Long Switches Poems
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In solitude of the edge of day, there is a crimson blush along the hills
And a world switches direction, ......as if to tumble into eternity
Where shadows of the mountains, high, hover silently, over asphalt roads,.....
bend and curl, and morph their shapes... to follow curves of earth
When the shadow of a lonely pine becomes longer,.......
than ever the tree was tall
When my own silhouette, so dark and stretched, and long,......
seems to walk between earth and sky
In utter harmony at end of day, my arms seem longer,...
long enough,... to reach the evening star
I hear footsteps,
at least I think that's what they are
there were some before
many in fact
it is hard to discern if they are coming or going or hanging about.
Yes, I can feel you,
squeezing my hand and wondering
I can't answer, I do try
please don't cry
I am already broken enough please stop crying.
I hear all you say,
and that damned vexatious beeping,
and more than you know
I am scared too
I have no clue if I will return in full or as a mere shadow.
In fact at all really,
for the confounded clot has me at bay,
and the bindings are fresh
I moved my eye
but it was between visits and no one was there to see.
My train of thought,
I, we, childhood flashes, that time in the forest
Numbness has a sound
a continuous tone
many more footsteps, but faster, please no.
Switches inside me,
They terminate and are gone, the loss
Deafening and final
no bright lights
no tunnel, no souls holding hands waiting.
Chest falls a final time,
As I succumb to the darkness
and my last thought
of a missed kiss goodbye
That will be saved as a welcome if I see you again.
Feuding mental nemesis appear...
anytime after the bewitching hour
re: stroke of midnight whence this
sudden loss of mental, physical &
spiritual stamina takes a kamikaze
nose dive think crash test dummy.
Bright eyed and bushy tailed
after arising from a deep sleep
where the locomotive
hashtagged and seamlessly engineered
roaring, snorting, and tearing
to go down the lines,
(or actually an artificially
intelligent hunk of steel
a smart train
powered to glide
above the tracks
(called a maglev train,
which short for magnetic levitation
to glide preprogrammed
and zip inches above the tracks)
analogous to a powered iron horse
think a horse with wings
most famously called Pegasus,
a divine winged stallion
in Greek mythology
born from the blood
of the Gorgon Medusa,
he famously got ridden
by the hero Bellerophon
and later serves Zeus
by carrying his thunderbolts.
Analogous to yakety-yak or yackety-yak
the soundcloud issues "whickity-whack"
punctuates the equilibrium
with a syncopated,
yet barely audible rhythmic thwack
as railroad cars
at light speed
whoosh across train track plank
that connects and supports the rails
(called a railroad tie in North America)
or a railway sleeper
(in the UK, Australia, and Canada)
a bang for the bucking bronco doth pack
a surge of electrical boost to ensure
reminding one of the nursery rhyme
starting out as this old man,
he plays (fill in the blank
with the number
of your choice) knick knack
paddy whack give your dog a bone
and then synchronized
with the word syllabification
hinting phonetically
at what the ear
hears as be-yo any
(b-o-n-e)
which above stated
structures of silence
soundlessly bedeviled,
disrupted, and fostered
within the mindscape as ENIAC
(Electronic Numerical Integrator and Computer)
functioned by routing
high-speed electrical pulses
through thousands of vacuum tubes
and switches to perform calculations
vigilantly sustained -
now imagine whereat little
spongebob square pants
hustling hither and yon, to and fro
within the noggin
to allow, enable and provide
an uninterrupted flow of processes
instead of using moving mechanical gears,
said Goliath used electronic logic
to count pulses and perform
up to 5,000 additions per seconds -
revolutionizing wartime computing
which scenario caused me
to experience a splitting headache.
I dreamed I was a porter
carrying bags that weighed a ton.
Quickly answering in the Club Car
when anyone called, "Hey Son"!
I dreamed I was a conductor
punching tickets neat as you please.
Walking up and down the Passenger Cars
taking the jostling at my ease.
I dreamed I was a brakeman
watching the signals along the trail.
Jumping out to throw the switches
keeping us on the correct rails.
I dreamed I was a fireman
keeping us on the roll.
Getting grimier with each shovelful
as I emptied the Tender of its coal.
I dreamed of being the engineer
throttling up or slowing down.
Eyes vigilant on the rails ahead
Steel churning on steel just above the ground.
That Iron Horse was beautiful
brighter than a new penny from the mint.
When the sun hit upon it
you couldn't help but squint.
I dreamed of all the stations
with children their eyes wide.
I watched the gauges and checked the shafts
my long nosed oilcan trustily at my side.
I dreamed of a long line of boxcars
being pulled behind like a rope.
Getting freight from down below
up the graded slope.
I dreamed of trains as a child
which carried me many a mile.
Waking in the morning for school
I couldn't help but smile.
Growing into manhood
with such dreams as these.
I went to work for the railroad
with my dreams as my keys.
Now, when you see the gates go down
lights will flash as I guide my Engine through.
Listen for the horn and bells and whistle
of the dream I found in my "CHOO CHOO".
My heart is wrenched, it's awake...
I can't bare down any longer,
I can't hide it-or fight it-or act away from it,
This is the steel blow to my face,
This is a quiet morning sunken in mist, felt in cloth,
sleeping in willows,
Lighting a fuse that pithers off into perfection,
An untied blissful knot, a sea of converging ships,
Storming, storming through with fire breath
That meets,
and melts,
And away, away, away we all fall, as we should,
As we have to, and as it is to be done.
Please God, let us remain in the wave.
Steer and steer.
A flaccid, earthen movement into my corner,
And life turns kinetic, grabbed and drenched.
A hill to climb, but
It weaves, there is no shape or direction,
Just motion-and-rhythm-with-arms-and-eyes---attached.
It's grounded by the mind,
But its nature is to float---endlessly, endlessly float.
The shock
Disorientates the leatherness of the world,
Crushing the sick, green gears and switches and rusted
Hackneyed knobs
We've made for ourselves,
Entrapping us in our very footsteps
And then--
the terrifying milk
Cleanses--with the grace and completion only skin can provide
And the tenderness of time slips into your our vaulted darkness
Lighting the fields.
Rudolph the reindeer has a red nose
Now why is that do you suppose?
Well it’s not real, it is a red light
That Santa switches on at night.
So what's the history I hear you say
Well concerns were raised by the F.A.A.
Because one night Santa fell asleep
And didn't hear the warning beep.
A jet was heading for Santa's sleigh
Woke just in time and got out of the way
So a law was passed that anyone in flight
Display a light when flying at night.
In the official report that's what it said
But don't believe the news you're fed
The first witness and on oath he swore
Said a man so drunk he'd never seen before.
They let him off with a stern warning
And not to drink 'till Christmas morning
He kept his license on one condition
That he display a light on every mission.
Off shopping he went to buy a red light
Found one in a store 'twas big and bright
Spoke to the elves as to where it would go
They all agreed at the front on show.
They tried it first on Rudolph's head
But it dazzled Santa with its bright red
But on his nose it looked just right
And glows so brightly in the night.
Rudolph asked “what's in it for me"
Cos he felt silly, but would wear for a fee
So a bonus he gets and double pay
Plus extra rations on Christmas day.
Written on 6th December 2018.
"Don't Quit Your Daydream,"
I heard muffled
through the thick marshmallow.
Not quite awake,
I descended down the never sticky gummy ladder,
Never sticky,
Always smooth and gleaming.
Sunflower Jackhouse was still
Monitoring the monkey responses.
"Did someone call for me?"
I asked him rubbing my forehead,
Though when I saw my hand
It was on my belly.
"You look hungry, Titus," said Sunflower.
"My brother's name is Titus," I responded,
Taking my hand off my belly
And placing it on the feathered
Back of a purple flamingo that
Was just suddenly there.
"Don't quit your daydream, Titus," said Sunflower
Slyly sliding me a coupla tuna melt sliders.
"It was you," I said taking the plate.
Sunflower switched a few switches on the monkey board,
Smirked and looked back at me saying:
"Now we all become stars."
And then BOOM!
Boy those wheeler dealers sure work hard
just look at Ed slaving away sorting things.
First he sorts out the electrics and switches
then he turns his attention to the mechanics.
Strips out the callipers and replaces them
a new exhaust is also on the cards.
Back breaking work as he takes off bright work
and then sands it down ready for re-spray.
Off to the paint booth where its masked up,
now first a stabiliser to stop leakage.
Two coats of primer, now finally the colour
a gorgeous chocolate that really pops.
The last job is to change the wheels
back to Porsche originals chocolate coated.
Down to the track where she revs and revs
then like a race horse our Porsche flies.
Mike is well impressed at Ed's hard work
wow it is an eye stopper he cries.
A new owner to be found who will love it
Mike works his charms and so has a sale.
Yet another classic saved from the scrap heap
Our 928 Porsche is restored like new.
With a growl it eats up the roads
putting a smile on her owner's face
written 12/04/2015
contest PD and Skat's For Women Only
He speaks to all who ask him
Your will, he does obey
Your laughter and your judgement
He endures it every day
But now it's night. It's Silent
The pier is empty, cold
The sound of waves on metal
And creaking wood so old
I gaze into his prison glass
His eyes they mesmerize
I cannot walk away from him
I feel I'm recognised
His eyes sink into my soul
He seems to know me well
His tired paint and faded robes
Have secrets yet to tell
I feel for his loneliness
He's enslaved forevermore
But something in him smiles
A glimpse of ancient lore
I stay for what seems hours
He blurs and seems to move
Something stirs behind the glass
Whispers I cannot prove
A click of gears and switches
I step back from his stare
A little bit of paper
that paper was not there
I run away towards the lights
I'm cold and numb can't breathe
I look at that small paper
and it is...just empty.
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In the solitude of an ebbing day, there is a twilight blush along the hills
And a world switches direction, ......as if tumbling silently into eternity
Where shadows of telephone poles, along a country road,.....
seem to curl,... and follow the curve of the earth
When the shadow of a tree becomes longer,.......
than ever a tree was tall
When my own silhouette, so dark and stretched, and long,......
seems to walk between earth and heaven
To feel such harmony at days end, my arms seem longer,...almost without limit...
long enough,...
so that I can reach out to catch the first star upon the evening sky,....
and feel the touch of God....
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For Nette's Contest: "In 24 Hours"
By Carrie Richards