Day: October 11, 2022

Where The Sidewalk Ends — Shel Silverstein

 
From down there
down there
it’s coming from down there

from where?
down there?

yes sis
I swear

that horrible smell
that’s filling the air
the one that’s most certainly
impossible to bear
is coming from that women
with the massive blue hair
sitting right there
on the patio chair
on the deck of the house
that’s below us
right there

what a putrid aroma
you’d think that she’d care
there are simply some things
that one never should share
like the stink that is rising
from that vat by her chair
on the deck of the house
right below us
down there

maybe I’m wrong
at least I hope I am
please
but I think in that vat
she is fermenting a cheese

ah—thn…ah—thn…ah—thn…
ah—think I’m gonna !SNEEZE!
from the grody-gross loathsome
smell’a that cheeze

not sure what kind
hope it’s not what I think
but only one kind
makes such a horrible stink

oh no dear — I’m right
I’m gonna scream bloody murder
that nasty cheese she’s fermenting
is a vile limburger

if one’s going to create
such a noxious foul stench
at least have the manners
to be a neighborly mench
and not foul the ozone
rather exhibit some pride
ferment when you’re alone
and please — do it inside

and lady — the hideous color
of that mountain of hair
I can’t help it
can’t help it
I can’t help but stare

it’s a tangled and horrible
monument to…
a disgusting and eye-blinding
shade of bright blue
and causing me a feeling
of nausea too

I must look away lady
my heads starting to whirl
between the cheese
and the hair
you’ve made my toes curl
I fear over the edge here
I’m going to hurl
and I don’t want to do that
in front of a girl

perhaps you’re chromatically challenged my friend
but consider the others that you might offend
a monumentally grotesque rat’s nest of blue
is not something anyone wants to look at on you

oh look sis — look
look again down there
that woman’s takin’ that vat
n’walkin’way from her chair

oh joy — for joy
that’s all I can say
thank our lucky stars
sis — she is goin’ away

and I hope away
she will stay
for the rest of the day

at least as long as the wind
keeps on blowing our way

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rob kistner © 2022

Poetry at: dVerse

Ecstatic image “Wisdom of The Ages” by: Autumn Sky

*To watch me read “Awareness Dawns” CLICK HERE

 
We are infinite beings
ever reawaking slowly
from an eternal place

our ultimate coming to “be”
unknown to us as any mystery
as gradually we open to our identity
like the waxing of an eternal moon
evolving to its fullness

our essence forever an enigma

our awareness dawns
like the gradual rising
of a fresh-born sun

the ultimate unveiling
of yet another eternal path
of the infinite many

we feel the substance of our emergence
as it flows effortlessly
into timelessness

it courses through our beings
as our essential lifeblood

as we become
what we have always been

immortal
spiraling upward
to become further
as always

it is in this ever becoming
that we see
we are infinite beings
part of an infinite whole
conscious in this ever-moment
dreaming to sustain the moment
eternally

so move boldly through this plane
be not anchored by expectations
remain ever filled with wonder
always open to the unbelievable
as this thread of the continuum
unfurls
unfolding splendid miracles

may further be it so
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo

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rob kistner © 2019
revised © 2022

Poetry at: dVerse

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