Bam Boom Bam Boom Boom Boom Boom Bam Bam!
The neighbors behind us have been celebrating the 4th of July
Since the twenty-second of June
Today is July fifth.
We had hoped they might be out of fireworks
No such luck.
Bam Boom Bam Boom Boom Boom Boom Bam Bam!
It sounds like two bottle rockets just exploded on our roof.
How many more fireworks could they have?
This has been going on two to four hours a night for over a week!
He thought his life was going well
Then BAM
Heart attack
I am dying he thought
But he didn’t.
When he woke up in the hospital he realized something
He was ready to really live
This was a new fresh chance
He began to do dangerous things
He went bungee jumping and sky diving
He has never been this reckless! His wife told others.
She did not understand it
Until BAM
She had her own heart attack
I do not hear you with my brain
which cannot kick in
unless my heart jumpstarts her
and my heart is not hearing you
Brain does not comprehend until the soul yells “yes”
this happens infrequently.
there is no rhyme or method to it.
it is not a planned event.
I can read two hundred poems
without hearing you because Brain is sleeping.
dreaming of other worlds, imagining her next poem
then BAM!
Someone's words cause my soul to do a wild Watusi dance.
suddenly the heart and the mind tango.
we shimmer, shake and slide, brain, mind and soul.
we finally hear you and see you clearly.
Noted covid
Suddenly exploded
Bing Bam Boom!
Around it goes
Bing Bam Boom!
Bing Bam Boom!
Covid floated
Around my room
Around it goes!
Around it goes!
When it stops
Nobody knows
BABY BOOM BAM
balding oaks — tires blend Autumn leaves crisp notes.
the full foliage of pines spritz the lane in Christmas furs.
picture perfect stroll, auto snapshot arranged in year’s portfolio.
baby boom bam — colors come alive — cheerful scene
no longer rests in New England...baby’s born in the South too.
11/24/2019
*Movie: “Baby Boom” regaled the beauty of Autumn
So it seems
As soon as I
Put down the pen
BAM!
There’s a
New poem
Again
If I suffer from an affliction
If I stutter
If my grammar is gutteral
If the words I utter
Failed English at School
Sorry I am not cool
Pity me or the fool
Who uses education as tool
To dismiss what I write
Because it is not spelt or gramatically correct
As you supersede the common collective
Consciousness up for discussion
My feeble poem tried to address
Your disregarding says it best
Speaks volumes
Look at me
Mother Superior
Administrator of the Interior
Sub Editor for closed book's
That overlooks
And overseas
Conservative committees
In self righteous sicophantic indignation
No correlation can unearth
Or has no worth
For the meek
Who seek
To interject
Blazers and Ties
Ivy institutions for fear of exclusion
Poison classes wood trenches
Desks protect from xenophobic zeitgeists
That conform to questioning
drop my dog for a shave
three hours will wait for the abuse
Head and shoulders above the rest,
if you don't know, you are the best.
Character and consideration,
you're from another generation.
I'm so glad I have a friend like you.
You make me smile when I'm blue.
And you even sing. What a thing!
Who knew? There is no one like you.
So here I am in a jam,
but here you come and
BAM!
The bad guys see you and scram.
So here's a poem just for you.
Put it in an empty shoe,
and take it out on a rainy day.
I hope it makes the storm go away.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 2002
"All Rights Reserved"
A long-haired rocker-looking dude,
In black from head to toe,
Sat near me in the terminal
With several friends in tow.
His t-shirt showed off all his ink,
I couldn't help but see;
A picture of a pistol sure
Intimidated me.
He might have been the sweetest guy
And gentle as a lamb
But his tattoo was shouting out,
"You bother me - and bam!"
We show the world a side of us
So people will take note,
Though rarely think we'll pop up
In a poem somebody wrote.
So there once was this guy,
And he was hard to find.
He made me laugh and made
me cry,
He was always on my mind.
And still to this day,
My words are true.
Thanks Bam Bam,
I love you!
I just put the “BAM!” in Bambi
Out there on the street
As the sunlight was all but vanished
Who should I happen to meet
But a cute and cuddly deer, Dear
Just prancing across the road
The van met her in the middle
I’m afraid they were both KO’d
I’d like to say that the dear vanished
With a look and a limp she walked away
I’d like to say nothing was damaged
But it didn’t go down that way
I didn’t have time to avoid her
I didn’t have room to stop
Bambi now lives with her mother
And the van’s going into the shop
And me, well my knees can’t stop shaking
And my heartbeat’s a mile a minute
In a battle ‘tween deer and an auto
It’s a dead heat and neither can win it
Mdailey 10/29/11
Written for a good friend who had a run in with a deer last evening.
I was goaded into writing another verse - - -
Twas the night that Bambi got busted
Out on a lonely road
This jay-walking deer got dusted
As out of the woods she strolled
I admit that my reflex have rusted
The outcome so easy forebode
To say the least, I was disgusted
To see Bambi – poor deer - explode
Being a child of God
And acting like one
Makes the devil and his children miserable.
1-31-11
It was time for the last POET to speak,
Though the competition seemed to be won.
The other team already had their fun,
Claiming the victory that they did seek.
These SPOKEN WORD warriors reached their peaks,
Since each poet had been under the gun.
The judges gave them points, when they were done,
Just to separate the strong from the weak.
The first POET finally took the stage,
Carefully choosing which card he would play.
He was preparing to unleash his rage,
Since, for him, it would be the only way.
The last POET had to write the last page,
And these are the words that he had to say........
Slam poetry, bam, bam, bam
Reminds me of the Flintstones, ma’am
Rough language meant to cut.
Great Gazoo got the rut.
Nowadays even our Uncle Sam.
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