Long Bogie Poems
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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 I play
I’d much prefer I had a puppy; I’d walk him outside every day!
Daddy takes me to the park; sometimes my little legs get tired
If I had wheels instead of feet I’m sure they’d be admired!
Mummy I know you’ve told me that it’s rude to stare
But why is that man’s head poking through his hair?
I’m told that I must eat my greens so I grow big and tall
Oh yeuk… cauliflower and carrots I really hate them all
My daddy once got cross when I knocked over his beer
He said a silly word, that he didn’t think I’d hear!
If I find a massive green bogie when I pick my nose
Why does mummy get so cross when I wipe it on her clothes?
When I wee in the toilet I aim to hit a smiley ping-pong ball
I hope mummy removes it when Grandma comes to call!
I sit on the bathroom toilet and I do a massive pooh
I love to hear a big splash when I’m sitting on the loo!
Sometime I fart in the bath, its fun to make the water bubble
AND my Daddy farts all the time so I don’t get into trouble!
When I lay in bed at night my mummy reads to me
I wish I could read the book myself, but I’m only three!
It really isn’t fair, why do I have to be in bed by eight
When all grown-ups watch TV and they can stay up late!
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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 brand new frontier.
Russia’s I. C. B. M makes,
their intentions clear.
Four hundred officials killed,
by Vietcong hands.
Elvis starts his life behind,
the walls of Graceland.
Seventy thousand more lives,
lost to Asian flu.
We were losing the space race,
as Vanguard dies too.
In Arkansas the guard blocks,
the Little Rock Nine.
Eisenhower sends his troops,
to settle the times.
McGovern points a finger,
says they're Commie Reds.
Soviets test the H Bomb,
brings ultimate dread.
Laika makes it into space,
U.S. is grounded.
Great Britain test their bomb and,
alarms are sounded.
Great innovations in births,
and technology.
Electric watch, Edsel,
Jayne Torvill and me.
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 the wall,
Jumped up and down,
Over our heads, big and tall.
The laughing has stopped.
Our faces are not smiling.
There is shrieking and wailing,
The table, beguiling
The Ouija board is floating away in a cloud.
The ghosts have taken over, they are pretty mean.
Entirely angry, they are yelling quite loud.
The craziest Ouija board dance we have seen.
We are sorry we tried it, some more than others.
We are afraid for our little sisters and brothers.
We opened a portal, and we can feel the mean.
Put that Ouija board away, until next Halloween.
Ouija board boogie.
Ouija board dance.
They come in at midnight,
With a sing, and a prance.
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 different men
It could have been terrific, buit it was obtuse.
if they had been the same, we would have had a lot of play
but they weren’t, were they? Not even one single day!
We weren’t the same, no ding-a-ling
We had that brief thing
Not even a fling
It was not the Bogie/Bacall love affair in the air
But wouldn’t it have been great. my potential mate
if it could have been? Right Ben? Right Ben?
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 the mushrooms right out of their snooze.
Overnight Mother Nature has slyly sprinkled green glitter all around.
She did it effortlessly, kindly, boldly, with a total lack of sound.
We now have the greeniest greens high and low, greens that can ever be found.
I will invite you over, if you promise not to disturb our ant mound.
Formerly frozen creek has thawed into a gorgeous wild flowing river.
The shy, flirty, faerie-decorated butterflies are in sliver/quiver.
Dragonflies, moths, beetle-bugs, and caterpillars are near the river.
Making my happy heart sing and dance a bogie jive closer to my liver.
The scent of the purple and lavender lilacs is suspiciously sweet.
The first real proof that the perennials are ready to stand on their feet.
Magically pushing their fragrant puffy flowerets to fruition in this full heat.
The monarch is leading the way, dragonflies, and earthworms, following in beat.
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 is here
And adventure is near
Going out entertaining the mates
Finding friends and romantic dates
For a short period of time
And recreation on the mind
Worker bees turned into social bugs
Giving companions fashionable hugs
Interaction with others
And chance meetings that could breed into lovers
Taking a two day holiday where one can reflect and relax
Ignoring what is being transmitted at the office fax
It is the proper time to make the pass
When encountering a potential lifelong lad or lass
Enjoy the time off
Not having any guilt feelings of fault
Being in the corporate life
Needing to be giving the green light
Hoping the check clears
To shop Wal-Mart then on to Sears
During this time we sit down finding peace and cheer
Since the weekend is finally here
"You two are a match made in heaven. Or somewhere." - Richelle Mead
Madonna and child
Lucille and Desi
Bogie and Bacall
Dr. King and Coretta
Heck, even Bonnie and Clyde!
Bonds that can't be shattered with a hammer
True love, right or wrong; just as sinewy,
transcending time and death!
Date written and submitted: 09/03/2019
Writing challenge 1- September 2019 - 8 Line Form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode (Winner: 2nd Place)
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