Long Disney Poems
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Neon’s radioactive glow in a window,
offers the cheap promise of pleasure.
Like a hypnotic, fluorescent serpent,
It flashes, blinks and winks - “Welcome”
It fairly slithers on rain-slicked boulevards,
it warms like moonlight on cold unfriendly nights,
It signals cool, ready fun in the summertime.
We dress our vices in silky, pastel colors,
gamblers choices of Disney flavored whiskies.
It’s the soft, velvet glove that hides brass knuckles,
oh, you’ll feel those bruises in the morning.
The world’s a dark alleyway with an electric blush,
whose color flatters the lonely, desperate,
and makes sin look like something you could fall for.
Neon is perfume for the optical senses.
In that light, everything seems possible.
Isn’t that girl smiling at you? You see,
beauty is easier to trust than the truth.
Neon imperviously reflects off regrets,
and glitters brightest on broken dreams.
Of course daylight is harsh, but honest.
Didn’t we come in here to escape it?
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Songs for this:
The Ballad of Mac the Knife by Sting & Dominic Muldowney
Any Old Thing by Swing Republic
What is a mermaid?
What is a mermaid? It’s me. I have brown eyes, brown hair, brown skin, and a green mertail similar to the Disney animated Ariel, The Little Mermaid. A mermaid is Wonder; her world is a tropic paradise—and that’s whether you’re awake or asleep, whether you believe or don’t, whether myth or legend. Merworsl suffer because they are personified. Mermen dominate the merworld of mermaids to mergils. There are no bounds here, everything is fight of the fittest, kill or be killed—or mermaned! Poseidon looks. Eh, that is his query? King Triton’s my father? Oh, my dear, what of that? I take flight is Paine’s warrier garment grid pretending, dreaming, imagining things as the famed YRP of Final Fantasy X-2 as I venture on-land with my dreams inside my room. Bored, huh? This is my world…A world I created with the art of Imaginary Science I’ve invented. All it is is dreaming and imagining things along with those voices I hear from my schizophrenia—A schizophrenic gift from Mary Magdekene from the Bible. Ah…life…
Absolutely loved old Mickey Mouse
My all-time favourite character
No matter what my age is chronologically
Can't wait to crank up the projector
As he carouses round the celluloid screen
Fills my heart with great happiness
His squeaky voice rings out loud and clear
Always creating such rowdiness
Remember the Wonderful World of Disney
One in four was from Fantasyland
Of course, I enjoyed the other three weeks
But adored Mickey and his band
Life was filled with joy back then
Hoped we'd stay kids forever
Thoughts of getting old sometime in the future
Occurred to us almost never
Mickey and his band kept us chuckling all day
No worries, the world was in rhyme
Never concerned what the future had in store
Only fun till beddy-byes time
© Jack Ellison 2014
Science cannot explain happenings
Understanding is shot, blind assimilation is the only way
Possibilities only entangle with beliefs
Events bringing lucks possibly in both directions
Rare is its marriage with truth
Society adopts, such stories adhere to the mind
Taking with it some level of seriousness
In addition to making a few childhood scare.
Tries to connect the disjointed links
Irrespective of the distance in deviation, but
Over the years, the mind gets deeper
No worries at all! It’s just the Disney aspect of our lives
(a flash fiction piece)
My brother (Brice) left university, 6 months ago, like millions of other students, to shelter from COVID. After years away Mr. Annoying was back in MY world, bickeringly close and way too frequently in my business - like some half-assed adult (he just turned 22).
As school planning recently started though, I awoke one night, unnerved at the thought that he might be leaving. It was a shocking awakening to how much I need him, draw strength from him and shelter in his lee. The heart-wrenching realization of how much I would miss him was breathtaking, like that Disney ride where they suddenly drop you seven stories. I bit off half my fingernails before I finally fell asleep. =/
In the clear light of morning, it's obvious that he’ll leave again at some point and I'm dreading it now that it's flagged my awareness - and I face him with a whole new, creepy appreciation.
Yesterday afternoon...
Brice is on the sectional, with a bowl of pretzels, watching some BORING documentary.
I sneak up behind him and take his drink off the side table.
I plop down next to him - very close, I squeeze next to him, hard, like there’s no other room on the huge sectional. He gives me the side eye.
Me: “What??”
After a few minutes he reaches for his drink to find it missing - he looks around, then at me.
Me: With a mouth full of pretzels, “What??”
He gets up to find his drink (which I put in the kitchen) and that takes about 20 seconds.
While he’s gone, I change the channel to “Miraculous Ladybug”, my favorite cartoon.
When he comes back we wrestle for the remote - it takes him a couple of minutes but he’s too strong and as he begins winning, I yelled, “MOM, Brice is hurting me!” (which was cruelly ignored).
He finally gets the remote and back to his show - I straighten my hair, out of breath, and wonder how long it will take him to realize the pretzels are missing.
Beginnings Excite but Are Difficult,
Getting Out of Bed to the Alarm,
Deciding What Needs Doing is Occult,
Showing Up at the Office Can Harm,
The Urge to Exclaim "Halt!",
School Often Makes One a Worm,
Lines Blank on Paper May Scald,
1st Words are Awkward & Squirm,
Like Feet Preceding a Swim, Cold!
But Take the Plunge, Abandon, Be Firm,
"Dive In!, Carpe Diem!" Your Story be Told,
Yet Giving Birth May Affirm,
If Done Right Never Gets Old,
A "Nes", The Newborn Solution Confirm,
Imagine! Curious & Daring as Disney Walt,
Cleaning Up After the Party, Post Partum,
Even Eating Begins in the Kitchen Called,
"Legwork" as it's Needed to Enjoy the Hum,
It's Easy to Overlook Our DNA Spiraled,
Roots, Such as My Loved Little Woman,
If I Can't Anew Fresh Starts in Life Bundled,
The Men in White Coats Will Hunt Me Down!
It feels like a weight has been taken off my back and chest.
My neck has stopped hurting; I am no longer tied to my computer.
I thank my people profusely for the opportunity to keep working,
But retire effective immediately for wasting time is a sin now.
I pick up my ten grandchildren and we take a Disney cruise
Without their parents and their rules, and their rolling eyes
And their absolute, type A, “I want my own way” ways.
We get up early, and stay up late, swimming in the pools.
We gorge ourselves with the sweetest foods, and maybe have steak.
We read books, take naps, play our computer games, and travel to Greece.
Greece is glad to see us. We go from there to Rome.
Some grandchildren are Catholics, so we wait for them to see the Pope.
We do not come home from the trip until we have toured castles in Germany.
Taste some homemade chocolates from Belgium and see Russia’s palaces.
This is a year-long trip; no parents are invited. They can weep with their pets.
Grandma is in charge, and we are having the time of our lives!
TRANSFORMATION
Am I really a mouse, surely it can’t be
Yesterday, I was a mountain of a man
Yet now, scrambling from these sheets
In the morning light, I look down to see
That I have short white fur all over me
But although so fast, my heart still beats
Twitching whiskers were never the plan
And two big pink ears, can this be Disney
What could have happened since last night
A big transformation, not of my choosing
Well, small actually, as I am a tiny mouse
It will be a different existence from today
Maybe find a crevice or hole to hide away
I’ll have to run now and explore this house
Is this what my mind feels like when losing
Perhaps I’ll meet others with similar plight
I never liked cheese, but it’s different now
Avoiding those sprung traps I used to place
Gone are expectations of joining the team
I will lose it if someone should call me cute
And no more struggling to get into that suit
Or going to the gym and blowing off steam
Scurrying around is a different kind of race
I’ll try to adapt quickly, but don’t know how
Oh! What a wonderful world of fantasy fiction.
Especially "the wonderful world Disney. What
A very special remarkable place to be. "It is
Truly the happiest place on earth."
What a pleasant day to spend the daytime,
noontime and nighttime!
Day dreams could become the most remarkable
Things more precious than sparkling diamonds
Of Stars in the midnight sky.
They could be more valuable than either
Silver or King Midas' gold. He could
Relate to "Gold Finger, he's the man
with the King Midas' touch. His heart
Was cold, he loved only gold. His
Heart was cold, he loved only gold.
They could pleasant day dreams of
Fluffy white clouds manifesting themselves
Into vanilla ice cream cone with chocolate
Chips and drizzles of chocolate on
Gram cracker cones. With a awesome
Way to spend a summer's day.
They could manifest themselves
Into nightmares which could
Challenge Rod's sterling "Twilight
Zone or the world of Stephan King!
Alfred Hitchcock could terrify
You every time your telephone
Ringed and you hear his quiet
And British voice saying "Good
Evening."
Those are some of the programs I
Watched during the bygone and
Loss of my tender years. I
Did not appreciate either
My day or night mares.
The are all victims of over active
Horrible imaginations. Which
Unleashed a plague upon the
Nations of the world.
Other creative writers also are
Blessed with over active
Imaginations. And they create
The wonderful and magical
World existing only in the
Realm of fantasy fiction!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 10, 2020
Straight out of prison
Wondering what I've been missing
Right out of the gates I stuck out my thumb
A van load of hippies
All from Mississippi
Stoped and asked, hey dude...what's going on
I'm here for adventure
Well hop in then Mister
Adventure is what we're all about
Now where we're all going
There's no way of knowing
A van of hippies and parolee freshly let out
We ended up in Disney
Me and all of the hippies
Where we had caboodles of fun
We met Mickey and he saw it
When I lifted his wallet
Now we're in the Magic Kingdom all on the run
We split in different directions
To throw off detection
It's A Small World is where I made my mistake
With that song stuck in my head
It's a fate worse than death
Prison now sounds like a wonderful place
We rendezvoused in
The Pirate's Of The Caribbean
Where soon after, in came the law
We all jumped from our boats
Splashing around in the moat
And had ourselves a good old fashioned pirate brawl
We soon made our escape
Out of exit door 88
Finding ourselves in Frontier Land at night
Where in the middle of the street
Were Mickey, Donald, and Goofy
All with guns strapped to their sides
We ran into a shop
And bought guns on the spot
All with Mickey's money...he's a mouse of a man
Mickey squeeks we're going to ruff you up
As Goofy holds up the cuffs
And Donald says something we can't understand
We had a shoot out
With cap guns no doubt
After all Disney runs a safe place
Ran out of caps in our guns
Which stopped our lives on the run
The wrath of Mickey we all now would face
After justice's hammer
I'm now back in the slammer
This time I made my own prison bed
Now I cry every day
What more can I say
With It's A Small World still stuck in my head