Sunday, October 10, 2010

The following poems were inspired by a PA Prompt calling for views from the "Other Side Of The Fence"

Wednesday, October 06, 2010 3:46:19 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
(keep in mind this poem is dedicated to those on the so-called "other side" of the fence...)

Now in trying to
recapture what is
essentially rockbed
Back on now historic
waters long ago
floated what became
symbolic tea

Now in trying to
recapture what is
essential rockbed
values in my veins
I am viewed with

It frustrates, provokes
and confuses that
some cannot seem to
see that
there are forces that
are alligned to change
the face forever
of this, my own country

Wednesday, October 06, 2010 3:50:14 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)

That fourteen-year-old
pushing mower summer day
I noticed the missing slat
just one through which
glittered grass greener
and the bodacious sun
kissed body of bikinied
Mrs. Pratt
it was a pleasant crew cutted
lawn summer on an on after that!
10 3:54:40 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)

Through kitchen door I watch
with mouse emptied stomach
watch as you patter from
refrigerator to blender
making a morning shake
to watch your weight as
my kittens languish
Wednesday, October 06, 2010 3:59:06 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)

Belching in your underwear
are going to teach me
the finer points of living
Wednesday, October 06, 2010 4:04:51 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)


Since birth
I work finding
each iotic bit
that escapes your
gargantuan eye
an exemplar of
diligence running
always from the
encroachment of
your pesticided foot
as you vilify me
as repulsive for my
work as you play
with future earth
let us see whose
progeny remain
Wednesday, October 06, 2010 4:37:43 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)


Here I sit
Holding each syllable
To the light
Considered and polished
Again and again
Sometimes discarded
While you, out there
Spread the street
Gaily with vomitous
Outpouring expecting
Me to walk out and
Slosh, happily
Banging a tambourine
My ruined shooed syllables
Soaked in your mess
Wednesday, October 06, 2010 4:44:04 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)

Little girl
in candy caned
there for the
born to
be broken
when freely
on a hot summer
day on the edge
of a cool dark wood...
there are rules
to be followed
Friday, October 08, 2010 12:15:33 AM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)

On the other side of the fence
is green grass that rolls out
a red carpet for wild abandon

On the other side of the fence
are flowers tumbling in a profusion
of joyous perfume

On the other side of the fence
is flesh to flesh finding solace
in innocent satiation

On the other side of the fence
is all that is not
within the confine
Friday, October 08, 2010 12:38:12 AM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)


I'm going said she
and what is it to you
You had your time and
I'll have mine too
Ring on my finger not
yours through my nose
You never raised me to
be one of those

I'm going said she
and what is it to you
You had your time
and I'll have mine too
Did you think I'd stay setting
Another and another "holiday" table
You could not have thought that
Not when I'm still young, ready
and able

You could not have thought
That I’d ride the ribbon with
you the future sliding our joined
fingers through

I'm not seeing those tears
I'm just closing my eyes
Since there really is no need
for these maudlin goodbyes
Not when there's Skype, e-mail,
and phones everywhere

A baby you say?
And what does that change?
You don’t have to be
In the same state to be
In love’s range

I'm going said she
Looking straight at and through me
Her voice and demeanor just as calm as could be
You will visit with me and
I will visit with you
And this door I am closing
This conversation is through.
Friday, October 08, 2010 12:56:02 AM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)

Boring and burning
and boring and done
long ago stopped being
anything fun
When absent heaving, panting
pulsating and sweating
Giving with one eye turned on to the getting
Those rose petal baths and hard sprayed water showers
Now completely a waste of precious better
spent hours
Friday, October 08, 2010 12:58:29 AM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)


In the distant cool mist past
remember I deep
water's tail flicked fast
Friday, October 08, 2010 2:22:57 AM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)

I scream, you scream
we all scream for ice cream
Papa sung and it was funny
but then he made it true
In the summer-time
hours-past-bed-time night
around our bare feet
ice cream melting in our mouths
fire-flies flew

I scream, you scream
we all scream for ice cream
Laughed and laughed, loud and OUTSIDE
As Papa sat in his green chair this WIDE
Falling dominoed onto one another
Cones held high away from each other
Until come to take us home we heard her call …
That dress-wearing succubus of magic all…
As we untangled from each other
Feet firma-terra our pursed lipped mother
Saturday, October 09, 2010 12:54:02 AM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
(please keep in mind this from the "other side of the fence")

Oh my dear sister, my sister my dear
I hope that this time you will stop and just hear
Your slap-dashy, anything-goes, can't we get along attitude
Does not and will not sit well, I know, with the holy “Big Dude”
And when the time comes and we rise together in glorious rapture
My sister with strangers you shall writhe in flaming infinite capture

Saturday, October 09, 2010 12:55:52 AM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
THE UNCOMMENTED (referring to poets)

We are the uncommented
The uncommented upon are we
We write from passion of lyric, rhythm and beat
In our solitude free, the uncommented those would be we
If our eye should light on a list, our names we will not see
We write from the bursting of images breaking out floating free
Never “kudoed” or “bravoed” or “wowed” or applauded to be
We are the uncommented writing from a place above and within
No need now for any gratuituous critique to begin

Psst.. here’s a small voice as small as a Who
Whispering tiny Seussian words that I hope heard be by you
My voice so secretive-wispy a butterfly’s eyelash would it not touch
As I say... “If you mentioned me once I would not mind very much”


1 comment:

  1. Pearl, I LOVE this, especially the Seuss reference. Thanks for pointing me over here! :)