Long Stairway Poems
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"If there's a bustle in your hedgerow,
Don't be alarmed now.
It's just a Spring clean for the May queen.
Yes there are two paths you can go by,
But in the long run,
There's still time to change the road your on.
And it makes me wonder."
Sometimes people make mistakes
And try some drugs for Heaven's sake.
This fad doesn't make you bad,,,
Friends and family might be sad.
Kids need time to sow wild oats
Without our hands around their throats.
Eventually they'll find their way.
Doesn't matter what we say!
They'll grow up and pay their way,
Looking back on that one day
When they made their final choice,
Decided on their future voice.
Wonder what the kid will be?
You'll have to wait a while to see!
"Stairway to Heaven"
Led Zeppelin
Written by Page and Plant
It was well past midnight that night
A moon glittered through the window
I was getting quite a bit older, 55
And most night sounds didn’t disturb me
There happened to be a loud screech
That made me think of my screen door
So I reached into my bedside stand
And pulled out the pistol I had there
I grabbed for my robe and slippers
But could only find the soft shoes
I slipped them on and ignored the fact
That I was sneaking around in the nude
Slowly, I descended the stairway
Never intending to be seen or caught
With only my XL birthday suit on
The thought to me never occurred
I went down the steps one by one
Never hearing the sound anymore
It seemed I’d made a mistake this time
No burglar on whom I would pounce
Then, the screen door, that was the sound
It screeched a little louder than before
I hurried out toward the kitchen nook
Where I hoped to catch a burglar in tow
I held up my pistol in front of my nakedness
Knowing that I was about to be caught
But, so was whoever was making this noise
At my back door, where the sound hadn’t ceased
Stumbling into the kitchen with dread
I saw that the cat, Giggles, hadn’t been let in
And she was tearing the door down herself
To let me know that she needed her space
Thankfully, no one except the cat saw me
That night when I hurried down the steps
With only my birthday suit on my old body
Expecting to meet up with a burglar or bum
October 8, 2019
NUDE - descending a staircase Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
Created for us with such velocity
A stage for life with such grandiosity
The stars, the planets, the moons God hurled
As all of creation he unfurled
And the grandest thing formed by God’s hand
His final creation was that of man
Vegetation, animals, and birds of the air
And then from man he formed woman so fair
He knew every aspect of his plan
We received intellect so we could understand
That he was our God and he’d always care
Wherever we went he’d always be there
He then gave man our free will and free choice
So each could have their own unique voice
Their own path to travel their own song to sing
Put in man's terms to do our own thing
So, lift up all voices and give to him praise
His son died for us then he did raise
All of his plans one day we will see
Our stairway to his presence for all eternity
A lazy eventide Sitka Sunset
Where the invisible stairway to heaven
Splashes a touch of oil paint on deep blues
As I watch Helios blend radiant commands
How many more Alaskan sunsets must one perform?
Purple psychedelic hues
Greets lucid pink flowing into valleys of honey
Performing a mirrored solo masterpiece on the lake
Streaming rapturous sounds of richness
From stratospheric multi-coloured basslines
Hues so dense, one could cut into fine strips
Meets with standing ovation
As mere mortals gaze high from their amphitheatres
Mouthing the sweet syrup that pours from my haze
Succulent tongue burning coolness
Like an overused plectrum
Encased within Aurora’s twang of fusion
An instrument without strings
The Goddess whose aura never sets
I, should ask for a raise
29/05/23
Memories
I tangled into your braid of
time past /present /bird eyes /
Strawberry lips /chewing jaw /
Carved marble /in the temple is your traditional nature /sun might be rise from west /it's not be shocking for sun /it takes a Fetch back to see your
Shine /Sand salt melt down in to the lime from you when you toiled for work /mountain look like mountain it's give you a stairway to climb up / memories are like heart burn into your heart /still I have the /
scare of your claws by wich/you conquer my dead blood /
which beeld......................... /
Happy republic day to all Indians
With love all
Jagdish Bajantri
Ah what fair moan
laden fantasy lassitude looms
large if this
chaste ole buoy got cornered
into an alleyway
by a bevy of beefy
buxom babes dead set
on hounding this
doggone codger anyway
shape or form eying
sole asylum madly
sprinting thru a narrow
cookie cutter archway
overlooking a multilane beltway
risky business risking
life and limb leaping
the immense height to
make a breakaway
inevitably configuring myself
into unrecognizable
Rorschach Test, when
ganged up by goo goo dolls
suddenly become permanently faraway
unless of course some fluke,
disguised a big yellow bird
rescues yours truly talons linkedin
to flesh pot, a gateway
timed perfectly with
what I surmised
as doomed getaway,
though while dangling aloft
(imagining myself sanity clause)
minus the reindeer sleigh trademark
accouterment and nary a giveaway,
but no idea when...
aerial salvation halfway
to destination thinking,
perchance mebbe adventure
will comprise entering
a wormhole hatchway,
an out of this world experience,
and without doubt
the most remote hideaway,
a thought raced thru my mind
this captive within
hinterlands of space/time
could be heading
along the highway
to hell, no matter where pathway
takes this beastie boy
even if fate somehow
finds me in Rockaway
or possibly alternate
universe of said placename
nothing infuses Earthling
with greater excitement
than feeling like a
truant proud runaway
entranced by the infinite skyway
analogous to ascending stairway
to heaven, only for
this celestial stowaway
that does land him
smack dab straightaway
into a parallel dimension wafting
my buttonose with decor of dames
intent to commence
cupid ditty underway
coon scent of woman actually
ache'n since commencement
of this "FAKE" quasi poem.
Before nothing stopped me
from having unlimited fun,
forgetting how I breathed...
because He let me live freely;
somehow, I would see how wrong
and silly was my thinking,
never looking beyond things not questioned,
kicking stones for rage and moving forward!
Who hasn't seen His glory
won't understand the peacefulness inside,
the flowing water that washes away sins;
who hasn't seen His glory
can't be stripped of all human pride,
can't unbury his soul from the ugly grins!
Before in the rush of mundane things
I didn't hear a single bell ringing joyfully,
the gothic cathedral was a fathom that scared me,
I looked away and refused to enter with humility;
it's within those walls that one hears heavenly voices!
Who hasn't seen His glory
is not aware that joy can
change the dark side of everything,
why be afflicted by pain and wander aimlessly?
Prayer restores every soul and makes it wholly;
who hasn't seen His glory
will remain hopeless and thread
his useless days on roads that never lead
to happiness and Heaven;
who'll be climbing the long stairway singing?
Night undresses the city
her warts and gaping wounds
the stench of her river of stale urine…
Swollen feet wrapped
in rags of sweat and onion
pretending to make a living
in the cathedral of no communion
of pimps and whores who prowl
the very streets where
slick suits of daylight
whored just hours before
of alleycats and strays
who dare not yowl
or claw
by light of day …
Darkness, too, innocent love sequesters
~ one back-alley stairway up
from child molesters
In tight and busy parking lots
You can easily get perturbed
Should I back out; take the long way,
Or should I just jump the curb?
Jeeportunity!
The well-worn road around the butte
Will take ten minutes more
But a dusty two-track byway
Will save us some time -- I'm sure!
Jeeportunity!
This time the parking lot is full
‘cept a small space next to a hill
“No worries!” mumbling to no one,
“I’ll just drive it up there in Four-wheel.
Jeeportunity!
It”s time to buy a set of wheels,
Your spouse wants the blue mini-van.
There, on the end, what’s that you see?
A Rubi Wrangler! Yup, I’m a fan!
Jeeportunity!
Some cold day in my future life
I will climb the stairway to heaven,
In a golden Jeep with a mega lift
And the tires will be Thirty Sevens!
Jeeportunities!
Samara: "Opening the thimbles under the waxing moon, you'll wish it was waning in clock town's too soon."
Samael: "Over the mountain and through the woods to grandmother's house we go, with hand grenades and razor blades high-ho, high-ho, high-ho."
Uraeal: "To be so uncomely by the waxing moon is retarded at best, she picks too many daisies to be wolfish at a fest."
Helel: "Helel, or so I've heard, let's make this short and sour, for the dithery young girl."
Aurora: "Time passes like Time was incarnate let's ask the others here, if folly is so comely."
Gladius: "Moving the orchard like agrarian gregorian fools?" "Who made the large ice-bath beside the stilled moon?"
The Pro: "I came I saw I thwart not, sold out shows are not my conifers."
(Anonymized character) "I still build palaces on the moon, where stairway to heaven crosses the dark side of the moon."
---End of act IV---