Long Dewey Poems

Zenith University   

I am a proud graduate  
of Zenith University,  
where the quality stays on  
until the little dot  
shrinks and goes away.  

I attended that fine institution  
with Tom and Jerry,  
Heckl, Jeckl, Mickey, Minnie,  
Da?y, Donald, Daisy,  
Huey, Dewey, Louie,  
Speedy, Wile E., Gumby, Pokey,  
Yogi, Boo Boo, Dino, Chucko,  
Hobo Kelley, Lassie, Bozo,  
Betty, Barney, Bam Bam Rubble, 
Wilma, Pebbles, Fred,  
Casper, Felix, Sheri? John,  
Gentle Ben, and Mr. Ed.     

Astro, Elroy,  
Judy, George, and Jane--  
Eddie Haskell, Wally Cleaver,  
Mom and Dad and Little Beaver.    

Favorite Martian--Flying Nun,  
James Arness--smoking gun, 
Spanky and Alfalfa,  
Larry, Moe, and Curly.

Tests consisted   
of posted patterns.
To see those,  
you had to get up early  
like Jack LaLanne and Buns of Steel, 
Captain Kangaroo.  

Mid-morning classes included  
Monte Hall (quite a deal), 
Bob the Barker (not the builder). 

Allen Ludden passed the words, ...

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The Camp Cooky’s singin again outa tune,
  about turnin 60 today around noon

"What good is there in it?" I hear him say,
  and it got me to thinkin . . . seein it...

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Urges ushered Est’bel out of her abode –
a cottage cobbled together from cobwebs and clapboard – 
and she scuttled forth,
her nesty hair tousled
by a leaf-laced breeze

In her bony hands she clutched
dregs of a nightmeg broth
in...

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HOW

“THREE DOLLAR DEWEYS”

GOT ITS’ NAME
(redux)


We’ve been watching you reading our sign,
know what your thinking, what an unusual line.

Come on in, you’ll have a wonderful time.
Tell you a story and won’t take your last dime.

Legend has...

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Divine angelic embodiment...
amazingly graced yours truly -

And the missus earlier today
December thirtieth two thousand nineteen
ah... charming angelic gal heaven sent
voluntarily drove us from CJ's
(2009 Hyundai Sonata needs alternator)
1405 S Township Line Road,

Royersford, PA 19468
to 2...

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I sing a song of three.
There’s Larry, Curly, Moe;
the Ego and the Id
and the Super Ego.

Three Kings of the Orient
are known as three wise men.
Showing up at Christmas too
in song are three French hens.

Rock, paper,...

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My name is Tom and I'm the cat here on Manor Farm 
Let me introduce you  to the gang .
I rule the roost as you will see and ginger the chicken she agrees. 
The...

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Here's a little trip
  down Presidential elections'
    Memory Lane
where the slogans of yesteryear
  may seem rather inane

Give 'em Hell, Harry, but Dewey or don't we    (1948 Truman...

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Dewey decimals assemble 
our common presence. 
Your horticulture hands hide 
that landscaping manual's lengthy title, 
but this is my isle 
and I've held that identical gardening guide 
like a potted plant.

Your sensuous musk spirals through...

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A satire by Elton Camp

“To find what type of job you are best fitted to and then to secure an opportunity to pursue it, is the key to happiness.”  -- John Dewey

For me, it’s...

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Joseph Louie McMar
No one ever called him that
Except his dear sweet momma
She wrote it on his hat

Kinfolk called him Joe Louie
They never touched his hat
They never talked about his teeth
They knew better than that

His sisters...

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Nevaquaya, tall, fair and dewey-eyed, was he
A brave warrior but with an artist like heart, 
The whole village listened when he played his flute
That he made from the hollow reeds.
The warriors gathered around, women came...

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(none fiction)

A young boy trying to live his life
Instead dealing with freaks trying to ruin his life
they purposely would provoke him to use behavior against him.
for the freaks assume they deserve a better life than...

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An Ideal Job Is Easily Found

By Elton Camp

“To find what type of job you are best fitted to and then to secure an opportunity to pursue it, is the key to happiness.”  -- John...

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This is really an extraordinary place
Where displays are filled with magnificent vases
Sitting on beautiful french laces.
There are computers, movies, and books galore.
It's a place
Where children can explore.
They'll see mobiles hanging on the solar system
Which could...

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Pearley Kirkland

1901-1914

Riding double one day 

In musty Sycamore Canyon

With Dewey Hicks on “Belle,”

His old cranky mare,

We watched the stubborn ascension

Of the sultry sun,

Through the cloak of sycamores and willows there,

And transmitted from his mouth

To my...

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Anna Pearl Longman

1900-1916

Dewey Hicks truly loved me.

Loved me as Mark loved Cleo,

Loved me as Pyramus loved Thisbe.

We took many a determined stroll,

With hands entangled delightedly,

Down the cool expectant streets,

Of this quiet Quaker town,

Across the strident...

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The days pass in a haze of ignorance 
Even your closest friend may leave to follow sheep
I could spend years trying to give this topic proper cited coordinates. 
But does the new generation know the...

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Yesterday's Nonsense

I don't like animal crackers Dewey,
I'd rather have eggs and Ham.
I've never liked animal crackers Dewey,
You know what a fiend I am.

Fix me a sandwich Dewey,
With an intellectual swing
Give me a soda Dewey,
Make me...

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Now You See It and Now You Don't

There can be certain things about Hillary
She always seems to have great ability
Spirits to highly continually be uplifted
And by God we are sure she is gifted.

Knows and understands...

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There are those who improvise within a structure, 
with four beats to the bar like down home blues, 
melodies and harmonies which stay within the fold, 
embellishing the tune how e'er they choose. 

Then there...

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Dewey Hicks

1900-1918

It burns, burns still.

This sweating insidious fever.

This slippery revolting slide

Down down down into the hole here!

I’m on fire mom! More ice!

Strawberries, sweet strawberries!

Please, please something sweet, something

Something cold, some ice 

Yes, ice for my...

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The night has bobbed away….the stereo blasting
Through the moon roof as the highway markers
Roared by….the night has bobbed away….like
Sinatra’s undercover meetings with the makers
….nobody heard us running as far and as fast
As we could, following...

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There comes a bloodless slaughter
There comes a day turned into night
As they toil with their dreams, their fodder
As they face an immortal might

Watercolors awash with orange, yellow and red bleeding
Seeping and dropping little rainbow jewels
On...

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“Kiss Me”

Purple is the color of 
My true love’s hair
She tied it in a knot             
And bound it with a yellow bow.
Said kiss...

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