Brooding nimbus darken the sky
suddenly clouds burst
Rain drops thunder down
then subside to a gentle pitter patter
on the Perspex conservatory roof
I watch as raging rivulets of rain
run down the windows
and hear the old drains gurgling
at the deluge of water
I peer outside as the pitter pattering ceases
to see the sun
She’s playing peek a boo from behind a cloud
Huge puddles have formed on the stone flags
Millie, my young granddaughter grabs my hand
“Come on grandma, grab your wellies” she giggles
“Let’s go out and jump in the puddles”..
And so we did!
Categories:
perspex, rain,
Form: Free verse
Following the first thwack
we deduced that distance was
limited primarily
to unpredictable bursts of anger,
arbitrary chastisement factors.
The rule, all of its dozen commandments
plus the extra uncalibrated ends -
a fixed length, extended sufficiently
to bruise well beyond
its mere twelve inch reach.
Wood or Perspex the fractions stung,
minds began to compute escape
in eighths and sixteenths,
we understood that the rod, the yardstick,
probably the world,
had been measured to the umpteenth
by sadistic inchworms.
Categories:
perspex, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Like many of us I met my mother
after the incubator stopped recording my early history.
When the blinking red light winked out
and the Perspex lid lifted off like an alien wing,
hands larger than the only world I knew
passed me to a disturbed being.
I felt her fear and doubt, her bewilderment
and disappointment,
then I commenced to wail. How do I recall all this?
Blood left small pain prints across my brain.
Mother said she never gave me her tit,
could not. I gave up drinking milk in my teens.
Doctor said I was lactose intolerant,
but I knew there was no love in it for me.
Categories:
perspex, poetry,
Form: Free verse
My eyes are sutured
can feel the threads,
I stitched them together
stoned out of my head,
Seemed like a good idea,
or so my friends said,
Glue would have been better,
now I can only see red.
My jaws where broken,
teeth wired together,
High on drugs again,
under more peer pressure,
They dared me to down
extra large measures,
Got a pool cue across my face,
carried out on a stretcher.
Yeah I’ve done mad stuff,
and bear the scars,
Causing trouble, acting tough
in trashy cheap bars,
Drank melted shoe polish,
washed down with bubble bath,
Following day I paid for it,
you do the math,
So next time on a binge,
know your own limits,
The whole future can change
in a few short minutes,
Spend life behind bars,
just for being complicit,
Lose count of the shots,
its Perspex visits.
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
perspex, abuse, addiction, allegory, allusion,
Form: Rhyme
‘Twere a foolish youth indeed
that ne’er his parents’ voice would heed.
“We hear you’re courting Mary Lue.
Dump that flirt, what e’er you do!
Once you’re wed, she’ll run you down.
Her name is known throughout the town.”
Alack! O woe! O Sorrow’s pang
upon the morn those church bells rang!
No altar’s blessing could subdue
the direful glares that came to view.
Of a nightmare I must tell,
the very sort that springs from Hell.
Mary Lue met loathsome Jake,
a drunkard, gambler and a rake.
A distraught husband roamed the dark
and met a couple in the park.
With one fell blow he struck Jake dead.
Panic-stricken, off he fled.
Now strapped tight to a certain chair,
he endured his parents’ stare
through a slot of perspex glass.
A priest in black arrived at last..
Will this nightmare never end?
Angels and ministers of grace defend!
When he awoke , what should he view
but his two bonny kids by Mary Lue!
From the kitchen came a song.
‘Twas Mary Lue in voice full strong.
‘Twere a foolish youth indeed
who ne’er his pleading heart would heed.
Categories:
perspex, dream, marriage, parents,
Form: Romanticism
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2uqZhnqHMAg
The orchestra strains to be symphonic --- a bee in a tin box.
Cigar smoke thunders, molecules of sound wilt
only to be dialed up through brass lungs.
The combo is quaintly upholstered, a classic sports car
driven by Disney. Outmoded refrains gurgle.
We see the obsolete road ahead, feel the bumps,
the lack of shock absorbers.
The third piano concerto, the romance of the exile.
1940 is pulled from under its Perspex lid, served up
as fresh Prosciutto di Parma consumed in a diner
long derailed.
The mind warps eras, Michelangelo has gone Hollywood,
the 'Creation' sketched on a paper napkin.
Last notes.
Hands too large for tuxedoed minds, stamp
like rhapsodic elephants.
Percussive fingers slam-dunk ivory tusked themes,
Russian bells quake California.
Rolling vespers outgrowing each decade,
times now locked in a recovery CD millimeters thin.
~~~
https://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/2010/10/sergei-rachmaninoff-car-guy-aero-investor/
Categories:
perspex, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
Space Shot
If I were a scientist I'd build a massive gun
To blast myself beyond the moon and then beyond the sun
I say the sun but it’s a star, our closest so I'm told
But I would keep on going cos the stars just leave me cold
They’re balls of burning gases and I’m sorry to be fickle
They always burn your tootsies and they defrost your popsicle
So on I'd travel speeding like a nuke intergalactic
Glad I built my launcher out of metal and not plastic
Lest I fail my mission, I'll rally and jet on
No meteorite shall halt my flight, I'll have my helmet on
I only hope that as I go my lungs don't spill my breath
For who would then inform you of my sad untimely death
My sole intent to land upon a planet like our earth
And so I would send word instead about my second birth
I'd need to make a missile that could take my message home
But first I'd make a shelter, perhaps a perspex dome
Once I'm fed and rested I would make another shooter
For there's no way that I could make an Interstellar scooter
If that's what you expected I must demonstrate defiance
My skills are in ballistics and not in rocket science
Categories:
perspex, adventure, planet, space, stars,
Form: Rhyme
Menacing silence fills the air
All is still nobody moves
Darkness covers all the land
Only dim lights penetrate the gloom
Yet within this void four men sit
Awake yet silent awaiting a call
To start moving at a frightening pace
Together but to each alone
Soon the call to summon arrives
Up in a flash, out into the cold
Picking equipment up off the table
Knocking over tin mugs of chocolate gone cold
Sprinting across the grass as fast as they can
To where many hours they'll spend
Their temporary home of unusual dimensions
A big machine they will tend
Up in the night sky they go
Four engines revving fast
Each man designated a section
His job will be done alone tonight
Many hours they are away
Scenery changing below
Darkness still shrouds the perspex
Awaiting the morning red glow
Categories:
perspex, fantasy, flying, night,
Form: Rhyme
I told the paper seller outside the train station
of your birth that day
he wasn't interested,
but I knew the truth of it
It had been a hard night for your mother
a storm of pain, of emotions of crying
now it was six in the morning and I left her
drinking tea and nibbling toast
while you lay sleeping in a perspex cube
Things would never be the same
Us three now met on the road and
we would walk together
You looked cross,
but I knew you would one day smile
and the sun did rise behind Archway Station
escalators squeaked and grumbled away
reflected against ceramic tiles
the paper seller would forget
but I would never forget today
Categories:
perspex, birth, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
MOORSIDE MEMORIES
The years pass by but the memories are the same now as just then,
from racing down the ski slope on perspex to stoning the buses,
these were mental teenage days of mischief.
local pubs provided a welcome release form the speed of life,
getting pissed and going playing our music loud, unending song.
friends came and went like water under the bridge, some I miss, some I hate.
now the backfield, once a green area is now full of houses, no more
beer fuelled bonfires there, the 80s are gone, not forgotten.
Now a new life at the other side of town, months turn into years,
people are left behind, it can’t be 1986 forever, yet I’ll never let it go,
a basis for right now.
Categories:
perspex, growing up, happiness, memory,
Form: Free verse
Am i right to have questions?
the perspex of time eludes me.
Am i right to compound others betrail?
is it wrong for the taxation of sunshine through a window?
does the dictionary not say, wrong is to treat unjustly.
or wrongful an injurious unjust?
can i writhe on this subject?
or can i just wriggle?
a burdensome duty is a deresion,
a fallacy,a mistaken idea.
its just a delusion.
Categories:
perspex, mystery, political,
Form: Blank verse