Long Temp Poems
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The birth of Springtime in ways it’s seeming,
Fresh from the hive, the bees will now fly fine.
Surges of honey drops, it’s been teeming.
Pollen from honeysuckle on the vine.
Premonitions temp the mindful senses.
Lilies perfection slides over the green.
Softly heighten most wildly defences.
White forget-me-nots blossoms will be seen
On coloured wings, in sweet violet groves.
Sun flowers blooming with yellow desires.
Thoughts wonder, mid softly, plentiful troves.
Poetry flowed while the poet conspires.
With trickling gold frost symphonies explored,
The onset of Spring beauty has restored.
Love affair
Heart to heart transactions in the air
It was a large Banking Corporation Office Tower in New York City
Eyes met
Tony and Regina’s dating set
No With drawl
Tony and Regina worked as Temps for the same agency
Worked in different departments within Investment Management Group of Stocks and Bonds
There was definitely a love thing
However, it was noticeable and plenty of observation
A regular employee of the bank stated, “Tony and Regina have romance going on
It didn’t matter, love was love
I can assure you, Tony and Regina felt it was everything to think of
They even went to Bloomingdale’s 59 and they joked around
In fact, there was this long dinner table fit for a mansion, and Tony played like he was rich and having an elegant affair, and it was a sensation
Not only was Regina impressed, there was an audience that wasn’t expected
Applaud love and Regina behind it
Nonetheless, love story genuine
Suddenly love took a down turn
Not on Regina’s part as my temp assignment had come to an end that day
Regina was out sick
We were so busy dating, and never exchanged phone numbers
Heart struck
Love search
The outlook for the coming week
Socially hot with a wave of heat
Love is fair, fine with expected sun
Finances however overcast but rain there's none
Health this week foggy with low lying cloud
The weekend expect lightning and thunder that's loud
The extended outlook it's fair to say
Varies by the season, month and day
Summer this year to love brings doubt
Hot, dry and dusty, somewhat of a drought
Socially you'll reach maximum temp
Tropical storms are likely and they're meant
Finances look bright, calm and clear
But health may be blustery with arctic air
The months in spring a likely rainbow
Socially you're tired as cloud lies low
Love could be foggy and a likely frost
Poor visibility brings financial loss
The barometer gives an accurate measure
Health is suffering from high pressure
Winter expect blizzards and snow
Socially too cold you won't want to go
Love has a warning gale force wind
Finances will continue in a cyclonic spin
Health can expect the bitterly cold
Snowstorms and snowflakes you just want to hold
Autumn the climate sure does change
Socially there are twisters that'll rearrange
Love can bring a storm of dust
Beware of this as it's just lust
Finances they may just evaporate
This warning however has no date
Intermittent rain describes your health
But the forecast predicts just be yourself!
Every morning at a quarter to six, I can hear my he him trotting down the hallway to the bed where I lay, shriveled up under my weighted blanket, so fat and un-tall.
There’s a part of me that should feel sorry for my little Cowboy husband Joe, but the other part is as angry as Sophie Dog, who snarls and snaps when she hears him in the hall.
“Time to get up!” he says in a sing-songy way, being a nice guy, who truly, only ever wanted to be a child, outside, who could laugh and play like a kid with honey bun food.
“Son of a mule’s *******,” I say, in the kindest cowboy-kind of way, knowing he’s going to feed Shark next, and he’d better tip toe as I am in that kind of I-HATE-EVERYBODY-KIND-of-Mood.
Big Joe.
Big Joe.
Big Bad Joe.
“I saw that the baby opossum on the porch was out of food again, so I banged on the window, and he ran off with that little hop-skip he has,” Joe babbles on. “After he left, I took some cat food out. He’s eating it now.” Joe is wearing his best hat, and boots, but I don’t give them no mind.
Son of a horse’s behind, does he always have to yap like a coy dog? I think as I try to get a growling Sophie dog’s butt off of the covers I’m trying to put back over my head, so I can have some peace and QUIET; “Get OUT OF HERE!” I yell, I’m 11 minutes behind!”
Big Joe.
Big Joe.
Big Bad Joe.
Sophie and I get woked up three more times by him, and we chase him out each time, baring our teeth. It reminds me of my early days with my mother who used to be just this damned happy and annoying in the morning. She used to give us pancake rolls. Which means she used to jump on our bed and roll on us making us extra angry before we left for school.
The last time, the final time, the I mean it this time, he brings me my usual Chuck Wagon Caren is hungry as a giant Stegosaurus on speed breakfast. Five pounds of hash-browns, a three egg omelet with bacon, and it damn well better be the exact temp I like, he has learned the hard way Sophie and I are
Very particular about the temp of our bacon. He takes off his 10 gallon hat, sitting it on the bed, and says “anything else, my ladies?” Before we can speak, he magically produces my jalapeno peppers which we dump lavishly over our hash-browns. Yes, he is the perfect cowboy for this fool.
Big Joe.
Big Joe.
Big Bad Joe.
Lahaina leveled.. We see and hear; official tears
And maybe smears?? Melted glass temp 2000c.!
Yet plastic bins survived and also many trees?
(Thiugh dead inside?) one right
Above where two houses stood, metal car rims melted,
Things dont look; like they should.? Some firefighters
Say they have never worked..' And seen this kind of stuff
In spoteaneous events, so whats) or whos at work?? On
Some fiveteen fires this patterns been seen.' Not just
Random stuff, glad there are some out there keen. To see
What others arn't reporting.' Like garbage cans missing yet
No pools of plastic, to such lengths of searching they have
Resorted.' I hear the guvernor has passed ( a no sunshine
Law?) Its to block inhabitants reporting.? That must get
Them sore..' So many lost familiy lives and homes, when
They need compassion to recount.' To attempt a closure.?
Yet they find that opportunity (is owned?) I cant reconcile I
Can't apply usual values here: is it just absurd to even try?
HAIKU #1-14 (Taken from my files totaling 12,016 haiku, started in 2/9/06)
Ants red as wine A black spider seem to own
dine on yellow nectar squatter's rights right on
from a juicy mango. our front porch.
Day of rain and A quiet gentle breeze brought
zero visibility, then thoughts of Belize and
pastel evening sky. New York's Hudson.
Morning draped in silk Drenched from his walk
of white as we await snow a lone man sat basking on
and sleet and cold rain. bench in sudden sunshine.
In dreariness of winter Driving home by night
my philodendron buds stands I fled the signal of a white
erect and frozen. hand hitchhiking.
Earth held in traction In temp of one hundred
by glistening silver moon a black bird basked
full like a balloon. in my shadow.
Blond rabbit pregnant In dark of night
with ***** often visit and With full moon bright
side with the husband military copters all in a row.
A spider sleeps all day In early morn my pen
then wake up and work poised like stillness of
at post twilight time. trees awaiting breeze.
I have had enough
Of traipsing around the shops
Looking at all the stuff
Stuff is what I call it
I don't know how else
That describes the tacky rubbish
That adorns every shelf
Where is the Christmas spirit
And the festive cheer
All I heard were moans and groans
Everything so dear
People look worried
Many looked concerned
Trying to make both ends meet
On money that they've earned
Perhaps it was the weather
The temp was 42
Shopping in the air-conned stores
Seemed the sensible thing to do
I could not blame the weather
That would be unfair
I suppose it didn't help
To stop the anxiousness out there
Young and old were sitting down
Resting and mopping their brow
Rubbing swollen ankles
Trying to get as much relief
As the heat would allow
I came back exhausted
Feeling hot and sad
Thoughts of Christmas of years gone by
And the joyous time we had
Everything was simple
Done with loving care
Most people were working class
Always ready to care
And share
With others who had even less
A spiritual feeling of kindness
And goodwill
Is it only me that feels this loss of divinity
Too much materialism
Too little Holy trinity
The season person comes around for a time and then has to leave
It’s not personal, so don’t take the absence as something done lightly or with ease
The season person just can’t stay forever, as it is time to sail
Because there are so many people living with anger, agony, sadness and despair
People ask about the season person, to see how they are doing as they rarely ask for help
At times they have a wide variety of skills, you could label as an apprentice or a temp
There to help those whose mind are in critical condition
Often times, put in multiple devastating life-scenarios to relate to the mind to know how it was formed and transitioned
The season person, is not for the faint hearted
As they often revisit what kept them in so much darkness
As they are often pulling others out and learning where it all began, where it all started
Realizing why others became so lost, so confused and so guarded
If they are not careful, their own darkness can latch on to them again, it can swallow them up over and over
Making their life like a pendulum swing motion and remaining alone as they need time to recover
You may never hear from the seasonal person again
As they learn more and experience more, they are forced to level up and energy can become more intense
Believe me when I say they will always care about you
And you will always have a place in their hearts and can always reach out if you are feeling a little blue
A loner walks down lover’s street
Passing by all the vendors where they used to eat
And all the big green bushes where they used to play hide and seek
And lookin at our bench where they carved their initials and kissed
Oh my knees get sooo week
Each time i pass that park adjacent creek
All those years i gave to you were waste
You packed it up and left me in haste
I did nothing wrong
I’m now in agony
All I can do is write a sad song
About how you abandoned me
My momma told me my love’s frivolous
Nobody was good enough for her baby boy
I told her what we had was marvelous
Yet you broke my heart like your old favourite toy
I look through the evidence and cant figure out why
Each night spent with you was such a high
Then you never even said goodbye
You burnt my heart, I take it to the surgeons to debride
But there was no healthy tissue left for them to find
The grass was green and the temp was 24
I breathed in the clean air and picked up my phone
There’s nothing better than being 22 in love
Unless you’re 22 and you’ve just been dumped
I grieved the future i dreamed for us
We would have happiness and been joyous so much
And the three kids we could have had
If only you were better than bad
Our first date you gave me a red rose
We spoke and discovered we shared the same favourite shows
Now that rose has nothing but thorns
Your love bomb has now left me love-lorn
We never worked in tandem
All our supposed fate was quite random
Return my heart, whats your ransom?
I guarantee you’ll never find another quite as handsome
No matter how much you would search
You’ll never find another who’ll love you as much
At night you are the actress starring in my dreams
I see you and then I promptly scream
“Did you even know you were the yang to my yin”
But everytime i see you now I remember how much of you I miss
Daddy says,” Its gonna be ok son”
But how will it be fine if i just lost the one
I see you now and then in our favourite restaurant
You come with your fiance and then your big rock you flaunt
I wish I wouldn’t see your face
But our are simply sooo intertwined
You get married like its a race
I am gonna be eternally behind
"Paint in silence”
“The Weight of Temp”
Colour your canvas and spill your Art
shake and awaken many a heart
Untether your soul
from your whole
escape mundane and time
and let your brush rhyme
Have Man radiate
pour oil colours on his trait
Carve his seized dreams
and his insight of flowing streams
Let me read his cry of birth
and see the drops of tears on earth
A valiant core, the shell is worn
could not be broken, though torn
You display a challenging stand
behind a back forced to bend
*****
Radiant and on the wane
Bliss and pain
Loss and gain
A Life to hail
Trodden paths not in vain
Shall we complain?!
*****
Alienated and empty
but oozing out Faith and Beauty
Once hailing many a dawn
now only dusk to look on
Of resistance, endurance and devotion
bow in dignity to God’s laws of creation.
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Besma
August 6th, 2021