Beneath Betty and Barney’s bigger better bogie Broaderbatterband
was a consternated, conflcted cocoaflaxinoid created inland
Hopkinosis had heard about hype, and held history in his hand
Unwordeferin forever lingering longingly in his glorious gland.
Wham-o’s old Pluto Platter,
gets a brand-new name.
Fred and Ethel say farewell,
Dick Clarke gets his fame.
The Cat in the Hat is born,
Bogie has moved on.
Hurricane Audrey rages,
while Paul meets with John.
Sputnik said that space is now,
the brand new frontier.
Russia’s I. C. B. M makes,
their intentions clear.
Four hundred officials killed,
by Vietcong hands.
Elvis starts his life behind,
the walls of Graceland.
Seventy thousand more lives,
lost to Asian flu.
We were losing the space race,
as Vanguard dies too.
In Arkansas the guard blocks,
the Little Rock Nine.
Eisenhower sends his troops,
to settle the times.
McGovern points a finger,
says they're Commie Reds.
Soviets test the H Bomb,
brings ultimate dread.
Laika makes it into space,
U.S. is grounded.
Great Britain test their bomb and,
alarms are sounded.
Great innovations in births,
and technology.
Electric watch, Edsel,
Jayne Torvill and me.
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?
I dreamt I owned a 1939 Buick.
Later, I realized I did not,
but wondered:
could tommy-gun wielding
gangsters still be historically relevant
without running-boards?
A very cool car,
just ask Humphrey Bogart;
he had a 38 special
and knew how to use it.
I want to tell bogie, I understand
the need for running-boards,
the Fedora, the trench coat - the pose;
one leg on the board,
the lip-hanging cigarette,
the world weary eyes,
the choice of car - the whole works.
I dreamt I drove a ‘Prius',
a nightmare on a skateboard,
still a car is just a car, right?
Around the town he was known as the Bogie Man
Not an evil spirit my friend but a Bogart fan
Always wore a trench coat like his hero wore
On his head a fedora was also worn for sure
The falcon he owns I'm afraid isn't Maltese
Though he's a real tough guy everyone agrees
This Bogie Man has never visited Casablanca
Something he yearns and almost certainly hanker
I saw the Bogie Man in town just the other day
"Here's looking at you kid" is what he did say
Bogie Man around town is so easy to spot
I wonder though is better to have and have not
No one ever said anything of any
importance during those long, lonely years at the
dinner table. Awkward ugly silences filled
with talk of pars of roughs of lies
as metaphor for truth
while discussing this club used in that sand trap
or that swing always creating this slice or that bogie
as if each item offered legitimacy for life itself
instead of thinking or taking part
reality sparked their unique shorthand and
drowned out veracity as strongly as scotch
or gin or failure or even
the loss of dreams.
"And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart"
Almost a hundred years ago
When love songs were tender and slow
People were still named Hoagy
And tough guys were called Bogie
The term Stardust came to mind
Of a student while he dined
"You wander down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die"
At first he heard just the tune
With help the lyrics came soon
Life was slower back then
And it took time to "catch wind"
So Stardust rose to the top
Slowly with a skip and a hop
"You are in my arms
The nightingale tells his fairy tale"
Nat King Cole ensured number one
Sinatra came when Nat was done
Common folk sang it by day
It brought a smile come what may
And a classic came to be
No doubt it was for you and me
"My stardust melody
The memory of love's refrain"
No matter how long ago
The words are true we all know
A lost love no matter the reason
Will live forever in season
"Though I dream in vain
In my heart it will remain"
7-16-20
Contest: Same Old Song
Sponsor: Beth Evans
For five days we have been worker bees
Now it is time for those tees
Whether it is fighting off a golfing bogie
Or wiping your hands from a lunch time hoagie
Finally the weekend is here
And adventure is near
Going out entertaining the mates
Finding friends and romantic dates
For a short period of time
And recreation on the mind
Worker bees turned into social bugs
Giving companions fashionable hugs
Interaction with others
And chance meetings that could breed into lovers
Taking a two day holiday where one can reflect and relax
Ignoring what is being transmitted at the office fax
It is the proper time to make the pass
When encountering a potential lifelong lad or lass
Enjoy the time off
Not having any guilt feelings of fault
Being in the corporate life
Needing to be giving the green light
Hoping the check clears
To shop Wal-Mart then on to Sears
During this time we sit down finding peace and cheer
Since the weekend is finally here
"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)
Checked with PS Grammar Checker
skateboard
cement wonder
dragon and thunderbolts
nancy’s big brother’s old helmet
a thrill
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.
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.
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
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
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
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