Long Bagels Poems
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I can't tell if you care.
Or if you notice
ice cream bars left at my apartment,
hazelnut chocolate,
you said you didn't want it
Do you just want to feel
heat in your palm,
a push on your shoulder
Something?
in your chest,
in your hands,
the lack of rest, clothes full of sand
Am I just fun
someone you go to
when you can't sleep,
basketball, crunching leaves
To you?
a voice filling an empty room,
crossword puzzles, guitars out of tune,
bagels, gummy bears, sleep in 'till noon
Did those two seconds mean nothing
a handshake, caffeine to stay awake
movies, burnt popcorn, the flowers I gave
to you?
"I don't know what to say,"
a cold walk home, clenching my waist,
salt water, hope, streaming down my face
I have a headache
I've had it for the past three days
warm showers, waiting for
hours,
it won't go away
I can't tell if you care
like I do
a chipped fingernail,
I don't know what I mean to you
I'll remember the museums
And the fine historic homes.
There's been mention of both music
And parade within my poems.
But it really is the people
That will stick inside my brain,
For connections, even brief ones,
Are the gems that I'll retain:
Chuck the artist, born in Kansas,
And his very lovely wife.
If we settled in Savannah,
They'd be friends of ours for life.
Southern Cecil, full of knowledge
Of his charming, tree-lined town,
Gave a walking tour quite wonderful,
While putting "Yankees" down.
Two young salesclerks selling honey
And a waitress from the west;
A museum guide in Clarksdale,
Whose collection so impressed.
John and Eileen from Virginia,
On the rooftop bar called Rocks
And the docent who directed us
To bagels and to lox!
Tim the piano man and Judy,
She a member of my tribe;
John the concierge, exuding
Such a quirky Southern vibe.
I could keep this up forever
But I'll tie it up, quite neat -
Yes, the greatest part of travel
Is the people that you meet.
It's halloween I'm babysitting, little horrors crawl from their cradles
I'm not a happy chaperone, these kids are becoming quiet unstable
Frankenstein's unscrewed some bolt, his head's hanging by a cable
Dracula drank five Bloody Marys, now he's talking complete babel
Wolf-boy's climbing walls, I nailed his paws rendering him incapable
Wicked witch's making potions, with soiled diapers and sugar maple
The crazed Mummy's eating bandaids, he looks even more disabled
Evil twins are slashing each other's faces, I'm running out of staples
Skinny skeleton kid's choking to death, stuffing his face with bagels
The exorcist cannot stay still, keeps spinning her head on the table
Johnny's home! chopping doors, I'm outta here my heart's not able
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Bagels have holes in, my garden has moles in
Some teeth have gold in and some text has bold in
Teeth, moles and text is a song no one sings
But holes must be some of my favourite things
Donuts have holes in, the ocean has shoals in
I’ve got a door that is letting the cold in
Seas, fish and doors to my life no joy brings
But holes must be some of my favourite things
Swiss cheese has holes in, a toy box has dolls in
It seems my TikTok has got many trolls in
Tik Tok, trolls and dolls do not give me wings
But holes must be some of my favourite things
When I get dirt
On a new shirt
Or when I’ve been had
I think about holes and the joy each one brings
And then I know I’m……. not mad
My hand was unhurried, I typed this unworried
Had I been fearful, I might well have scurried
But I shall accept any flak that it brings
When I say that holes are my favourite things
I secretly hope that I’ve driven you nutty
You only read this cos it might be smutty
Yet sometimes a writer has tongue-in-cheek goals
But I truly love to suck mints that have holes
I call them Polos; you call them Lifesavers
Mints that have holes in and candies; five flavours
When I feel nervous or fear what life brings
Those holes must be one of my favourite things
When I get dirt
On a new shirt
Or when I’ve been had
I think about holes and the joy each one brings
And then I know I’m……..
…………..
Not mad!
My brother lives a health food life
In Colorado, with his wife.
Breakfast is a smoothie shake.
(I eat bagels, scones or cake.)
Should you want to join his ranks,
This is how – I need no thanks.
Place these items in the blender:
(You’ll be healthy, fit and slender.)
Start out with some chard or kale;
(Spinach, too, if it’s on sale.)
Add an orange (peeled, of course),
Pollen from a beehive source,
Lemon peel, some grapes, a peach,
Mango, kiwi – one of each,
Pineapple – just one fresh ring,
Some acai to add some zing.
Can’t find all the fruits he’s chosen?
Use some berries that are frozen.
If you have a real ripe pear,
Toss that in to give some flair.
One last item from your stash –
Spirolina, just a dash.
What that is, I have no clue;
But I’ll bet it’s good for you!
Press the button – your machine
Will mix it up and turn it green.
Drink it up, just like you should;
My brother swears it’s really good!
As for me, I think I’ll pass
On drinks that look like fresh-cut grass.
Also, other reasons lurk –
Making one is too much work!
Hooray! Hooray! It’s Bagel Day!
Or so I’ve heard it said,
So substitute a bagel
For some ordinary bread.
Since many so-called “bagels”
Don’t have what it really takes
To be authentic, you may find
You’ve scarfed down lots of fakes.
Do not be fooled by circled dough
Around a center hole.
They must be dense and chewy
Like New York ones – that’s the goal.
Now other places have their fans,
(Hats off to Montreal!)
But some who serve a puffed-up version
Have a lot of gall.
To me, some seeds are needed -
Poppy, sesame and, too,
In pumpernickel, caraway,
And more than just a few.
A bagel’s a delicious treat
So eat it your own way,
But I need no reminding,
For I eat one every day!
At a U.F.T.* event,
The sign was printed large,
Obviously placed there by
The person left in charge.
What it said was no surprise
For schnorrers** often show,
But “Please take only one!” I thought
Was not the way to go.
It referred to bagels, which
Were piled upon a plate,
Looking like the most pathetic
Ones you ever ate.
Though quite unappealing,
Even with a cream cheese schmear,
There are those who might take two –
The sign made that quite clear.
An admonition will not stop
A schnorrer in his tracks,
But add some sorry bagels and
The food staff can relax!
*United Federation of Teachers
**greedy people who take more than their share
The Nor'easter came down like the wolf on the fold,
The barometer fell and my fingers got cold
And the sheen of the clouds was like spears on the sea,
When the sunlight fades nightly on Maine's Kittery.
Susie's Bat Mitzvah was planned for the day
We planned a big spread and boy did we pay.
For Bagels and Lox with a caterer of renown
And rented the biggest dance hall in town.
But the angel of mirth spread his wings on our blast,
And breathed in our face and laughed as he passed;
And I heard the grim wind, and it gave me a chill,
For the rain was in sheets, and the traffic grew still.
And there lay the wires on every street wide.
Power was out, and cars did collide
Boats were thrown over Manhattan's docks
No way we'd get to those bagels and lox.
And the mother of Susie is loud in her wail,
And the flights are aborted, and the trains fail
And the plans of the parents, thrown off by the wind
Hath melted like snow, but Susie just grinned.
She said "I'll get my presents anyway
"Without having to stand at the Bimah and pray
"No need to recite Haftorah to the flocks
"And I always preferred Dunkin Doughnuts to Lox."
Then the East River crashed through our door
A nasty Northeaster wouldn't let Susie ignore
We ran for the hills, but Manhattan lacks those
Found a house with stairs, struck a drenched pose.
Nothing wrong with cheap Bat Mitzvah's, I hasten to explain
Its just all that money that went down the drain.
Frigid temperatures filled the square
Rigid opponents chilled the air
Deriding him a radical socialist
Unbridling the race to get him off a ballot list
The city was arm in arm, in protest daily
Whites, Blacks, Arab and Israeli
and what came up to all’s surprise
Mayor elect—Mamdani’s rise
Along came the 112th Mayor elect
Strong spent are the people who'd select
Lines stretched around doters
Awaiting hours were his voters
Indulges in a city reborn it’s bagels and lox
Sworn in over the subway station docks
Hand upon Islam’s holy text
A marvel of a man who’ll govern next
Swearing words of conviction and not of pity
I swear, to bolster and defend this dynamic city
Mayor Mamdani
promises New York City ~
a hopeful journey
New Year's Day
1/1/26
Our lady cashier, Karen, daydreamed again
right past me in a nearby grocery ,
her fingers fumbling over my selection
of cold cuts, bagels,and lemon powder
while a haze seemed
to grasp her thoughts under some frozen
moment of autistic innocence
like a crystallized trance.
So I followed her inside a dreamscape
while Karen narrated
this countless parade of jays hovering
above a sea of orange dahlias . In a flash,
she mumbled about Einstein, asking this man,
" Oh, did your growth hormone intake work
based on relativity's law?" Gently, from a distance ,
she relayed how Joplin wept, tending
children in a monastery--- an abstract recording
through Karen's uncut version of life's tinges.
Faltering in her own universe, she lisped a melody,
"If this were truly heaven, then death
would be it's own reward." And this lady
gently fixed her tidy uniform,
then peered into my eyes ...unseen by anyone
except myself in the din of late afternoon.
" Oh it's you, "Will that be paid in cash,
through coupons or credit card?" Smiling,
I gave some money and walked away...
moved by this rare instance of naturalnesss.
11/28/2016
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