Long Cartoons Poems
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You've outgrown your PJs,
the ones I bought a year ago
that seemed so big at the time,
and now here they are -
inches above your wrists and ankles,
worn through at your elbows and knees.
I feel that familiar pang,
the one that plunders my chest
each time I pack up your clothes,
each time I pack up our memories
and say a hasty goodbye
to another version of you -
the one who wore these faded PJs
for family movie nights and bedtime stories,
through good dreams and bad,
on lazy weekend mornings full of cuddles and cartoons,
and on the days you were too sick to change,
sleeping beside me all day.
Now here they are, outgrown,
full of memories... yet empty.
I think about the things I hope you never outgrow.
The innocence that gives you faith.
The imagination that gives you possibility.
The empathy that makes you kind.
The curiosity that makes you wonder.
And though I'll desperately miss this version of you,
the little person you've outgrown,
I can't wait to meet the next one.
Do it without trying
Begin by swinging from chandeliers when home
Wear matching multicolored harlequin costumes
Equip yourselves with harmonicas and bazookas
Keep lubricants and trampolines near by for safety
Practice lunar landings in your room
Resume your activities in the great outdoors
Do sex in a car when speeding
Bring a partner or spare tire if desired
Avoid police if so inclined
Drive eighty miles an hour at all times
Watch out for sharp curves if they object
Narrow mountain roads are watching
Keep one eye on the road while inserting
Headlights and moon glow set the mood
Never use puppets when in an auto
Open highways are open to suggestion
Mating should only occur in flight
Eat oysters raw when in the air
Climb to greater heights by sneezing
Use Airplanes for best results
Jump from wing to wing
Wear a parachute and a pirates patch
Use only one to avoid catastrophes
Take lessons from cartoons
To find out who you are
Leave farm animals and zoo creatures alone
Plants and vegetables are out of the equation
Milking a cow is taboo too… Don't do it!
Wear rubber gloves if you must
Position yourselves to be lazy
In opposite directions as instructed
Never have sex face to face
Back to back is better
Jump on the bed for comfort
Apparatuses are optional for you and amateurs
Avoid them at all cost
They cost too much
Watch out for babies! (They snore)
Never run them over of course
It's against the law
And down right crazy
Such activity could lead to divorce
Pregnancy can be fun
Instructions are on the dashboard
But first you must buy or rent a car
Before you floor it
-Final Notice-
(*Don't use balloons as prophylactics)
(Too many colors can cause distractions)
I have pictures on top of pictures on top of pictures on my bulletin board.
They are from children, and they never get taken down, they get stapled over.
It is a haphazard, happy pattern, and I plan to never change it as it is unique
And it makes me smile. I look up and remember who came and why, or maybe
Not why, but who, and maybe not even who, but they all have feelings attached to them.
Some are brilliantly happy, others are cartoons of me, or cartoons of them or drawings of
Monsters, unicorns, cars, dogs, flowers, stars, trophies, fish, or other wonderful things.
The point is, they come into the counselor’s office all mad or sad, and with a little bit of
Listening, and a lot of re-directing, they leave here a bit happier, a teensy bit more optimistic,
And many of them in gratitude give me their drawing saying “it is for you” with a flourish.
Some do not remember my name, but this is fine with me.
The important point is, they almost all remember being in here.
They remind me of other times they have been in here,
Times they have had lunches with me.
They remember things I said, things they said, and
Things others have said.
Their memories are forever,
So I am careful.
Not to open my
Mouth unless
I have something
Nice to say.
Feeling so immensely grateful that I am
The school counselor, not the school principal.
My health is back; I am almost normal
I had been in the bowels of depression
after eight weeks of shingles that took me out and shook me
I saw my friends yesterday, for the first time
Seeing them is a great way to generate poem ideas
Their stories are always funny and spicy.
My grandchildren came over last week.
They were so glad to see me alive and healthy
After a hiatus that seemed to last ten years!
I am drawing cartoons, and painting in my studio.
It waited for me, happily, ready to give me joy
Whenever I was ready.
I picked up a dictionary yesterday and began
Looking for new words. I have a word list all over a page.
They are ready when I am ready.
In the meantime I am back in my studio drawing
Faeries, witches, cats, dragons, and pirate ships.
My health is so great, I dare you to make me walk that plank.
I dare you to try and get my goat.
I dare you to irritate me. My health is back!
I am enthusiastically me again. Splash.
here we are
in bed sick together
all feeling bad because i gave this bug to you with no flyswatter
we both call in....thanking God it's Friday
we cough....we hack....we sneeze....we watch old cartoons
inevitably, we remember that there is a world and a monday and we get up and take medicines, fix soup, and pour vitamin c beverages
i wish we had some brandy
you wish we had some tequila
tomorrow the ceiling would have been a funktified trampoline
yet we suffer and have fun making ourselves cough violently due to loud laughter
the crazy thing is....it took both of us to get sick to realize that we have not been here since hearing our respective 'your hired's
you grab my hand and i intertwine mine in yours in unison
we shake our heads and reach to give each other an tissue with aloe and vitamin e
we blow our nose in the name of love, and the feeling is so wonderful
time is standing still like she is being kind to and sympathetic towards us
we take advantage by pulling out some board game that we have not played in ages
as usual, you win numerous times to my one
from there we do things around the place that dust has made a permanent home out of eons ago
sneezing like mad in the name of reconnection, we find each other and love again....and the reasons why....
In afternoons I would escape
With cartoons like the Grape Ape
Lounging with my teddy bear
Snacks and goodies we would share
My warm P.J's soft to touch
How I miss those days so much
No worries, concerns, or cares
Laughing till I started tears
From the antics on T.V.
That entertained teddy and me
Bugs, Tweety, Sylvester too
Kept me tranced the whole day through
Porky Pig, Yogi, and Boo Boo
Watching them I grew and grew
Pixie and Dixie-- Chip and Dale
Every weekend without fail
How I miss my younger days
And all of the innocent ways
I had fun and didn't worry
Now each day I'm in a hurry
To keep up with life each minute
And all the craziness in it
education is more challenging now than it was twenty-five years ago
Many young teachers are running from the profession
They optimistially thought that children would listen and learn
Many want to learn, but they cannot hear over constant classroom chatter
a plethera of provocative persistant children today know their rights,
Think they are on the same level of the teacher or a notch above
Their parents do not take them anywhere that requires silence
They are used to constant noise - botta bing, botta bing, botta bing
The only time some students listen is when teachers play a cartoon video.
Many are playing a lot of cartoons now, a reward for completing a lesson.
Today's teachers are not as entertaining as tablets or cell phones.
Education is more challenging and schools serve three meals a day.
Because parents are busy with electronics, feeding children is boring.
I was forced to wear a limiting mitten on my left hand
for a year when I was six, so I would be forced to be right handed.
So I knew at that age that something was wrong with me.
I was the least favorite child in my home, which validated this thought.
I cheered for the Indians, not the cowboys. My parents said things like
“Where did we go wrong?” and “What is wrong with that kid?”
I drew cartoons all the time, and got into trouble in every single class.
I did not want to have anything to do with math, so refused to learn it.
My conferences were not the best. I had a bad attitude.
Weird since I was never disrespectful.
I did smirk at the teachers when I caught them at a mistake.
Did not correct them, just smirked. It drove them crazy.
I did not learn that I was okay until I became a mother and did not
whip my children into submission. I did not call them names.
I did not hit them at all. I realized then I was okay.
Little ones calling me Mommy increased my confidence.
I began dressing, living and doing what I wanted to do.
Not pleasing anyone in my family of origin.
And I did not issue any apologies.
I began to write, paint, and cartoon.
I finally figured out the only opinion that mattered about me was mine.
How lucky was I
To be young at a time
With no cellphones or Snap Chat
Just a kitchen landline
Coccooned in my own world
Safe from IG
No clickbait or comments
Just my 3 speed and me
I'd ride thru the backwoods
My location unknown
No airtags or status
Hiding from home
Didn't care about followers
About DMs or chats
Had my skates and my paper route
My green visor hat
I do miss those days
Unaccounted and free
Cartoons ,Luke and Laura
On an antenna TV
I was so hard to get to
and unable to find
Just a weak chance of reaching
On a kitchen landline
She peruses the paper each morning, and the cartoons for laughs
Then she reads letters from the public
Most of these letters are responded to by her staff
She is briefed daily on matters of policy and politics
She meets privately with the prominent and those of fame
And gives out awards and medals
She is from a tradition of times medieval
If she knights you, Sir, precedes your name
When meeting her, women curtsy
While gentlemen bow to Her Majesty
She has reigned with grace
And is loved by people from many places
The daughter of King George VI and Queen Elizabeth
Her accession to the throne was in 1952
After her father's death
In 1953 she became Queen Elizabeth Ii