"leastwise" poems
Once I seen a human ruin
In a elevator-well.
And his members was bestrewin'
All the place where he had fell.
And I says, apostrophisin'
That uncommon woful wreck:
"Your position's so surprisin'
That I tremble for your neck!"
Then that ruin, smilin' sadly
And impressive, up and spoke:
"Well, I wouldn't tremble badly,
For it's been a fortnight broke."
Then, for further comprehension
Of his attitude, he begs
I will focus my attention
On his various arms and legs--
How they all are contumacious;
Where they each, respective, lie;
How one trotter proves ungracious,
T' other one an alibi.
These particulars is mentioned
For to show his dismal state,
Which I wasn't first intentioned
To specifical relate.
None is worser to be dreaded
That I ever have heard tell
Than the gent's who there was spreaded
In that elevator-well.
Now this tale is allegoric--
It is figurative all,
For the well is metaphoric
And the feller didn't fall.
I opine it isn't moral
For a writer-man to cheat,
And despise to wear a laurel
As was gotten by deceit.
For 'tis Politics intended
By the elevator, mind,
It will boost a person splendid
If his talent is the kind.
Col. Bryan had the talent
(For the busted man is him)
And it shot him up right gallant
Till his head began to swim.
Then the rope it broke above him
And he painful came to earth
Where there's nobody to love him
For his detrimented worth.
Though he's living' none would know him,
Or at leastwise not as such.
Moral of this woful poem:
Frequent oil your safety-clutch.Porfer Poog.
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The following is based on a true story. This dude came into my work 3 years ago and literally did not possess the vocabulary to order his food. I don't know what his story is, but he inspired this piece.
"ill literacy"
He spoke in code
like birds perched
on branches
singing
unintelligible tunes
only they understand
I watched him
in silence
my voice boxed in
my voicebox in
shock
at the witnessing
of a mis-education
illiteracy
personified
another
foster child
of the SUSD system
just another
“unreachable” student
deemed
“just another”
<17%
of stocktonians
have college degrees
17%
such
a juvenile #
18%
leastwise
is more
adult-sounding
in front
of every high school
is a flag
red
white
blue
ring
----------
middle
----------
index
only
the “just anothers”
can read
between the lines
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 5:44 AM UTC
infant star expanding
pushes out all but the matter you (might) shed.
one thing: moss hides stone. only burrowers & nightwalkers
have ever seen it, its - inhale . exhale
the space around you hums with enticing
clarity and i imagine even a
stranger occasionally nearly
thinks about the same millimeter of air.
black ash and waking, scraping plagues
of this modern world will extinguish
makers of entropy, retaliatory perfection of chance
leastwise: Naive won't be aware
of drowning noiseless in the gray jar of foam.
Dec 14, 2010
Dec 14, 2010 at 3:59 PM UTC
To anyone
The warning
Beauty is dangerously fascinating
as well as the person who it dwells.
Therefore, I'm not responsible
for your precocious passions
either your impossibilities.
1st stranger / The worker
A charming smile
able to break down the walls
around my small heart.
So he goes on his own way
as far as he feels more alone.
He's a charm
which, however,
lives in the future.
Oh he's a machine, leastwise
he works at speed of one.
2nd stranger / The sculptress
The dissolved melancholy
in her round face
is extremely rare,
because it's similar to mine.
So many shapes!
So many angles!
So many views!
So many plans!
Oh she suffers of simplicity
inside a world
so complex.
3rd stranger / The dreamer
Eyes of matutinal sky
which once stared at me deeply,
making me daydream on a folly.
A boy who has been abandoned in the desert
(in the desert of awareness).
A boy who has been found at sea
(at sea of unawareness).
I envy his young eyes.
Mindful eyes to everything and everyone.
Eyes with an incredible innocence.
Sometimes I'm like him:
obsessed with folly,
but full of sanity.
4th stranger / The dadaistic
The most beautiful gold wires
sway in front of me
as well as they identify
the person to whom they belong.
However, I don't know why
I've seen her with so much affection.
She's nothing to me.
She doesn't make sense like this.
Perhaps her beauty
is somenthing unique
(and this is worthy of affection
leastwise, of contemplation).
5th stranger / The artist
When he speaks,
his lips are voluptuous.
and when he shuts up,
they are just lips.
I consider my appreciation
somewhat sentimental
although it is fatal.
I make poetry in pure expression,
requiring to intervene or not.
I'm anxious as well as anguished
and therefore I fall in love
externally and internally
with his impressionist beauty.
Beauty which once I imagined owning
with the same feeling
which I dedicate him this space
from a pretentious poem.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
As a boy, I'd find my father
sitting in the pitch dark living room,
cigarette aglow, as I'd pass
from my bed to the bathroom.
Did the boy consider, at that late hour,
what plans or fears occupied the man?
Not at all, nor did the man share
with the passing boy what he thought.
Now he's gone. Back from that ****
and many another, I can well imagine
the mystery I must be to my son.
Has much changed but the date and where the man fought?
Most men, most times, abide in peace,
leastwise not always angry or afraid
they cannot save their children from the gas
or the abyss about which God lied.
Yet, when the boy dreams through the room
in the movement of his body there's a sleepiness
to make the man weep for himself, his father
and the boy who comes to the darkness unafraid.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 7:02 AM UTC
It hit me like brick
definitely dense and so thick
I thought it might be a trick
the pieces snapped in and then clicked
Who did I think I was?
seeking to aid in the cause
Not understanding my flaws
giving me a hard mental pause
Just a feminine fan
trying to do all I can
Feminists don't want support
leastwise not
from a man
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC