LPiA Nov28

[Tiger the Lion]

Let's Pretend it's April - Nov. 28

Rules: Write a poem for LPiA on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for the month of November. 

Topic : Write a poem about or inspired by an elevator. 
Form : Any
Line requirements: Eight or more.

Feel free to reply with comments or kudos as you wish. 

Questions?

[RiverNotch]

Friend


I know injustice
never ends
so I hope
that if you step
up on my shoulders
and take me for
an elevator
to climb the ledge
and catch a look,
even just
a single glance,
for a moment
you won't need
remember.

[CRNDLSM]

This is a disaster, I have to cross
the river but this tiny boat won't hold
me, my wolf, goat, and cabbage, but only
two at a time.  I have to drive the boat.
The wolf will eat the goat; the goat will eat
the cabbage. I know I've seen this before.

Alright goat, you're coming with me.  Before
we go though, I'll tether the wolf. We'll cross
and ill tether you there, the wolf won't eat
the cabbage.  Alright wolf come here, now hold
still.  Thank you, there we go.  Get in the boat
goat!  I'll be right back, this should take only

a few trips.  The rivers not strong, only
a little effort to paddle before
my arms tire. Now goat, get out of the boat!
Have a carrot while you wait here.  I'll cross
without you and come back with the wolf.  Hold
on, okay?  I'll be right back.  I can eat

later.  It doesn't matter if I eat
a little ham and cheese now, I'm only
a few hours from town, my stomach can hold.
Alright wolf here's a treat let's go before
goat chews through his rope.  Five more times to cross.
Dammit wolf!  Be still!  It's a little boat!

Now wait here, I'll take goat back in the boat.
Here have my ham, damn animals will eat
everything but the cabbages.  I cross
my heart, the cabbages are the only
things that matter here.  That's not true, before
you got sick we had space at home to hold

all our animals and more.  I can't hold
us all together, it's all sold.  This boat
carries our lives, to get to town before
the market closes.  Since the wolf won't eat 
the cabbage I can take it next.  Only
one more trip, for the goat, I'll have to cross.

Only one more babe, it's easy to cross.
Before you know it, I'll be home to eat.
Hold on babe, only two fit in this boat.

[TranquillityBase]

Elevator X 2


I rarely ride an elevator anymore.
An escalator?  Can’t remember the last time.
I seem too stay mostly parallel to the ground
except when we go into the mountains
where elevation is a constant.


Why does stepping into an elevator
feel so much like stepping into a gallows
that goes up and down?  Perhaps it’s
that anticipated deliverance 
of one kind or another.

[dukealien]

Framework


Albert Einstein developed
his theory of relativity
while pondering a self-service
elevator.  He well knew
though pretending to forget
for purposes of thought-experiment
that such an elevator has
a vast supporting structure
with both purpose and design.

[Mark A Becker]

my brother had the power
to elevate a dance floor
beyond the midnight hour
into the night before

then his life turned south
and he wasn't sure
that he could ever turn on
that power anymore

his birthday was today
and I'd just like to say that
I still love you, without doubt
though your candle

has gone out

[busker]

Douglas Adams surmised
that elevators are intelligent
I'm not surprised -
they never appear when you need them,
such as escaping from a tiger
on the summit of the Eiger
in a feverish dream.

It would almost seem
that they are there as a trap for the unwary -

for instance, you get inside one
to escape from the jaws of the aforementioned beast
and suddenly the lights are gone
and you feel a face that's hairy
but it's not the pedophilic priest,
just fractionally less scary -
yes, it's the selfsame tiger
now grown to the size of a liger
who's uninterested in vegetables
and indifferent to dairy
but only on protein feasts.

or, otherwise, you board one
to get to the hundredth floor
of a disused warehouse in Golder's
Green. Now swiftly your necktie
is caught in the elevator's doors
and your head is wrenched from your shoulders
and the world is suddenly colder
in the morgue.

So that was it about elevators.
Now don't ask me about dogs.