Long Wipers Poems

"You really wanna know? Cause I'll tell ya if you really wanna know. You'll be thinkin' I'm crazy before I'm done, but I'll tell ya... ifn' you really wanna know."

The day started like any other,...

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Here's the scoop, friends...
   This is, as indicated, the 1st HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. The 2nd half had to be posted separately due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations. No other way...

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Splat

Explosions do not always signify combustion but often combustion arrives after many years of layering the layers and tightly packing. Thus meaning that a fried piece of fat could slip and burst out of the...

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My name is Tom Cunningham, I’m retired now but thirty six years ago I had a very strange experience that I have never mentioned to anyone until now.
It was November the seventh, nineteen eighty six,...

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h when i was truth i fell
drew boy i grew up
still def still be a cre4ators tool
wipers for the pain tears drop
fear not, fret no baby worrys from the devil. whispers on my ear xrtays...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXXVI

IF ever I had a Country with or without any " Wood " in the aching aping Film Industry
And if ever (you know the refrain by now) I...

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We danced in the downpour

The rains falls
not hard, more of a drizzle
this late Winter night
leaning on the light post
across the street,
watching the light in your window,
glowing slats through mini blinds,
outlines of your silhouette,
damp steel seeping...

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Pausing on a late trip to South Dakota
I pulled off of the highway
Somewhere in Kansas
And shut off the lights
Reflecting that it might be good
To clear the windshield of bug carcasses
That were only being smeared 
Into...

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July 4, 1961

           Well HELLO MARY LOU, 

You won’t believe this but I just HEARD IT THROUGH THE GRAPEVINE that someone else was 
getting a...

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The weight beheld his shoulders slump,
The cries this world on him so dump,
Threats beseige his state that made,
His own lay wait with graveyard spade.

Prayers abound a'lofties roof,
His tears and toil in blood-sweat proof,
Strength beheld a'lonely...

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Author's note: This is an epic length poem that will have to be split into parts and will be serialized in successive posts.


PART 1

the highway's double line snakes in 
and out of my headlights
they searchlight...

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Their dad had had a heart attack 
since they had seen him last.
In May they said, "Let's visit him,
cuz time's a passing fast."

He doesn't drive, he sold his car
so he'll not come to us.
and we...

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Heavy buckets of rain..
Falling from the sky
An explosion of heavy downpours..
A cold chilling night ..
feeling the bone chilling cold..

The sound of pouring rain is a safe haven..
When indoors..
Warm and cozy at home..
Homebound for the night..
Feeling...

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The fragrance of possums is a kit of great virtue bathed and lit by an orange green hue. Display not weapons in weather fuelled skies. Thin thunder is unwelcome in a booming bass rhythm and...

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A feather blowing in the wind, no directions it has no friends unsure of where it will meet its end, only sure of where it begin it used to be part of a great beast...

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Dictionary in hand Bobbies
     manned state of the spy craft created
strategic peripheral outposts
     a comma dated,

(sans syntax garnered monies) equated
justifiable to build galley ma free
  ...

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Got yourself some new wheels, huh?
I can hear the squeals of rubber burning
I cough exhaust…left behind, oh gosh! I’m holding just a pile of dented fenders…
suspended… Your bucks spent. Engine Red..that foreign bred truck! 
Snap,...

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All of our lives changed for good.
We’d all change it if we could.
We’d all bring back Clay,
For just another day.
Oh, all the things we would say.
If we knew,
He’d never see the next morning dew.
The hardest...

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So as we know, a U-Haul is used to transport “stuff” that you are not ready to let go, stuff that you want to hold on to and bring from one destination to another. But...

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5/16/22



Here let me paint you a drawing
My skin crawling
Something stirring and calling
As the leaves begin falling
It's appalling
That people are always squabbling
And gossiping
Yet another mauling
It's no longer enthralling
The temperature of the water freezing or scalding
People aging,...

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"The music in my heart is from the tolling of the bell"



I drove in silence, watching the road closely as it coiled along the rocky coastline, occasionally flipping on the wipers to remove the sea...

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Worse Than Christine

I am a glutton for punishment, as you shall soon see,
I had an Austin Healey Sprite, or more rightly, it had Me!

Had I looked up the name in Webster’s, I would have known,...

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Two thousand years ago,
when Jesus Christ walked the earth
He brought the kingdom of God message,
delivered it to every front door
The Lord healed the sick and broken-hearted,
cast out the devils and fed the poor
Jesus gave of...

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It was close to Christmas time and late afternoon when our plane arrived in Nashville. My father-in-law, who had been waiting, greeted us with hugs, then shepherded us all out to his van. Usually we’d...

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Thank God, for toilet paper.
And thank God, we're butt wipers.
Leaves no smell on the hands, leaves no smell on the seats.
We may be together clean and neat.
So, it's no discrete to feel and be complete.
Just...

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