Long Colgate Poems
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All human life on earth starts in a school!
In my case I was born just left of hell
It was a simple time but not that cool
This hell was time spent in a hot jail cell
I went and suffered on my own through it
Hell was about soul survival, not strange
Hell did have this one thing going for it
It was a time in my life of great change
Basic painful change is all I could see
I think it could be the fire burning part
In a way this was maybe good for me
We all hate to change and make a restart
Again, I think it’s the fire burning thing
But Phoenix had more surprises to bring
My small world became a much bigger space
This was the time I discovered schoolgirls
a Schoolgirl did not have a woman’s grace
but newly discovered power that twirls
Almost like a boy with a BB gun
Unfortunately I felt their focus
Maiming with no regard and just for fun
Resisting their girl power was hopeless
This dangerous girl behavior left boys,
hormone affected and with fearful scars
They did not realize feminine poise,
and their girly ways left boys seeing stars
Boys were toys and fun for a single day
They polarized boys closer or away
Schoolgirls had developed body buffet
I was drawn to this newfound girl candy,
in n moth-flame kind of a fateful way,
forced to band aid rip my eyes off Sandy
Speaking; walls of China to overcome
Yet I needed to open my Colgate,
but words got stuck in my boy bubble gum
With corporal punishment a pain fate,
we did not question we just noticed breasts
This obsession became a migration,
but teachers had this thing with passing tests
This interfered with my destination
Burning in girls flame game a man collected
They Phoenix-ed the man my wife selected
Julia Roberts - The Run Away Bride
Had a dog Fido - loved water slides
He lifted his leg
Yellow train - an egg
The bride disappeared hurt in her pride...
Fido's bright smile showed whites of Colgate
When Lady appeared sealing his Fate
Human wedding planned
On a doggies' land
Long Live bride's old Pop and his charge plate!
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Inspired by Carolyn Devonshire's limerick "Runaway Train"
An outdoor wedding, no sign of rain
The bride’s gown had a 10-foot train
Crossing the lawn to her bequeathed
Fido snatched the train in his teeth
And Pop watched eight grand go down the drain
She loved to go out
I loved to stay in.
She loved to live free
I wanted to see what game was playing.
Even With Colgate
We had different tastes.
She'd prefer Gel.
I'd prefer Paste.
She loved to take long drives
I worried about the gas.
She wanted to eat out
But I always passed.
She loves to laugh
I kept a scowl on my face.
She likes to savor things
I acted like life was a race.
She is optimistic
I always think the worst.
She is patient
I like to be first.
She loves affection
I didn't want to be touched.
She likes to make love
I just wanted to phuck.
She gave people trust
I kept them an arm's length from me.
She loves all people
Me I'm not so friendly.
She read The Bible
I read Urban Fiction.
She was attentive
While I never listened.
Life never got her down
Me I just worried.
She took her time
While I always hurried.
She loved to go to Vegas
I worried about the cost.
She wanted me to take the lead
I didn't want to be the boss.
She loves to go to church
I always stayed away.
She'd beg me to go
"I'm busy" I'd say.
She liked to go shopping
I didn't go, she went alone.
I'd rather be chilling
Right here at home.
She loved to hang out with her sisters
She loves her family.
I'm not close to my fam
So it didn't bother me.
She loves her family
She feels the need to protect them
I told her I couldn't stand them anyway
So I rejected them.
She wanted to hug
But I just sat in my blue recliner.
Now I'm looking for her
Now I can't find her.
I guess our differences
Were too great & wide.
I should've done more
I really should've tried.
Our differences made her leave
Man, this ain't no joke.
When you love someone
Make sure that you're Equally Yoked.
I wanted to hangout,
to be with the cool kids!
There standing together,
leaning against brick walls.
Holding their cigarettes,
rotating the filter between thumb and fore finger.
Putting Export A's up to their mouths for an extended drag.
The smoke seemed to surround them in a cloud of respect.
That was the time before their fingers had become yellowed,
before their teeth had lost that Colgate brightness.
They, in that moment were at the peak of their perfection,
oblivious that sometimes, tomorrow can be a cruel joke.
"What are you looking at?"
I looked down at my suddenly fascinating shoes,
watched my shoes move me in a different direction.
Their laughter stuck to me like a piece of discarded bubblegum.
So I kept walking, until I found a different self.
Determined, I carved out my own itsy bit of coolness.
A certain walk,
a bit of aloofness.
Not trying so hard to be liked.
Me the mysterious stranger,
dark clothes,
an aura of dangerous!
I tried it out for a while,
It somehow seemed to work.
"Lamoureux, you want a cigarette?"
"Na I ain't into that Sh_t!"
I walked away holding my head high,
"whatever dude.."
Somehow saying no added to my rep,
a certain kinda bizarre respect!
Army boots, metal cleats clicking as I sauntered away.
Then I went home
Changed back into familiar clothes,
dressed like myself head to toes.
Just a bit outside of normal I chose.
Said goodbye to my make believe, didn't need it anymore.
Just walked past it and slammed that door!
I had known cool for just a bit, it never truly did fit.
That dark bleeding persona wasn't me,
I needed my inner awkward to be let free,
but without being afraid of what others would see.
Friendly is how I was meant to be,
so I started climbing high up in my own tree
Fully myself, not some fake man of mystery.
Adios cool self, you're ancient History!
Smoke glaze of Crayola pink
salmons through foamy Colgate
spat from mouth
to porcelain sink in the washroom
nearest the bedroom overslept in this morning.
To look at it, spineless and slow,
amid hunkering swirl
gurgling down to wish on gators,
is to see the frail rivulet percolate
on New Hampshire’s white meadow late in December,
to see it bubble
beneath blood oaths of brothers,
solemnly sworn,
made null by the twist of an axis
wringing the color of life from
tattered red panties
tossed to the tumble of snow-soaked socks
circling like doves through soap and boiling water.
Ignominy hewed into comeuppance,
where yours truly aggrieved state
far worse fate
than becoming deceased, though
years gone by since meek kin
grievously afflicted soundly did berate
deplorable marital indiscretion
this mister (wordsmith) forced opaque
double life undetected
confession subsequently told mate,
she (nor eldest daughter)
riled, none to pleased, nonplussed
the latter (now living/working of late
San Francisco, California),
thus distance doth abate
plus elapsed time buffer zone
lessens lesson learned never to copulate
(best if done early at any rate)
still loathes (at least smolders)
apt appellation liaison found papa
caught with figurative pants down lil mandate
formerly loosed upon Venus to excavate
as no fallacy warm prickly didst deflate
no stranger as expletive ingrate
attests no more Casanova trait
deservedly called him regarding
extramarital tete a tete
apology made forgiveness accepted,
thou accept culpability I narrate
wife high infidelity transgression,
mine inferiority complex
sex seeded to emasculate
all throughout boyhood,
adolescence, young manhood,
veritable entire lifetime spate
whereby fourscore and seven years ago
minus seventeen orbitz hied dedicate
mastermind pursuit didst facilitate
matt's scott's getgo automatically
begat self worthlessness
dismal social withdrawal didst accentuate
courtesy threatening taunts,
name calling, bullying as master bait
helped discredit any shred and underrate
me yet, now vestigial self confidence
helps me to reevaluate
within calmer metaphorical seas
how to steer this wallowing,
lumbering, aging... frigate
plus a brief plug for Colgate,
nonetheless choppers rotted
legacy courtesy dental quandary...
subsequently oral crisis did abate
quick lemme abbreviate
courtesy periodontal disease
dentures fitted hence concludes
tracked train of thought I freight.
I light up another cigarette,
its smoke turns into puffs...
then they form small clouds':
a skeleton drawn in the gazette.
It's a disregard for this precious life,
consider myself worthless and grab a knife;
but surviving is the blessing I don't deserve,
because not having faith is a moralistic issue.
Absent is the mind absorbing its harmful content.
I whisper " They told me you only live once, then I might
as well disregard it and enjoy another peaceful moment. "
Even Paul was reminded all his life with this threat!
My teeth are getting yellow, not bright;
my breath stinks, folks avoid me.
I used Colgate, it doesn't help a bit,
a priest goes by and scolds me!
It's a disregard for precious life,
it's a misery not to have a wife;
not to kiss her and say good night,
I blame myself for this self-plight!
I spot a guy smoking and talking to himself,
should I forget that I once was that guy?
A sign says, " Help Me. " I stare at him and laugh,
" Buddy, quit smoking and don't turn up like me. "
7/22/21
People continuing to show hate
As if they themselves are so great
While the planet continues to rotate
Boy you need a lot more than Colgate
You thought it did, but it carried no weight
Don't make me, or I'll put you in yo place
The evidence will be difficult to locate
Only got 24 so I poured up some twenty fours
Ready for many more
It's been a deadly war
Pulled through with tremendous force
While I weathered any storms
The answers to such questions, is like seeking an endless source
People continuing to act fake
In good or bad shape
Dealing with another backache
Life will give and it shall take
Let's get the facts straight
Life moves at a fast pace
Don't end up in last place
In this giant rat race
Why have they
Continued to act that way
Been another bad day
Empty bottles and an ashtray
The same old pathway
Could just never keep it all at bay
It's been revolting
As life continues unfolding
After the whole thing
Not just a gold ring
Yet it always ends up being an ice cold drink
Empty or a full drink
Be bold or sink
Who am I kidding, I always got one, like it's a cool thing
What the f*** am I really doing?
Who am I truly fooling?
Why am I always smoking and boozing?
Winning and losing
At times it is or isn't amusing
As death is always looming
Underneath objects in the sky zooming
In space matter devoured by black holes that keep consuming
Regardless of if we once were schoolmates
It's all been a wild goose chase
People still being two faced
Calling others a fruitcake
Let me give ya'll a news break
I'm going to get much more than a few scrapes
While above and below sluice gates
Having a wallet and safe full of bills with a blue face
Still traveling through space
Got rid of the evidence, no need for a suitcase
Those that give and others who take
Coming in rough, obscure or smooth shapes
Close to estates that grew grapes
In order to make
Wine all the time, before it's all too late
Before it's all too late
What's getting accomplished if always you wait?
I'm going to continue to mutate
Getting it done before the due date
Otherwise it all would be a huge waste