Long Dandies Poems
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Frozen Dreams
Poverty
with a view
Wilderness
in the stew
Icebergs set
aflow
Desolation
row
Every day
a choice
Searching for
that voice
The one
to set me free
And melt
— this frozen dream
*****
This Day Forward
Giving up
on tomorrow
Rechristening
today
The blessings
before me
As presence
they lay
Regret is for
losers
Of which
I’ve been one
But from
this day forward
Today
zero – sum
*****
Door #3
We don’t write
to uncover
what’s right or what’s wrong
We write
to discover
— ourselves
*****
Bottom Line
Writer’s write
as dilettante’s talk
Writer’s write
and poseurs they squawk
Writer’s write
with dandies in tow
Writer’s write
— so others may know
(Dreamsleep: June, 2026)
Once there was a haughty queen
who decided to spend more time on
her own:
here, there, she flew everywhere
followed by a lovesick drone --
She said: "little man, you're not
in my plan...please find a poem
all your own!"
Himself, no good at gathering nectar...after
thought said, "The heck with her!"
Wasting no time, instead of wallowing
in self-pity, moved to the big city, wrote
a book on Hive Theory: how drones are
mere sex objects, sleepless, eyes bleary
With profits from his book, opened a bank
offering no penalty early liquidity -- finally, some
respect for drones, bee dandies feeling hopeless
and weary. Up till then having little other choice
but to serve the whims of Her majesty, often royally
finicky, they began investing their nest-eggs of sweets
for retirement in our protagonist's very successful,
totally liberating, high dividend paying -- novel
Savings And Drone.
I will be forever loyal to you my dear friend.
I like making memories with you and I have plenty to share.
Our little circle keeps on growing - it has no end!
I’m the best thing that ever happened; you could not compare.
I have nothing in my pocket but these old pennies and stuff.
Yet I can tell you my stories that will make you hodgepodge.
I will fight against your foes even if that depicts me being tough.
You are worthy to be called my friend; Thanks for the yummy stodge!
Even if our dandies are differently designed,
I shake things up between us and put magic – Alakazam!
And so people called me “One of a kind”…
I am the best friend you have ever known; sings the best jam.
I will give you the best friendship that no one could offer.
But do not underestimate my sincerity like no other.
WONDERS OF IX A (2019)
Millennium is a box of wonders which crave
To get knowledge, values, principle and love.
In my satchel I have eight wonders that drive
Me crazy, frenzied, rabid. But lo how I love
All of them. Composed, wise sane and active
Never fought like cat and dog, or out move.
The first gems Radhika and Ansh, my nerve
One very intelligent, diligent, other silent groove,
Charming, diligent, a helping hand, a sweet dove.
Second are Vidhi and Dhruv, who do their give
Best, oppose, are animadvert, but most all of
Love teachers. Third Pranjal and Mustafa brave
Charming, exasperating, lovely, do behave
Cooly, assist me in executing discipline, gave
Best of them, never rude or arrogant do they prove.
Fourth are Chahat and Vishnu, tacit, cute curve,
Taciturn, intermittently garrulous but catch nerve,
One a couch potato, other eats humble pie is brave.
Fifth wonders are Shikha and Shashank, positive
In my class, effusive, gabby, loquacious, talkative
But sweet natured children, take care of AC groove.
The next wonders are Milsi and Kanan, Gujju native,
Another prolix, chatty and gabby ones who grieve
With Dwij for class indiscipline; all sweethearts of
Sanket, caring, dormant, at times quarrelsome, at eve
Spend time contemplating on their studies. Above
All is Dweesha and Dwip, short tempered, proactive,
Loquacious, friend in enemy, reserved is ready give
Their 100 percent against me with conjurer's glove,
But close to my heart. The last but not least brave
Girl is Vidhi, a Jain, reputed, calm, cute, does have
Empathy for me and Krunal. A sweet girl, will leave
Never just, devoted, staunch behaviour, an octave
Of skills, trustworthy, allegiant, harmonious dove.
In a nutshell, all sixteen are big bucks, a brown clove.
All these eight wonders with Dev, Helik, Vasu move
Crumblesome elements out of my class - proactive.
Mithil, Harsh, Sarthak are above the salt persons. Five
More are wonders driving away my talent out of cave.
I thank again most reverent Kekul madam to pave
A voluble path of IX A with such obedient constructive
Students. Guidance of Sandeep and Sushil inductive;
I counted noses, am success with method inductive.
All dandies, make me a proud, ostentatious teacher alive.
(This is the image of a semi urban city of India)
The glow of a late Autumn Sunset,
Gleams over the dense city streets.
Rushing wheels and honking horns,
Halt awhile for the traffic signs.
Through the rows of rushing motors,
Men on bikes plough their way.
They squish and squeeze through every gap,
Caring a naught for the traffic rules.
With jarring siren, the Ambulance van,
Speeds past for emergency aid.
The patient inside, in writhing pain,
Lies stressed on every hurdle raced.
Ladies holding children in hands,
And people bent with growing age,
Remain planted at the zebra cross,
Waiting to move to the opposite side.
As the tired people back from work,
Hurry away to reach their homes,
The jovial band in easeful mood,
Treads towards the city parks.
Fortune tellers with their Tarot cards,
Hold their clients in great suspense,
The street hawkers on tiled pavements,
Squat beside their cheap merchandise.
Scores of men who tread on foot,
Grow to Hundreds in a short awhile,
These are folks right from the show,
The Block buster has drawn hoards of men.
When young Dandies in tawdry dress,
Dally round with their ladies love,
Street urchins in tattered clothes,
Go searching in the garbage pile.
While decrepit old beggars lie drowsy,
On the cement benches in wayside shelters,
The affluent Sahibs in plush restaurants,
Feast on their cocktail dinners.
The city thus with its motley crowd,
Paints life in contrast shades,
For Fortune, with her alluring charms,
Favours a few and leaves the rest.
Tee-hee, I'm here again, jus' meef
Wit' dimples shining, chub-chub cheeks
Yous gotsta see my two new teef
(Dough dey be dwibblin' lotsa leaks)
Me hasn't got no udders yet
But dese is purrfect side-by-side
Dey always shiny, white and wet
(And sometimes get my tungy tied)
My bib is stain, dey make me dwizzle
Fwum learnin' how to use 'em wight
And when I talk my essez wizzle
(Toof Fairy brung 'em late one night)
Fer sher can't wait to really use 'em
Cuz mama says dey shine my chin
How I gotsta bite and chew some
Grow more dandies for my gwin
Oh how I wuv dese bwight new tings
And mama wuvs 'em, I can tell
She always waffs and always sings
When I bite daddy ... make him yell!
~ 5th Place ~ in the "Baby Face What's You Thinkin' 2" Poetry Contest, James Edward Lee, Sr, Judge & Sponsor.
(I used photograph number three)