Long Cookie Poems
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A seasonal malaise plasters
stray tendrils of wayward thought.
Another dreary gray day hovers.
Vacant is the sky, as empty as the
surface of an unwritten page.
On days such as these the mind strays
through the attic’s dusty remnants.
Times freezes mid tick.
Stale…and salt less..simpering day,
humming to the background noise of distant stars.
Age has brought with it a leathery sensation,
as crusty, picked over bundles of brashness
failing to ignite the fires of laggard thought.
Severing the ties, the starched cotton strings
of apron which held the crumbs of motherhood,
hopefully, causes a rising of, if not a phoenix...
perhaps, a cardinal of a different Spring.
Juices from a dry well, well, perhaps not dry?
Crisp, precise, if unpunctual, cookie fortunes
flutter upward, on curled strips of sugar coated white.
Who is to say, who is to be, the center
the jam in the depressed hollow of my life?
Let the mind soar for a settlement of glee.
Let it roar for the loss of flexibility and
trumpet a coming of age so rare…
for it is not madness which hovers
in the grey of dawn, or the wet bleak day,
but, the elegant solace of silver strands
their tendrils spreading unhindered
cuddled among the cue, not vacant at all.
Waiting…waiting to breathe.
A happier couple, you could never see.
One blessed day, they would be three.
They'd enjoy a picnic in a park or beach,
Joe and his wife, Molly, a lovely peach.
I would say their lives were very much in check
'Til the day Joe became obsessed with tech.
"Where's our simple life?", Molly would sigh,
"Before electronic gadgets and AI?"
Soon, digital tools would run their life.
Molly was no longer a happy wife.
Joe spent all the money in the cookie jar
To put AI in his TV, watch and car.
Then, these two could never be alone,
Each accompanied by an intelligent phone.
Even their fridge had something to say
As it monitored their diets night and day.
All Joe's devices networked as a team -
To improve the couple's lives, their scheme.
They, of course, knew exactly what to do -
They had more brain power than these two.
This system started acting somewhat strange
As their lives, it would upgrade and change.
Even the navigator on Joe's new car,
Instead of home, drove to his favorite bar.
His phone called Molly to duly report
Joe was having fun with a blonde escort.
The refrigerator told Joe to discard
Conventional wisdom and eat more lard.
The thermostat set itself way up high -
In bed, Mollie would at a distance, lie,
While her phone whispered in her ear,
"You look so lovely tonight, my dear."
Did I say that Joe and Molly would be three?
Did I tell you if he bought a warranty?
What did they get for all the things Joe bought?
A new boy - a beeping baby robot!
I wander in a trackless desert
Eyes squinting, scanning the desert horizon
Parched land, and so does my heart seem
Oh where could I find an oasis to cool my feet
Desert storms blow, I close my eyes
Some shadow approaching me
What is it, my love gone by?
The wind whistles, nay it is a fortune teller
Her wrinkled face smiles, hands me a card
What is it? A camel print?
Says she, it is a symbol of love
You will have a second chance
I safely hide the card within the folds of my diary
15 years have since gone by, the print faded
I look at the man by my bedside
My fortune cookie, I inwardly smile
Lying still on the class room floor,
brown paper for a bottom sheet.
All the children were gathered round
and my outline was complete.
A cookie cutter girl was I
in bright black paten leather shoes;
with a gathered skirt, puffy blouse
of blue polka dotty hues.
Drawn silhouette, a paper doll,
not ashen as deaths cold harrow,
and I regret, my parents get
left Hiroshima's shadows.
Eight years gone the Rising Sun
was challenged in an earthy sky;
for bombs Little Boy and Fat Man fell
and two-hundred thousand people died
The Man of Steel, old Stalin
passed away in Russia this year;
the hot cold war was in full bloom
and our children hid in fear.
Beneath our desk tops we scrambled
as the shrill sirens shrieked away
the Committee of Five ruled Russia
and Khrushchev was on his way.
Dwight Ike was in the White House
as a veteran, he'd fought hard
the GI bill was now in affect
and bomb shelters filled our yards.
And little girls with ringlet curls
still made dollies on paper sheets;
while the doll shadows left by WWII
bombs blackened in Japan's streets.
*On August 6, 1945, the United States used a massive, atomic weapon against Hiroshima, Japan. This atomic bomb, the equivalent of 20,000 tons of TNT, flattened the city, killing tens of thousands of civilians. While Japan was still trying to comprehend this devastation three days later, the United States struck again, this time, on Nagasaki. Nagasaki was bombed on August 9, 1945 only three days after the bombing of Hiroshima. And we worry that other countries may develope atomic bombs???
The Deplorables
Because there was hilly billy running around all willy nilly. flipping and flopping his fishy filet, now he's sloppin the mopin today. Out walikin' n chillin', n stalkin road killin', for black pot fillin', the kettle's the villain. Can't quite get it right, fight though he might, his light not bight by a right sight. Yet never has he ever, on any endeavor, goten it together to weather the whatever. Whether he's hootin' n hollerin' or rockin' n rollin', he's stumbling n bumbling, "dem cookie be crumblin." A pathetic excuse this obtuse red recluse, this mighty white wighty n righty up tighty should never reproduce. These cringey, whingey, power stingy, fumblin', grumblin', crumblin', mumbling, creatures' main feature's are backwards preachers, thruth bleachers, no teachers, and NASCAR skreechers. Hee-haw, southern draw, drug withdrawal, slack jaw, Maw n Uncle Papaw. Trumpy dumpy little stumpy, frumpy clumpy always grumpy, no last straw. Vile and bile, world reviled, can't reconcile such a defiled lifestyles, and all the while, siege heil siege heil.
Declined
Laughing, only to hide the tears,
now gathering in the corners of my mouth,
drowning me…(I should be so lucky)
staring at a reflection in the protective glass,
not someone I recognize at this convenience store counter,
even if it is me
When facing a fool, as I often do,
I close my eyes as to not see the sorrowed face,
yet I know…I have been warned
“Don’t reach for what you cannot have…
No hands in the cookie jar,
it’ll spoil your appetite”
But I don’t listen, I hear, but…I am hungry,
she can’t mean me? Not me,
not the dancing clown that brings smiles
Watch me juggle, my heart, my love, my soul,
spotlights transition my lenses
and the stage goes dark
The minimum wage clerk is not amused,
wiping his nose with his hand,
then extending it as if requesting payment
But I have not purchased, I have only looked,
watched her walk to another, thumbing her nose in my direction
as if hitch hiking on her face
Still I reach for an empty wallet
filled with past due receipts and plastic poison,
fattening the faux leather Fossil with I.D. holder
Another swipe of the card, slowly as directed,
magnetic strip inward…
declined…what else is new
'Twas the night before Christmas, and ...
(THE REQUEST)
Reclining my hammock, very still
(Far too lax to persuade its swing)
I contemplate my Mai Tai's chill
And what I'll plead dear Santa bring ...
Hmmm ...
My hut, provisioned with all I need
Near enough, the white sand beach
A Tahitian wife - ravishing, indeed
An outdoor fridge within my reach ...
Big white towel, (perchance it rains)
iPhone charged and up-link fine
Fridge well-stocked to numb my pains
A seafood glut on which to dine ...
My greatest need, I have to say ...
A NUDGE ... to make my hammock sway!
(THE ADMISSION)
I must confess I've not been good
I did not send my cards this year
Declined to wassail, (like I should)
My rosy cheeks - quite tan, I fear
The palm tree never got its trim
Tahitian choir was short a Bass
My snowman efforts, pretty slim
And cookie baking, WAY off-pace
I have no place to hang a sock
Haven't wrapped a package yet
No burning need to watch a clock
Or rush the Tahitian sun to set
You see ...
When first I saw that sun, I felt ...
My state-side Christmas spirit ... melt!
(THE RATIONALE)
I know I've come up short this season
Not a perfect Christmas paradigm
And while I've not a decent reason
Perhaps he'll grant my wish this time
I try to trouble not, the breezes
Fill the ice cube trays when bare
Bless my wife whene'er she sneezes
Watch her tend the prickly pear ...
And while its meager stuff to most
A swinging hammock's bliss to me
So I don't wind up Tahitian toast
But rocking sweet, perspiration-free
So ...
While a nudge may seem a trivial thing ...
What Christmas joy ... a sway can bring!
~ 1st Place ~ in the "From Your Lips To Santa's Ears" Poetry Contest, Phillip Garcia, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 5th Place ~ in the "The Night Before" Poetry Contest, Joseph May, Judge & Sponsor.
Finding Happiness
When you wish upon a star
Wishes are supposed to come true
So many times I wished for happiness
Dreamed of just laughing and smiling
All for no reason
But my wishes were never answered
They just drifted off into space
Lost forever to infinity
Yet, I still had hope
After looking a lifetime
I did find a spark of hope
The secret I had been looking for
Living my life for
It was hidden in a secret place
Inside a box of chocolate chip cookies
Just one single cookie with a cold milk
Showed me complete happiness
Happiness I knew existed but could never find
All I needed to be forever happy
Would be the ninety-nine cents for a pack
But for now, I must wait
Because fate has cursed me all over again
I only have ninety-eight cents
Just my luck
Maybe after all of that I will wish upon a star
And maybe it will give me a penny
But, alas, I didn’t get that either
From start to finish
today my sister and I walked the woods.
We mimicked the wildlife and crossed the creek.
We told stories in the sunlight and shade
and peeped at the birds.
Thirty years ago
these same birds' ancestors ate from our hands.
Today we scattered seeds on the bare ground
and watched the bickering birds convening
with one track minds.
We walked back in time
and shared giggles at things we'd fought over -
like the biggest piece of pie and who sat
next to dad in the car, important things
like George Waldencott.
Tears flowed from our eyes
recalling a chipped tooth and broken arm,
burns from cigarettes we'd hid in these woods -
a few of the scars from fights for the rights,
rights of the other.
Our lunches eaten,
our lemonade thermos emptied too fast,
still hungry for mem'ries of days long past.
She sneaked a cookie from its hiding place
in her shirt pocket.
She took off running,
holding it high in the air, looking back
and yelling her dare, "Nana, nana, na - na!"
Racing t'wards home we climbed the garden wall
and split the cookie.
And at last she spoke
words I had ached to hear since their wedding -
"Thank you, Cissy, for letting me have George."
She went home with hubby and three children.
I went home, just me.
6/10/13
I use my thumbs to pry my dog’s mouth open
when he is chewing hard plastic or a pair of glasses
they are also used when I want to open or shut doors
pull a dresser knob, use a fork, knife or spoon
I cannot imagine how worthless my hands would be without them
They are imperative to grasp turn or twist anything.
Imagine opening pickles without thumbs or
putting a cookie sheet in the oven without them
They are the appendages we rely on the most
They seem to be more valuable than the rest of our hands.
Thumbs, you are amazing, I am so glad to have you!
More grateful than ever after thinking about your value today.