I am more like Gumby, because he was the boss
Pokey went along with him, mores to his loss
Gumby was bright, and slick, and confident too
I resembled his shape when I was but twenty-two
Gumby was friendly but solidly his own person, no doubt
He made big decisions, and followed them completely out
Pokey was more docile, sweeter, more like my sister I think
I was definitely more Gumby-like, I remember his blink.
Gumby was cheerful, but guarded, not too eager to please.
He did not bully anyone, make fun of them or tease
Neither did Pokey, in this way I am kind of like them both I guess.
I am sticking with Gumby though, he had a certain finesse.
Egomaniacal Woman Theory Laughs
She's always on
And as a vulnerable gumby male
My words are daring.
When poor things gavel you
Doesn't it seem time for stopping?
The celebrity, the money
The basic road home is gone
Wow that's a big television
John and Jackie Irwin are not your
real estate developer partna
Thank you for sharing your thoughts
with Vice President JD Vance
We had Gumby
and Pokey,
And Sanford & Son.
We had Mark Spitz,
And Monty Python.
We had Lenny Bruce,
And Chips.
We had the Sex Pistols,
And A Ballroom Blitz.
We had Martin Scorsese,
And Happy Days.
We had the
Stepford Wives,
And Roe VS Wade.
We had What's up Doc,
and the Rockford files.
We had Gay Pride Parade,
and I can see for miles.
We had Women's Lib,
And Emergency.
We had One Flew Over
The Cuckoo's Nest,
And Mohamed Ali.
We had A Star is Born,
And little Chinatown.
We had Jesus
Christ Superstar,
And Foxy Brown.
We had the VCR
And Adam-12.
We had White Lightning,
and Josey Wales.
We had the Gay
Rights movement,
And Dragnet.
We had the Deer Hunter,
and Stanley Kubrick.
We had the Iran hostage crisis,
and a Six-million-dollar man.
We had Carnal Knowledge,
And The Stand.
We had the
Mississippi Queen
And Tony Orlando.
We had Abba singing
about Fernando.
We had Mick Jagger,
And John Wayne.
We had Rare Earth,
And Fire and Rain.
Turbo1904 ?
I scream for ice cream she shouted until her lungs burned
she was a tomboy with a strawberry birth mark on her cheek
she ran like she owned gumby legs and Popeye arms of steel
never wiped a dish in her life, she was too busy climbing trees
When she was home her tongue would never stop wagging
and the stories that she told took up all of mom's afternoon
She would dig into the fridge for freshly washed strawberries
then ask with a grin " when is the ice cream truck coming? "
"Dishes don't get cleaned by themselves" mom noted
Mr. Dunbar is fixing his truck, its going to take all afternoon
then she would pull out a tub of strawberry ice cream and say
"Dig in and enjoy the taste on your tongue" while Annie smiled
I scream for ice cream shouted a hoyden girl with wild curls
she could really dish it out when she chose to holler
when she came home with a tongue on fire from hot pepper candy
"Dig in, enjoy the cool taste on your tongue " mom said with a grin.
July 5, 2022
Words used : strawberries, dish, tongue, afternoon
If I was any more flexible
I could bend over backwards
and touch the top of my head on the ground
If I was any more flexible
You could paint me green
and call me Gumby
If I was any more flexible
We could roll me up
And bounce me
If I was any more flexible
I would ooze into your wallboards
And watch your every action
I searched all night for a contortionist,
so that I might appreciate my own lack of flexibility.
She twisted my mind and body in the most pretzel of ways.
Even though I tried hard, I couldn’t achieve my Gumby aspirations.
In the end, she felt I was kinda Pokey, so she kicked me out of her bed.
As I walked down the street,
I contemplated the lawlessness of attraction.
There I was wandering around the rules,
wondering which ones I had broken.
Had I not tried my best to bend backwards?
She said I was stiff but not in the way that mattered.
What I wanted, apparently left her Wanton.
I could feel it in her perfectly formed aura.
She somehow lacked the liquidity to complete our transaction.
Still I admired her foot to neck accomplishments.
I had wanted to pole vault to new depths,
but my Noodled Udon couldn’t reach China.
From the beginning I was aching for her attraction,
but was left to watch her perform an exquisite Aria.
I am thankful and must admit, she played her instrument perfectly.
Leaving me mesmerized and completely
.....Astounded!
January 17th, 2020
A bit of humour to start your day. ;0)
I'm one tissue shy of calamity,
next to the last soul in humanity.
I am one ounce of pride short of dignity,
and one mph away from velocity.
I'm in one town-you're intensity,
a Master Charge away from identity.
One aching tendon from flexibility,
and one arc'd degree from the university.
Happiness has lost it's frivolity,
I have narrowed down my availability.
Gumby has lost all its elasticity.
Will we live beyond infinity?
I've never crossed the lines between serenity and insanity,
has a poet's moon lost it's sensuality?
I am one drink ahead of sobriety.
The second to last to stand in society.
The unforgivable sin elbows my morality,
your pen sells your individuality.
One jail bar between vulnerability.
Your down to earth qualities mock your vanity.
My daddy never claimed me through paternity,
I was the last kid standing in the maternity.
And just when I thought this poem was through,
you asked me to spend eternity with you.
Vincent Van Gogh
gave Starry Nights their lucent glow.
Then he took a pair of shears
and cut off his unsuspecting ear.
John Lennon
never once reeled his pen in.
He wrote and sang what he pleased,
raising hell while promoting peace.
William Wordsworth
worshipped this fickle earth.
With England's vast Lake District,
his tortured soul instantly clicked.
Art Clokey,
creator of Gumby and Pokey.
With no real wisdom to relay,
he distracted us with nonsensical clay.
For a little piece of green clay,
he always had something to say.
My classmates used to watch him before school.
They thought he and pony pal Pokey were cool.
Kids thought of them as a sensation.
They were the products of imaginative animation.
in reminiscence I recall-
the simple things,the fol-de-rol
the somersaults but most of all
I remember gumby!
for every matinee I'd seen
in salad days when I was green
hats off to the silver screen
I remember gumby!
a royal breed of moral code
a loyal steed to share the load
to whom I dedicate this ode...
I still remember gumby!
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