Long Cass Poems

Hungry for munchies, on his way to the lunchroom, 
a rambunctious, persnickety,“fuss-budget”, elderly
jittery, fidgety, geezer, named Cassidy…
whose questionable dexterity, aghast by a massive sneeze,
teeter-tottered precariously. 
at the edge of the thingamajig, ...jigging one way, jagging...

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'Camp Chippewa, ' its tennis and rifle range, X-Class sailing, 
And classic 'Old Town' canvas covered wooden canoes, 
Not the low-class aluminum canoes of a 'Camp Thunderbird.'
Cass Lake - garden of the Mississippi's hidden currents,...

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When I was growing up, my Dad
had some quaint old fashioned notions
of what a good girl should or shouldn’t do.
I didn’t want to make him sad
I tried so hard to please him.
But dear old Daddy...

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We all had homemade dresses for prom; well, nearly all of us.
This was back in 1970 while black and white Viet Nam War photos were on TV
Every night, we saw such sadness.
Prom was a reminder...

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Spring of 1971, happy laughter
Multi-colored flowers and happy faces
we drive painted vans our parents can afford
We pile in, meeting new friends, some potential lovers
Peppermint breath greet us in half beat valentine waves

Idealists abounded, we flash...

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Extra weight no longer a problem for shallow water, 
We bulked up for the next leg of our journey, 
Water containers, even some canned goods
An acceptable luxury in our seventeen foot canoe, 
A canvas topping...

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Jimi Hendrix-Played electric guitar with his teeth and left hand
Ripped through scales, held notes, used flames on stage on command

Janis Joplin- Rolling Stone—Her cover enthralling ”Me And Bobby Magee”
Mezzo-soprano vocals and an "electric" stage presence...

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Winter’s releasing us from its perpetually gray and gloomy grip.

Who can study in their room, on a beautiful spring afternoon?
Azaleas assail ya, with champagne petals of bubblegum fuchsias,
they blush in near neon reflection, with a...

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David slings a rock
Cop holsters a glock, Lizzie Borden packs an axe
Mac he packs the knife, Billy battles with a club, Tommy’s gun is a sub
Kelly’s got one too, Bazooka Joe Is Gum, Peter Gunn...

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Gemini met Cancer on a summer day
She quite frankly took his breath away
He thought things were done in male or pink
She showed him another way to think 

She gave him a wink and came right...

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Sixty-eight! What the heck. I look in the mirror and see another me.
I am twelve inside. Can’t anyone else see? 
My sense of humor is hilarious just like it always was.
I am young at heart;...

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Rapa Nui Warriors stand bright and tall and stark
Monolithic dynasties enshrined in all our hearts
But what if I told you, til death doth do us part
Santa's elves could fill the shelves, 
Yet you'd still leave...

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You know you are like a music beat in a silent night on the Shore,
 where Only the sound of the waves is heard. 
You are so amazing beautifully,
like the sunrise in the morning that...

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//Bang bang//
//nothing but the blood of your homie is going through your mind//
//That's fine nothing but the blood of Jesus is going through mine// 
//this is not just a line this is a design// 
//you...

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So yesterday I was at speech, and Cassidy says to me,

"Hey Keri, it's me Cassie.
Don't let that boy walk past me!
Go get his number or his
@ so we can get to snapping."

"'Why not yourself,' you...

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Bill Dyer

Here lies the crisp remains of Chef Bill Dyer
Tumbled head first into a deep fat fryer.

Carlos De Rava

The statue on this grave is of Carlos De Rava
Fell in taking pictures of fast flowing lava.


Alfred....

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“The New York Times” was this group’s original name.
Within two years, they were garnering fame.
Two women and three men sang in wonderful harmony
in clubs around Baltimore and Washington, DC.
Mama Cass Elliott was noted for their...

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there in plymouth, where the land kisses the ocean,
there is a sun, a sun that never sets, a sun called Cass.
a sun that shines on the free spirits of the Waterfronts,
in thousands of meetings between...

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bright blue sky with cotton ball clouds guides my road trip
Armed with tapes of folk songs from the seventies
I am uplifted by the scenery and Mama Cass.

Montana land is greening on all sides, proof of...

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From a flowing brook,
with soft blades of grass.
I see an unfamiliar mass.
I look deeper in the cass.
It appears to be my task.
To awaken this tiny past.
What is it that floats
up from the glass?
I  see...

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Uh-oh the upsy-downsy-queen is on a tear
Her flowered skirt is blowing in the northern air
Standing on an oak limb, on maniacal cousin’s dare
She forces a regal decree into a queen’s avid declare.

Is she on meds...

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When Jimi Hendrix died
I started sleeping on my side
I didn't want to drown in my own vomit

When Momma Cass passed 
chewing a ham and a cheese
I said "Dear Lord don't let
that happen to me"

I don't...

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The concert of my dreams would include Cher and Tina Turner.
Throw in Andy Williams, Perry Como and the Glen Miller Orchestra
Adam Lambert, Jessie Blaze Snider and Lady Gaga will be doing solos.
We will have Roger...

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When The Beach Boys or Cher comes on the radio
Watch out! Stay off the highway! Give me room!
For I turn into a sixteen-year-old invincible driver.
I push that petal so hard
Glaring at it
For it no longer...

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Your hairs are grey, 
and too are mines, 
with the same scent, 
they still remain divines, 

We had a life, 
a really great one, 
enjoyed together 
the rain and the  sun, 

we laughed a...

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