Best Bogie Poems
She jiggled like pink jello into the store
with platinum blonde hair and red rouge on her face
the shoe clerk mumbled it must be 1950's day
watching her strut around with a hanky made out of lace
She said hi hon you know why I'm here
he replied let me guess, you wear a size eight
she said well if the shoe fits I might as well wear it
and maybe later if you get lucky you can be my date
So she scouted around and found a pair
and sat down with tight dress flair
he thought to himself I think I'm in love with Mae West
looking her up and down and at her chest
He gently took her foot and slid her old high heel off
his hand sliding up and starting to cruise
she batted her eyelashes and said oh keep it coming, she toyed
saying, why don't you come up and see me later big boy
With that he winked and slid the new heels on
watching her walk around like Mae West
she said you know I know you like me big boy
but my eyes are up here and not on my chest
With that he gave her a long wolf whistle
and said you know I just can't resist
now stop acting your shoe size sexy
pulling her towards him giving her a passionate kiss
She whispered hon is that your gun
or are you just happy to see me
he said guess what my little chickadee
tonight you can be my Bacall and I'll be your Bogie
With that she left the store with customers galore
staring, whispering and looking aghast
he said out loud, come on... get a life...
I know we're a little kooky, but she happens to be my wife!
2-7-18
Little Johnnie was quite gross; he really was a minger
He picked a bogie from his nose; it sat upon his finger
He didn’t have a tissue and his finger was a mess
So he gave his sis a cuddle… and wiped it on her dress!
01~16~17
I have a noisy baby sister she came from mummy’s tummy
I wish they’d put her back in there or fit her with a dummy!
I have to share my toys with her; she grabs them when I play
I’d much prefer I had a puppy; I’d walk him outside every day!
Daddy takes me to the park; sometimes my little legs get tired
If I had wheels instead of feet I’m sure they’d be admired!
Mummy I know you’ve told me that it’s rude to stare
But why is that man’s head poking through his hair?
I’m told that I must eat my greens so I grow big and tall
Oh yeuk… cauliflower and carrots I really hate them all
My daddy once got cross when I knocked over his beer
He said a silly word, that he didn’t think I’d hear!
If I find a massive green bogie when I pick my nose
Why does mummy get so cross when I wipe it on her clothes?
When I wee in the toilet I aim to hit a smiley ping-pong ball
I hope mummy removes it when Grandma comes to call!
I sit on the bathroom toilet and I do a massive pooh
I love to hear a big splash when I’m sitting on the loo!
Sometime I fart in the bath, its fun to make the water bubble
AND my Daddy farts all the time so I don’t get into trouble!
When I lay in bed at night my mummy reads to me
I wish I could read the book myself, but I’m only three!
It really isn’t fair, why do I have to be in bed by eight
When all grown-ups watch TV and they can stay up late!
Three Year Olds Thoughts
Sponsored by Brenda Chiri
06-26-17
NYC nior in black and white
NYC nior in black and white
Dark landscapes 1957 NYC
of automats radio city and hotdog stands
memories of things past
Take us back to lucid dreams of light and shadows cast
set the stage late night dark wet NY detectives on the beat
slow moving like grit and steel they stride down the great white way
steam and clouds shoot to the sky from sewer covers
smoke rings blast out from bill boards of urban midnight cowboys
from route 66
On the street hipsters glide down in pinstriped suits
cool sleek long with straddled watch chains dragging
smoking stogies from drooping lips
wing tipped shoes rested on black boxes at shoe shiners row at 53rd and lex
wanting fem defal’s dark diva’s in fish nets tight red skin dresses with sleek spike heels long cigarettes with long brim hats and netted veils as they walk the line swinging their Purses leaning against posts on the foggy corners
Dharma bums gaze at city lights dreaming of old bards songs
through garment push carts and rushing feet
in the machinery of the steamy night
the boxcars moving past open doors
The cities glare in shadows bare
neon signs striptease flashing in the backdrop of honking horns and traffic
night clubs casinos and one night stands in greasy motels
pool hall hustler’s poker players loan sharker's and scheamers
whisky bars dockyard and widowed screams
tenement houses windows open curtains drawn
sweat and muscle tee shirts yelling out to others
saxophone city of butchers boozers bribers and brown baggers
Bright yellow checkers and taxis on Times Square
down the smoke hazed dark lanes against the hard walls
slim Jim zoot suiter’s lazy dazed side leaning
roll loaded dice with steaming cheap Tricks
Newspaper stands and barbers shops with marbled checker floors
white steaming towels with waiting hot lather
man with straight edge and black leather strap leans over
with Sinatra playing in the back
Neon city balanced in chaotic disorder of abstract lines
of municipal signs
city where monk lady day and Coltrane play Improve
in old coffee houses of smoke filled cafes for pennies a day
as street poets whisper and drink their troubles away
dreaming of Brando bogie smoking Joe's and blondes
of slip hips and jive
You are somebody I want to stay.
I will go crazy if you go away.
Nobody had a bigger impact than you did.
If you leave me now, I will flip my lid.
As the late Bogie said, "Here's looking at you, kid".
inspired by another member's poem
The birds are back. The sparrows, the robins, the finches too.
The red cardinals, the blue jays, though they are seldom in two’s.
The woodpeckers, and the hummingbirds, some gray, and some blue.
Their choir is raising the mushrooms right out of their snooze.
Overnight Mother Nature has slyly sprinkled green glitter all around.
She did it effortlessly, kindly, boldly, with a total lack of sound.
We now have the greeniest greens high and low, greens that can ever be found.
I will invite you over, if you promise not to disturb our ant mound.
Formerly frozen creek has thawed into a gorgeous wild flowing river.
The shy, flirty, faerie-decorated butterflies are in sliver/quiver.
Dragonflies, moths, beetle-bugs, and caterpillars are near the river.
Making my happy heart sing and dance a bogie jive closer to my liver.
The scent of the purple and lavender lilacs is suspiciously sweet.
The first real proof that the perennials are ready to stand on their feet.
Magically pushing their fragrant puffy flowerets to fruition in this full heat.
The monarch is leading the way, dragonflies, and earthworms, following in beat.
As a fishless fish eater
Can someone tell me,
Is eating an oyster
Like gulping a big bogie?
Don Pardo: Born: 1918-02-22 - Died: 2014-08-18
He’s been gone from SNL
We heard he wasn’t feeling all that well
Don Pardo’s number came around
The Lord was calling “Come on down”
Lauren Bacall: Born: 1924-09-16 - Died: 2014-08-12
Finally the sound Bacall longed to hear
I guess Bogie learned how to whistle this year
Robin Williams: Born:1951-7-21-Died: 2014-8-11
Robin you kept us in stitches
Of comic minds yours had the riches
If your mind had a filter
It was always off kilter
Your death was the greatest of glitches
Richard Kiel: Born: 1939-8-13-Died: 2014-8-10
Richard Kiel was the great villain Jaws
A man with a few minor flaws
He stood seven foot two
And you knew, you just knew
As a bad guy he’d win our applause
James Garner: Born:1928/4/7 - Died: 2014/7/19
We watched him in The Rockford Files
Victor Victoria brought us all smiles
And the great Maverick, Bret
Who could ever forget
James Garner was nothing but style
Johnny Winter: Born:944/2/23- Died: 2014/7/16
Johnny Winter, as thin as a splinter
And white as the fallen snow
He kept us amused
As he played the blues
Till it was his time to go
Tommy Ramone:Born:1949/1/29 Died: 2014/7/11
Tommy Ramone didn’t play the trombone
But he was a drummer of note
He played with his brothers
And never no others
For Hall of Fame, he got my vote
Casey Kasem: Born:1932/4/27 Died: 2014/6/15
Casey Kasem they treated you wrong
Stole your body, we looked, it was gone
Fighting for your estate
Until you were “the late”
Your passing would make a sad song
Ruby Dee: Born: 1922-10-27 - Died: 2014-06-11
Ruby Dee how can it be
An actress of your worth
With awards galore
You should have won more
Before you were yanked from this earth
Ann B. Davis: Born:1926/5/5-Died: 2014/6/1
Here's the story of a lovely lady
Who always played a great supporting soul.
Schultzy with the late great Robert Cummings
In the Brady bunch, old Alice was her role.
Till the one day when the lady met her maker
And we knew it was much more than a cold,
Ann B. Davis’s career has finally ended
And that makes some of us feel too damn old
Bob Hoskins: Born: 1942/10/26-Died:2014/4/29
Bob was an actor, a man with a face
That only a mother’s love could embrace
And in spite of that face, he became a great star
Bob Hoskins we’ll miss you wherever you are
The TCM channel caught my eye
playing movies termed "film noir"
intriguing movies where someone lies
and theres a body lying on the floor,
The old black and white movie draws me in
with Bogie and Bacall or Stanwyck and MacMurray
murder mysteries with shadows and grins
where the villain is calculating and very nervy,
A love triangle where three is a crowd
the villains conscience is put on hold
where my rapt attention becomes aroused
seeing the poor victim lying lifeless and cold,
I want to scream watch out they have a gun!
as I'm transported into the movie scene
feeling like I should get up and run
helping the naive victim out of their bad dream,
Its always too late as I can't realistically help
but I know that the bad guy will eventually get caught
with a detective or third party gaining facts that will melt
the "amnesiac" villains story they haven't yet bought,
The villain sometimes ends up dying too
or sometimes getting "cuffed" going into jail
either way these films make me want to chew
not only on my popcorn but on my nails...
6-27-17
Bogie was curious and wanted to know
why his party balloons wouldn't grow
Bacall let out a sigh
same old reply
"just put your lips together and blow!"
3-19-18
skateboard
cement wonder
dragon and thunderbolts
nancy’s big brother’s old helmet
a thrill
Out The Door
Country had many meandering hills
Full of so many chills and thrills
Good locking gal sat beside me
Right there where she should be.
I may be from mighty Muskogee
Where they like to do the bogie
And likely forgot to add the lo
Afraid it would get all over you.
All around things started moving
Were jumping, jiving and grooving
And then when my dress I tore
They threw me out the door.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
I think about what could have been
but it wasn't, was it, Ben?
We were the best, the real test....
a delusion, an illusion
Maybe I need a transfusion?
My dream you
and your real you have come loose
they are two different men
It could have been terrific, buit it was obtuse.
if they had been the same, we would have had a lot of play
but they weren’t, were they? Not even one single day!
We weren’t the same, no ding-a-ling
We had that brief thing
Not even a fling
It was not the Bogie/Bacall love affair in the air
But wouldn’t it have been great. my potential mate
if it could have been? Right Ben? Right Ben?
"You two are a match made in heaven. Or somewhere." - Richelle Mead
Madonna and child
Lucille and Desi
Bogie and Bacall
Dr. King and Coretta
Heck, even Bonnie and Clyde!
Bonds that can't be shattered with a hammer
True love, right or wrong; just as sinewy,
transcending time and death!
Date written and submitted: 09/03/2019
Writing challenge 1- September 2019 - 8 Line Form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode (Winner: 2nd Place)
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Ouija board boogie.
Ouija board dance.
They come in at midnight,
With a sing, and a prance.
We had been laughing heavily
Until they appeared,
Laughing and joking,
We all hooted and jeered.
Then the table started moving,
Pushed itself away from the wall,
Jumped up and down,
Over our heads, big and tall.
The laughing has stopped.
Our faces are not smiling.
There is shrieking and wailing,
The table, beguiling
The Ouija board is floating away in a cloud.
The ghosts have taken over, they are pretty mean.
Entirely angry, they are yelling quite loud.
The craziest Ouija board dance we have seen.
We are sorry we tried it, some more than others.
We are afraid for our little sisters and brothers.
We opened a portal, and we can feel the mean.
Put that Ouija board away, until next Halloween.
Ouija board boogie.
Ouija board dance.
They come in at midnight,
With a sing, and a prance.