"ransome" poems
Crazy perfume you smell when the doors swing wide open.
Crazy tiny hour hands tell every manican your shopping
toaday.
You buy summer dresses 50 percent off.
You watch my world slow down because I am
hanging like a hat on hooks.
I saw John crowe Ransome buying a suite
for a friends funeral.
Still I think he just wanted to leave.
Before the mall closed toaday I wanted to
become a waxed tile. Or even a plastic tree
next to the recliners. ( I coudnt be anything I wanted in here)
My painted jeans arnt for sale anymore.
Because years made them fade.
Now im inside new stores, new venues
to make happiness continue.
Some how its all the same.
When did I shift places
because the racks seem full
of sadness. I know where to
find mirriors even if no body
else actually wants to see
themselves reinvented again.
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
XXXIII
swinging at her mooring
the Albatross sits out the squall
rain driving down the loch
its crew ready to launch
the tender to greet dry land
At last ! (said *****
XXXIV
Reading Ransome
(before sleep takes over)
celebrates this northern clime
Diver or no Diver preoccupied ****
leaves the shore party to find
adventure above the secret cove
where Captain Flint and the scrubbers
make the Sea Bear fit for Old Mac
. . . but I am seduced
(until she comes to bed)
with Ms Jamie’s Sabbath Day
on Collinsay finding nothing
more necessary to write than
Sea, Birds, Wind
XXXX
Yesterday it rained all day
so the museum beckoned
and we became enthralled
by the artefacts of daily life,
images of times within
the memory - just. The things
of living mostly at home and
further from the world we know
and somehow cope with stand
testament to a way of life
now passed now gone.
Between bench and stove,
dresser and wheel,
the chest and personal
things, their short distances
collect in memory.
XXXV
sky blue
clouds grey and white
hills green and brown and purple
rocks grey and black
sea green and turquoise
tide brown
sand khaki
all the colours come together
on this afternoon beach
where the tide rising
dogs the footstep
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 6:30 AM UTC
why cant they let him go set him free instead
just for helping people they want to take his head
why cant they let him go he did nothing wrong
why cant they send him home where he should belong.
just another hostage held for ransome fee
another way of blackmail in order to be free
why cant they let him go this is not his fight
give him back his freedom its his human right
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 11:13 AM UTC
I've always felt a strong pulling towards the earth in my palms
Something beautiful about dirt filling the cracks left gaping
Band aid measure of a tired fault
The sun burns holes in my paper skin
Leaving behind a ransome note for my spite
Little days find longer months
Bringing telephone heartbreak to the girl made of angles
She pulls the mud over her eyes
Bringing warmth to a time of no sunshine
No time to sit, she sleeps under her old grave
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 9:45 PM UTC
Rain drops dropping on your dry soul
Wet hands now clap of laughter
Low in self-steem now flying higher
Weak in imagination
scared to see a future without her
She is deeper than the ocean floor
You shallow as a river filled with rocks
Emotions fueld by your insecurities
Now you are scared to be
who you are supposed to be
Stagnate in progression so you regress
Take a million steps backwards
Scared to move forward
Fearing the future
lacking the idea of growth
That one knee will never see the floor
Because you can't see a future with her
But you hold on to her like ransome
While her next one is dying to find her
Leave her be so she can be
free to find her one true love
Her next one
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 9:03 AM UTC
Beaten by nature,
Beaten by fate,
Abandoned by the future,
Shackled by hate;
Everything against us,
Nothing works,
All conspire against us,
Nothing works;
Robbers gain entry,
Ransack our spaces,
With brazen effrontery,
Descecrate our ladies;
Kidnappers abduct us,
Demand huge ransome,
We sell the horse,
But **** regardless the sum;
Terrorists massacre worshippers,
Leave trails of congealed blood,
Whole families in tatters,
Children cry, "why Lord?!"
Soldiers brutalise,
Intimidate and harass us,
Shoot with evident lies,
Then carry on without fuss;
The police betray truly,
Always hostile,
Never friendly,
Quick to open case file;
The government hate us,
From cradle to grave,
They rob us,
Then force us to behave;
The people, non wiser,
Mob and burn one another,
Rather than bond together,
They allow differences tear assunder.
Oct 19, 2022
Oct 19, 2022 at 8:29 AM UTC
We like to get high on emotions
See people kiss in the rain
Want to scale building in our dreams
Fly like a bird
And capture sunsets
But we hold our life for ransom
Say you have to pay to get it back
Between communication and tip jars
Life is lost and darkness thrives
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
we did not mean
to go to sea,
heads bound heavily.
we did not mean
to take the tide,
escape the crowds
and families.
we read arthur ransome
sensibly, sink gracefully.
sbm.
i am now snaller, than i used to be.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 6:03 AM UTC