Long Swelter Poems
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Like a frowsy, dowdy
old housewife
I sit largely
unnoticed
stout and squat
a sort of kitchen sentry
rarely appreciated
until some minor crisis-
Cough, sniffle, stomachache
a particularly bad day
or fancy party...
then things heat up
quickly for me!
This was one of those
fancy party days
no cause to celebrate
for me!
Grueling stove-top swelter
I take it all in stride
despite the pressure
never boiling over
(I still have my pride...)
But when it gets me
really steamed
I drop polite hints
the best I can
in ladylike whispers
until I simply
can take no more-
and my shrill, piercing screams
draw attention, but fast!
It never lasts...
So she perches there
on pointy tippy-toes
in all her perky, snooty primness
silently snarky and subtle
sneakily taking credit
for all my hard work!
And as the luncheon ladies
Oooh and Aaah
“What wonderful tea!”
she points her delicate
snobby little spout
even higher with pride
But, one of these days
she'll regret it-
that snooty sassy-pot...
for I'm a tough
old stainless broad
and I'll chip her china, yet!
...And while I'll be careful
to make it seem
ever-so-casual
(like an accident)
she'll know deep down
it's really her long overdue
and well deserved
comeuppance!
The horse is galloping down the road with a story that is untold; the horse is galloping down the road with a saddle on its back and a book tucked underneath with a message that is deep. I have been thinking for days how to make an artificial snowball with a dozen mullet fish stuffed inside and a hundred rifles buried in its side.
It is racing down the track with all the energy it has got; it is going around in circles looking around for the oracle. Its temperament and speed are wrapped up together and the elegance with which it moves have left many people confused.
It stands gracefully at the corner waiting for the whistle to blow to begin the multi million-dollar show. Many people have placed bet on it because its legs are strong and swift, its speed is unmatched and its strategy is unwrapped. It has never let the audience down, it has given them more than a hundred thousand pounds, the young stallion is what they call it, its body is so fit.
See them lining up over there and feeling out the track, they are measuring the corners, and making notes of every turns and the valley that has been burnt, the horses are moving round in groups showing off their fine rubber boots, I can see the anxiety in their eyes and a miracle coming out of the sky; the track is getting warm and you must meet me before dawn.
Here comes the jockey and he is looking really happy, he is short and slim and he is just coming from the Gym. He carries a subtle smile and bag pack on his back loaded with horse pie, he made a graceful offer. He is stretching his legs around the track and examines every dot. He rolled a ball on the corner and lies in on the curves and lines and does five pushes up. He went in his horse and practices a marathon race around the track.
The horses are galloping on the track, wearing a jacket and a felt hat; it looked quite relaxed in the swelter heat covering distance in seconds that is usually hard to compete. I have never seen a horse so bold and the mystery that it holds, it has feet of fire and anything it touches it gives your heart’s desire. I am working on the team to accomplish my dreams; let’s get ready for the final leg of the show before you pack up and go. My horse shoe is back so place that giant cup in my lap.
My residence has never seen any demolition.
Nor had I to shelter under a place of obstruction.
It's my extirpated inner self that I'm fleeing from.
And seeking a refuge where faith is unshakably firm
Natural calamities have little to do with me.
But, human-induced disasters, herein I am not free.
I bear nature’s conditions and extreme temperatures.
But, unable to adjust to the moral trespassers.
I feel someone is offering spiritual shelter.
Till I find such a divine one, my heart is in swelter.
Black storm clouds that gather over the terrain of my mind
Should be delinked and all affinities should be aligned.
Though escape from realities, once in a while, might sooth
Could one evade kith and kin and avoid day-to-day truth?
Endorsing and enhancing humanitarianism
Could, here on earth, helm one towards libertarianism?
Yet, the ultimate shelter for all living entities
The Supreme Soul, who surpasses earthly identities
Unto Him is the tireless striving of my shield about
In his shelter, I'll rest free from every heart-hounding doubt.
Summer swelter on an August night
You can feel the heat in the air
Carnival lights and cars in the grass
It’s time for the county fair
French fries and burgers
Candy cotton sticky fingers
Ferris wheels, spinning wheels
The memory still lingers
Dust on your shoes
As we walked holding hands
Kids fishing for prizes
A line of concession stands
Local band trying to make its mark
Dancing on grass under a tent
Walking around until well past dark
Win a Teddy by pitching a cent
Ice cream soda was a special treat
Greasy pole was a funny sight
Admiring the car with the rumble seat
Fireworks on closing night
Special memories of days gone by
My mind often takes me there
Back when love was a country girl
And we went to the county fair.
One Nation Under God
I’m in the middle, not left nor right.
I believe that strength staves off a fight.
I’m against abortion, but I’m for the choice.
I think every child deserves a voice.
We need more programs that help our kids.
We have so many out on the skids.
Let’s feed the hungry and provide more shelter.
Let’s turn down the heat and help those that swelter.
I’m for equal rights across the board.
I will not judge, that’s for our Lord.
God gave man the gift of free will.
I believe in taxes and paying my bill.
We need prayer and discipline in every school.
We need to be strict, but never cruel.
We need to heal and see we’re flawed.
We need one nation under God.
3/8/2021 U
What You Really Want Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
It is cold this April morning
But I will not turn on the heat
got double socks on my feet
ate a bowl of warming cream of wheat
Still cold this April morning
Coffee hot to heat soul
wear sweater inside to fight the cold
furnace stays off to many bills I owe
Cold April morning
Just the other day it was hot enough to sway
turning on the AC on just a little would be okay
but than a cold front blew in for a few days
April Morning
The rain is cool the wind is strong the flowers droop with dread
spring had sprung a warm sunny one but it seems the seasons kid
but enjoy it now for the summer swelter beacons, I like it now instead.
THE SCORCHING SUMMER SUN
Heat waves are burning breaches through my skin,
Touching my soul and melting me from within,
I dissolve in a puddle of dark brown liquid,
Swimming in my salty sweat like a squid,
The sun is too hot for me to bear it,
If it were possible, I would not spare it,
Now I am at the Sol's receiving end,
How do I stop His flames, how do I defend?
The sultry sun is igniting my frame,
I swelter under his scorching scalding flame,
The torrid hot ball tortures me to tears,
I can't stand his fiery frying warmth that sears,
Perspiring heavily under the summer sun,
I cannot stand or walk, while he is having fun.
05.20.20
Bright stars sky finds foul aroma a pure honey
from the tangled dreadlocks proposing to a turncoat
with glowing paradise briefing exotic money
forgetting loyalty has always been a great antidote
for trying situations are never retiring
unless you stopped drawing on graph of aspirations aspiring
As cool as the sounds of snow
The angels' trumpets' sounds blow
Anew like different nature's show
How great Thou are in every of Your new flow!
We enjoy every bit of the nature's awesome change
Wonderful is the mystery of its clouded exchange
Dark sky spills the pungent heartbreak swelter to breathe despair
on the field laced with sweet disappointment
owing to the dim stars sky's experience and cheer
without fear to hope such will ever be cum appointment
the delicious sift of body shift in and out of euphoria
drifting warm and cold between fingers and toes of Victoria
As cool as the sounds of snow
The angels' trumpets' sounds blow
Anew like different nature's show
How great Thou are in every of Your new flow!
We enjoy every bit of the nature's awesome change
Wonderful is the mystery of its clouded exchange
White sky flints senses of pure cloudy visions
gearing purity, nevertheless, there is still a black view
somewhat simply showcasing life's true representations
out of a blue-bright sampling clue
Show me the beauty of any nature's wonder
without the God's changing hand polished off blunder
As cool as the sounds of snow
The angels' trumpets' sounds blow
Anew like different nature's show
How great Thou are in every of Your new flow!
We enjoy every bit of the nature's awesome change
Wonderful is the mystery of its clouded exchange
Keep me unique and dynamic like nature's natural quality
Which never at any change, of frivolity
Amen!
Ahhhh….Here’s a wound to mend
Ahhhh….Please, put my mind at ease
Ahhhh….You don’t see me, nearing my end…
Ahhhh….Nearing my end…(you’re left without a clue)
Pre-chorus #2: You turned out to be so mean…you were so heartless… (you
make me feel like nothin’…make me feel like someone…somethin’ – your words
pierced me like a pin on the floor)
I’m not haunted by your callous night…don’t pick a fight (with me…we were
innocent like a newborn infant)
I won’t shed a tear for you
You’re too late…you can’t change what has happened. I’m damaged by your lie.
I gradually swelter.
I won’t be sick with the love flu
You’re my disease…you killed me with your cruel, hateful, twisted lullaby – I’ve
never felt…so…better.
Give me an excuse or a reason
To overcome these waves of emotions
Friends come and go like season to season
Dealing with vile clashing commotions
Pre-chorus: I thought your grass was green…I’m hopeless… (Oh funny, I
thought you were a good person…I was there for you through thick and thin –
you do not love me anymore)
I’m through with you...you…tonight…I long for God’s light (to shed on me…we
were in content & we were pleasant)
Chorus: Ahhhh….Stop being a tease…
Ahhhh….Being a tease…(your heart broke due to being blue)
Under the stars
Beneath the cement
I cry in discontent…caught in the web of lament
Under the moon
Under the water
I feel like a delicate infant…I’m hungry for your attention
Not your damn resent!
I’m lying around…waiting for your bliss
To take me Home
For I’m too downright distressed
To pick myself off my feet…I’m sick and depressed
I need a bed to rest on…
I need a shoulder to lay my head on…
I need covers to keep me warm and safe
I need Your love to keep me motivated to move on…
I need shelter…before I swelter...
I’m torn in shreds…
I feel so unsafe…in this shady cave
I feel the need for a savior…could He save me…
Free me…
Take me away from
M-my lonesome dorm?
Will he lead me somewhere peaceful?
Somewhere tranquil?
Somewhere plentiful?
Somewhere surreal?