Long Bobbie Poems
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Come with me to nineteen sixty three
The year Pope John died and so did Kennedy
We saw Lawrence of Arabia with Peter O’Toole
Listened to It’s My Party and She’s a Fool
Last year for the Studebaker
Martin Luther King had a dream
Great train robbery in Buckinghamshire
Whatever Happened to Baby Jane made us scream
Skeeter thought it was The End of The World
Liberty Valance starred Stewart and Wayne
They were The Days of Wine and Roses
Cascades sang Rhythm of the Rain
Dion had Ruby Baby and Bobbie sang Blue on Blue
Dale and Grace were Leaving It All Up To You
Little Town Flirt and My Boyfriend’s Back
In My Little Deuce Coupe, we’ll go to the Sugar Shack
Ben Casey and Kildare were two television shows
Remember the Dixiebelle’s Down at Papa Joe’s
Two Faces Have I was sung by a guy named Lou
Roy said In Dreams he missed Blue Bayou
The USS Thresher sank and all were lost
Poets mourned the death of Robert Frost
Elvis said his girl was the Devil in Disguise
Bobby thought the Night had a Thousand Eyes
The Dodgers beat the Yankees four games to none
The Essex said It Was Easier Said Than Done
Da Doo Ron Ron and Then He Kissed Me were sweet
Ray Charles was Busted down on South Street
Mockingbird and Surfer Joe
Memories from long ago.
Sometimes an old song or an old movie can revive memories
If only we were able to reach back
Recapture the feelings, the simple joys, the dreams
To reach back and touch the moments
That first ice cream soda from the corner drug store
Peeling open a pack of baseball cards and
Trading with a friend for a favorite rookie
Frankenstein on the Late Show on Friday night
Dance in the auditorium, Hey! She’s wearing culottes
Sponge ball at the five and ten, up against the house
A small nail and electrical tape to fix the bat
The balcony on a Saturday night, keep dreaming
Chase tag, hide and seek in the street
King of the mountain in the old park
To reach back and have those feelings again
Pack of Luckies in the shirt sleeve
Hustling a game in the pool hall
Sunday ride to Grandma’s house
Free movie in the playground on a summer night
Keeping stats for a wiffle ball league
Wrap around skirts and pedal pushers
Bobbie socks and Bobbie pins
White bucks and Butch wax
Juke box hits six for a quarter
Slow dance, save the last one for me
If only we were able to reach back
STOOL MATTERS--
O' crap, whatz wuzz that~!!
Oh, I stepped in and animal excrement,
specially that of common domestic
farm animals left in pasture used as fertilizer
Solid matter discharged alimentary canal
Protective covering
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Excrement, especially that of common domestic
Droppings, stepping in and on that stuff
muck droppings dung compost
guano ordure excrement
cowpats cow chips cowplop maul mulch
horse apples, buffalo chips, meadow muffins, dressing humus
Peat top-dressing enricher potash marl nourishment
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ooH! toad juice, bone meal,
peat moss bonemeal fishmeal blood, fish, and bone
La dung ordure
Excreta scat poop dropping waste slops
Odor soil poo dirt turd guano feculence
Egesta doo doody log ejecta ejectamenta doo-doo
Night soil faecal matter, boo-boo, droppings, muck stool
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Defecation excretion stools fecal matter mess turds waste matter discharge
That jusz ain't cool
Caca body waste secretion, cack motion whoopsies, filth kak
Cowpats sewage doings jobbies evacuation number two
Urined cowplop, black water fertiliser, cow chips, meadow muffin cow pies horse apples go to the bathroom
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BM flux, jobbie pooh, whoopsie jakes bowel movement, chips perspiration Creatinine sullage sweat big jobs bodily waste
Deuce compost slurry gobar animal excrement pigeon droppings poo-poo
Protective covering mulch bark compost covering insulation leaves
Organic matter peat plastic sheeting protection litter straw
Babies dirty diapers mommie Bobbie made a poo-poo
9/7/21
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
"In fragments they come to me now". Andrea Dietrich 2020*
I have never been a fan of table puzzles, especially the large ones.
I am threaten by their complexity, and I am not gifted with lots of patience.
I have never been diagnosed with ADS, but for big puzzles, my attention sinks fast. Recently, I read a poem about pieces of a life displaying 10 persons the
poet once knew while growing up, and most of whose whereabouts she no longer knows. They were a part of her life during a season that ended, and
they were parted like the wind.
We all can identify with such people and seasons, often thinking and wondering about them. Pieces like Bob, Dennis, Johnnie, John, Yank, Bobbie, Peter, Robert; just to name a few. These are pieces that generated love and laughter, fun and games, and little if any pain. But there were other pieces that shall remain nameless whom I would much rather forget, because their contribution to my life brought hurt and pain.
However, I am certain that without them, my life's puzzle would be incomplete with missing parts, leaving holes and questions. Such pieces I could have
easily set aside and grabbed an entirely different puzzle box simply because
I grew weary or impatient with them.
On the contrary, if I am to be wedded to the will of God, I do not have the luxury of picking and choosing only things that make me smile and refusing everything that brings grief, sorrow, and tears. And although those adverse experiences, people, and places may have pained me greatly, I must seek to be comforted and reassured by the words of the Master, "Shall I not drink the cup that my Father has given me?"**
91820PS; *Inspired by poem, Youth's Sweet Friendship Fragments by Andrea Dietrich. **John 18:11
My having a fantasy of women in threes cannot totally be blamed on me
To find the start of this lust in my heart you have to begin with my TV.
Each show began as the theme song they sang with three girls bathing in a tower
My eyes grew wide and the fantasy inside continued blooming for half an hour.
Most reading my story are too young for the glory to share in this compunction
Of falling aghast of three sisters in a bath who came from Petticoat Junction.
There was Betty-Jo and Bobbie-Jo and Billy-Jo, too, three prettier girls I never knew
And every week I wanted to take a peek as the Cannonball Express rolled on through.
I never could guess which –Jo I liked best and so I desired all three
Now I’m psychotic and often hypnotic with thoughts of a ménage-a-trios and me.
So, what the heck, I mean no disrespect when I meet a pretty, wholesome girl
And walk up to the same, introduce my name and ask if she comes from Hooterville.
She gave me an angry look.
Neither her face or eyes were familiar.
The hope I had been counting on for three days, dissipated.
This mean-looking eleven-year-old child had been through more
awfulness in her life, than I could imagine. She was unrecognizable
as my stolen 4-year-old child. I doubted she could be my child.
It had been eleven years since I saw Cassie. I had held out
hope for nine of those years. Collecting birthday presents
and Christmas presents for a 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, and 10 year old
girl, a child who might not even be alive.
DNA said she was mine, but is this proof enough?
Cassie Lynne had been joyful, and fun, and funny. Her laugh
had lit up the yard full-tilt. Her daddy was gone now, or he
might have been able to point out something about her that
was ours. I could not see it.
This girl, the one they brought back to me, to show me,
to get my approval for, this girl did not look at all like my
child. I could not imagine that she was my little darling Cassie.
This girl was angry and sullen, and suspicious. Hyper-vigilant,
she jumped at every sound. Her siblings did not know her,
because we only had Bobbie when she was taken, and he was a baby.
Lost time, never to be retrieved, never to be understood. Years and
years of lost time, I looked at this child, with eyes of a mother,
who has lost now not once, but twice.
Wondering if there is any way to salvage any of the 4-year-old child
I remember. I am afraid to go to sleep with this girl in my house.
fearful of her, and fearful of how she will change my family.
Lost time, lost girl, lost me.
1960 and the world was changing
A time for living and rearranging
Baseball in the school yard with a sponge ball and a fist
Donnie Brooks sang Mission Bell and Chubby did The Twist
Bobbie sox and ponytails, school dances were so much fun
Johnny Preston’s Running Bear. I loved the theme from Peter Gunn
A young senator from Boston was in the presidential race
Marty sang El Paso and there was a theme from A Summer Place
Mr. Custer and Alley Oop were fun songs to listen to
While Elvis said It’s Now or Never and also Stuck on You
Ford came out with the Edsel. Remember the unsinkable Molly Brown.
Everybody’s Somebody’s Fool even Cathy’s Clown
We had air raid warnings and marbles in our pockets
Movies in the park and Cape Canaveral shooting rockets
Gable and Monroe in the Misfits, Perry Mason on TV
And the Drifters were singing Save the Last Dance for Me.
There was a draft to serve our country and we were always ready
A time for holding hands and a time for going steady
Kirk Douglas was Spartacus and Burt was Elmer Gantry
Pies were made from scratch and there were apples in the pantry
Larry Hall sang Sandy and Bobby Rydell wailed Wild One
O Dio Mio From Annette. She and Frankie had so much fun
Lonely Blue Boy by Conway Twitty and Bobby’s Beyond the Sea
Duane twanged Because they’re Young and the Everly’s Let it be Me
Those days are precious memories that I hope will never fade
The world was so much kinder then and I was in eighth grade.
Robert's cause of death will probably be:
Corona Virus, at age 20
~ Character Cause of Death Profile ~
Death
Probable age of death
20
Probably cause of death
COVID 19
Other likely causes
Heart Disease
Diabetes
Liver condition
Noteworthy funeral attendees
Trisha Patsy Vau, aged 19 -girlfriend
Virgil James Cull, aged 81 -friend
Basic Information
Name:
Robert Micheal Best
Nicknames:
Bobbie / Tall Robert
Reason for nicknames:
Derived from Robert / Descriptive
Date of birth:
Thursday, 6th Jan 2020 (Age 20)
Star sign:
Capricorn
Nationality:
British
Ethnicity:
Caucasian
Social class:
Middle class
Religion:
Atheist
Sexuality:
Straight
Education:
Some college
Course:
Sports science
Political views:
Far-left
Relationship status:
In a relationship with Trisha Patsy Vaughan
Career path:
Athletic/Profession Poet
a fiction write
6/24/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
By the time we entered the halls of
High School, something had changed.
We saw each other at a distance, in the
Hall, across the campus. If we were still
friends, we certainly were no longer close
And buddies as we once had been, such a short
While ago. We were Yates, Yank, Fonzy, Bobbie,
Jordan, and me, Cj.
We cared for each other, but time and space,
new place and new faces changed all that.
How amazing to think that after elementary
school, we dispersed and went our separate ways.
I heard that Fonzy died some 50 years ago. I spoke to Bobbie once by phone some 25 years ago, but have not seen any of them for nearly 60 years.
Oh how refreshing it would be just to see
Any of my long lost buddies just one more time.
In the late 60s, I heard the song,
'Ode To Billy Joe' by Bobbie Gentry.
Some time later, I heard the song,
'Take Me Home' by John Denver.
Bobbie Gentry's song reminds me
of my Southern roots not far from
the song's theme location in the
Mississippi Delta.
John Denver's song clearly paints the
picture of a place to which I would like
to return, if only it still existed. The name
lives on, but the people are gone. The fields
of corn and cotton remain but not the homes.
John's tone is magical, and I am mesmerized
by that country road. although my surroundings
were not mountainous but near sea level, John
still takes me home with his matchless lyrics.