Ice Cream

Submitted by smiley7 on Wed, 04/12/2017 - 12:16am

Marching down

the days before

pushed in dreams

of color...

Kindred of the poor

blessed in time and place

barefooted to cities of the night

taking flight

carrying Mother’s anger

and hating

a yoke of time, puritanical

Lifted, somewhat with age

infirmity at the door

wishing more delights

botanical

“Everyone screams for ice-cream!”

Waiting at the door

so much more

what’s in store?

Sleepless thoughts

piercing blood-pinched skin

of molestation

Quiet

How many more

drinking lemonade in the gold-plated shade

rigging democracy and right

muddying canvases of delight

turning the blade

Banning books

voters

swinging from a tree

missiles sent for victory

Shove the mother in, burn

turn the blade

Buttons, bumpers, robo-calls

can't feel

ice-cream under the feet

so sweet

Grasses hold it there

for all to eat

before it seeps, it weeps

of ice gone bye.

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Submitted by Big Al on Wed, 04/12/2017 - 1:22am

Good touch smiley.

I reminded of the beatniks.

Submitted by smiley7 on Wed, 04/12/2017 - 4:56pm

edit for spelling: I'll take that compliment

@Big Al @Big Al @Big Al
sir

The followers of the playwrights: Osborne, Tennessee, O'Neill, Miller, Logan and many more;
foundation for Woodstock, the fifties, most impressive underground thinking in the day.

I wish I could remember the title of a beatnik movie: poetry versed in a black and white spotlight, camera looking down on stage; a moving piece to me to this day. Better than Playhouse Ninety.

Good to see you, thanks for reading and most for giving a damn about it all.

edited to add.

Submitted by janis b on Wed, 04/12/2017 - 2:16am

What a beautiful voice you express your thoughts and wishes with

drinking lemonade in the gold-plated shade

I found this line particularly arresting. In one sense the image imparts to me a feeling of something idyllic and uncomplicated; that of enjoying the modest and refreshingly sweet taste of fresh lemonade, in the golden light of the sun. In another sense, because of it's meaning in context of the poem, that idyllic image sours in its darkened space.

Your poems are so bitter-sweet and very satisfying to read. Thank you smiley.

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Submitted by smiley7 on Wed, 04/12/2017 - 5:04pm

Great album, janis b, Pure Imagination...

@janis b
Bitter Sweet would make a great song for a good movie and it's cover makes me want to go, travel. Thank you.

Submitted by mhagle on Wed, 04/12/2017 - 2:33am

Important art for our time

Your poems are so much more than words. They always do something to the inside of me. I appreciate you and your work.

Smiling

—

Marilyn

"Make dirt, not war." eyo

Submitted by smiley7 on Wed, 04/12/2017 - 5:07pm

Smiling back at you mhagle...

@mhagle
your thoughts warm my day. Thank you.

Submitted by riverlover on Wed, 04/12/2017 - 7:47am

Perfect phrasing.

And for those like me, suddenly kicked back by more than one disability at a time: why have I not bought ice cream in maybe six months? Such a complex but simple pleasure there. TY

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Submitted by smiley7 on Wed, 04/12/2017 - 6:30pm