The little wooden horse you gave me, when I
came home from hospital.
I watch you through the window, in your smock, planting
a new garden.
It is hot I know, I never tire watching you do some thing
simple like drinking from a glass that was once dark blue now bleached from the sun, into some thing even more Unusual.
You hang the white smock over the small wooden fence, the
dear will come and eat when you have left.
James McLain
My father had broad shoulders
Many years have gone
But I still remember
He carried a heavy burden on his shoulders
Like that of a snail
With a shell
He brought us up in a special way
With the help of
The broad and thick shoulders
The shoulders carried us like a bicycle
The shoulders sheltered us like an umbrella
The shoulders protected us like a wall
The shoulders dried our tears like a handkerchief
The shoulders rode us like a wooden horse
Upon the haunted, magic air
A sound is heard in the dark somewhere;
A creak of wood, as gears are churned,
A carousel begins to turn.
A siren song that calls a child
To find these horses running wild,
Whose painted mouths say: Join our game!
He leaps the one he wants to tame.
The laughing boy holds tight the pole
And hugs the wooden horse of old.
Watching the dark town flashing by
He takes the forbidden midnight ride.
The painted eyes begin to gleam
And shadows flicker close like dreams.
Front hooves rise in a sudden rear
As the boy now clings to flesh and fear.
He turns and looks for one last time
As the leave the carousel behind.
The maddened horse in nightmare flight
Rides the boy into the night.
They leap the earth in an endless rush
And hopes of childhood turn to dust.
The dark night turns to seek the dawn
But against the stars the boy is gone.
Rocking wooden horse
flourishing guffaw of kid
child in mother wakes
TRYING TO REVISE FOR ANCIENT HISTORY EXAM
What if Darius had beaten Alexander?
The outcome would have been a mystery
Such supposing makes me wonder
About the blank unwritten pages of history
Scan the book and each dog-eared leaf
Try to recall why some words are yellow
Search the notes in my untidy sheaf
I’m a casual-sower/chaotic-harvester fellow
I should have gone over the Romans again of course
And maybe studied the maps
Oh, what about those Greeks and their wooden horse?
Or the burning of Troy perhaps?
Seeds of war, four horsemen strewn -
Ramses and Moses full of anger and rage -
Tomorrow begin their battle at nine, but at noon
Defeat is written across my blank page.
Firefly,
if I believe once
that all your beauty
is a charm of the gloom
reigning around you,
what would I do, then?
*
The house that I had once
under a table, was larger,
and warmer, and cosier;
And I could travel,
with that wooden horse,
much faster,
much safer.
*
The brilliance of a big light
is often not so dazzling
as then, in the pitch darkness,
when one’s eyes open.
*
Among all bad times
the worst is mine.
But I do love it
because I know:
We met this single time.
And also I know
that once I’ll miss it, oh, so dearly!
*
It was as easy, for my granny,
to pick wild white roses
as stars among the thorns of night.
However, once
she scratched her hand on Death and, after that,
she left her old bijouterie to me:
A dry bunch of violets put in a book,
and a white collar
knitted by herself.
*
Once I beseeched one saint
to help me in the trouble,
and he did.
I thought: O Lord,
how pitiful I am
if he himself had already
perceived all.
Little girls in witches’ hats
Riding brooms and chasing bats
Little boys in gruesome gore
Running wildly door to door
A princess with some fairy wings
Pinocchio without his strings
Lady GAGA, let’s hope not
A cowboy – wooden horse in trot
Some kids in sheets or mummy wrapped
Out this night if they had napped
You greet them all with store-bought candy
When that runs out – whatever’s handy
And this goes on till by and by
The kids all have a sugar high
Then they return to mom and dad
And laugh about the fun they had
When they’re in bed and fast asleep
You see what candy they can keep
But you’ll keep out a bar or two
You hide away that’s just for you
For though you have kids of your own
There are candy bars you have not outgrown
So skip the beer and skip the wine
And rob their stash like I robbed mine
Mdailey 9/20/11
(07/09/11)
Can we write of centuries past of things
That we do not know, and can we recall
Things we read which puts our hearts aglow.
Can we feel Romeos words as he called to Juliet.
And can we feel Juliet s heart as she looked down
From her balcony.
when she felt her heart bursting
Wanting to be free.
Can we see Sampson and Delilah as
She cut off his hair.
Did she do it out of spite
Or did she really care.
Can we see Helen of troy s reaction
When they climbed out of the wooden horse
Did she truly love him, and did she feel remorse.
Can we feel MARY S pain as she had
To give up her begotten son
And did others feel the pain
Or was she the only one.
Can we imagine being nailed to that cross.
And the clothes that the soldiers did not keep
to the ground it would be tossed.
Can we imagine if we did not have
Hope, love, and faith
This is something I care not to contemplate.
Can we live without love-how would we survive
“CAN WE” ??????
Achilles can be wise or dumb,
But still his heart was strong and numb.
His fallen soldiers and fallen maidens;
Shall reach and inherit the Land of Eden.
A strong and brave, O' dying god;
Strike your arrows not to this lad.
Aim not his heart or not his heart,
Cause you’ll just stumble and spill your art.
A wooden horse was destined to enter;
This high castles, it became its shelter.
But it was also destined to live in fire;
Burn! And reach the end of the wire.
We are all destined to live and die,
And we have no choice but to laugh and cry.
No one can live as a human immortal;
Thus let our legacy live, like Achilles and his fatal.
electric volcanoes spit sweat upon the frame
diseased alcoholics are the only ones to blame
clocks unfurl at awkward angles gasping help me please
i sit upon a jagged floor scabs rot and fall beneath my knees
shapes of bitter chemistry meld slowly in my brains
take some rope a wooden horse and softly end the pain
intergalactic voyages burst stealthily into pungent flame
ignorance of shattered hearts and jars is the reason why i came
battered fists pound faces blood splurts and meadows freeze
jumping joints reflect stunted scars succinctly silent seas
final verses asphxyiate disgusting rancid stains
final lines never sum up enruptured feeble rain
the blackness of night dawned upon my mind
bringing to light the error of my times
bone white brilliance burning
away the mist with the flame of yearning
the logic of insanity revealed its maze
of western society- Rome in its last days
death rides a wooden horse rocking to and fro
riding unnoticed through the party, were all watching the show
there's fire in the sky just off the horizon
there's fire in the sky a last kiss before dyin'
Wooden horse
Outside stone walls
The Trojans
Shall conquer
And divide us all
Where does
This light
Glow in
Her eyes
Helen of Troy
Be still,
Thy wooden horse, and
Rejoice in glory
For we smash
The gates of Troy
The smell of victory
Hangs in these clouds
Zeus, release
Your hammer of thunder
Athena, do not
Lead us asunder
They couldn't stay the course
So they built a wooden horse-
Out from tunnels in the ground
Freedom,was their cry,
But ,so many were to die.
There's moonlight on the prairie
With the campfire cracking
He sings his cowpokes song
He dreams of the day
Of catching the bouquet
The time and pleasure
Watching sons and daughters grow
Rocking on a wooden horse
Watching the flowers sow
Now he eats the dust of another days labor
Only wishing
For a drop of water to quench his thirst
Umable to sing
A cowpokes song
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