When I was little,
life was supposed to be filled with laughter,
sticky fingers from melting ice cream,
and afternoons lost in make-believe,
toy cars and plastic dinosaurs battling in the living room.
I’d look up at the adults, safe in their tallness,
never guessing that one day,
I’d be the one holding up the walls.
Instead, my afternoons were cluttered with sighs,
echoing through a quiet house,
where I’d drag your slumped figure from the front steps,
breathe in the stale scent of beer that clung to you
like a second skin.
Eight years old, trying to stand tall enough
to be your keeper.
When I was little,
Mom was supposed to pack my lunch,
Capri Suns and fruit roll-ups,
instead, mom wasn't ever there
I was busy slicing bread,
rationing out the peanut butter,
making sure my little brother had more than crumbs.
I’d wanted crayons, chalk, new paintbrushes, OH! the pink bike, and maybe an iphone
but my pockets held grocery lists,
my hands chapped and rough,
scrubbing dishes, sweeping floors,
Searching for that imaginary line
that had been drawn somewhere
between us:
the parent I wished for,
the parent I became.
Categories:
tallness, family,
Form: Free verse
I am intimidated by her tallness
How can I ever hope to climb her?
I like getting to the top, but this is ridiculous.
My daddy gives me a nod. You can do this, Kid.
I am not confident.
But she is so gorgeous, and calling me.
It is like she has chosen me, so I begin the climb, terrified.
Categories:
tallness, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Personification
when I open the eyes, and squint properly
From above the Chetambe, and watch around fairly
I think is a nice , but together spent rarely
I want to chat you Mr Elephant, but then shed the ticks
You say I am giraffe, and claim am tall
When you talk me you say, stretch time not firm
I convince and say come when , you admit and say okay
I want to chat you Mr Elephant, but your ticks stick
You call me Mr Owl, ugly and ugly you say
That my flight of all, can't get near your size
I convince and say favour, you say yes but no we
I want to chat you Mr Elephant, but your ticks tear
You call me warthog, myself you term ugly
My mouth you laugh at, and run over my children
You consider the giraffe, for tallness and size
I want to chat you Mr Elephant, though your ticks no means
Listen for this is golden, the jungle is never
Ever hope that each token, for all and all for
All cannot belong to one, all we join for favour
Time to chat time to chat, every cloud has a silver lining
Categories:
tallness, anti bullying, betrayal, character,
Form: Personification
That moment…where school uniform was all over as
the Timekeeper rang it, then noise began, with excitement
While educators had to rest so were we, we ran…
And there you were…brighter than your shadow
As I approached, lighter than your overflow
The tallness, the rare fit captive body, that figure
Gave you your uniqueness…perfectness, rare lips to lipstick
Done with vigilance with no leak so was your hip
Couldn’t hesitate it, that was extraordinary
As we glanced…I felt my rescue to my Psychological prison
Had no alternate but to grab your heart that sparkled from a distance
You lit my Heart while those flawless red lips caught my sight
Your beauty hit my shock and I was ready to converse
Your name was a music to my heart that kept my heart dancing your tune
It took off my fear
You gave me your numbers and couldn’t wait
And so I gave you a call and you felt the same
Now I’m proud of you and for that reason I choose you
Then let it forever be so…me and you
Categories:
tallness, girl, love, relationship, romance,
Form: Free verse
Why can't i forget him for more that a second?
Because at this point
He is me and i
I don't know how to separate myself
Anymore
And i miss him
Like i miss myself
And if we talk i don't want it to be
Angry.
Hateful
Like a hostage negotiation
I'll give you back your heart
If you give me back mine.
I want it to be like
Flowers bending toward the sun
Missing each other
And reaching for light
I want to hug him
I miss his tallness
His lean body
Arms that surround me
And i feel safe
But now i dont
I'm not safe
Not from myself
And my body
My arms
They show it.
Categories:
tallness, beautiful, betrayal, boyfriend, break
Form: Free verse
You’re such a wonder
On a pillar, oh dear
A mystical fortress
On a nerved tallness
An aptly axle
For a longing soul
04/22/16
Categories:
tallness, mystery,
Form: Couplet
Believe it or not
She dares to run marathons to be first
She never waits for me to pick up where I left
She never allows me to take a break and maybe a sip of water
She tries to look better than me with her tallness and her round figure
She is competitive
Ever watching me
She tries to hide sometimes, she likes the dark spots
She listens to every sound that comes from me
She must have a recorder, because all she does is listen and watch, she never says anything
She thinks am playing with her
She likes the haunting and the tormenting game
She thinks she knows all that is in my mind
"Sister" now that I know you are always around,
I talk less but I see more
Especially you!!
Walk faster, run the marathons
But the trophy is mine, will always be
I will win with my mind and rejoice with my heart
The two places you can never penetrate
Categories:
tallness, analogy, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
Each day’s steps
Each day’s steps stolen and stinks not sinks
Taken to the success
Horrible pucks
Each day’s steps stolen and stinks not sinks
Tomorrow’s steps swallowed
Determining the determination by the demotion
Steps taken today, awaken the abandoned in pain of rain
Each day’s steps stolen and stinks not sinks
The drizzle idle of ideal
Compare lengths of their steps
Depending tallness to reach the upends
Human lengths, weights and heights
The drizzle idle of ideal is running without under your own steam
Trepidation using owns-
Steps irregular considering
Heights, weights, and lengths in grottos
Equalize steps
While achieving success
Categories:
tallness, inspirational,
Form: I do not know?
Let me get lost on a good thought-
This beast of beauty, smirking from under
The kind skin, at your tallness
Never fits the exciting ugliness of the barefoot love
Walking the inner softness of your shoes.
Therefore, I wonder-
At the days I gave and never gained
And the wavy water dripping down
The fleshy hills of tomorrow.
I do owe a few hours to a time wizard
As I keep stealing minutes from its yarn
To fill some large pockets of mine.
And then I clothe the skins of all gods
High or small, short or average,
Because I am still looking into my own eaten liver
And then, to the hollow of a kingdom I came to build
Up and down, in and out, far and beyond-
Looking, yet neither back nor forward.
Categories:
tallness, absence, myth,
Form: Blank verse
Sometimes we overlook the simplest of things
God laid before our eyes
Like the beauty we see in all His birds
Or the majesty of the skies.
It’s the small things that surround us
That we never seem to see
Or the things that are big that we overlook
Like the tallness of a tree.
There’s a peaceful sound that calms our hearts
And it comes with falling rain
Then it speeds up as it falls real hard
As to almost cause us pain.
There’s something special we have when we’re young
And it’s there when we get real old
We have the ability to feel when it’s hot
Or to feel when it gets too cold.
These are things we never think about
But, sometimes I think we should
If we’ll take the time to stop what we’re doing
I know we surely would.
There’s a comfort we get when we realize
God is around us every day
It’s an awesome feeling to know our Lord
Is never far away.
Categories:
tallness, creation, god, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
MADISON SQUARE QUINTAIN
Wild-haired, gangly boy from Queens ,
Garfunkel, in his awkwardness and tallness,
Like a kitten dangling in a pair of blue jeans,
But purring pure harmonies, giving it his all-ness,
Reaching to the heights over Simon’s smallness.
Paul enthralls, picking a lick so pretty
In the darkness, our old friend,
Mellow music-poet with his home city
Crowd - and listeners and singers blend -
Will the li-de-li-li-de-li s never end?
The Boxer’s timeless rhythm begins :
True champs staying till the end of the fight,
New York City’s musical twins,
Filling the ring in Madison Square tonight
Till the cheering and clapping split the night.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Written 2 August 2011 by Sydney Peck for
Francine Roberts’s Contest “Hangin' in there”.
Categories:
tallness, music,
Form: Quintain (English)
IN MADISON SQUARE
Only the sound of silence
As timeless Simon and Garfunkel begin
Singing in the Madison Square night
A reminder of post-911 defiance : The Boxer’s
Inspired tale of no surrender – he remains,
Beaten but undefeated. The art of survival.
Wild hair and unsure of his arm movements,
Art, in his awkwardness and tallness,
Like a kitten dangling in a pair of blue jeans,
But purring his heavenly harmonies,
Reaching to the heights as Simon drops to bass.
Paul creating magic on the guitar
In the darkness, our old friend,
Mellow music-poet in his home city.
Solidarity in the audience and me in middle,
Drinking it all in, savouring each metaphor and descant,
Till the li-de-li-li-de-li s ended and the
Cheering and clapping split the night.
Categories:
tallness, music, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Tulips and lilies never emitted their scent
so fragrantly and exhilarating...
by the lake of the descendent moon,that
I intensively sense the affable mystery of the evening!
Remote breezes,unforeseen and redolent,do
capriciuosly caress the brilliant surface
of the silvery lake,softened by a gentle silence;
only those red-throated dives can disarm it in their pursue!
The huge oaks,boasting their tallness,bow
and glance at the narrow paths,below,
verging on the aromatic grass glistening with fireflies...
where bitter-roots and goldenrods are their constant companions!
Someone is sitting by the peaceful waterfront in obeisance...
staring at the North Star: seemingly so reachable,but far;
as he,pleasantly and devotedly,strikes the srings of a guitar
with his invigorating and skillful fingers!
And suddenly everything,hidden by graceful shadows,harmonizes
itself with his melody...beautifully played in enduring patience;
unhesitatingly,he joins the incessant nightgales
to praise the persistent tranquillity enhanced by the Creator's presence!
Categories:
tallness, inspirational,
Form: Verse