Long Throws Poems
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Can I show you the real me
without you being screamish
Can I show you who I am
without causing an alarm
Can I reveal myself too you
without fear or harm
Can I be naked in front of you
Mind body and soul
Can my spirit man speak out to you
Loud and bold
Can I be frighten
and you don't take offense
If the little girl in me is shy,
emotional, cries and throws a foot
Will you be patience
If I want to take my time or
Will you run with me
Cause I'm on my last dime
Will you nourish me
as gentle as you could
Knowing that I am fragile
Yet strong as ox wood
I ask these things cause
I want to know in advance
could you.... would you...
if I gave you a chance
Form:
ALL ALONE AM I ON THIS MYTHICAL EVE
ALL ALONE WITH MY MIND
AND THE THOUGHTS I CONCEIVE
ALL ALONE WITH THE SHADOWS
THAT DANCE ON THE FLOOR
AND THE RAVEN THAT STARES
FROM THE TOP OF MY DOOR
GOBLINS AND DEMONS ARE IN MY HALL
AND GHOSTS OF THE PAST ARE ON MY WALL
THE STORM OUTSIDE THROWS FLASHES OF LIGHT
THAT SHOWS ALL THE MONSTERS THAT WALK IN THE NIGHT
AND NOW A SUDDEN KNOCK ON MY DOOR
JUST LOUD ENOUGH SO AS NOT TO IGNORE
MAYBE A DEMON OR WITCH WANTS IN
OR MAYBE A MAN WITH A WICKED GRIN
THROUGH THE SHADOWS I CREEP
TOWARDS THE EBONY DOOR
THROUGH THE PEEP HOLE I PEEP
BUT THERE’S NOT TO EXPLORE
AND THEN FROM THE DARK
COMES A SHADOWY FACE
WITH A HAT ON ITS HEAD
AND A COLLAR OF LACE
NO MORE THEN MAYBE THREE FEET TALL
WITH A CAPE OF CRIMSON
AND A PURPLE SHAWL
IT SPOKE WITH A HIGH AND SQUEAKY SOUND
THE WORDS WERE SIMPLE AND NOT TO PROFOUND
TRICK OR TREAT IT SAID
THAT I HEARD WITH MY EARS
BUT YET THE SMALL FORM
DID NOT LOSE MY FEARS
AND THEN FROM BEHIND IT
THERE CAME SEVERAL MORE
I COUNTED THREE
WHICH NOW MADE THEM FOUR
MY HEAD SHOOK WITH FEAR
AS NOW THEY WALKED NEAR
WITH THE BAGS IN THEIR HANDS
AND NEFARIOUS PLANS
THEY MIGHT TAKE MY HEAD
WELL AFTER I’M DEAD
OR ENTER MY HOUSE
LIKE A STEALTHY YOUNG MOUSE
THEN CAME A CHORUS OF REPEATED SOUND
TRICK OR TREAT, TRICK OR TREAT
AS THEY DANCED ON THE GROUND
IS IT HALLOWEEN?
I SAID WITH A TREMBLE
YOU'RE NOT MONSTERS OR GOBLINS
ALL HERE TO ASSEMBLE?
YOU WON’T BREAK MY BONES
OR DRINK ALL MY BLOOD?
YOU WON’T SLAM ME DOWN
WITH A MIGHTY LOUD THUD?
TRICK OR TREAT, TRICK OR TREAT
THEY SAID ONCE AGAIN
JUST GIVE US THE GOODS
AND WE’LL MAKE YOU OUR FRIEND
I PULLED FROM MY POCKET
FOUR ONE DOLLAR BILLS
THAT’S ALL I HAVE
I SAID THROUGH MY CHILLS
NO CANDY HAVE I
OR SWEET THINGS TO EAT
JUST POTATO’S AND CORN AND
TWO DAY OLD MEAT
BUT SOME MONEY I GIVE
IF YOU’LL JUST LET ME LIVE
WE’RE JUST KIDS THEY SAID
AS THEIR LAUGHTER WAS CLEAR
WE WON’T HURT A SOUL
OR CAUSE THEM MORE FEAR
THANK YOU SIR
FOR THE ONE DOLLAR BILL
NOW WE’LL BE GONE
AS THEY RAN DOWN THE HILL
INTO MY HOUSE
I TURNED WITH CONFUSION
KNOWING NOW THAT ALL
WAS ILLUSION
A DEEP BREATH I TOOK
AS I CLOSED THE DOOR
THE DRUGS THAT I TOOK
WELL………NEVERMORE
Too soon, the world is awake
ready to take on the day.
Laid back, waiting for the sunrise
the wood sings with awakened life.
Before dawn, the meadowlark calls
greeting the day, long before it arrives.
Moon shadows cast trunks and limbs
tall and regal on the earth.
Too soon, the stilled silence and peace
is broken and noise creeps in.
Impatiently anxious, the world i tossed into the throws
of want and need and desire.
Sun rise peeks, low and orange on the horizon
and light is reborn and takes over day.
Night hovers in the west
bidding good morning and slips stealth away.
Too soon, the earth revolves
rotating like hands of a clock,
Marking time and moving forward
never looking back.
The saying is
"time waits for no man" or woman either.
Too soon, too late the day is spent
and night arrives.
The cancer ward.
We sat in the waiting room, of elderly people, with cancer
we had had surgery now we waited to see if it had been successful
A name was called a man on crutches rose, tried to look dignified
not easy on walking aids.
I thought, if I wait, so he comes out if he throws the canes away
it will be a great day; quite biblical.
My name was called; I got up from my chair, slowly, stretched
like a man without any worries.
Theatrical, I had a captive audience.
Cabinet 24, I took off my t-shirt and laid down on a bench
A doctor came in, cast a side glance at me, looked into a computer
nodded his head, gave instructions to the nurse and left.
Bastard!
He had no bedside manners must be a busy surgeon.
A nurse, with a motherly smile, removed the stitches and told me
the tumor had been removed, but I had to come back for a check-up
in three weeks, time
Back in the waiting room, I said to my wife, ok, darling, let’s go for a coffee.
Were you nervous, she asked. Me! I’m the king of cool.
Ruined by puddles of porch rain
before you had a chance to bring it,
much less break it in;
The robotic reply of ‘Order canceled.
Your item is out of stock. Refunded.’
throws you into a total panic;
As far away as it seems,
there was a world before Amazon;
A girls day of enraptured perusing,
labels brand boxes and Big Brown bags;
A flurry of stores flowing with specialities
speak to patrons who pause then pay them;
Pulling apart plastic to try that purchase,
nothing feels quite like retail therapy;
Pivot from store to store bargain hunting,
in the end you always leave with something;
As far away as it seems,
there was a world before Amazon;
At the mall you don’t need patience,
just indulge instant gratification;
No need for a new notification;
Online is simple, until it isn’t.
If we were forced to let computers go?
We’d still keep spinning and shopping.
As far away as it seems,
there was a world before Amazon.
Flying down the road
Your head's about to explode
And your mind is spinning dizzy
Heavy on the pedal
Blasting heavy metal
Your eyes are glazed fizzy
She's all you got and you want her
She's on the run
You'll drive through hell to find her
Life is all we got so live it
Trust is all we want so give it
Love is all we seek so find it
Time is on her side
Your heart is full of lies
You were so easy
She took all the cash
She left with your stash
The cops are going to catch you
You never ask for much
You only want it all
Flashing lights are behind you
Sirens start to blast
You speed toward your past
Roadblocks will confine you
Like hitting a brick wall
Bullets spray your fall
Spinning out of control
Your body the impact throws
Your car explodes
Fireball!
On the evening news
Before she begins to snooze
She has her carry on
In a silver plane
She's won the game
Everyone believes
The dirty money burned
From your dirty deeds
She got away
She's going to play
Spain is so pretty in May.
Winged Lessons
by Odin Roark
Sitting astride his backpack,
A roadside nomadic looked up from his book.
The sun oppressing,
The sand distressing,
The bird noise progressing.
“From where came your right
To straddle fence wire and incessantly complain
With pompous cawing at a resting traveler,
As if he didn’t belong?
Who made you judge and jury for speeding cars
Trying to avoid your missile-like whitewash
As they chase setting suns
And see me only as a roadside shadow?
What do you know of windblown highway ditches as nightly shelter,
Or roadside memorials of white-cross remembrances,
All kinds of lives suddenly stopped?
Rather than making all that commotion,
Wouldn’t you be better off listening a little more,
Enjoying the fluttering quiet of those beautiful black-opal wings,
As you swoop in on sign posts and rusted-out abandoned cars?
What’s with your nasty disposition, anyway?
And why aren’t you carrying on like the raven you are,
Instead of the your noisy lessor specie, the crow?
Oh never mind.
Just shove off.
Let me have some peace
While I work through Poe’s take on your gnarly purpose.
Better still, just shut up and listen.”
‘And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!’
“See what I mean…
Maybe this Poe fella is trying to explain
Neither one of us is gonna live forever,
So…”
OUR HOUSE OUR HOME
All my years I have been a sensitive soul,
But life throws curved balls- things take their toll,
However, if I’m handled with a touch of magic
And kindness,
I look upon this approach as being priceless!
I’m having a hard time adjusting,
I need you to be bursting
With understanding,
For my re-adjusting!
A huge house, built on almost
An acre,
My garden which I tenderly landscaped,
To be left behind, is a true shaker,
To my very core, I prayed to Our Maker
To guide me and hold both my hands,
He always supports me and by me stands,
I hear Him whispering to me,
Be brave, soon it will all come to be!
I suddenly see a vision of my wonderful Dad,
Who has always been my guardian angel,
In life,
During happy times and strife,
And with his dying breath,
Moments before his death,
Said, I could face anything that crossed
My path,
Handle challenges thoughtfully, carefully,
He quietly said, with a token of mirth.
He knew that I would always try my best,
And that God would help me with the rest!
Now settled in the cosiest, cutest of homes,
With A small fairy like garden, brought my
Favorite pots and even our garden gnomes!
When playing basketball
being tall is best it's thought
but that's not all
wearing saggy baggy shorts on the court
needs keen hand-eye coordination
plus being fleet of foot
and have no quibble with dunk or dribble
if through the hoop a Wilson you wish to put.
As for American football
boring from the sideline I find
it's more talk less action
namby-pamby as opposed to rugby
which is wilder less calmer
and without all the body armour
now there's a game with some traction.
America's pastime baseball
is another matter
whether pitcher or batter
with Rawlings or Slugger
when on the mound I have found
unlike soccer or rugger
before a ball the hurler throws
and the pitch is hit or caught with a mitt
first rearrange the private parts in public
twitch the cap and then spit.
I have a wife and I've had enough of her.
She really hates people who wear furs.
She receives much criticism and complaints.
She always covers people's furs with paint.
She constantly gets arrested and goes to jail.
I'm sick of having to come up with the bail.
She threw paint on Hulk Hogan's wife's fur.
Hulk Hogan got mad at me instead of her.
He was so mad that we came to blows.
With just one punch, he crushed my nose.
She throws paint on furs in fur shops as well.
I have to buy the furs they can no longer sell.
If she was weak minded, I would use the Force.
I would use it to make her grant me a divorce.
If I have to put up with anymore, I'll go insane.
I need a hitman because my wife is such a pain.