Honeymooners Poems | Examples

Honeymooners

She creeps up to him in the sand
He tries not to smile, hearing her sneak up
Loving her, adoring her, waiting in anticipation
She lands in his lap, honeymooners.

Remembering Comedy

Ever since I was a youngster, I loved my comedy shows 
So, I've wrote about some comedy that most everybody knows 
Remember watching "The Honeymooners" late at night tucked in your bed 
Remember watching "The Flintstones" with Barney, Dino and Fred 
Remember Soupy Sales, Red Buttons and Benny Hill 
And don't forget about Mr. Rogers, and good old Mr. Bill 
Remember Laurel and Hardy and remember Charlie Chan 
And remember all the "Bowery Boys" and the "Little Rascals" clan 
Remember all the "Munsters" and the "Addams Family" too 
And remember watching "Tom & Jerry" and the classic "Scooby-Doo" 
Remember all those comedy shows, I really loved them all 
But still my favorite is "I Love Lucy" starring- Lucille Ball

heating up the riviera

randy, Rubenesque, robust, romantic
loving their Grecian vacation
honeymooners who know how to honeymoon
living in the moment
learning each other in the most delightful ways
heating up the Riviera

By the Fireworks

marvelous, they burst.
we are immersed         in the fun.
our conjugal thirst,
meeting of the minds, rehearsed.
spectacular spectators traversed
over many July holidays.   some, coerced.
delightful, at first       being honeymooners.
with three kids, became submersed.  the work!
happiness interspersed.
in the end it is all good       at the worst,
because we are not dead. we are living not cursed.
though dealing with quite a few of an outburst -
which one of us hasn’t blown our top, had a cloudburst!
we are nursed    by the fireworks,
thoroughly conversed      quiet now, except for oohs and ahhs.
magic of memories, well versed.

7/1/2023

Where People Go To and Dont Come Back

Are there places we go to and won’t be back,
There grounding ourselves for having met no lack?
It used to be the Lord God’s United States
For Africans, who could face big Hotels’ plates
And Dish-Washing assembled the Great Dollars
For cruising round in shirts with up-turned collars…

Much earlier Europe’s Sung  United Kingdom
For the Blacks London’s clock meant a timed stardom, 
Replies in British English “Truest Freedom,”
No Religious Rubbish hatching Martyrdom…

In many ways Honeymooners’ Grand Paris
For unending day-dreams, not for seen Barley… 

On the other side: A concentration camp,
As we still have this paradise with no lamp:
Where one meets an envelope and turns the stamp:
A struggle ceaseless on emerging Slave Champ;
Where one walks and just works, until one goes limp:
A mind absorbing horrors that make the imp!
The finest places we try and we’ve lost track,
Turning deflated types with no saving Jack!

Earful

The happy nest
inspires; expires.
Chirping papa
sends his regards
with memories -

flying solo,
of his marriage;
and the mundane -
the bills and chores.

Listening aids
one left behind.
I incline to
get an earful.

I learn the ropes.
I see him smile.
Mourning’s over.
Gets on with life.

He’d not agree,
but neither do
honeymooners 
admit when it’s 
over and they
settle into
the married life.

My dad’s routine
of flourishing -
with martinis
grateful for the
olives; I loves.

He admits luck
with his children
who daily care
and listen to
his sapience.

5/5/2023

For My Late Husband

Along the coolness of the oaks we walked.
Honeymooners dreams, was our secret talk!
Eucalyptus trees smiled, scenting our way.
Twas “our” San Francisco first come what may.

I never thought, you would die so very young.
But you taught me independence and deep love.
That gift you gave me, to not follow nor a groupie be.
Was the biggest gift ever, till we conjoin in eternity .

Your wisdom, laughter, love so sorely missed.
But a wife never forgets the magic of your kiss.
Nor the great Bohemian days when we married.
When death comes,to you, I shall run and not tarry!

All my love,
Panagiota 

                         
                             8/14/2022
                               ~1~

Sonorous Summer

God’s green earth
is
sonorous in Summer.

Espoused under
a
red rose wedding arch,
white sun, blue sky,
rings of brilliant gold.

First dance, first sip
of
flutes of champagne,
belong
to the celebrated
couple.

bride throws a plentiful bouquet
caught
by one of the hopeful.

the honeymooners
leave
as a trail of tin cans
bounce
and a JUST MARRIED sign
catches
all other driver’s eyes

hoops and hollers,
horns resound.
here comes the marriage,
noisy and blessed.

6/10/22

O, For the Shows

The Honeymooners
  Burns & Allen
Mister Ed, Mork & Mindy
  My Favorite Martian, My Three Sons

Sergeant Bilko, Dobie Gillis
  O, for the shows that used to thrill us
You Bet Your Life, the Jack Benny Show
  I can't list more ~ they're all I know

Silent Storm

her finger to his lips,
the mood like an eclipse.
she’s set the bed so it won’t quake,
not yet.
her satin gown shifts slowly,
like accentuated snowflakes.
the moon illuminates the hallowed place.
she flickers with the candlelight,
bare feet on rose petals, her wrists
orchestrating the space above the clouds -
a tender dance, sans music.
she needs him to hear
the deafness of the night,
then she can make love to him,
as if he knew

a world where only lightning can succumb
to the pitter-patterless rain; noiseless crackle,
the ebony sky with plumes of ziggurats.
afterall, she’s wont to create fireworks
in the marriage bed; roman candles,
catherine wheels, head over heels
in love with him,

and he hears her.
she kisses his tears.
he hears her quiet heartbeat.

the ornate swan and royal blue,
her charms,
the twining of vanilla and rose...
the honeymooners in vociferous throes.

this night of nights — the chamber undulates
as her spouse embraces the storm.
he craves fidelity*, her infinity.

6/25/2020
Sensuality Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One

*state of being faithful; accuracy of details

I Got a Big Mouth

Whenever I am asked why I am on the watch list of my government,
I always quote The Honeymooners Ralph Kramden,
I GOT A Bi i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i G MOUTH!!!
I tell everyone what government is truly about.

Rabbit Ears

Black and white television set
First one in the neighborhood

Rabbit ears adjusting the reception
Rotating dial to change channels

Kiddie cartoons and Roy Rogers
Weekly ritual of Saturday mornings

Much talked about Sunday nights
Ed Sullivan his prestigious guests

Staying up past our bedtime
Honeymooners and I Love Lucy



AP: 1st place 2022

Posted on March 9, 2020

The Snowy Fields

“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature” Gerard De Nerval

THE SNOWY FIELDS

The honeymooners sleigh-shaped bed — a vase.
Arrange our starry souls, so sound awake.

O lovebird buds, fly free above our place —
Embrace the happiness of snow globe shakes.

The snowy fields of baby’s breath catch mine.
Its strong and downy spread of beauty soft.

O Winter glistens in my arms. The sign. . .
A million stars of love’s sweet light; the loft.


Date written - 10/23/2019

Writing Challenge, October, 2019 - Flower or Flowers - 

Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode

Why I'M On the Watch List

I am on the government watch list for only one reason.
To quote The Honeymooners Ralph Crampton,
portrayed by the legendary Jackie Gleason,
"I Got A BIIIG MOOOOUTH!"
I share with everyone what my government is truly about.

At Summers Peak

AT SUMMER’S PEAK

Gold champagne and tipsy, the bride unbridled.
Round and round, she stirs with romance under the
moon and stars, a-swooshing. A wedding toast with
     bubbles and giggling.

Sheets — warm, tired, impossibly wrinkled, burns her
cheeks at Summer’s peak. And his sweet and sexy
tongue, asleep with dreams, unaware and moaning,
        calling out her name.

Honeymooners kiss as he wakes up lips and
neck and this and that. She obeys the rapture
blossoming again in her husband’s trellis —
     breathlessly brimming.

8/11/2018

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