Long Caddy Poems
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I climb in Suzanne,
She ain't no hippy van,
She's rusty and forgotten
Her soul is slightly rotten
But I believe she's grand.
I turn the key and roar her
Then I beg her like a schnorrer
Won't you let me live inside you
If not own you then to ride you
With life becoming more.
They tell me you're a clunker
And a worn out useless junker
I want you fixed and waxed
With my refund income tax
And life will be so good.
Sleeping in the back
Of my rusty Cadillac
She promises me a meal
in Gorst's finest diner
And a ride o'er the sea
to a place she loves in China
And that's the way to feel.
But I died asphyxiated
From this life liberated
When Suzanne turned herself on
Ran exhaust until the air's gone
And I smiled in my sleep
Eternal and so deep
For only Death is real.
I TURNED OFF MY MOBILE
AND LEFT IT AT HOME.
I WAS FEELING SO FREE
I STARTED TO ROAM.
SIXTY FIVE CADDY
WITH NO TRACKING DEVICE
OUT ON THE ROAD
AND IT REALLY FEELS NICE.
WORLD SURVEILLANCE
WHEN WE LOOK ALL AROUND.
TRACKING YOUR MOVEMENTS
AND EVEN YOUR SOUNDS.
SO HERE I AM
JUST OFF SORE FINGER ROAD.
LOVING LIFE
AND PANNING FOR GOLD.
HIGH IN THE DESERT
BLUE SKIES AND CLEAR.
NOTHING IS CLOSE
AND NO ONE IS NEAR.
IN NATURE I HEAR
WILD FLOWERS RINGING.
SMALL BIRDS IN THE BRUSH
PLAYING AND SINGING.
THE HOT DESERT SUN
IS HEATING THE GROUND.
SHINING ITS TERROR
ON ALL THAT'S AROUND.
WITH TIME MOVING SLOWLY
EXTENDING ITS ARM.
NO NEED TO BE WORRIED
AND NO NEED FOR ALARM.
WHEN THE SUN WENT DOWN
STARS INFLUENCED THE VIEW.
SHARING PERSPECTIVE
OF THE OLD WITH THE NEW.
BEYOND MILLIONS OF LIGHT YEARS
ETERNITY KNOWS.
TIME CAN BE CAPTURED.
NEVER THE SOUL.
Michael E.HARRIS
02172022
When I was a child
My father told me
Of a wondrous creature
He'd seen in the sea.
In Lake Okanogan
Ogopogo's the feature
But here on our coast
We have our own creature.
Cadborosaurus is
Our sea serpent's name.
Not as famous as Nessie
But here she has fame.
October through April
Is 'Caddy' watching season.
She must like the cold
For the water is freezin'.
Marine biologists
Have reports by the score
But not one Cadborosaurus
Has washed up on shore.
So is she there
Or is she not?
I guess we won't know
Unless she gets caught.
My father believed
That he'd seen our 'Caddy'
So I believe in her too
Because I believed my Daddy.
She grabbed at the quarter full pop bottle neck,
cream soda from Marsh’s,
and held like a truncheon, in the harshest
of voices
produced an otherworldly sound, GETOUT!!
“Give me a chance” and he stepped forward.
Stood aside her I moved towards
“****ing try it”
I’d never seen those eyes.
GETOUT!!
He turned and left.
He never normally got angry,
or swore.
I’d only heard him twice before.
Once as a just unwrapped Dunlop 65, badly hooked, hit the Irish Sea and brought blasphemy and profanity,
“Jesus ****ing Christ”
and as he handed me his driver an inappropriate hidden smirk from me,
his Sunday morning caddy,
for a couple of shots and 20p
The second at Elland road,
stood on the Gelderd End Kop,
Clarke swivelling before side footing in from twelve yards with me sat atop
a stanchion,
him stood behind,
“Get the f*** in” and he shook me as I cheered,
right arm aloft,
scarf tied on the wrist,
mimicking Sniffers celebration.
Sharing in the mass elation.
The best birthday treat.
It wasn’t our fight.
The adults crumbled.
We were let down on all sides.
Pre safeguarding times.
No support, no care.
Only the adults got choices,
not the era to listen
to five scared tyke voices.
I miss Saturday mornings with Soul Train,
When brothers and sisters would take a ride to release their pain.
I miss Momma's twice-baked sweet potato pie.
She didn't have a recipe; she just baked with love, so she didn't have to try.
I miss long rides with Daddy in that 'Caddy' with all the windows down with some nice blues.
Just riding and nodding and Daddy telling me, "Son, whenever you try, you can never lose."
I miss the rapturous feeling of asking a pretty girl for her hand for a dance.
To feel her feminine embrace and to cherish a moment of chance.
From time to time I sit and reminisce.
Such lovely thoughts, images, and sounds I sorely miss.
I don’t dream often, but I dream of Jeanie,
the only one who ever touched my Nadi.
I met her bathing in the Irrawaddy.
You’d classify her as an in-betweenie,
but looking pretty hot in that bikini!
She got me going when she called me ‘daddy’!
Jean self-identified as “thorough baddie,”
but never let me see her Kundalini.
I couldn’t leave her working in that paddy,
so whisked her off to Venice. Like Houdini,
she made the transformation: loved linguini:
but part-time jobs (a waiter, then a caddy)
meant I could not afford her. One bellini
cost forty bucks! Forget the Lamborghini!
Dedicated to My Daddy, My Father, My Dad
Eighteen years of grieving tears have not ceased my missing of you, Daddy!
Daily, I speak prayers aloud, asking that I shall never forget your voice.
Most of my Daddy memories, I fold tender inside my joy caddy.
Some fears still taunt, haunt me about losing past shared times of clarity,
While precious, Dad-vivid recall remains my heart’s held, treasured rarity.
It saddens me that our forty-two years were ended by fate's own choice.
As this sadness hits now, my tears fresh-fall hopes for remembrance charity
For I still develop needs for you, my wondrous and devoted Daddy.
three ducks paddling
300 yards, dogleg left
……..no short game
a feral cat
digging in the sand trap
……..replacing divots
an old dog
lays on the first tee
………..licking his balls
the golf ball smiled
the golfer slammed his club
……the caddy smiled back
he addressed the ball
not knowing where it would go
……no return address
a blind approach shot
swinging from the hips
………a gaggle of geese
the nineteenth hole
burgers, fries, beers and BS
………lies about lies
John G. Lawless
©2/20/2022
Sleep and wake; the tide of routine
Fall and Arise; the cycle of life
These are divine, beyond being smart
That's even when you have to restart
Possibly, God is definitely in between
Which by heart makes energy so rife
I am trying
I keep moving
I need You Daddy
Be my Guardian Angel
When I am down to earth
Lord, fight fight fight
It is never so easy to give in
Father, fight fight fight
For me at the expense of Your breath
Yes, fight fight fight
To give Breath so cheap into the claim of my sin
Still, You fight fight fight
Birth and death are human plight
A life is lit and it burns really short
Man don't flip the flops of time
Which is not running often to its prime
Flames of its burn shine dim or bright like sort
Many can't help deny their own bright light
Turn off sighing
Turn on approving
Let me dwell in Thy caddy
Save me from the first archangel
When I am down to earth
Lord, fight fight fight
It is never so easy to give in
Father, fight fight fight
For me at the expense of Your breath
Yes, fight fight fight
To give Breath so cheap into the claim of my sin
Still, You fight fight fight
I can't face this beautiful madness all alone
Troubles are usual suspects trying our best
Sorrows pile up with the tough times in few
Tomorrow yet not guarantee of giving something new
Fate is to every crazy or gentle soul unknown
Yet, by luck or chance, no one dares put trying to rest
I am decrying
I keep disapproving
I need Your audience
Be my conveyance
When I am down to earth
Lord, fight fight fight
It is never so easy to give in
Father, fight fight fight
For me at the expense of Your breath
Yes, fight fight fight
To give Breath so cheap into the claim of my sin
Still, You fight fight fight
Incomprehensible space/time continuum intrigues...
One insignificant, infinitesimal
incomprehensibleness cosmic speck,
who doth readily confess
swallowed within
infinite cosmic wormhole, nonetheless,
he feels mind boggled, fascinated,
transfixed... helpless to express
following concept suddenly
gripping his feeble mental compass.
I haint never gonna get
smart enough to understand
supposedly how universe
under contract to expand
subscribers embracing divine
intervention ascribe to invisible hand
cosmographical phenomena defies
garden variety *****sapien
understanding schema so grand
feeble analogy whereby
Neanderthal apt to understand
lingual mechanics predicated
I grammatically, markedly, pointedly...
exclaim with ampersand.
No particular reason nor rhyme
prompted contemplation
Einsteinian/ Stephen
Hawking concepts sublime
defy one average guy
way past his prime
ideal, optimal, universal... time
to fortify i.e. cognitive ability
brewing, immersing, steeping... gray matter
within astrophysicist clime,
now punishing ignorance mime
limited aptitude climb
stymied best taught during childhood
undoubtedly education pioneer - Haim
Ginott speculate would even
advocate buzzfeeding fetus
with intelligent boosting enzyme.
I chomp at the metaphorical bridled bit
and chafe not being genius like Trump pit
ing president (gag me with a spoon),
and lemme don pith helm mitt
this crash test dummy, whit
no shadow of doubt ready to quit
human race if said nitwit
nabs 20/20 election twit
tilling, spindling, mutilating,
fondling... constitutional sacred writ
issuing dynastic emperor gambit
hastening cremated ashes (mine)
launched into distant orbit
bajillion light years
careering, hopscotching, zipping
eventually reincarnated into runny Babbit
ironically enslaved for profit
blindly obedient dagnabbit,
indentured as intergalactic caddy
fired while under probation as apprentice
up Paul ling lee forced to exit
Sartre's stage door left sporting
embarrassing MAGA prison outfit
hustled away courtesy
as laughingstock exhibit.
Thus, I helm ship of state into black void
alone within cosmos, yes...overjoyed!