muddy and abandoned
she noticed and gave up on fighting the tides
huddled with eyes on a rock pool in which a
starfish rested on algae and crusted display
spread eagled she halted a while and gave way
now motionless she let be and inhaled deeply
while a wave of the ocean broke over her spine
resurrected firm resolve in view of gloomy farewell
yet despite crushing abrasions she started to float
was washed up at the other end of the beach
in a cave with pebbles and brazen drift wood
with consciousness bathed and cleansed to the core
she wiped salt from sad eyes and sorrow from her lips
kissed the nautical Prince who had been there all along
24th February 2021
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Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
In youth the Eden where I played
was left bereft, destroyed, decayed,
by trusts malignant masquerade
Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
Sweet grass dies in my fallow glade
as opportunist needs invade
and bleed the life from every blade
Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
First, victims surging song is brayed,
then dirges of the helpless fade
and urges pant their serenade
Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
Agendas I've arranged cascade
to keep my motives undisplayed
and cover cracks in my charade
Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
I've planted with my soiled spade
slick seeds of doubt in hopes that they'd
conceal the putrid plots I've laid
Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
My blighted past will be replayed
and every bloom on whom I've preyed
must lie now in the beds I've made
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Winter is a coming in upon this Christmastide
And snowflakes fall on field and fell across the countryside
To cover brown and green, they spread their one blanket of white
And here and there, a white bump hints at something out of sight
Does he know it's Christmas, that sheepie in the snow?
Most likely not; he knows it's cold with no warm place to go.
He's somewhere there below the white, with snow piled up around
Wondering where went the light, what happened to the sound?
There is no time to hesitate, leave rescue undelayed
Put on your boots and hasten out, armed with your trusty spade
To dig around that snowclad hump that hides the sheepie form
And take that festive sheep inside, somewhere that he'll be warm
So do not get a Christmas tree, they don't belong inside
Get, instead, a Christmas sheep to celebrate Yuletide
Decorate him if you wish; things suitable to chew
For a Merry Christmas spent in company of ewe