"lintels" poems
The night before I killed myself I tried to sleep but couldn't. The mantle clock sounded second ticks long-handed. Loud, long ticks.
I climbed up on the roof. Sat on shingles layered in leaves I'd promised but never got around to blowing off. The neighbor's cat stared at me across the way. A look as empty and weightless as I felt. She meowed one plangent note before she left me there.
Dark mistletoe hung unused from lintels long ago. You and I we stood there not sure of what to do.
The night before I killed myself I built a fire. Fed it the notes you wrote.
Declerations of love turned to ash without protest. Your pleas were next, their ashes floating up in black and white.
Columns of supplication falling cold and grey.
You never want to see me again; I saved that one for last, just as you did.
The night before I killed myself I searched my contacts. Only a few remained and still it felt crowded, filled with intimate strangers who'd stopped calling long ago. I tried to count the people who might care, but I came up empty handed.
The night before I killed myself the moonlight spilled on lawns manicured through quiet dedication only suburbs can posess. I enjoyed it once. Now the silent solitude I sought ran screaming, chased by racing thoughts and guilt I could no longer place.
That night I tried to tell myself to live, while the last lights flickered in my eyes. Ash is what's left when the fire dies.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
CHILD of the Aztec gods,
how long must we listen here,
how long before we go?
The dust is deep on the lintels.
The dust is dark on the doors.
If the dreams shake our bones,
what can we say or do?
Since early morning we waited.
Since early, early morning, child.
There must be dreams on the way now.
There must be a song for our bones.
The dust gets deeper and darker.
Do the doors and lintels shudder?
How long must we listen here?
How long before we go?
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Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 1:00 AM UTC
The terms (bridge, shoring, wall, critical flow, centrifugal pump, lintels and neutral axis ) used in this poem are some basic terms that every civil engineering student should know. Be creative while you study!
Inspired from a civil engineering book.
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“Here I write
From the core of my heart
For no other than but you my love.
Like a bridge,
You're carrying my paths over every obstacle,
You're the one you've made my life stable.
Like a shoring,
You've strengthened me when I was shattered
You've done so well to me and that mattered.
Like a wall,
You've been so defensive.
You've offered me the best of the best relationships.
Like a critical flow,
My love for you is deepened,
You've left an impression which is permanent.
Like a centrifugal pump,
You've allowed my feelings to gel up perfectly in me,
You've made me feel beautiful and free.
Like lintels,
You've provided me with the required way
You've shown me the places where I can grow and play.
Over and above,
You've become the critical neutral axis of my life,
Let's stay together and celebrate life."
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 2:48 AM UTC
Departing life, grandeur of elysium. Daylight and strife.
Mid-minimal ocular display, see it if you do.
The ****** morale is scaly and prickly as coral flowers, within
The rut of cornery blossoms, ransacked by pronghorns in rut.
America, corner of the second century. Title of the thermopolium and its Lintels. Chests of coals from where fox kin stuffed goose meat and wild fowl.
Anchors us into the Earth. Salt vibrations echo through narrow thickets of Grazers. Undulates flaunt urea on every cleft of green, this shelf of plateau, Any gall stone thrown this way or that way.
Underneath the hours, under nine, we sample ginger and sugar snaps under Our tongues. We race, like royal rats, through the timbrels, down the trail, Out into the outer-woods, down the ravines, up through the terrace where The hedgehogs go, and out to the quay and rills where father fits the stream With his string laps and lanterns. Margaret loves roe while I can barely stand Anything that breathes underwater. Except for the sharks, I am crazy for Them, how there quill-like teeth paint me into oblivion and my amazing Flight for death.
Mommy hates the subway, she says it's gritty and for trollops and beggars, But I say it's an adventure. We have our own tunnel, and George comes with us too. I wonder if his daughters in Cropredy come too, or if they have to. And papa taught me to listen for them. 1-2-3-4-5 CRASH!! 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10 BOOOM!!!! They fly over to us, from France papa says. It's the Germans he says, "but by '45 it'll all be done with, America can't keep its hands out of our pockets, and when they come everyone will go home." And I ask him,"Even George, even George will go home?" And so he told me no, not then. Not ever really.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
In twilight sounds of Louis Prima,
I blast the clouds of milky *****
Loosies falling through cracked plastic casings. The leather race.
The skin race. Mother Goose's shoes gave me a foot fetish for starving
Innocent women children- how I love
All. The lintels excisions' forgiven,
My libations intended for an astronaut of solemn jazz solos.
Puking narrative, out a gentle cough gives way.
To the colors of Mars candy bar caramel coatings. How we gloat.
Glowing of paradigms, distraught by the quiet ring of the cup & string.
Earned from an evening of perfervid pervert cacophonies
Often where I where the shoes with backs cut from shreds,
I know have uneven shreds. The Dead plastique of alligator cleats.
Ichbarken, lucifers *** drawings of Darwin, making alive the living Room shackles where I pack backpacks of narrow-minded princess Girlfriends, and I
Trespass reason for every hedonistic reason I please.
Whilst I onward huddle(belly out) guarding the Heraldic heretics of
Every disgruntled guilty Jewish mother- hands and toes I nibbled on.
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
Like a stranger in is gloom, reveals the blood from his knuckles,
And the runnel filled of sludge, covers the sides of its bucket,
The maggot carnival maps out the lines of the fox
With its skeleton unhooked it creaks like an antique grandfather's clock.
Whistling Old Mother Goose, with lintels bare like Mother Hubbard,
Kept quite neatly to herself to hide away her brimming cupboards,
And a risky little boy disobeys his father's orders,
To take a chancy feral ride on the feet of its horses.
For every penny that you throw there is a wish to be on order,
But when it comes you'll never know, since coincidences are difficult to uncover,
Each speck of light from the every bird that takes in flight,
Holds the wings with its might, crossing rivers in the night.
For every marten that touts its prize,
A fledgling mother has tearful eyes,
But to a supper full of crickets,
Isn't half as good as gizzards,
A great supplement you'll know is the faith you uncover,
To the God's that heaven sews, will keep you warmer than any other.
While a plane is in flight you must never pipe or smoke,
Each passenger aboard knows, that every instrument has a fragile note.
So if it's ignorance you hold, please find a different mother and father,
Because in our home you'll know, we strictly keep to order.
But one mistake isn't so bad, as a string of bad behavior,
And it shouldn't be so hard to believe, when you see the bruises on our neighbors.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
Time again
to notice things
glad galaxies
of primrose from
the window of
a taxi going back
to where I started..
to seek
the sound umbilical,
Spring lintels
at the hinterland
symbolic
of a simple need
returned.
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 11:56 PM UTC
The sea was black
What do you get when you mix:
Red
Blue
Yellow?
Primeval opaque primordial mash; marinating the multitude of lifes mass
Energy polarized and divided
Each gaseous faction lurching dredging dense cumulonimbus depths
Exhausting volume's finite designation
Convergent catalyst; cataclysm creation
Brightness bursting blacks truest shade
Ludicrous lashes cascade, unfurling hysterically from crystal prisim shrapnel; struck and shattered
Focused lazer pushing downward; lunging upwards
Coarsing carbons culmination
Ancient artistry; amino acids
Brilliantly binding
Briskly building Romanesque colonades
Lintels streched over arches spiraling into domes; Civilization's ornate chromosomal architecture
Rendering relic reference point by which all will be considered
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
When I see streets of life
In the streetlights of strife
It cuts me like a knife
To see I've much more to go
Than to grow
Realizing life works in the opposite way
At end
I find myself
Growing more
Than the work done behind
In many ways
The modern lanterns
Amidst motel lintels
Seem rather mellow
At first glance
My lady seems ravishing
But the smell of her...
I'll put my life's work
Into a concordant
The frets raise the pitch
Somehow I'm fretting
With my doubts
In life's pitch
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 11:14 AM UTC