Popeye
The Sailor Man comic strip Popeye
Superstrength from a can, Aye! Aye!
Mumbling’s —I’m strong to the finish
Toots his hornpipe— ‘cus I eats my Spinach!
Amanda said I was a real “sketch”
I'm taking that as a compliment
Not some colourful cartoon character
Wonder what it represents
Hope I'm more like Superman
Than that scatter brain Daffy Duck
Old Dick Tracy kinda makes sense
Or Sylvester running amok
Can't be Blondie but maybe Dagwood
Maybe Terry of Pirates fame
Perhaps one of the Katzenjammer Kids
Or The Torch to set hearts aflame
Always thought I was more like Batman
With that fairy like Robin by his side
Actually wasn't cut out for super hero-ness
Seeing trouble I run away and hide
(Was really into comic strip characters
as a young 'un!)
RIVERA FRESCOS
plural
mural
LICHTENSTEIN COMIC STRIP
quick flick
so slick
O-'KEEFE PETALS
grownup
closeup
Comic strip creature an Iron man
a super hero in Vietnam began
Fighting for good against evil
promoting 'issues' & giving a thrill
Trick-or-treating comic strip gals walked down the street.
The rest of us got out of the way of this wholesome treat.
They were sensuous for sure, these comic strip gals.
All the way we could hear comic strip boys yelling their wows.
For forty-three years Lil Abner ignored the voluptuous Daisy Mae
In Al Capp’s comic strip about the good folks of Dogpatch USA
I remember as a child thinking all women should look like she.
And wondering why he had no interest; was he not a real he?
The hillbillies in the comic strip delighted the world over.
They had hunting dogs and rifles, and moonshine made of clover.
Granny was short but tough, no one dared cross that old crone.
I loved the entire concept including Jubilation T. Cornpone.
I hate paperwork it never makes any sense
Organization is for others, not for me. I dislike it.
Paperwork is something I do not do
Unless I am writing a poem, a song, or a cheer.
Unless I am drawing a cartoon or a comic strip.
Paperwork? Not me. Not ever. Not in my repertoire
Unless it is creative paperwork, not filling in someone else's blanks.
I give them choices because as a child I wanted them
But did not get many in the sixties, for it was not a child-friendly time.
They are in third grade, and they can do one of these:
make a comic strip
write a song
create a video
write a play
create a poster
or a mini poster ……………………………………………………about bullying
Or rather anti-bullying
They are bamboozled, asking me a zillion questions
Not running with it like I would have at age eight
Do you know how to arrive at heaven’s gate?
Can you read a map? Can you navigate?
Have you checked your tires and topped off the tank?
Did you change your oil and stop by the bank?
Have you seen your mechanic for that check engine light?
Did you inspect every bulb, do they still shine bright?
Did you take out the garbage and wash every dish?
Did you forward your mail and feed the fish?
Life is a journey with a destination ahead.
Start off each day, by first making your bed.
Enjoy your vacation, look forward to your trip.
Read your paper every morning, especially the comic strip.
Life is short so always be ready.
Maintain your spirit, strong and steady.
Avoid breaking down with your family and friends.
The gate will be open when your journey ends.
We all recognize them well.
The number of times we've battled.
An enormous number to tell.
Our world is shrinking.
Our society is shriveling away.
We're destroying our living planet.
Watching our world decay.
I don't intend to create a huge fuss.
Employ a moment.
You'll realize.
Our enemy is US!
*The inspiration for this poem comes from the comic strip "POGO" created by Walt Kelly
that first appeared in newspapers on Earth Day 1971
“Billy Boots”, was a comic strip in the seventies
British it was, it referred to rubber boots regularly
Wellingtons or Mukluks
Useful for ducks
Momma wouldn't let me outside without my wellies
Laughter's healthy, contagious, and brightens your day.
It's pun that's a groaner or joke that's risque.
It's a belly laugh, horse laugh, or laugh like a loon
At a comic strip. slapstick or clown or cartoon.
Laughter's chuckles and chortles, a snicker or snort.
It's a humorist's quip or a jester at court.
It's amusement that's droll or the last laugh that's best
Or a rib-tickler, knee-slapper, jape, or a jest.
Laughter's mirth and hilarity, wisecracks or wags.
It's a yuk or a cackle and zingers and gags.
You can giggle, guffaw, or can laugh up your sleeve,
Bust a gut, or with levity tension relieve.
Laughter's wit that's impromptu or monologue planned.
Its a sitcom with punchlines and laughter that's canned.
It's a pie in the face or a pratfall or prank
And comedian's laugh all the way to the bank.
I wish I had that second back a minute ago.
I wish I had that minute back when we laughed
over a comic strip that reminded us of ourselves.
I wish I had a basket full of minutes I could give away
to everyone that wanted a piece of yesterday or tomorrow,
or, would I be selfish and keep them all to myself?
If I had five minutes, would I use them all at once
or would I save one or two for some other time;
like a stack of unread letters, would I open the best first
or save those for last, to ponder in a quiet place,
or would I share them with...let me think about that -
and then I realized how hopeless I would feel.
Could I go back and share them on 9/11
or the Boston Marathon or Pearl Harbor
or Sandy Hook or Hiroshima or...but then
I knew there weren't enough,
there would never be enough to give back -
and to whom anyway...?
How would you choose who to save?
I guess God would say, "Make the best of your minutes today
and you won't wish you had them back tomorrow".
How many remember the Katzenjammer kids
A comic strip from the forties when I was a kid
Made me chuckle a bunch
Chomping on Sunday lunch
Their silly antics made me pee in my crib
How many remember the Katzenjammer kids
A comic strip from the forties when I was a kid
Made me chuckle a bunch
Chomping on Sunday lunch
Their silly antics made me pee in my crib
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