I didn't write anything from 2000 until 2002, when work started getting me down and I spent many nights away from my kids. So I was having a bad day, which culminated in a four-hour drive to a customer site in the driving rain at night. I wrote this when I arrived. Please let me know what you think.


Pulverized

Grind me under toe and thick black sole
Could I be reborn this way?
Sometimes a wish is all you need
To defy the masses, shake off the clones

Here’s how I go down: backache
Carry the load, carry the load
Did you know that I can lift 50 times my weight?
I’ll tap you on the head if the load is too much
There are many more like me, I said again and again
When will you listen?

And then they call, closer than ever
I love you both forever, and the load is gone
Sudden imagination and innocence
Flitting from joy to joy
Bright-eyed infectious smiles, teeth and no teeth
I feel like a man who has a purpose

Let’s jump, okay, I’ll stand on your feet
That’s my house, I live there with you
Manic dancing to Motown hits
While we chew pork chops on clipper ships
Small, fast feet welcome me at the door
Has your own name ever meant so much?

The buzzing returns always with the same tone
Four times and then the promise of another load
It is the farm
The queen has set more workers upon me
So I heft the crushing weight once again
Why don’t I refuse?

Hugs and kisses might just give release
Colony or hive, they would not fail without me
A child’s toes will do, to keep my mind
Remembering happiness, pure and new

Bob, with all due respect. I ask you to post no more than 3 poems at one time. This will give your readers a chance to read the poems at their leisure.
It will also give each one of your poems a chance to be read by more readers.


Les

Sorry, Les. Thanks for the advice. I had already written these, and thought I'd throw them out there. My mistake...

Bob, If you want to throw more than 3 at a time then do it all on one post. Inform us that you did it so we can read them all.

At least that's what they told me.

I really did enjoy this poem! It was very well written! Good work!

"Loving people is like farting in the wind; You don't actually accomplish anything, but you feel better."

~The Great and Powerful Angelia~

Bob, for me you can post 600 poems of this calibre. Forget Les and his grudging hangers on, I think you have posted some of the best stuff up here. Please continue.

Have you heard the song "there is a light" by the smiths?

I recommend it to you.

Bump, not for shameless self-promotion, but because I was asked to explain this one on Cosmic, so I thought I'd share it here (in case anyone has time to kill and is vaguely interested).


OK, here goes:

I had 2 young children at time of writing (3 and 1), and the more I had to work (especially out-of-town), the more I missed the silly games and live-for-the-moment times that kids share with you. In particular, they got as excited as I'd ever seen them when I got home and walked in the door.

I began to hate work and everyone I worked for, and I was bothered by the fact that I was one of many who knew how to do the work, but it seemed like I was always the first one committed (by someone else) to do it, explaining why I was away so much. Hence the ant reference. The buzzing is my cell phone, attached to my hip, ringing at all hours of the day/night. I dreamed of quitting to enjoy my kids, and the one thing that has always symbolized a child's happiness is a set of wiggling toes.

Hope this helps,

Bob

Sounds like you need a vacation, Bob. Relax. In time you will have time.

Les

Very well done- I love the wealth of detail, and the 'bee' theme.

pam

Bump, for Lord Flash-heart.

Bob,

Sorry I missed this one earlier. Well done, especially this line."Colony or hive, they would not fail without me." It seems to put things into their proper place of importance.

jhs

Thanks for posting this Bob, I really enjoyed it. If you want to let me know your email address I can email you an Mp3 copy of The SMITHS "The is a Light on" as suggested by Critic. That's unless you have it already )

Liam

Sure, rankin_bob@emc.com. Thanks, Liam, I can't wait to hear it.

Some nice work here.

Les

I saw a child in ecstasy today,
running into she's never been there before;
parent and friend running after
full of protect again...
remembered tiny toes and laughed
at nothing at all, nothing at all.