Short Long Drawn Out Poems
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The long-drawn-out throb of my core,
Mounting up my red lane,
It is so cold, my eyes are all sore
My atonements have been in bane,
One swell of solecism
Exonerating mine deeds unfeasible to deem,
My soul cries to death
My beautiful dreams drifted.
deep in the trenches
a forest of cardboard trees
and stained glass windows
twiddling pieces through fingers
sizing up like private eye
a piece here…and there
like a long drawn out story
finally middle latched shut
and made the sign of the cross
now I aim for the quadrants
Hiding a hint of melody
In the free-wheeling ramble
Of the piano’s opening phrases
It’s a pitter pat preview like
Kelly’s singing steps as he
Splashes through a street of rain
It’s a long drawn out unraveling
Of the tune on Ray Charles’ piano
Before he shouts out a bluesy version
Of our patriotic America the Beautiful
The museum closed for ever,
and I was there
when they turned off the lights
They were turned off one by one...
At first the boardroom's
where Jacqui cried, I think
then the conference room
where they dismantled
all the plugs
then the rooms on all the floors,
and I could not stand it -
the long drawn-out goodbye
12/25/2015
a cough from the next room
fear sets in
Covid?
A wheezing cough; this is my husband.
Even worse.
The dogs stop chewing and stare toward his door.
Even the refrigerator is silent.
We wait. Listen.
Nothing.
A long drawn out cough now that sounds like croup.
We run for the door.
The refrigerator gets there first, blocking it for the rest of us.
Happiest memories are the moments with you
even thought of separation makes me blue.
Missing you with every tic-toc
a second without you is a deadlock.
The moment we come together is monsoon drizzle
bringing an end to the long-drawn-out grizzle.
Your smile is command of nature
when thee sneer, you make me nurtured.
Your laughter brings life to life
claspin’ the enemies, forgettin’ the strife.
The crisp brown earth sits,
Broken
Where the depths of ocean blue
Still refuse to fall.
The Weary feet tramp,
Sickeningly thudding
Hewing the broken brown flesh
To the cloudy whirlwind above
Silence’s deafening din whispers,
Broken only by the harsh cries
of long drawn out croaks,
from circling scavengers
Winged in feathered rags
With naught but breeze to relieve
the cruel afternoon’s gaze,
frying the crisp brown earth.
The undersides of school chairs
all gooey with gum
We thought it such fun
back in sixty-one
In sixty-two we tore fruit loops
from the backs of girls' shirts
The innocent way
we first learned to flirt
In sixty-three we all wore
skin-tight 'H.I.S.' pants
That ripped near your bulges
when you started to dance
Memories glorious
like your first cigarette
Or a long drawn-out kiss
with that gorgeous brunette
The sky is gray over the valley
with a storm not far behind.
I've seen the last of the warmer days
as this blizzard comes to mind.
People have now gotten ready
for what they know must eventually come.
They say we'll get at least two feet;
a terrible prospect for some.
They say this one is the last big storm
before the long, drawn out winter ends.
But no consolation is this to me
for I've known Springs' warmth again.
Douglas L. Ace