Long Talks Poems
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Down the interracial, middle-class block
there's a kid who talks like a mature guy...
using words only a grown-up man does,
" It's awesome to be cool! Let's have a fist fight!"
One evening, he drank from a can
he thought was a soft-drink...no, it was beer!
ah, he started laughing and throwing rocks,
infurating the lady next door who let her dog loose....
Poor kid he was chased for blocks
by a vicious poodle and as small as the dog was
he mauled the volley ball he carried.
" Get away from me, doggy! " he hollered
by kicking his his legs and calling for help.
News spread like fire and all the kids
came to see what was happening.
"Bring me my water gun, he told them...
I got to shoot him down before he bites me! "
And glancing at the agitated poodle
showing his sharp teeth, he pressed down
the trigger on his water gun saying,
" I am a cop...freeze! You going to jail! "
There was no hesitation on the dog's part,
he ran as if chasing a cat who stole his bone.
Up the dark barricaded staircase
with a monitor well focused between their legs
they came to digest an ego
caress ten long fingers aflame at tips
Imbibe bright juice
heal a chequered heart
mount the focused quartz
don weathered leather
as African heroes of the past stare
through windows draped in
white chiffon
They smooth peppercorn hair
in ecstasies of bliss as delicate oil
flare their nostrils, ignite their liver
while township youth play dice upstairs
modelling their future on one man alone
as jazz tunes are whistled from corners
a piano remains covered in velvet
with a blighted knight trying some stunts
and wizard talks tales of Mecca
then prays on centre stage
They twist locks and slit bars
violet Sun stream in
all is touched with gold as he glances
at their toes, skirmishes their
breasts in figures of eight
on a path to the beyond
White Witches in Wind
My soul rides the pen.
Flowing through the nib,
my thoughts are revealed;
flowing onto the page
in dark, liquid waves.
As a vessel, I pour;
all within me, spews forth.
Naked rivers of ink
Reveal muse’s secrets.
Muse wields her sword,
sliced opinions, fall away
upon journal pages.
Pen-to-paper, scratching letters and
words that betray us both.
She talks too much and insists that,
there are others who dream and believe, as we do.
Why do I feel like I must keep silent and
Let her do all of the talking?
With Pen, she speaks;
with sword, she conquers.
I am her vessel and I must let her pour.
David Wier OBE started out with a crowd of only five,
Watching him race in the fast track events very alive,
In the swift wheelchair races, as he is spinally injured,
From his birth, and could not use his legs anchored.
Disappointed with these Paralympics in Atlanta 1996,
Dignity did beckon him to ask people then to quickly fix,
This sheer ignorance about the worth of disabled folks,
So that the crowds then came, and disability was talks.
He’s a marathon racer and so won London six times,
He won two golds at the 2008 Beijing summertimes,
He won four golds at the 2012 Paralympics of flares,
Three for track, and one for the marathon that wares.
He succeeded in the Great North Runs with records,
And in the Great Manchester runs, like many Concords,
And has flown to Switzerland for the Oensingen run,
And to New York as well as to Portugal, Lisbon of sun.
Baroness Tanni-Gray Thompson inspired his long days,
The female wheelchair racer who won 16 medals, daze,
At the Paralympics, starting in Seoul in 1988 with speed,
She took the crowd to a very certain magic place indeed.
Twice he has won the British Wheelchair Sports Award,
He was disabled sports personality of the year, forward,
In 2006 as he was named, and in 2010 proud and tall,
He became part of the London Youth Games Fame Hall.
Wier has three kids, two with his present partner Emily,
A boy and two girls, and to Emily he’s not an anomaly,
Because he loves her very much, and who’s yet again,
Pregnant with baby, and so won’t being going to Rio ken.
From the valley of mountains to the river banks,
Just hold my hand and walk along.
Witness the rising sun in the appealing dawn,
Let the monsoon wind blow your hair
Let the morning star stare this face -
Like the moon, lovely and fair.
In the evening when we'll sit together -
On the chairs of rocks far away from crowd
But to the horizon it's so closer.
And when you lean your head on my arms,
Like The time of dusk just moving slower,
Under the green red sky and few stars,
Smiling faces, beating hearts but the talks are over
When we'll walk along the rivers -
Besides the rising sun and glittering water
With joyous mind you murmur the songs,
And the swans flying in, leaving all fear.
Cream white gown embellished with pearls
And The reddish scarf which you wear
Just walk along holding the hands
From the valley of mountains to the river banks
Terrorized
Abused and vaporized
The two village clocks
Point their hands at me
While I spiral down an empty well
Nauseous and waiting to burst
I point my eyes upwards
Into the blackness
Where is that candle
That flashlight
That hint of bright
Everyone talks about
When does one reach the end
Like they say
Of the road
Long overdue
And not a hint of midnight yet
I release one more primal scream
Beg the dream walker to leave my eyes shut
He neither cooperates or cares
Life is neither a gift or a blessing
It’s a treacherous climb
Up a glass wall
Followed by an inevitable downward slide
I breathe
The fowl air of the rooster’s call
Another early morning rise
And still
not even a shine.
Tue Feb 25 2020
He walks with me
Always in stride with me
Never too far in front
And never lagging behind
His step is just right
Always in step, at a pace
That is filled with confidence
And amazing grace
He talks with me
Always hearing my prayers
Never interrupting
Knowing when I leave anything out
Abiding there with me
Forever filling my heart
With assurance that He will
Guide me, stay beside me
Forever comforting and supporting
In His wisdom, He breathes
Encouragement, a guarantee
That He is the One
In whom I can believe
He shines His light
Into my soul – where I know
He sees all that I feel
Everything I think and every sound
That makes me who I am
He shines His light into me
Where I can’t even see
Allowing me the chance to be
His friend, His light, His child
The one who knows He is
Everything that I’ll ever need
He is the One I need
Through the good and the bad
The happy and the sad
Through glories and gladness
In laughter and tears
Through storms and fears
All through the years
I need His love from above
To reach down through the sky
Flash stars in my eyes
And color His child
In music that brings life
Songs of comfort and delight
Providing grace and insight
Assuring me that He is mine
AND – I am HIS
A woman quite delusional
Believes, beyond the pale,
Obama and her dad were friends
And yes, she went to Yale.
Her son’s employed at Apple
Though he’s only twelve years old
And she’s so convincing when she talks,
Some listeners are sold.
She’s flying to D.C. today
For meetings to attend
As a video consultant;
Oh, the stories never end.
Though looking normal, it is clear
Her mind is not quite right
And if any would dare challenge her,
She’s ready for a fight.
Delusions keep some going,
Though I’ll never understand
How they reach the point reality’s
So far from their command.
"Beautiful Heart"
Miikawaadizi
Kindhearted, thoughtful, courteous, trustworthy
Daughter of Jacqueline and Conrad (address Heaven)
Lover of my Ojibwa grandma, beloved husband, and baby boy (gone)
Who feels blessed by God, blessed with words, and with good memories
Who fears floods, wild winds, and earthquakes
Who would like to see no wars, justice for First Nation People's, no prejudice
Resident of this great big wonderful World
Ode
I have a really precious kitty cat by the name of Snuggles Kitty,
she is so soft and fluffy- she purrs all the time and talks a lot;
I have to admit she is like my child and makes me feel good,
she sleeps, she plays, she meows and she is sort of naughty !
Love has emotions for all kinds of reasons
Love can last forever or only for a season
Love is like a toy it can leave you spinning
Love is felt early, at times from the very beginning
Love brings disappointment, tears and sadness
Love brings joy, smiles and gladness
Love brings messages through phone, mail and text
Love has you wondering what he'll say next
Love brings fusses and sometimes a fight
Break up today, make up tonight
Love brings talks and walks in the park
Love brings holding hands on the porch in the dark
Love brings two together as one
Love is when silly can be so much fun
Love makes a heart have an irregular beat
Love makes you clip his toenails and massage his feet
Love brings questions where you guess the answer
Love is a disease that can spread like cancer
It grows all over from head to toe
It makes you tell the world you love that person so
And even at night when you are not together
Love brings you to that person, no matter wherever
And before you go to sleep after a long, hard day
You thank God for the love He has sent your way