Long Twin Poems
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I dial Dad, in early morning.
The youngest of three
in her family, his birth-day twin,
his cousin passed away.
I look at the snow covered branches
as the sun comes up, this side of heaven.
Should my heart be heavy, tears
streaming down?
They’d only freeze at these temperatures,
and slide down the slippery slope
of my steep driveway.
My grand wanted to escape his home,
yesterday, but I couldn’t chance
to end up in a ditch across the street.
He flapped his wings to make an angel
in the snow, but didn’t get enough time
outside; I thought they’d wear him out;
where did childhood go?
I remember the feel of frozen cheeks,
sledding down hills (he so wanted that!);
can’t judge. Each household runs
on its own steam of responsibility,
but, oh, how I wish for him, he could
have stayed out late, slipping and
sliding, agape…how much do kids
miss out today; why can’t they play
outside of virtual reality. Oh, has
Cousin J. been set free to fly
in whatever way her heart desires?
Hope so, and with my mom,
and Aunt J. too; enjoying her rest.
God bless!
"Terraforming"
She creates her new world
crackling life between her thighs
birthing the pains of man
ever constant terraforming
she reigns
magnanimously
in her power
holding his imagination
in her warm palms
like twin marbles burning;
Sun and Moon kiss
in his field of dreams
She’s terraforming
ubiquitously his horizon
each and every morning
diamond hard she wears him
he's receiving callibrations
a measurement of risk,
she flies with new wings
piercing jade blades
through his windows
Goddess rides his Blue Skies
holding his
hot piece of art
there arrives two smiles
in riotous celebration
massaging
cabin fever hearts
twin deities
divine salves
blessed and damned in
the morning
awaking their new
celestial migration
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"The Weather" / Pond
https://youtu.be/gS-bqTWOuKI
1. Terraforming
2. Magnanimous
3. Ubiquitous
4. Lyrics
https://genius.com/Pond-the-weather-lyrics
In the fading heat of a waning falling October night
Trick and Treat travel on their broomstick’s front seat
high speed velocity twin turbo engines in roaring flight
‘We must beat others to hallowed doors and beat defeat’
‘No one must impede our finely tuned Quidditch’s path’
Speeding on angel gas enriched with technology’s potion
they whiz through the busy sky have projected their math
have hacked air control have consulted internet motion
At a gate of a palace of fine marble and extravagant riches
old Scrooge bickers ‘in my day we were lucky to get an orange
and maybe a piece of coal you two modern and greedy es
I have something to teach you a lesson for I am The Gorringe’
Here is a coin ‘that’s the way the money goes pop goes the weasel’
At the Eagle Tavern Scrooge has prepared for revenge in delight
the landlord fills Trick’s and Treat’s goblets from a decanter of diesel
‘Have one for the road you measly creatures please don’t get a fright’
Despite all mod cons they are suddenly grounded high on the fuel
hallucinate happily have glorious visions of hot sausage and mustard
while there in the mood already dream of the forthcoming Pagan Yule
nothing worse than going cold turkey but they imagine cold jelly and custard
When Trick and Treat crash from above because their parachute fails
the old man in his wisdom chuckles to himself because he is still standing
his bones are crackling but a sound mind feeds on the moral the story entails:
‘If you underestimate seasoned wisdom there might be an unhappy ending’
30th October 2018
In my garden I am often ankle deep in peace
And my head is fleshed within the mind of God
When each day I root out weeds and dead growth
I remember the work still to do with sins remaining
Lying in the regions of roots and worms and serpents
And my soul feels the pull of the garden’s twin in paradise
And knows it can’t stay here much longer in the mud below
Suspended outside together with the poisoned demons
Breathing the same air as the malevolent hemlock
Swinging to the wicked rhythm of a perverse dark breeze
In the abandoned corner of this twin garden hiding
Hanging heavy in the land of the Harlot and the Unclean.
My daddy built me a tree house in the top of twin cottonwood trees
I wondered if he knew what he was doing at first, for I watched every step
He started with a wooden garage door and cut two squares out of the sides.
I said nothing, being ten, respectful, and knowing better. This was 1962.
I was amazed when he pushed that door down into those trees.
It was a marvelous fit. This was the floor of the best treehouse in the world.
The bark of a cottonwood is white with gray slivers, and it holds lots of ants.
I spent three or four summers in that treehouse reading books.
I read biographies, mysteries, and books on the supernatural.
Sometimes I took a sandwich up, and something to drink.
Don’t ask me how I got the drink up there, because I do not remember.
My identical twin stayed in the house to vacuum, dust, clean, and bake.
Spied on neighbors from this blind; watched them hang out their clothes.
Listened the Dellabettas argue in their beautifully fast Italian language.
Heard my mother laughing with her friend Pat. They had fabulous laughs.
These memories make me smile; I emphatically loved that treehouse!
'Creak creak' says
The old rocking chair
On a tiny old wooden porch
'Aawk aawk' says
The old crow as it
Flies steadily to the north
'Cock-a-doodle-do' says
The red rooster as he clucks
The new day in at half past four
Arise! Coffee's brewing
eggs and bacon on the stove
Hurry! Grab your baskets
Time for pickin' in the grove
Bring your pail out to the barn
Milk the cow and churn butter
Gather a stack of hay in your arms
Feed the baby hereford and his twin brother
Oh what a life in the country
So much work but so much play
When harvest comes there's always such bounty
It's the good Lord we thank each and every day
I have witnessed a beautiful sunrise
Sat in awe of an exquisite set
Tasted wine from the greatest vineyards
A few moments I won't forget
Crystal clear blue oceans
Caressed my gingerbread skin
Shimmery coconut lotions
Aroma, enhanced by gentle winds
Enjoyed the hustle of city life
A pretty penny in my pocket
Felt love and security of being a wife
But you can bet that I can top it
Like two parallel pink lines
The birth of a doting mother
The love of two, intertwined
Creating yet another
The sensation of our creation
Jostling about inside my belly
A speck from penetration
A touch of you and piece of me
Laying on a twin size bed
Needles and nurses, in and out
The doctor sees a head
Perfection without a doubt
Trembling arms cradle you
Eyes wide open, you study me
There is nothing more I want to do
No place I'd rather be
Bartered tears with your love adorn
Twin streams from pure, spring founts born
Sappy pores gushing with showers of contrition on christening morn
Exchanged with vows that o'er time were weathered and torn
Briny waves of doubt crested; fealties' banks shorn
Now bottled memories silted with salty tears forlorn
Eroding tear ducts inundated and with passing time worn
Brackish vapor distilled with rotting dreams; with nauseous fumes borne
Corroded promises mired in a dry bed of scorn
Cloaked in callous foliage spited with thistle and thorn
Meeting at the jaded fork; once vibrant streams solemnly mourn
Stagnant puddles awaiting reincarnation; at next season's fertile rains reborn
It feels like I’m somewhere
Stuck in a foreign place
And I cling to a million days
Crammed in an invisible jar
Of my faithful wishes anchored
To one Star
I guess I am bound to stay
Even if the footsteps are unheard
Light years away
Because the jury of Divine will
Has done my heart a sealed deal
And I must agree to conform
As everything else in the Universe
Takes enough time to form
How do you wait without waiting
When we’re the world that can’t refuse wanting?
Should I become one of the sand grains lying ashore
And turning a blind eye to the ocean I adore?
Or am I actually the wind that leads the waves
To ebb and flow as much as we are both
Trying and then letting go?
I'm down on the ground,
My brain starts to pound,
It may not be fun,
But ten seconds aren't done.
10 seconds remain.
I still have time,
To arise again,
The timer hasnt hit ten,
Time isn't my friend,
8 seconds remain.
I punch hard, I kick,
I choke, I feel sick.
I try to yell, over the incessant chants,
This is the last time, my last chance.
Five seconds remain.
I call out, my plight.
I never wanted this fight.
I press up with all my might,
I feel progress, my eyes are losing their light.
Three seconds remain.
It all hurts, to breathe,
Under my worst foe, I am beneath.
For it is no human, it's within me.
I need to get up, to be free.
But it isn't over, I can win,
I push against that evil twin,
The sadness loses hold, I can get up.
One second remains.