Major P's Poems

Diver

Down in the dawn
Where the buds are waking,
Smooth slips across to the sea,
Forsaking a pale explosion
For fathoms of creation,
A start for the beginning,
Butter for thunder.
Now he is sinking under.
Now he is falling back to sleep,
Dreaming the darkness of the deep.

 

Another

I remember
days of slumber
unconcious, enveloped
content to think
and grow within
constriction.

I left to pursue a career
(and now look, it pursues me)
I was encouraged by looks
from Another,
who was unaware
of all influence.

And now I long to burrow back
To comfort, woven
in that place of Birth
instead of existing For
this charging gift.

 

The Salaryman

Co-workers watched him as he ran to meet the sunrise
Turning back, he told them it was their time
They rose up as one, on the same plane, and denied,
Citing centuries of acceptance and dependence

America was talking when the salaryman arrived
He lay his raincoat on the pile and glanced into the crowd
His brothers and sisters looked into his eyes
There was nothing there to recognize

His diode is the center of oncoming traffic,
Casting blue light into shadows of flickering filiments.
He knows that in two breaths, they will be gone.
They will be replaced when he wins his dawn.

 

Sporadise

sifted silence hosts
the dim, dull dinner,
the backlit monologue
of forests sipping foggily
from mossy snifters

toad-goats sleep under
mounds of rotting quotes
mind-vines creep over
boasts and IDs

across the seas
green-grey summers deeply moan,
sporadise
you are our home

 

Salaryman is great. Love the original specifics and the message well presented.

 

Loved all these! There's practically no line without purpose, that isn't well presented, that doesn't flow or fit with all the rest. Great wordplay, voice, and presentation.... I thoroughly enjoyed, and look forward to reading more!

 

I agree, these are really good. I liked "another" and "salaryman" the best.

 

Sunrise in Tibet

A beacon parts the clouds,
Washing the blue
From the sky that surrounds.
Sunlight sings out,
Banishing shadows
To the ground.

 

Tibet - inspirational, concise...thanks

 

Bee-Killer

Flourescent lights are bee-killers.
Don't let their bright glow fool you --
They're death traps, every one.

I imagine what it's like
to be a bee in one of
those things --
Boxed up in a bright room --
Can't see out, blinded by light --
it's easy to imagine,
Slowly suffocating --
Vision fading --

blank stares follow blank verse
kittens stress syllabic intervals,
quietly chewing on vowels

No,
No, I'm under here
Looking at the ceiling from a chair
Not bumping against the clouded wall
In high-strung despair.

 

Bee-Killer made me feel uncomfortable in my own skin. Few poems can penetrate me like that.

 

-Bee Killer- is simply perfect… I loved it all, the opening is tight and sets a wonderful hook, it opens up in the second stanza and turns loose the emotions (I agree with KittenX there too, it’s a creepy-crawly, helpless feeling) and the last two stanzas are just wonderful… the rhyming to close it out is quite effective! Overall, what I found most impressive was the transition from stanza to stanza… it’s fantastic, appearing effortless and natural. Great work, I enjoyed immensely!

 

Great flow. I love the images.
A gem of style and depth. Wonderful sinking close.

 

Spring

bare fields are held
hostage under icy skies
chilled stars are frozen
in place
I am gentle light,
shining in my master's eye

I whisper
into the dark room
I caress
the shoulder
of my aged lord
who stirs,
recalling the possibility
of seeds yet unsown.

 

Another, The Salaryman and Beekiller blew me away. Glad for the read and reread. Last time I tried posting it was doing weird things on the site and wouldn't allow it. pfft~

 

Frankenstein

The lines I spin did not begin
in the base space between these ears.
They been on-air for years.
I got my pick of old beats
from a jar of the concentrated --
decades of grooves isolated,
separated from the outdated
to be later resuscitated.
Took me ten years to realize
my rhymes are a frankenstein,
but to summarize is not to plagairize.
No eyes are widened by mindless dictation,
but I'll save you the pain of deliberation
and let meaning take its vacation.
When I'm rhyming, it's timeless.
My lines have got the signs
of greatness, but I don't profess
originality. I'm a product of our history,
rinsed of refusal,
a tried-and-true new for your perusal.

 

Creeping Thing

There is something I wanted
To show you
A long time ago.

A creeping bliss,
Soft and small,
Warm as a strawberry
Who has eaten the sun.

There is something I need
To tell you
Head to head,
Thought to thought -
We are
Eventual. Please understand -
Everything is edges in this room.

There is something I want
To let you know -
With patience,
Beams of light
Could smile again
Inside our heads.

 

Takeover

Stay away
You have broken my day,
Destroying my life without
A violent thought.

I watched
As you moved into
My house,
Reviving the brown yard,
Calling wet life into dry stalks,
Earning the admiration of the neighbors.
I watched as you took
What was mine,
Enjoying it
More than I ever could.

Stay away
Let me remain
In my mountain cave,
A pale shaking leaf,
The girl you have rendered obsolete.

 

I loved Creeping Thing. The last two stanzas really got me.

 

FOUR-FOOT COW STRING

big electric giant
fandangling me by a
FOUR-FOOT COW STRING
dribbled SEVEN wonders
on his toes and sighed

WHY IS THE WIND
nowhere to be seen and
WHY ARE WE UNDER
when we should be on top of
WHY ARE WE UNDER
when we should be above

big eclectic incentives
gobbled away the length of a
FOUR-FOOT COW STRING
as I watched him
sighing to himself