Long Brooms Poems
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March covers the tiny, shivering buds
with frost, soon they'll adorn women's hair
to attract mates who seek an intimate affair;
some guys like dark hair, others like blonde hair,
its the choice of brooms, of certain studs
who prefer ladies who dress with a distinctive flair!
Earth and sea are silent and dominate
the mood of bleakness and anxiety,
impatient eyes peak from windows
and seem tired of snow dreaming of flowers,
of sunshine, of all that's lovely...
to put away a long winter of solitude!
Granny plants seeds in clay pots,
they lay on the balcony where pink roses sipped
rain and basked in scorching sun rays,
their aroma filled the breezy rooms decorated with curtains
that flapped and were lulled by the incoming breeze
blown in by elms that reached the window of Louise...
while Lily embroidered a wool shawl and sang!
Nobody is in a rush to go anywhere,
boredom slows them down quite a bit,
they can't find a better reason to exist;
they lack energy and motivation unless
a shot of whisky warms their cold blood
and a witty smile beautifies their gloominess!
Emily acts differently, she takes Furry for a walk
and meets Mat who entertains her with his sexy talk;
he's a notorious playboy and all girls are aware
of his tactic: he chases after them thinking he's a stud!
Traces of snow are only left on the yellowed grass,
Clare spreads breadcrumbs attracting pigeons that shriek
and swooping down they scare the whims out of Thomas,
who's is playing chess with Alex, he turns into a freak
with an expression of contempt for the harmless creatures!
March covers the tiny, shivering buds with frost,
staying inside is too boring and bears a cost
for the bachelors who search for their new darlings
in open spaces where romance lives and thrives!
When we were in secondary school,
we used to hold brooms like reign and sweep and sweep
and sweep and sweep clear and clean each an every
house.
And race to sweep Hamman Dikko house;
and race to sweep Tudun Wada house;
and race to sweep Ardo Sali house;
and make hay while the sun shines.
I remember the brooms were sharp and fine like rainy
water shattering amidst rainy season O a flowing river
towards the sea.
Our mathes teacher would almost punish us for assuming
that we can anyhow shatter in in in the wood- I remember
the duty perfect used to say as etiquette let begin
from jss 1 to the staffroom , let the ss1 and jss 111
sweep the senior classes and the computer lab.
I remember the motto is keep out impurity and clean
your school and the society at large?.
~The Wicked Witches~
(Trine)
The witches gather happily under the moonlight
They're planning to fly in their brooms tonight.
They laugh and cackle full of mischief very loud
The wicked witches can be observed among the cloud.
Then they descend and have in the forest a big cookout
They invited some of their creepy friends there's no doubt.
The witches finished eating their bat stew and cackle with delight
Again they fly high in their old brooms among the dark cloud
While devilishly plan to terrorize everyone before the sun comes out.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
October.30.2016
Halloween
2013
faceless pumpkins, eerie eyes
witchless brooms that no one flies
spider webs not yet spun
trick or treaters yet to come
sounds of skeleton like branches
wind whirl tone that so entrances
tiny shapes of ghosts and goblins
as they move together wobblin’
in the hours when they play
twixt start of night and end of day
shadow creatures, wolf-like howls
mutterings of candied jowls
bargaining for gifts received
from those so easily deceived
by urchins who from dungeons crept
and gorged themselves before they slept.
John G. Lawless
10/19/2013
Cinderella thought she had found her Prince Charming,
but arriving at the palace was a bit alarming.
Cinderella found it rather absurd,
how each room had women from all over the world.
Then he gave her a dustpan and sweeping brush,
told her:
"Clean the kitchen and then make sure the toilets flush."
Now Cinders, had just escaped her ugly sisters,
she was a bit fed up of cleaning with blisters.
What ever happened to their 'happily ever after?'
Her dreams of love had turned into a total disaster.
Now there's only so far you can push someone,
all a girl wants is to be free and to have some fun.
There was no way she was going to live in another hell,
gathered all the other women and pleaded:
"Lets rebel."
They all got together with their sticks and brooms,
told Prince Charming he can clean his own rooms!
He spent all day scrubbing the toilets clean -
whilst Cinderella sat on the throne as queen.
Inspire me like seeds rejected
thrown out,
trampled,
bruised,
killed,
buried yet fights it up
through dirts and death,
sand and dark,
to form a mighty tree that forever stands: Inspire me with such passion.
Inspire me like cockroaches. roaches chased after with torches, footwears,
stones,
brooms,
insecticides,
beaten and
flushed and
flushed and
flushed down the toilet,
yet up and
up and
up they keep rising till they make it out: Inspire me with such resilience.
Inspire me with life.
Who in peace,
chaos,
gladness and
sorrow,
pleases all like there's no tomorrow.
sings and
rings, and
brings, her goods and bad in autumn,
winter,
summer and
spring.
Tall short
white black
all she choosed to treat as same
rich poor
mighty and weak
she made all walk in her path together: Inspire me with such understanding.
Inspire me like death
yes death
I know what death taste like,
she tastes as strong as darkness, smells as strong as loneliness,
yet she comes unnoticed,
steals,
kills,
thrills and
leaves with all staring at her: unashamed.
Blood, no blood
guns, no guns
peace and fights
day or night
stabs and
jams and
beat and
hit and
choke the throats of
big and small.
Foetus,
infant,
toddler,
teens,
adult:
all marches to her hall.
play this circle all over again,
you'll see with her nature has built a bond: Inspire me with such skill.
Inspire me with me
Inspire me with me who woos at my thoughts of sucide,
death,
evil,
unsatisfaction.
Inspire me with me who fights my thoughts of giving up,
Inspire me with me who laughs me to scorn for my failures, and flogs me to make up my mistakes,
picks me,
cleanse me and set me back on track when I fall.
Inspire me with me who looks up at me for more,
inspire me with me who applauds me for ones done,
inspire me with me who sticks to the path meant for me: Inspire me like this.
Whirlwind
Of summer embers
Stirs up
From the un-mowed grass
Swept by the brooms of July 4th fireworks
Booming distant in the furled city
Up high
To the tree tops
The fire flies rise
To the hunger of bats that swoop as spoons
Banging the pan of moon
More than enough for all
The stars
Lightning bugs
Moonbeams and bean wings
Consciousness everywhere
Our heads tilt
On their cracked bodies
Statues
Still standing
For a longer whisper
In the ancient gallery of this summer
My wife her husband
Hands freed from our marble robes
We
Ignite and hold
The gold of a sparkler
Close to our faces.
Early 90s a friend of mine was some kind of Teamster working on the Sony Studios lot in Culver City. I was in town visiting and invited out one day to the set of some stupid show but I met William Devane and he was cool. So, Sony was shooting the treehouse set for the movie Hook on a stage near by. It was a secured set bc the studio didn't want photos getting out but my buddy knew a guy that snuck us both in. We were in the wings checking out this thing and noticed a group of Japanese executives taking a tour, stereotypical looking, black suits, thin black ties but NO CAMERAS. After a just few moments it became apparent that Robyn was on set and he had gathered together some crew members armed with poles, brooms, a boom mic and we watched him march these guys in front of the Sony execs while all whistling the theme to The Bride on the River Kwai. It was eyewatering hilarious but the 3 of us held it together until we got out of there. True story
What a wonderment for her to be alive my Grandma's Grandma
Just look at her hands these are grandma's little hands the hands where she needed white linen and cotton sacks the hands that scrubbed masses wife and children barebacks the hands that made crackling bread on a pot belly stove
Grandma's little hands
Braided her children's hair
Made brooms and candles wit the little hands
Grandma's little hands pic pick cotton in the field
And when it hung Grandpa on the tree
For little hands cried out raised in the sky she screamed out loud Lord oh, Lord why me
Grandma's little hands word withered and torn worn
Grandma's little hands wash clothes in lye soap
Warren tattered and torn that ever so strong
Nothing could go up so wrong grandma's little hands
And she would get clasp her hands together in prayer
She kept the family straight
Hope strong little hands would never retaliate
Grandma's little hands
4/3/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
I pored over my weather maps contriving a prognostication,
Of the weather forecast for the consumption of the British population.
It comprised all the towns, villages and shires from A to Zed,
To include the burgs of Wookey Hole, Wyre Piddle and Guys Head!
The towns of Crazies Hill and Cuckoo's Nest could expect clear skies,
Nasty, Mucking and Mousehole were included in this surmise.
Rain bode for Scrooby, Spital, Tiptoe and Brian's Puddle,
Ugley, Ramsbottom, Fitchfield and the village of Affpuddle.
Hail would visit the towns of Piddlehinton, Diddlebury and Pill,
Sots Hole, Inkpen, Birdlip, Scagglethorpe and Toot Hill.
I warned Catbrain, Clock Face and Daffy Green to expect sleet.
That also included Giggleswick, Kibblesworth and Cackle Street.
Broadbottom, Muggleswick and Barking were to be aware of fog,
As well as Yelling, Wigglesworth, Slaggyford and Black Dog.
Scattered clouds were billed for Crackpot, Beer and Fairy Cross,
And for the areas of Fugglestone, Great Snoring and Balls Dross.
Beanacre, Fatfield, Wham and Jump could expect some light snow.
Raging gales I predicted for Lickey End and Harrowbarrow.
Conditions change in minutes in High Brooms and Frog Pool.
I dare not divine weather for those blokes, 'cause I'm nobody's fool!