Long Straddle Poems
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The girl and her smile straddle the rainbow.
Neon hair the fluid cascades of northern lights,
her seafoam cloak the ripples outgrown by the shore.
She adores the breeze adorned with gems.
Emeralds fly from silk strings in wriggle-giggle wind,
as jaded kites made of ruby and sapphire and pearl
sit on a picnic checkerboard in envy-green grass
betting on play-dates with zephyrs.
White dice cubes roll beady-black-eyes at their folly.
She chases books as they sail from trees.
Their soft-covers as nimble as sparrows’ flit.
She leafs through slices of fruitcake,
each nutty page a looney tooney frame of insane;
Mr. H. Dumpty carouses with Mick Jagger swagger,
two baby paisley owls drive a ‘67 mustang car,
the car does a hop-scotch down bourbon street.
Field-mouse-flowers meow,
the moon jumps over the cow,
and she sings “the world needs more bumblebees!”
The golden palm of a five-fingered maple leaf
offers a diamond ring.
Palm trees pull up anchor and hover
in sunset silhouette like Mai Tai parasols.
A two-masted schooner scries seawater for its soul.
She laughs as black-habited nuns ride
upside-down on the roller-coaster rim
their feet kicking the billow-bellies of clouds ‘til
they fall into dreamcatchers sticky
and tricky as spiderwebs,
and a doughy-boy-baker loses
the reins of sugar-cookie-horses tilling
confetti seeds in a magician's puppet garden
where Dali wombs and peacock plumes bloom.
Between neither here nor there
an entire life holds its breath.
as I straddle the inevitable,
marking time between life's lines.
Caught in transition,
Almost here, yet almost there,
living in the footnotes
of an ending hard to bear.
My shadow crosses the line;
the rest of me hesitates.
Time gathers its coat,
weary of waiting at the gate.
Almost this and almost that,
in-between here and there,
the parallel lines at last converge;
there becomes here; then becomes now.
When all horizons disappear
and distance dissolves,
every elsewhere becomes an arrival.
Here and there intertwine at last,
and every therewith discovers
it's been a herewith all along.
Forward Motion
I have discovered
that there are two sides to myself:
one side good and the other bad,
with each contradicting the other
as to which way to proceed in life.
I straddle a split in the path
and face my dilemma.
The bad side favours the way
that is inviting and more enjoyable to weather,
while the good side tilts to the lane
that looks discomforting and, for certain,
less rewarding to follow with its arteries.
And so I struggle in the middle of the road,
which seems to go on forever,
and must decide which avenue to endeavour
with its subsequent consequences.
Which direction is right; which is wrong?
Voices compel me after the fact
to question my judgment
and to go back and rethink my decision,
but that is impossible.
Life is a forward motion,
and the past is just that, the past.
And the future! Avoid making the same errors.
—Life consists of learning curves.
As I grow older and hope diminishes,
I come to terms by accepting the facts
that my presence on this earth is not virtuous
nor overly ambitious and constructive.
Otherwise, I can pretend that I am Teflon:
no pain, indifferent, confident, like Rodin’s sculpture,
a piece of rock that exists—stagnant.
"The Key"
There is nothing worse than feeling that you are entirely alone in this existence.
Some will embrace the isolation like a Godsend for a while,
and that “while” will extend into years that straddle decades like a beautiful lover that you have become addicted to;
Some will bury the dead and walk away to save themselves
from the ceaseless haunting.
There is nothing worse than feeling that you are entirely alone in this existence.
When the crossroads touch your feet, you will be totally alone, this is a fact.
The practice in making perfect your existence, and yet not fully attaining it,
is a necessary contradiction casting you like a stone across Life like an Ocean
crashing back into car wreck shores.
There are many roads
to write your story
Home.
Yes, there are many roads.
This is a fact.
Yet, you park in idle fascination of the mundane.
très poétique.
The key,
however,
has been with you always.
Love
in ignition,
unlocks all,
starts everything;
this is your covert mission.
Shifting gears
out of neutral.
Candide Diderot. ‘24
"Neutral gear isn't really a gear at all. It's the stage where no gear is engaged. Though cars with manual transmissions need neutral to start their car, many drivers with automatic transmissions are at a loss as to what exactly neutral "gear" is good for..."
Feel the icy touch of who I am now.
Am I something heaven might still now save?
I belong neither to you nor to them.
Dead and dry as the bones in an old grave.
The cold, icy feel of my long dead breath.
No romance to kiss my cold, longing lips.
My ride, my car is the pale horse of death.
My tongue is the venom a dead corpse sips.
Through floors I do rise and through walls I walk.
In this realm demons and angels crowd close.
As I float, I listen as they all talk.
Demons mean evil; angels they stay close.
In great pain I straddle heaven and hell.
My life I recall with love and much hate.
My frozen mind still has secrets to tell.
Was life easy, or did I walk the strait?
My ghost now walks a lonely and cold path.
Will I rise to heaven, or suffer wrath?
Who Am I?
2/7/22
Unseeking Seeker
Our prez is now Donald J Trump
Who has promised to clean out the sump
Well he's certainly no wussy
When groping a pussy
What more to expect from a gump?
In charge of the Vice, Michael Pence
Said some things that embrace little sense,
"Global warming's a myth"
But's now taking the fifth
In attempting to straddle the fence
We all recall general Flynn
Put in charge of security spin
A trained atomiser
No more Trump's advisor -
His deal with the devil's his sin
The billionaire Betsy Devos
Making plans for a school albatross
Hating free education
Backs private castration
And kids will be bearing her Cross.
The Congress approved Jeff B. Sessions
Ignoring his racist obsessions
He seemingly cares
More for foreign affairs
While forgiving Klan's toxic transgressions.
Chief strategist Stephen K. Bannon
Develops the Great Again Canon:
The Goldman Sachs Bankster
Turned yellow rag gangster
Flings crap from the New Order cannon
Says EPA ruler Scott Pruitt
"Instead of dry facts, we intuit..."
(His work as denier
Keeps profits much higher)
"... If everything dies, well, just screw it"
The war whoops of Mad Doggy Mattis
Awaken the death apparatus
With boundless expense
For a doomsday defence -
Armageddon administered gratis
The magnates no longer need lobby
Or fight regulations thought snobby -
Now set in the saddle
They're herding the cattle
And pulling the strings as a hobby
Now the Don can start wielding the axes
Truncating the tariffs and taxes
The Mafia boss
Is dismissing the dross
And poverty's pain as it waxes
Time was a man was known for what he did
Or didn’t do
Did you stand for the flag
Did you fight for the Red, White, and Blue?
Did you keep it real?
Say what you feel?
Work with your hands
And the iron and steel?
Stand on your word?
Make a fair deal?
And bow your head
And take time to kneel?
Do you keep it real?
Are those days all in the past?
Have we lost our direction, and common sense?
Surrendered our honor, our liberty
To straddle the fence?
Can’t keep it real
Or say what you feel
We’re working remote
With AI not steel
Promise in pencil
Look for the steal
Look down our nose
Force others to kneel
And then call it
Keeping it real
Finding perfect love takes more than effort and grit,
it's like seeking a needle hidden in a heap of hay;
lucky you, if you can find it on a very sunny day...
when that joy is captured and held into your firm grip.
Finding a rare rose without thorns isn't very easy,
it's like seeking a needle hidden in a heap of hay;
at first, you may suddenly give up and be lonesome again,
but what would you gain, if all your search were done in vain?
Finding a faithful heart among those that love to cheat,
it's like seeking a needle hidden in a heap of the hay;
don't choose a narrow road and straddle on your feet...
take chances when nothing can turn into hard clay.
Finding perfect love is not loving foolishly and then quickly cleave,
it's like seeking a needle hidden in a heap of hay;
why wait for a rainbow...if the storm has gone away?
Change yourself and be that someone who promises not to leave.
Winged Lessons
by Odin Roark
Sitting astride his backpack,
A roadside nomadic looked up from his book.
The sun oppressing,
The sand distressing,
The bird noise progressing.
“From where came your right
To straddle fence wire and incessantly complain
With pompous cawing at a resting traveler,
As if he didn’t belong?
Who made you judge and jury for speeding cars
Trying to avoid your missile-like whitewash
As they chase setting suns
And see me only as a roadside shadow?
What do you know of windblown highway ditches as nightly shelter,
Or roadside memorials of white-cross remembrances,
All kinds of lives suddenly stopped?
Rather than making all that commotion,
Wouldn’t you be better off listening a little more,
Enjoying the fluttering quiet of those beautiful black-opal wings,
As you swoop in on sign posts and rusted-out abandoned cars?
What’s with your nasty disposition, anyway?
And why aren’t you carrying on like the raven you are,
Instead of the your noisy lessor specie, the crow?
Oh never mind.
Just shove off.
Let me have some peace
While I work through Poe’s take on your gnarly purpose.
Better still, just shut up and listen.”
‘And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!’
“See what I mean…
Maybe this Poe fella is trying to explain
Neither one of us is gonna live forever,
So…”
We’ve all heard of, “In God we trust.”
We’ve heard it and seen it.
It’s on the back of Every dollar bill.
Pull out a dollar bill, a 1, a 5, a 20 and see.
My question is, do you Truly trust God?
The reason I’m asking is, the problem I’m seeing is, some people pick and choose what areas (if any) of their lives they trust God for, and that shouldn’t be. You’ve got to learn to trust God in EVERY area of your life.
What I mean by pick and choose is, you trust God for this, but not for that.
You can’t say you trust God and then straddle the fence, where sometimes you do and sometimes you don’t.
You can’t say you trust God and then turn around and say, but. There’s No “But.” You either trust Him or you don’t, there’s NO in between.
Do you Truly trust God?
You say you trust God for your finances, BUT then “worry” about bills and the lack of money, and how you gon pay this, and how you gon pay that?
You say you trust God for your health, BUT then fear sets in and you focus your attention heavily on what the “doctor” said.
You say you trust God for your marriage, BUT then BOOM, insecurity sets in and you’re constantly questioning, “Where you was? Why you ain’t answer me? I was calling your phone.” Blah, blah, blah… so nagging! So lack of trust.
But, but, but, there is No But!
Trusting God in EVERY area means Trusting God in EVERY area.
For your Finances - Trust God
For your Bills - Trust God
For your Health - Trust God
For your Relationships - Trust God
For your Marriage - Trust God
For Guidance and Direction - Trust God
For Wisdom - Trust God
For your Family - Trust God
For Protection - Trust God
For Prosperity - Trust God
For Joy - Trust God
For Peace - Trust God
…
For EVERY area of your life, Trust God.
In Proverbs 3 vs 5 it says, “TRUST in the Lord with ALL your heart, and lean not on your own understanding.”
TRUST - Trust, trust, trust, trust, trust -
Now tell me, do you Truly Trust God?