SHAKING THE SPEAR…
Shakespeare’s virus lives;
The infection, a syndrome:-
The oppressor pleased:-
Today’s stage, shadowed;
New Orthellos infected:
The oppressor pleased:-
Let's be protective;
Our kids can’t be Desmonas,
Nor we, Orthellos:-
With self-injections,
Let us wipe out the syndrome:
Pleasing liberty:-
In recovery,
Our Desmonas mothering:
Liberty birthing:-
There are some
looked down their nose
in the troubled Covid times
at those who bump elbows
as opposed to shaking hands
so with a bend let's start a trend
a new fad across the land
and instead if you please
why don't we
lift a leg and all knock knees
Squishy Wishy Mishy Squish
verdant frog are dancing with a wish
They want to be free and enjoy the delight
Portland’s steppers, whirling out of sight
Squishy Wishy Mishy Squishy kiss
it you don’t join us, we’ll be amiss
We like to mingle and tingle too
Grab a hand, so we won’t be blue
Slithery slathery slick slick slick
shaking your booty is the trick
Hickory dickory mickery boo
Let’s go past Powell’s and shake a shoe
Oh yes you can, please join us now
We won’t take no, we don’t know how
Squishy wishy mishy ho ho ho ho
Dancing elevates your heart just so
A rumbling and a shaking
The rain heavy
The thunder roaring
Lightning cuts the sky
Trees sway belligerently
Sand and dust
Break the air
The furious wind
Encourages euphoric whims
The rod is blossoming
Pride is budding
Rumour building
Mischief upon mischief
Pounds on the earth
Mischief upon mischief
Mischief has a staircase
Linear patterns
Cascading virtues in blinking imbroglio,
Masquerading piety in a clinking tunnel
Chanting sophistry in dinky dashes
The glass fell
It could not be held
They broke the serenity
With soapy fingers
They grasped the glass
The pieces litter the floor
Another tried to piece the pieces
Which were precariously shaped
And pricked the gatherer at will
What a cock-a-doodle – doo!
Now I look to the Heavens
I see a land
A faraway land
In the distant horizon
Beyond the seas
A great solace
The people a great people
A magnificent race
Beyond the clouds
Beyond the skies
This land, a lofty land
A magnified edifice
Of kaleidoscopic nature
A worthy conglomerate
Of total bliss.
I was so high I don't recall being high
I sat in the basement waiting to come down
I hung with a friend, hung with, who was that boy
We waited in the bar while he waited for the bus
I called my gran, my safeguard, she knew something was up
Something is wrong, something isnae quite right
I found out later she'd been dead since 1987
I was so high I crossed paths with myself
And couldnae tell which one to take back
Some say it was mushrooms, some say it was acid
Blu juice or lettuce were the other options
I lost a week there and then it was Saturday
Had no idea who to call or how to get home
There was no gran of course now there was no bus
Spent twilight in the car park trying to come down
Rehydrated but the water just made it all grow again
I'm a baby.
I move constantly. Amazingly constantly.
And I flutter hard. Amazingly hard.
Why?
Because I'm rehearsing.
I'm rehearsing moving like I mean it.
I'm rehearsing being strong like oak trees.
I'm rehearsing dancing like butterflies.
I'm rehearsing for rolling.
I'm rehearsing for sitting.
I'm rehearsing for crawling like little explorers.
I'm rehearsing for walking like big kids.
My arms pump like tiny engines.
My legs kick like happy swimmers.
My brain lights up like Diwali morning.
Why?
Because I'm rehearsing.
I'm rehearsing coordination like orchestra music.
I'm rehearsing balance like tightrope walkers.
I'm rehearsing grace like flowing water.
I shake like maracas.
I wiggle like puppies.
I flutter like spring leaves.
Amazingly joyful.
Amazingly determined.
Amazingly ready.
Why?
Because I'm rehearsing for the moment
when I get to stand up
and dance through the world.
I have a cup in my hand.
Spilling it.
Then I pour some into my hands.
Laughing.
So I get more.
Sipping coffee from my palms.
Beautiful.
The journal.
Pages.
Folded up, turning into paper airplanes.
A journal is like…
When my car sputters in the winter,
But it starts up anyway.
Crying.
It’s cold.
Pulling out of the driveway, carefully.
I used to carry my flashlight.
Sweeping the light around.
These days?
I don’t know where light comes from.
Just sparkles.
And reflections in empty trash cans.
I threw away my phone.
I didn’t think they would actually take it.
But the garbage truck comes at 6:00 am every morning.
Earthquakes seem very long.
So I think I imagined it.
Cowering for three hours.
Until I get anxious and want a cup of coffee.
I pour a cup of coffee.
But the shaking makes me drop it again.
Considering it again, it’s shaking me from inside
Shall I do it? please enlight
Shall I escape from the torment of the soul
As it seems eternal as a whole
This life isn’t as bright
I expected it like a fog light
Escaping the world would give eternal torment of the soul
As in hell I would be baked and rolled
Was this I made for?
An example of survival of the fittest, the Darwin’s lore
You have never understood the fear in my voice, shaking and quivering, for life
i begged for my dad
dripping bloody,
pants, underwear running low dangling on my knees
"please pick me up, im..maiden lane..? i'm scared dad. it's dark. and i don't know where i am please.."
i cried
aching painfully,
"i'm on my way, stay right there. telephone box?"
"mhm.." i cried like dying dog.
the click of the phone as he hung up,
pained into my creeping silence
i swallowed into myself,
dripping in the puddle of blood,
that stains my underwear dangling at feet
i press for the pain to mellow but
of course, it doesn't
and blur my vision into the tears streaming bloody hot down my cheeks
feeling my burnt blonde hair and smeared mascara along and in my eyes
the date did not end well
especially when i had to cry to my dad to take me home
yellow dragon with polka dots is playing the blues.
Stop it! Yells daddy dog, who is wearing tight shoes.
He wants to be the leader of the band once again.
His barking angry ways make my nerves feel quite thin
I pick up the tambourine and shake out a tune.
We won’t be on rhythm until sometime around noon.
The neighbors are complaining, we now have quite a crowd
Feeling super enthused, I begin shaking my thing proud and loud!
Not once did I fall,
but countless.
Words shaking,
fearing the tender,
touch of clouded mystery.
Should the mind's waters,
spill from the glass,
to whom will it fall,
the good or the bad?
The grains of my sand,
are the pieces of the void,
where my mind treaded always.
It is kept in my chest,
with a lock in my heart,
that should someone wish,
to steal my sand,
it will be futile.
I will protect,
what streams from my soul.
For, once before,
everything nearly costed,
my All.
a private place
where nobody dwells
i feel completely healed
i think i am lying again
a quiet beach
waves as bashful as my presentation
my mind and my heart is completely stilled
i think i am crying again
a peaceful existence
skies so surprisingly cooperative
the nucleus of my sanity now has a fully renovated shield
i think i am dying again
Day or night,
I truly shine
when writing poetry,
that shakes the world
inside and outside... !
Hold on, a bit longer,
the stars are calling your name.
Each second, you are stronger,
as you charge against the pain.
The stars are calling your name,
as you walk the shaking road.
As you charge against the pain,
as you carry heavy loads.
As you walk the shaking road,
miles are waving behind,
as you carry heavy loads
your heart races the time.
As you carry heavy loads,
your voice sounds different.
Your heart races the time,
victory imminent.
Your voice sounds different
holding on a bit longer.
Victory imminent,
nothing you can't conquer.
Shaking like a leaf
Won’t make you a chief,
Never takes one to the top,
Never a popular prop;
Would rather one drop
And one’s mission flop …
Never for centuries A Lever,
Even slightly harms The Liver;
Therefore not a prize from its giver …
So, on no account whatsoever
Must your decisions waver
Nor at the sight of foes quaver
As neither is a saver
Nor you portray as clever.
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