Long Bogie Poems

The Castle On White Otter Lake

That rustic, old log castle
Stands facing the lake.
Built by hand, by one man
To acknowledge his presence,
In a changing world, he felt
He could not participate in.
And so chose to live like...

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AntiPoem 4
“Santo and Johnny”

(Poet’s instruction- Play “Sleepwalk” twice by Santo and Johnny while reading)

Santo and Johnny play Sleepwalk on Fender steel and bass
Just oozing out their mellow electric dream sound as the
Santa Monica Pier exudes...

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Things I need to stop for:
deodorant, candy bars,
some magazines,
to while away the hours..

Have to catch the train in time,
as it's a long trip north.
With no one to keep me company,
my tongue's going to rot.

On my...

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A morning coincidence, to school we laughed and skipped -  
A cloud that drifted through the sky, from my mind it slipped. 
For many years and then forever, I would forget 
That happy race...

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Don Pardo: Born: 1918-02-22 - Died: 2014-08-18
He’s been gone from SNL
We heard he wasn’t feeling all that well
Don Pardo’s number came around
The Lord was calling “Come on down”

Lauren Bacall: Born: 1924-09-16 - Died: 2014-08-12
Finally the...

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NYC nior in black and white

NYC nior in black and white 

Dark landscapes 1957 NYC 
of automats radio city and hotdog stands 
memories of things past 

Take us back to lucid dreams of light and...

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She jiggled like pink jello into the store
with platinum blonde hair and red rouge on her face
the shoe clerk mumbled it must be 1950's day
watching her strut around with a hanky made out of lace

She...

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I have a noisy baby sister she came from mummy’s tummy
I wish they’d put her back in there or fit her with a dummy!

I have to share my toys with her; she grabs them when...

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The birds are back.  The sparrows, the robins, the finches too.
The red cardinals, the blue jays, though they are seldom in two’s.
The woodpeckers, and the hummingbirds, some gray, and some blue.
Their choir is raising...

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The TCM channel caught my eye
playing movies termed "film noir"
intriguing movies where someone lies
and theres a body lying on the floor,

The old black and white movie draws me in
with Bogie and Bacall or Stanwyck and...

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"And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart"
Almost a hundred years ago
When love songs were tender and slow
People were still named Hoagy
And tough guys were called Bogie
The term Stardust...

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For five days we have been worker bees 
Now it is time for those tees 
Whether it is fighting off a golfing bogie 
Or wiping your hands from a lunch time hoagie 
Finally the weekend...

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Wham-o’s old Pluto Platter,
gets a brand-new name.
Fred and Ethel say farewell,
Dick Clarke gets his fame.

The Cat in the Hat is born,
Bogie has moved on.
Hurricane Audrey rages,
while Paul meets with John.

Sputnik said that space is now,
the...

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Ouija board boogie.
Ouija board dance.
They come in at midnight, 
With a sing, and a prance.

We had been laughing heavily
Until they appeared,
Laughing and joking,
We all hooted and jeered.

Then the table started moving, 
Pushed itself away from...

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"You two are a match made in heaven. Or somewhere." - Richelle Mead



                      ...

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I think about what could have been
but it wasn't, was it, Ben?
We were the best, the real test....
a delusion, an illusion
Maybe I need a transfusion?

My dream you
and your real you have come loose
they are two...

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I dreamt I owned a 1939 Buick.
Later, I realized I did not,
but wondered:
could tommy-gun wielding
gangsters still be historically relevant
without running-boards?

A very cool car,
just ask Humphrey Bogart;
he had a 38 special
and knew how to use it.

I...

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Around the town he was known as the Bogie Man
Not an evil spirit my friend but a Bogart fan
Always wore a trench coat like his hero wore
On his head a fedora was also worn for...

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No one ever said anything of any 
importance during those long, lonely years at the 
dinner table.  Awkward ugly silences filled
with talk of pars of roughs of lies

as metaphor for truth
while discussing this club...

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