Long Boogaloo Poems
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The Unexpected Moments
1. Spider floats down a web, you grab at the web, then you toss it out the door,
you feel a tug in your hair, eight legs fumbles about, you shake and shake,
until it falls on the floor
2. Step off a curb, a tire screech, a car horn that never lets up
3. A honeybee in love with a woman's hair sprayed hair, hands waving all about
4. An edge-of-the-seat horror flick, popcorn sprinkles in your hair
5. A surprise party with an odd start, where's the handkerchief
6. A tap on your shoulder from behind, you roll your hand into a fist
7. Someone said boo and you do the boogaloo
8. An authority person calls you by your full name
9. The 'To-Your-Face-Do-Not-Flinch' Game or punches galore
10. A teacher's get-your-attention ruler slams the desk
11. The dreaded alarm clock goes off -or- didn't go off
12. The dozing off at work, co-worker finger snaps
2019 May 27
*4th Place*
What Makes You Flinch
~~Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
jampacked city streets
that jangled and banged
in the raucous jarring day
shifted
from business to boogaloo
squeezing into moonlight
party lights
gin and lime-kissed
gimlet sequined dress
strutted
in studded six-inch heels
riveting flair
provoking jive and jazzy nights
to tame this lion of New York
The bed swallowed the evening
sucked-up in slumbered
sobering snooze
exhaling the drunkard’s stench
while the warmth of whiskey
and you next to me
laid dreamy still
popped up and propped up
restless and ragged
realizing the changing view
through the dirt-stained window
a pool of placid sunrise
igniting
colorless clustered towers
bulwarks and girders
scraping the sky
out of the easterly clouds
a creeping golden palette
arose
touching every crevice
defining each silhouette
your body stirs deliberate and slow
rainbow hued eyes
slenderly slitted catching
the new-found light
opening, tenderly revealing
the landscape of your smile
disclosing
a cozy contentment
waking with hello
as I fall into your dream
and a new day
Was it last year, or yesterday?
Old Totem asks Taboo
Who ordered orchestra to play
Was it myself or you?
We never ever ordered that
Replied to this Taboo
But they performed a finest set
Played waltz and boogaloo
So did we dance that night away?
Good Totem asks Taboo
I thought it was the other day
But doubt if it’s true
Your got the memory lapse, my dear
Replied the sweet Taboo
Last time we danced the other year
On Christmas rendezvous
Seems our ship is on delay
Said Totem to Taboo
Its getting late, so why to stay
What are we here to do?
Relax and wait for crescent moon
To Totem said Taboo
I’ll take a ride from here soon
Don’t know about you
So won’t you leave me something small
Asked Totem his Taboo
A little bit of your sweet soul
For memory of you
I’m sorry to upset you, friend
Grinned wonderful Taboo
My soul I would not recommend
I’ve stolen it from you.
As I set out
To jot down this poem
I had no earthly idea
Of what would transpose
And who all would be
Joining along
I'm as surprised as you
To these goings on
I don't recollect
Any of this being nearby
All the glimmer and glamor
Catching my eye
With my mind letting loose
In the wondering why
All of these characters
Are invading my rhymes
There are seals riding trikes
Uniformed Taiwanese
Clowns and their like
With smiley faced knees
Lepords in tights
Like we need more of these
A Kardashian or two
To put our minds at ease
Daryl Hall and John Oates
Singing loud 80's tunes
And what would be a poem
Without a cow jumping over the moon
Or a chimpanzee
Swinging through the stanzas with ease
Using the tails of snakes
Like a flying trapeze
There's even a racoon
By the name of Rocky we know
Using his Boogaloo
To sweep dust from the poem
And look it's Bob Hope
Selling soap on a rope
To keep it all clean
With a rated "G" tone
With so much going on
Inside of this poem
Guess it's best I stop here
As this has gotten rather long...
I'm on my bike every day
Trying to lose some pounds
I giggle like a little girl when
The scale says I'm heading down
The lard is just melting away
I'm a shadow of my former self
Almost lost a whole human being
Since deciding to become an elf
I hear you chuckling over there
Shouldn't you be cheering me on
Instead of being so damn jealous
That I'm wearing this skimpy thong
Feel like running about in the nude
But authorities just might object
Thought of covering up but decided
Gonna flaunt it, what the heck
Okay maybe I'm dreaming a tad
But I'm really going to see it through
Nothing but good can come of it
Soon be doing the old boogaloo!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Inside this cell no sell, just a bag of spiders big and fat
with gnarly hands she tucks away fifty crawlies in her hat
Her name is Katz and she loves cats but not old stinky rats
she thrums aside the prison door like a pining cat
Witches brew and boogaloo I cast a spell on you
muddle muddle fuddle duddle here's a stick of fever few
as the warden goes a jumping he unlocks on cue
spider spider drunk on cider, wackalacka spew !
On a broom made of chrome I will fly me back to Rome
all the spiders in my sack will find their way back home
wiggle wiggle jiggle niggle cruise but do not roam
in my cauldron little Gretel, cries and weeps alone
Well here is how the bones are stewed soft and tender,
gently brewed
well here is how the bones are stewed soft and tender,
freshly stewed....
June 15, 2023
Contest Name: Bag Of Spiders
Sponsor : Matt Caliri