Long Cartoon Poems
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We carried them home in shoeboxes
poked with air holes,
our fingers trembling
against pastel fluff~
yellow as buttercups,
blue like faded denim,
pink like bubblegum
stuck under our beds.
They cheeped in chorus,
a sound so small
it could drown in a rain puddle.
We named them
after cartoon characters,
after dead grandmothers,
after whatever sweetness
we could scrape from our imaginations.
By Monday, the dye ran in their water dish,
streaking their feathers into something
less magical, more real.
We didn’t know
they’d outgrow the colors,
that their feet would twist
from walking on newspaper,
that no one’s mother
would let them stay.
The grocery store manager
just shrugged,
his apron smeared
with something unnamable.
Take ‘em, he said.
They’re free.
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A cartoon
he flies over cities
saving the world
from reality
Child abuse
200,000 dead
humongous tariffs
concentration camps
money laundering with Russians
el fato dictator with out the tator
laughing stock
trillions of debt
science denied
witches in the Whitehouse
grabbing privates cause he brags
he can , he can touch your cans
no mathematician
yet good at division
the urinator of ignorance
the bankruptcy King
Khashoggi tried to expose the evil
Saudi Prince bids Trumps carnal desires
in the Turkish bathhouse of politics
dark secrets chopped up in death
Pink Floyd told you
pigs can fly
and you had your doubts
No more doubts
the orange man
a Nazis re incarnation
wrapped in the confederate flag
saving no one
Lincoln never imagined
today’s white victim zeitgeist,
pouting persecuted supremacists,
their clenched jaws and fists.
Civil war rages in limbic memory.
Encoded somewhere,
the panic attacks and mirages.
Nobody is qualified because everybody is responsible.
So many whites have graduated from the struggle,
showcasing their diploma from the mill.
Lincoln never imagined
modern virtual vitriol,
merciless memes lashing out at specters,
infusing, inciting depravity among the sleep deprived.
These words are battleships aimed at the reviled.
The unshielded summon civility.
They beckon familiar principles.
But rabid cougars wait in hiding, eager to pounce.
All the feeble markets for platitudes have failed,
as subliminal cavities endure each generation.
Mental lynch mobs, rebel flags, supremacy’s utopia.
Lincoln never imagined
a 21st century cartoon president,
a white nationalist clicking social network epithets,
a whining overgrown tormenter
with a cult of Stalinist believers.
Where are the intelligible?
How is all this animated fury converted?
What is the lesson plan?
Who will bury the code?
How long this agonizing journey into normality?
Lincoln never imagined.
Published Tuck Magazine 04/ 2019
Not a mythical creature,
or the patriarch of a lewd, cartoon family,
you are my roommate.
Well, one of them,
and you have been for two years now.
Superhero posters make your room your own.
Perhaps you’re concealing a secret identity
when you refuse to hang out with us;
on late night drives,
lunch or dinner,
all we do is make awkward small talk.
And you’re the only one
to keep his door locked.
Your girlfriend never comes around anymore,
you’re always at her place,
though, we don’t mind.
Sometimes it’s hard to tell where you are.
Perhaps you’re a murderer,
waiting for us to leave
so you can indulge in violent ceremony.
Whatever you’re into.
In the words of Jerry Garcia,
I implore you,
“Please don’t murder me.”
His monkey-fascination made him own a “monkeyrium”
There, monkeys and cousin apes in their gladdening crusade freely reign
Unlike the sea creatures in the imprisoning aquarium
The funny troops have liberty in their haven’s domain.
Those monkeys, midst animated cartoon characters, are my son’s delight
Their cheerful quirks, especially that of Chimpanzee Charlie, won his heart
How they perk him up with their mirth-oozing sight
Along their varied careening turns and twists of witty art.
Caring monkeys caught first his curiosity in the creation story
Then they amused him as musicians in Noah’s floating zoo
Now, their charm’s presence is felt in my son’s territory
As they showcase their loving ways like humans do.
Yes, the monkeys are pulling my son’s faith-string of glad disposition
Pushing him to stride during his therapy sessions midst his disability
Prodding his spirit to get up with glee for his prayer position
Prompting him to sing… even amidst obvious difficulty.
My special child’s “monkeyrium” is his wondrous paradise
With monkey-ape-stuffed toys he plays with, and can dearly hold
Thru them, I thank and praise the Lord Who’s good and so wise*
For granting my blessed boy great privileges he can enjoy and behold!
*Jude 1:25 To the only wise God our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amen.
First posted on May 21, 2018
Edited on November 26 incorporating the following words: Charlie, Cartoon, Characters, Curiosity, Careening And Crusade
2nd place, "Charlie's Cartoon Characters Curiously Careen And Crusade Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger; judged on December 16, 2018.
Remember your very first movie?
I surely remember mine
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
It was nineteen thirty-nine!
Went to a matinee with my parents
“Sit still!” my mother said
A movie a newsreel and a funny cartoon
Still dancing around in my head!
I remember being really frightened
By the sight of the wicked old Queen
Soon as Dopey came bouncing along
Happy times returned to the screen!
The music's been here for all my life
“Whistle While You Work”
And “Someday My Prince Will Come”
That's when my ears start to perk
Sure don't make 'em like that anymore
Now they're 3-D animated gems
Amazing but I long for the simpler ones
Wish I could live 'em again!
Unsolicited feedback
across rock of ages woke
beguiling ghostly busty spectre
courtesy Marie-Antoinette,
(i.e. bride of France's arty choke
King Louis XVI) bespoke
let him eat cake, and (sic)
send back the bloody bloke,
aye suddenly begot idea rye
Jack Corner of zee desk
didst impale and provoke
moderately painful injury
right side rib cage
analogous to intriguing
unfortunate circumstance
mysterious secret shrouded
as dagger and cloak
(think Alfred E. Neuman,
viz MAD Magazine), yes no joke
lovely bones of me body electric,
(particularly right side rib cage)
severely traumatized, nailed, injured...
crucified oft told umteen times,
yet omitting key mirrors and smoke,
significant Dorian Gray parallel,
when former antique,
viz secrétaire looking glass reflection,
spider hairline fractures radiated
resembled bay of pigs in a poke
ham handedly oinked,
quaked, shattered... broke
into bajillion pieces
deafening, exploding,
glowering thunder stroke
jagged shrapnel size shards
unleashed cosmic force
lacerated, gnashed, beribboned...
impeaching flesh with
one engulfed masterstroke,
no rhyme nor reason aiming to choke
off promising poet (ha) of corpse
resembling scrambled egg yolk
posthumous fame besmoke
salvaged mine besmirched reputation
courtesy humble cartoon character
bugs bunny and kinfolk spoke
daffy fully eulogizing humor did evoke.
I'm Eric Cartman and I'm an evil little *****.
My mom is poor, she certainly isn't rich.
She posed nude in a magazine because she's a Crack Whore.
She couldn't afford to buy me an IPad and that made me sore.
After I lied on DR. Phil, Apple was about to give me a Human CentiPad.
But they got an order to disassemble it and that really made me mad.
I started cursing God and he struck me with lightning.
I won't ever mess with him again, he's too frightening.
Many people hate my guts because I'm a racist punk.
When I offended a girl classmate, my ship was sunk.
She beat me up because she's a tough little Lass.
I tried to fight back but she kicked my sorry ass.
I certainly don't have a heart of gold, I'm a terrible lad.
People wonder how a nine year old boy can be so bad.
If you do something bad, I'll rat you out because I'm also a snitch.
I will not change my ways, I'll continue to be an evil little *****.
(This poem is based on the South Park cartoon.)
He starred in an episode of "18 Wheels Of Justice".
He died ten years ago today and his name was Chris.
He starred in a movie that is titled "Stunts Unlimited".
His fans were sad when they learned that he was dead.
When we lost him at the age of fifty-seven, we lost him too soon.
He starred in "The Dukes Of Hazzard" and "The Dukes" cartoon.
He was temporarily hired when the producers had to replace Luke.
I think that he did an admirable job when he starred as Vance Duke.
He starred in "Official Denial", "Raven" and "East Meets West".
He also starred in two episodes of "Xena: Warrior Princess".
He starred in "Liar Liar" and it's sad to know that he's gone for good.
He and Coy fought the system like a two modern day Robin Hood.
[Dedicated to Christopher Mayer (1954-2011) who died ten years ago today on July 23, 2011]
T'is urgent Mr.Moon,
You don't want to be a slacker;
Respond to me ASAP
Regarding my mere matter.
No resentment in my bones,
No anger and no fury.
Time is ticking on the clock,
Before I face the jury.
Me- I'm small and You- You're big and
Every single night,
Forever looking up at you
For you can expedite...
Approval for my freedom,
Am ageing like a prune.
You can change my future,
So c'mon Mr.Moon.
Know that you're THE moon,
So wave your giant wand.
Offering a treaty...
If only you respond.
Press once more the urgency,
This all that I require-
Answers to my questions,
For here I may expire.
Help me Mr.Moon,
The nurses and the doctors-
Speaking very loudly,
Sounding like the choppers!
Help! Help!! the doctors and the nurses,
Have got me! Yes they've got me
They've got me with
Vexed verses.
Don't touch me, Don't dare touch me,
My friend he sees you all.
You may be big but he is huge and
You you're very small.
I tell you all he's up there and
watching everything,
Oh my gosh did you see that?
A flying large g-string !
Save me Mr.Moon,
Wait, I can see a placket,
Oh no, Oh no, Oh my gosh...
This is a tight straightjacket!!!
A straightjacket they have on me,
This your fault old moon.
Can't believe what you've done-
Be seeing you real soon.
You don't care and you don't care,
Swear I have no air...
Cannot breathe, gonna heave,
the moon he's everywhere.
Laughing at you all,
He looks like a cartoon...
There he is behind that cloud,
Swear it is the moon!
Listen to me all,
Listen ! Listen !! Listen !!!
This the truth; I speak the truth,
Fact and this not fiction.
The moon has stalked me all my life
This like a steel cocoon,
Get me out of here...
I swear it was the moon !!!
This is a joke I swear it is,
In fact against the law.
You and me it's on I swear;
Moon and I to war.