if my head is down, do not be afraid, for my mouth is smiling where it is
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A Series of Poems Dedicated To Time Wasted by Spending it WiselyTRANSCRIPT
If My Head Is Down, Do Not Be Afraid, For My Mouth Is Smiling Where It Is
Jennifer Page Algieri
Obligatory IntroductionI have too much spare time, and simultaneously not enough and zero ability to actually come up with
comprehensive titles. At work, in school, during times I should be doing other tasks and activities I find myself jotting down bizarre snippets of nothingness. Then titles must be assigned, and that mess is dealt with on the spot with much thought and deliberation all the while I know it will never be the title the poem deserves to have. Never have I seen a more disorganized, organized mess of attempted flatter and finery than my poetry. It reminds me why we are clear when we speak, because goodness it is exhausting trying to be lovely. But here all of this kerfuffle resides anyway, a predicament of exasperating poems that connect in the bizarrest of ways with their excessive language and poor attempts at being symbolic and bits of fragments I adored but couldn’t let go of. Regardless, I fell in love with my darlings, and had to kill them one by one to present to you, returning, for the very first time, by popular demand, a collection of poems dedicated to the spare time I should have used wiser depicting the way I think versus they way I speak versus they way I write, and all they’re glorious conflicts of behaviour.
Ode To The Hardships We Had To Invent For Ourselves
Stupid breeds stupid
Carelessness breeds recklessness
Eat four saltines in a minute
Glorious!
Love it!
Tried it
Failed
Those who never failed
Never did anything stupid
Still phenomenal
It was a cracker
And It rose to something more
How powerful our food becomes
When we have an abundance of it.
Swallow a spoonful of cinnamon
Ridiculous!
Impossible!
Did it anyway
Failed again
No one succeeded
But we tried anyway
The glory of a challenge
You challenged us
Risking our lives
For glory
For Saltines
And Cinnamon
Because you could never be boring
Cheers to the stupid
And the reckless
And the pointless
And the bold
Props to you
For becoming a trending tag
The respect I uphold
For crackers and spice
Is not something to shame
But something to marvel at
No one remembers me
The way they
Will remember you.
Kill Your Darlings or Convince Them To Kill Themselves
I fell in love with an idea
Foolish and weary
Wandering between reality
The idea of a something
Of a maybe
Of an almost
Of a could have been
Words tear through pages
Because they just don’t fit
Characters bleed through the paper
And become blotches
Of nothing
Of very nearly
But not quite
Sentences that were fragments
Word that were wrong
Characters that were static
Ideas I fell in love with
And could not let go of
My darlings,
How can I kill you?
No parent is pure
Who murders her children
But let you live?
No, no
Not that
My relatively’s
My roughly’s
My just about’s
Tarry onward towards answers
And the promise that all will turn out right
If I keep going forward
And forget to look back
My darlings
My darlings
My darlings
We go forward
But I shall not
I cannot let you die
You were mine to protect
So swallow pride and integrity
Down with regulations and opinions
I shall reside with you
My imperfect perhaps.
Quel Suprise Candy Land IThe drops paved the
path that we followed and lined
the walls of the
bridge in place of the usual
stones. A person behind us
called out to us claiming
the pass was reserved only
for those who landed
exactly on purple. Of course
we didn’t listen
and only ran faster
ahead, only to get
Stuck in the melted mess
of the gumdrop gluck
to wait until we could
pull ourselves free.
The story begins
At the edge of the wood
Where the Gingerbread Plum Trees
Grow. We started the journey
On rainbow steps
Through the pleasant oaks iced
with soft vanilla cream
that gave them the faces
with smiles they shared.
In that woodland of plenty
We crept on our way
‘til the woods turned sweet
and the air filled with
a peppermint scent.
The Candy Cane Forest we
came upon next and
were offered two peppermint sticks
to enjoy on our trip
to the throne of the Candy Land King.
We crunched through snow, more sugar
than ice, and proceeded
on our merry way.
The sticky surface
of the ground began
clutching our shoes as we moved ourselves past
the Gumdrop Pass.
The gooey sensation
stuck to our soles
with a temperate sun on
the jelly like buttons.
Released at last
we could continue forth
between licorice sticks woven
up to the sky. Lord Licorice’s
Castle the dreadful abode,
sat squat in the dreariness
of the dessert desert dunes
A place no one traveled
and no one returned.
But look, there are nuts
growing on stems
and a house, quite content
made of Peanut Brittle sits
comfortable in the mist
of a peanut butter fog.
Quel Suprise Candy Land IIAvoiding the squirrels,
and the chatty Grandma Nut
we scampered forth
to the Lollypop Woods
where all will get lost
regardless of directions
or maps. So lost we did get
for some moments or so, before
finding the right way to go.
The lollypop flowers
were perfect for picking
and eating especially of course.
But we couldn’t fill up
for the best was yet to arrive.
Trotting through green fields
and colourful candies,
all of which we should have liked to try,
the air got much colder
and the winds grew much bolder
to reveal the Ice Cream Sea!
Behold! So majestic!
We paused for much longer
and skated across a frozen lagoon
where Ice Cream Snowmen waved
and rivers of soda accompanied
us as we shivered,
but still ate more.
Amidst brain freeze that warned us
not to over-eat sweets
we carried on
on our much warmer way.
The castle was distant,
but its outline appeared
yet the faster we ran
the less is came near
for the pathway was then blocked
by a Molasses Moat
whose fudgesicle bars
were only mal-par.
We got stuck only once
and were out in a pinch
before racing ahead to the gates
only to find
we had drawn the last card
which portrayed a picture of
Gingerbread Trees.
We groaned and we sighed
we had come of so close
but the card had been chosen,
so we had to obey
and were sent right in reverse
on our less merry way
to return to the start of the game.
Sobbing Uncontrollably While The Other
Thinks Uncharitable Things
Suck it.Suck on it.Deal with all this.Shut up and suck it.Absolute trash and universal swine.Suck it.
Lament of a LifeguardSwim moms
Carry verbal baggage
To dump on anyone
Who Listens
Richer than sin
She says too loud
“Her son
Can’t even float”
Clacking on phones
And laptops
On bleachers in hot discussion
“Young people these days, AmIRight?”
Pool water
Lapping the edges
“I was training as an Olympian
When I was her age.”
Equipment slaps the side
Children scream
Loudly
To no one in particular
“One, two three
Eyes on Me!”
“One Two
Eyes on You!”
Unshaken
In watches
Worth more
Then I am
Over the shoulder
Back-talk to coaches
“I just think my way
Is better.”
Sure of themselves
They gossip as loud as possible
Secrets are only fun
For sharing
Jumping off platforms
Parents film children
Their obligations
Fulfilled
“Isn’t J.T.’s dive
Getting so very nice.”
“And she tried to tell me
What he can or can’t eat.”
Leaving with comments
Among one another
“That lifeguard,
She must be so bored.”
For Tomorrows CrowdFear.
Love.Hate.
Joy.Power.
Respect.Saw something.
Said nothing.Drank to forget.
Poke a hole in the sky.Weep ‘til the leaves fall off.
Dream of tomorrow and mourn yesterday.Mourn tomorrow and dream of yesterday.
Change the tone.The mood.
Scream.Louder.
Irritation is the enemy.Shatter.
Feel a word with your soul.Nothing hurts like a word.
Crinkle the page of a legacy.Burn bridges.
Flames lick flesh the way fear clings to hope.Cry.
Tomorrow won’t be better.But yesterday was worse.
Hurt.Feel.
Die.Live.
Four Minutes For Four HoursTo all my friends
who wished to be born in the 50’sWelcomeThe 50’sand 60’s
Seal of Approvalstick to the side
of the statesLiving in
The Banned Editionrendition
of a real life novelThe Value of Ego
ergoexists not far behindelitists and Enemies
elevated Inside and Out
A lot of badis going to happen
in thisTricky Balancing Act
A nation dividedis still standingVictim’s faces
Facing the Camerafor scrutiny
Black – ThugMuslim – Terrorist
White – He’s just sickRight?White
and light skinneddon’t commit crimes
They can’t
between controlling the congressand ruling the roadsThe Last Politicians
urge for peacewhen police
line the streetHalf a million’s a lot of money
for murderFour Minutes
For Mike Brown
Words Do Fail Me
Disgust me
Exhaust that expression
like Shakespeare with rhythm
Wear me thin with ridicule,
slam me dry of colours.
I have romanced the prose
out of the poems
someone loved.
So shame me for my sins
shower me in flowers of
hate and contempt.
The light of your life
disappeared when I stole
the sun,
so punish me.
I destroyed the beautiful
secrets of life
Share with me your story
of detest.
21 deceptions of clairvoyant
distaste
shall follow me to the past
Stained Glass Houses Throwing RocksI am glass
Stained windows cascaded in colour which tells a story to the eyes
Time, energy, and influence sculpted me into this creation
Dazzling and peaceful
Triumphantly trumpeting the glory of the story I am telling
I break under a crushing hurricane
Shatter under adversary
Tremble in war
As floods and rockets send me tumbling to the ground
Fragmented and useless
Closing in on those who worship, I lock them in and dowse them in light
Luminescent and forgiving.
Sin does not perturb the sanctuary so long as I stand
Towering over those of holier stature than I
Blood and sweat
Fire and heat
Smelting, blowing, melting, shaping
At last perfection
Dominating the room, eyes wander to my place of grace
Questions, or answers, each viewer gives more to me than I started with
Sunshine permeates through my translucent skin
Covering those eyes in bliss described only in shades of red
Or hues of blue
An image tells the story of a thought
There is not truth in imagery
Only a vision
Here and gone
Lost forever, until discovery, in sharp glass shards
Because Heroin Dealer Sounds Classier Than Crack Addict
I can see the future.
I read it as the stone is carved.
Granite and sediment are chiseled and crafted
Depicting the world as it will become
Every action creates a new reaction
The past dictates the present
The present determines the future
Change is rudimentary
Static behavior is safe
Nothing creates nothing
I can see the future
Fear no more
The granite chisels are weak
We were content with nothing
So that’s all that’s left: for now, forever, for always
Molten LoveLike the thick richness of marshmallow fluff
The honeydew son of perfection arrives
And a sugar sweet smile was simple enough
To melt me like butter and feel more alive
The glow of a dimple on one cherry cheek
The pureness of eyes, candy crystal in hew
Vanilla introversion keeps me meek
Stuck silent, in place, in peanut butter glue
Confectionary affection is shown to all
Anticipation builds like soda pop
Cinnamon dusted hair sifting through the hall
Music crescendos, strawberry blushing must stop
A rich chocolate voice compelling conversation
Me stuck speaking backwards with bubblegum frustration