Long Strap Poems
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The cherry that I planted close by the brick church wall.
That cherry tree is not one wood, not all one wood at all.
It sits upon a different stock, protecting from disease.
What sits atop that lower stock flowers finer blossom, grows greener leaf,
protected from diseasing rot by stronger wood beneath.
That wood first stood as chosen, the gardener's true delight.
So finely grown, until that day, for cherry's sake, his royal crown was cut.
His bark was not like cherry bark, but mixed, with perfect golden strap,
yet also striped and slashed, as though with cruel wounding strike, with bruising whip-cut lashed.
And when first planted by that wall, his root blocked by foundation stone,
it did not seem he grew at all,
yet root was quietly reaching down until around all hardened soil,
that softer wetter ground was found, and living water sapped each branch,
and each branch grew him tall.
And now this beauty, grafted in, displays the splendour of his spring,
as long as it remains within that bruised and wounded saving tree,
which gardener's love has given.
Yes, which gardener's love had first conceived, then planted low this mercy tree, this saving tree he loved, but gave for love of cherry tree,
and gave for you and me.
She had a place in London
it was near a busy roundabout I think,
big apartment,
there were cut peonies, asters
red ones seems about right.
We spent the night together
big bed, lots of pillow.
In the morning it was raining
she lent me her umbrella
I never returned it.
I must have taken an underground tube,
it was rush hour,
I had to strap-hang a long way
my arm ached all that day.
I had a place
somewhere, in Edgeware,
or maybe Paddington.
She had a name
there were details.
If I had stayed longer,
maybe then she would now
have a face to hang a name on
and more specifically
offer a certain direction for me to take
whenever I get lost in my mind
like this.
The groom will keep his name
whilst she will change hers
to his. We talked over these things
as we constructed a home
that would become home to the new couple.
Some laughed when they asked us
to construx the place.
We put four corners up using poles
we used untreated lumber
interconal and external leaving the walls hollow
we used cobb to fill the walls
we found it best to
construx in quarters
building
to where the bottom of the window would be
and then ramming the cobb into the agapes.
we used cob and concrete
and drove rebar into the softened material.
we put concrete blocks and slabs of stones
in the pre dug trenches
and pour concrete in the bottom before
we began constructing box type walls
that we packed from the ground
and nailed them in place using
the bobcat.
separating the two materials allowed us to
save time by separating the cobb
which meant both parts could cure
separate and we could
continue work
not worrying about overloading the wall
and allowing errors.
we put a barn type roof on using tin and plyboards.
we used a faux stone decorative brick
on the exterior
the place looked authentic and brick.
Inside we used a natural stone ledger panels
to give a Desert look to the inside.
Certain areas inside used sheetrock
which we used mitered edged We cedar
and stained and shelaced the wood
and painted the sheetrock a cream color.
the center of the place had rammed earth walls
four walls that didn't touch but were
join together
using pallet wood
from the floor to the ceiling.
the pallet wood had been treated
with borax and stained.
we explored building topless and bottomless boxes.
and drilling holes
in the dirt
installing poles
and places the boxes around the poles
and filling them wi cob
on our next project
we'd use the same system
to creat rooms with this structure.
and would use te
large beams to
create a roof.
that would use both plyboard and tin.
sixteen by sixteen
centered windows
HE SAID...USSO VOKO BELTO BRAWL!
TRANSLATED...LEY DE RECLAMO DE CHAMPIONSHIP REGLAS DE
LA INVOKING!
THEY SAY..... EL DERECHO DE LOS GERENTES A PEDIR A UN CONTENDIINTE QUE MUESTRE LA HABILIDAD DE CAMPEON !
TRANSLATED...THE PUNKS OWE ME THE TITLE, WE'LL FIND OUT WHO THOSE AYNONOMOUS DOLLPRICKS WERE WHO VOTED AGAINST ME, WE'LL WIN BACK THE STRAP!
HE SAY...LOS GERENTOS DE LUCHA TIENEN DERECHO A PEDIR A UN CONTENDIINTE QUE MUESTRO LA CAMPEON
TRANSLATED ...BY FATHER DAY MY APPEAL TO THE GOVERANCE COUNCIL WILL HAVE BEEN RANKED NUMBER ONE, AND ME AND mISS GIRTHY WILL USE THE "GRIPS OF MUCCHI" TO CLAW OUR WAY TO VICTORY !
HE SAY... LOS MEDIOS NEGOCATION DE CONTENCION, APELACION DE ESTABLECIMIENTO TANDEM: LOS DERECHO CHALLENGES BODAS BASURA BLANC RECLAMO CAMPEONATO DE ESFUERZOS! mISS gIRTHY GERENTO'S NEGOCATES!
tRANSLATED.. mISS GIRTHY WILL NEGOCATE MY CONTRACT, AND i WILL BE CHAMPION AGAIN !
Appleton boys
Are getting ready
For gin
They remove their shirt
From their chest
Now they put a
T-shirt on their chest
Now they remove their jeans
Finally it is time for them
To remove their underwear from
Their cocks
Now they will put
Their jock strap in their
Cocks
Then they put their underwear
On top of their jock strap
Now they will put on their shorts
Now they will change their socks
From their feet
It is now finally the time to put their
Running shoes
On their feet
Now they started to jog
3 miles
It is very hard to do
Our hearts are beating fast
And we can feel it
the smell of Carmel corn
fills the air – I think of you Dad
your hand in mine, four steps to your one
the carousel music scores happiness
bells of laughter ting-a-ling-ing
Cotton candy, pink as bazooka bubble gum,
melts to sugary paste on teeth and tongue
you are there Dad, hanky in hand
spit bathing my four year old cheeks
moon-faced, eyes crinkled
lifted skyward as the horses stop
I pick the girlie one but sit straddled
you pinch my knees and pull down my skirt
muscle man strong -- your hands strap me in
they rest after on the small of my back as I rise
then I come [the brass pole all gummy
from my hands]
last week we walked the country fair
my hand now as big as yours
aged like two apple dolls, we meander
you buy me cotton candy
spit on your thumb and wipe
it from my cheek
A horse that runs wild and free
Enjoys freedom with each stride
No saddle on his withers be
No grazing muzzle as a guide
No headpiece on his poll abides
His fetlock and his coronet feel the tickle of the grass
As his forelock ruffles in the breeze
No horseshoe on his hoof amass
With the wind he trots with ease
His gaskin flexes to run at his decree
His frog feels the soft earth as he stands
his coat feels the soothing rain
Unbridled by the bit's demand
His neighs echo through the plains
Upon these green fields, he reigns
His stifle and his hock aches once in awhile
But a good gallop 'neath the dome
of sky, brings him back in form and style
No crupper on his croup as he roams
For this horse calls freedom home.
~~~
10/4/16
*The crupper is the strap that runs from the horse's dock, over the croup, to the saddle.
I don’t blow no trumpet. I don’t beat no drum.
Need to make haste softly ‘cause of where I’m from.
Draped in gray felt shadow with the brim turned down,
Keep my profile low if I go into town.
Ain’t nostalgic now, but I remember when…
Won’t give one thin dime to do it all again.
Watch the sun go sinking low atop the canyon wall.
Pick a dozen stars to wish on just to watch ‘em fall.
When you’re this close to the bottom you don’t have to crawl.
You’re just stepping off the edge of a dime, that’s all.
Like the wolf accused of doing in the lamb,
Keep my back trail covered ‘cause of who I am.
When I stop to tighten up a stirrup strap,
Hold my breath and listen for a twig to snap.
Ain’t the bitter sort like most hard-bitten men,
But I wouldn’t give a dime to do it all again.
Feel like screaming toward the sky atop the canyon wall.
Throw my demons down the cliff side just to watch ‘em fall.
They can walk me to the gallows. They won’t see me crawl.
Be like stepping off the edge of a dime, that’s all.
Packed some rawhide rations and a bone to chew.
Always leave town early ‘cause of what I do.
Just a child out searching for that Golden Fleece.
Gonna rock this pony till I rest in peace.
Ain’t no banker’s clerk, but I can count to ten.
Won’t give one thin dime to do it all again.
Now that eye have groan older inn thee tooth,
Aye recall fond mammaries of my feckless youth.
(End sum of them knot sow fond as ewe will later sea!)
Butt generally speakin', life was vary good two me.
Eye em sew greatful four my luving Maw end Paw,
Who maid me tow thee lyne end keep withinn thee law.
If eye missbeehaved, Maw would lea awn Paw's razor strap,
Sand me two bed sans supper end two shut my humongous yap!
Sure, aye uttered sum naughtea words beeyoond en innocuous 'darn',
End enjoyed corn-silk smokes inn thee heyloft of thee barn.
Such things were a loathin' untwo thee Lord, accordin' two my Maw,
End if caught wood've recommended corporal punishment bye my Paw!
Aye recall thee stench of fried aigs end oranges on thee school bus,
End my sweethart savin' a seat four me end steelin' a hastea buss!
How eye looked fourword two You'll Tide end meatin' Senta Claws,
Butt sayin' a 'peace' at thee church Nativity Play gave me paws!
On cold winter mourns aye struggled two putt my long-johns awn,
Two ade Paw milk cows end slop hawgs at thee brake of dawn.
Sow many mammaries have eye growin' up, sew pleasin' two recall;
Aye wreckon eye wood knead a volyum ore sow two list them awl!
You dictate to me
as you want me to be,
you strap me down,
and then you frown
if I break free,
to be who I want to be!
Yes, I do not fit
I won’t stand or sit,
as you try to school,
dominate and rule
defining me to be!
what you desire to see.
How can you desire,
to light a specific fire
quelling other flames within me?
Oh, what expectation
and determination
to snuff out the me in me!
Deciding for me
to be or not to be!
how can you ever
make me want, what you prefer?
Copyright © by Crystal David John
(Published in my book titled 'Trails of Thought,' which is available on Amazon)