If I had my hammer the blows truly and swiftly would land.
Bereft of implement overlong and injurious my task.
The deed, parting and depriving me of it, from your need or greed?
The handshake; a gesture, a sign of good will
If feeble, it may hide intent that is ill
Or is it the grip of a mind that’s unsure
Or shyness in one who’s not met you before
The handshake that comes with a heart-warming smile
Each, seemingly held for an overlong while
Should leave one suspicious as that firm grip lingers
That the other hand features two tightly crossed fingers
They say that a handshake’s a contract of sorts
The sort that shall carry no weight in the courts
So seek my advice and I’ll offer you this
A handshake means no more than ‘sealed with a kiss.’
But a hearty, firm handshake is hard to resist
So long as the thumb doesn’t tickle your wrist
For if you do not pull away then I fear
The antlers you’ll wear… of a sacrificed deer
But is there a handshake that stands true and good
A handshake to trust in, that maybe we should
The answer is “Yes” as you welcome friends in
But “No” if they’re wearing a big cheesy grin.
I dig
My target throws sigh
But to clobber siege
I need to ping
To erect distinctive peg
You dig
Looking far the bridge
You seem having edge
You need go far-flung
Where is your colleague?
We dig
Best groove to clinch
Driving with efforts much
To elevate our urge
Need endorser(s) to bag
They dig
By virginal strength merge
Pledge-driven set them step-on-the-gas
Success to make marks
Not adequate of gang
He digs
Striving to reaching for star
Thinking of going faster
There is an adage
Stop thinking of dotage
Backup the seeming fig
She digs
Deeming it so overlong
Curiously wants to dodge
Wishes for early log
Ends up in marriage
He's enough an energy
If I'm not allowed to fall,
I can't learn to walk
Through peace with falling,
I rise again in strong faith
When I climb a mountain,
I see its lowest point
By peace with the lowest points,
all fears dissipate
Even while traveling,
I long to stand still
Thanks to such stops,
the journey feels more intense
Deep below my strength
I sense there is softness
Thanks to that softness,
much stronger I am
Do I choose to shine,
it illuminates what seems dark,
not remembered and
overlong unseen,
When I embrace with love,
everything that once fell
returns to a state
of purity
And just as I stand still,
I long to travel
Thanks to the traveling,
my path unfolds before me
Narrow but passable,
enlightened by love,
so if I do fall again?
Then I can only fall…
very softly
This room does not remember me.
Even when I pull the drapes
the bright sky
seems surprised by my alien eyes.
Some overlong nights
can unhinge you from time and place.
I have been ill,
the nightstand rattles with medications
and the bed is in recovery mode.
This walled-in dwelling
dwells apart from me,
it reluctantly makes way
for my substance
offering only a partial reality.
Who walks now
into my awakening space
as if they owned the place?
My familiarity is missing.
I am reflecting;
my thoughts flutter over a glass mind
as I piece together a history.
Perhaps I will explain myself later,
or by chance bump into my life,
meeting it again after lost years
astonished by how much this 'me'
has changed.
I am looking for a book I left
on a train back in 88.
A book concerning explorations made
on the Metropolitan line
between Harrow-On-The-Hill and Croxley.
An odyssey
only reaching its destination today
as I now circle low
over the Jovian moon Calisto.
Close to her sad old face
I can see that she was
a good mother and an unfaithful wife.
Diana, Zeus clad in the form of Artemis
all three orbiting a scandalous history
disguised as pulp fiction.
Her womb is full of dead stars now
but she shines by the light of Jupiter himself.
As predicted in an overlong story
they still circle round the same
orbit of West London,
where a book I had almost finished
must always lay completely unread
as a tale planted by the very God's
that stirred my younger mind
to be a train reading rider
in the first place.
As with all preludes
there is much mummery and mockery,
a delirious glee to be
just below the overhanging wave,
yet dry enough to prance
and mimic the oncoming monster.
Now the windowpane is dampened
by a stupor of uprooted clouds,
if you touch its cold bare face
a crushed lambency drains into fingertips,
like sand through an hourglass.
The sky has been secretly smoking,
it has now rubbed the earth
with a last glowing stub.
The cabin fire flares as the generator
coughs up stutters of apprehension.
“It’s going to be a big one,”
proclaims the sequestered voice
of a wind-up radio;
a nervous twist in the sudden hush
jangles a teacup.
The prelude is still prepping.
Goats have to bawl first,
The cat must count its fine bones
with each pensive lick.
The ‘far-away’ suddenly jumps at you,
even though you have been watching it
leap across your mind for hours.
The hours themselves have left the stage.
The prologue was overlong,
now the first act has arrived
before its end.
It was no propitious day it seemed
The misty rain overlong prevailed
A feeble sun, time to time had gleamed
Through vaporous clouds on landscape veiled
I made my farewells to friends no more
And took to the streets now dark and damp
My life uncertain no pathway sure
I lingered under a dim street lamp
That instant saw it would all be right
24 September 2019
From a young age he took to the roads,
never staying anywhere for long.
Always singing a cheerful song.
Yet most of the ladies seemed like toads.
Making choices at all crossroads
meeting here and there a tagalong.
Together they travel a furlong
parting when they came to byroads.
You could say that he freeloads
although this would be wrong.
Living off grid he has to be strong
and he lives keeping to road codes.
Jobs he's had by the caseloads
bounced around like a Ping-Pong.
One day meeting a lady in a sarong
soon moved on remembering earlier episodes.
Women passed by like carloads
for few he could tolerate overlong.
To freedom he will continue to belong
chasing the distant dream until he implodes.
Sweet memories are bitter;
For some reason it is for it is
No rehab no cure for this overlong slumber,
Nor a mistake for this miss
I thought we can go through this – together
But that’s just a hope for a crazy; demented man
You had only bitter it up – forever
I don’t think my heart will cure since then
Don’t think of saying sorry or getting mercy
Though you have that good-looking eyes
But a human will always be like Mr. Kersey
Forgiving, kind and nice
That person will never be your friend
Nor a backpacker companion for thee
I think I will go through sea and land
I will be at your heart immediately
Walk through the isle like a man
And gracefully like a woman
I don’t know how much pain
That I will have to suffer
Never had the thought of having inclination with you
Like they said in the story of an unseen story
Where a bitter getaway will have to get through
Or else it will be a pain cause of a dilatory
Just a quick look
First chapter of a book
First verse of a song
Can’t stay overlong
A 50-yard dash
Gone in a flash
Not right, not wrong
Can’t stay overlong
A heat seeking missile
God blows the whistle
God strikes the gong
Can’t stay overlong...
*Dedicated to my brother Ivan who lost his life on an airline training flight in 1984. 'Hunter' was his middle name...
Another day ends with insipid sun
One more uncertain season
Another month ebbs slowly invariably gone
One more uninteresting month another reason
Each bulb impressively pushing old soil up
So absented from every winter irritation
The orchestrated plants unite drinking along nature’s everlasting cup,
Invigorated refreshed, outdoor rains unbidden now and so equip spring’s irrigations
Now offering beautiful uniformity, colours ablaze ferociously
Ever changing illusions painting over the untamed soil
All struggling evermore to imitate natures ordered ways
Unbeatable colours abound, Mother Earth delights in toil
Overlong tall upright grasses allow seeds easy dispersal
Insects dancing on flowers undulating formations.
Accustomed we ever become inclined to ogle things universal
Nature abounds with ever more interesting luscious opulent flirtations
Untold species all working ever closer in harmonious obligation
So unlocking faces all smiling even now in sunbathed oblations still unseen
Yet authenticating spring, escaping winter in fulfilling overall nature’s unification.
© ~GG~ 22/03/2013
Competition Entry
Such abject misery abounds right about now
Abandon hope all that enter here.
Abort plans of happiness I do implore
My own plans are failing I fear.
Our plans in the offing going all wrong again
Happiness is turning around to obsession
Now of course obsessions not in because it’s lame
I’m just editing my awesome session
I call one happy if you always smile
Everybody join in with one more ultimate quest
And walk along with us this overlong mile
Overlong but it will all work out best
And let's all break out with a smile even for awhile.
© ~GG~ 08/02/2013
Entry for David William's Con/vowel contest
Step softly over this silken knot;
Ease into this particular caress..
I have a story
Written slowly on cloth of gold..
The wrappings shimmer sightlessly
Around the nearest ornamental Diary.
And then, we wonder as we read
Who earns such gifts as nonchalonce..?
For effort lost we all expire
Into an alien heat
To find someone especially sacred.
Ending in historic settlement
Legitimized or notarized
As each becomes unrecognizable
With no one especially primal
In an overlong embrace...
But sacrificial relatives
Abound in every Storybook;
And your turn,
My cold young lover
Is waiting to be taken...
Write carefully.
As shadows lengthen
in the asphalt homeland
The city winds down
The once vibrant streets
are now a home for ghosts
Perhaps you feel that nightime
is "Where it's at"
Take heed of this warning
which I give you
Demons come out at night!
They can cause you to lose
everything
by clutching you in their
deadly grasp
Don't be fooled by the nightime
silence
Demons are still about
and can strike rapidly
even in the midst of the metropolis
Demons live on fresh flesh
So keep your eyes wide open
Don't linger overlong in
city alleyways
lest you dissapear
Into shadow
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