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What I really wanted to do was
Have a little fluffy buzz
All the flashing lights
Were ever so bright
In the evening night
The carpet ever so red
Does it know how much I am in debt?
Hopefully this roll will work
There will be food on my fork
Trying to make it here
Wondering how many guys are watching with a six pack of beer
But I will be a star
Not at some local rural bar
Instead on the wooden screen
Where everyone will pay attention to my fearful scream
You see I am in the first scene
This is my modeling dream
To get knocked off
While making out in the barn loft
Reading scripture
In a moving picture
Scheduled for a limited run
At midnight everyone will have fun
Only a few minutes my character will be done
Venturing outside the big city
Acting enthusiastic and witty
Then tomorrow I will head to another gig
Pitching household goods or the Christmas pig
Getting away with my good looks
While reading way too many books
Wondering if I should study how to cook
Then I can appear talking in the morning
Career now is really soaring
Offers start coming in
Celebrity status accompanied with a shot of gin
Reclining back in my director’s seat
Reflecting about the time when I was innocent and sweet
Those were precious memories indeed
Since that was when they planted my bad seed
Recalling Laughing Reading Learning Teaching myself
the flicker of into night with all of the to cook and how to wear
fireflies my sisters Nancy Drew books loving to eat makeup
Rainbows over Pizza Troll dolls Ping pong in Boyfriends and
Iowan Saturdays Hoppity-Hop study hall and drive-in movie
corn fields Popcorn Sundays and my bike Swing Choir kisses
Lying in grass Grandma's house The movie house Sleepovers' Dancing to
seeing at the end of with its starred chit chat live music at
shapes in clouds the lane ceiling and girlie games twilight
Hot days Lilac bushes Gaily Herman's Hermits Writing
cooling off and the big spinning on Bread and short stories -
at Weed Park Pool ballfield carnival rides 3-Dog Night dreaming awake
Snowy winters The tangled woods Endlessly Clothes bought with All the
raspberry behind our swinging babysitting wonderful things
summers first house up to the sky money of my youth
Oct. 17, 2018 for the Charlieku 4-3-2 Poetry Contest of charles messina
Words like choir, etc. checked by HowManySyllables.com
Let's Hear It
Growing up a teen in the 60s
A Baby boomer baby I'm known
High school was like stepping into another world
Of fun sports to join, watch, and stir
Class spirit Homecoming football games
Proms with the big white mums glittering on chiffon dresses
Basketball, volleyball, track, and cheerleading
With pompoms in my hands, loud cheers, and chants
Summer swimming, surfing, and lying out on the beach
Getting that golden amber tan was always fun
Miniskirts, tight sweaters, scarfs, and boots
Sock hops parties, and vinyl records,
Bowling, and parking at the drive in theater
College turned things around
I looked at life different
Studying and working to fund my hobbies
My passion became my job a business that I dearly love
2/5/2016
Inside the coffee shop
At the counter a beat cop
Being a routine buyer
Late night special that soon will expire
Keeping tabs
On those driving cabs
Is the dispatcher
Finding a matcher
Make the right run
Passenger pick up done
Sitting in a booth
Paying bills keeping a home and roof
In another corner
Fiddling with a recorder
A reporter
Writing a story
Saying ‘not to worry’
Then there is a teen
Releasing poetic anger using words that scream
Garage rock n roller
Scribbling lyrics on a school folder
Explaining what he told her
Goal right now collecting green
Will do anything for the team
As the waitress comes bye
Visiting each guy
Pouring a drink
Leaving them alone to think
In a place
Where a dessert brings a smile pleasing one’s face
Discuss issues and build a case
Over a blue plate
Actually tasting great
After paying bill
Enjoying the fill
They all leave
Working for a fee
To a degree
Sitting back down
In the diner town
Server watches another group
Come in enjoying an all night loop
A teacher
Preacher
And a creature
Working concession at the drive in double feature
Wearing a costume
Entertaining under the moon
All here
Bringing some cheer
Simply put there is nothing to fear
In a rural state of mind
Where everyone has the time
Go to the sea if you feel slight
On a blue draped dreamy night
When the sliver disc of the sky
Dances with the sea on the sly
Riding silent waves rising high
Reach the moon you would try
Cut slice of still sea on its side
Like the birthday cake liquefied
Drink to celebrate time you got
Someone for you has brought.
The sea would enter you serene
With a piece of moon's silver sheen
That sparkles broken on the wave
A dear birthday gift you can have
And save in your heart’s recess
The waves would drive in pulses
Blue blood in cascading arteries
And transmit harmonic melodies
To the heart that would beat in glee
With the rhythm of the dancing sea
You would invent an abode to reside
Hear songs someone singing inside
For you would be lifted above
The rolling waves silent in love.
Written : August 26, 2017
March 29, 2020
Contest : Strand Choice T, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Another sleepless night, I cruise and am lost.
A midnight drive, the perfect cost.
Intoxicated by the most beautiful soul.
She invades my dreams, makes them whole.
She is the sunshine, to my cherry tree.
Nourishing love, passion fruit to be.
The river connecting the ocean, to the endless sea.
Her voice reminds me of angels, a romantic dream.
Her eyes more precious than shooting stars,
A beauty that can see through souls.
The Goddess of love, Venus; a heart of gold.
Now I drive in the moonlight, while the world sleeps.
Thinking of ways to always keep;
Your love & your smile; for who needs sleep to dream?
When you exist to me.
N.P
Packed my 92-year-old dad
Into the old Lansing-made black Cadillac
To see the Detroit Symphony play at Wharton
We’re dressed up at the red light of Waverly and Saginaw
This vital busy corridor
Once home to Schmidt’s Estes Furniture Leonard’s Appliances
A golf course with sledding hill
Sully’s Drive-In
Now this crossroad is a Plasma Center a closed Rite Aid and a fortressed Walgreens
Along with the many amateur drug dealers
Meth heads wandering with their hook hands out on corners
Holding cardboard signs Anything Will Help
Hair wild like bamboo shoots
Golf course long ago abandoned the hill fenced off
An automated carwash over Hole 13
Next to us rumbles a pickup truck
Two huge flags stuck up in the wind from the rack in back
One
A faded dirty American flag
The other
Blue and black FxxK Biden
Two fat hillbillies laugh it up in the cab
Blow their horn
Children from nearby cars learn how to read
Shame
This is the capital city of Michigan
Wharton is jammed with suits and gowns
White-tapped graduation caps
The theater a carpet canyon of chatter
Next to the baton-poking Maestro from Italy
Stands a blond violin soloist with a sassy haircut
Red dress and red lips
A fire roaring to the center of those seated companions
Stringing and preening around her
She dips and weaves her wild bow under her chin
For 35 minutes of solo flame-throwing
At the end as we stand and bravo
I look over to my dad
He is weeping
“Are you ok Dad?”
“It’s just so magnificent what humans can do
And this will probably be my last symphony
And I was able to spend it with you.”
My mouth curls
I wonder whether this might be the last symphony
For any of us.
There was a panther roar
On an icy Canadian floor
Off in the distance
Images filled with persistence
Somewhere south marlins swim and dolphins dance
Aquarium stage is where they get the chance
While heat experience Orlando’s indoors
Loving the magic galore
Once Miami was not a sporting town
Sunshine greeted northerners having a wintry frown
Hotels on the beach
Causeway drive in reach
Cruise ships leaving port
Caribbean mystery destination wearing touristy shorts
Architectural artistry is the first rest
A town called Key West
Waiting to impress
America’s southernmost point
Ghostly Cuban cigars aroma in some joints
Even if a passenger goes
Only to the author’s self-destruction Sloppy Joes
It is time well spent on shore
Reminder last century who was running the country’s store
Off to the saintly islands
Scenic views romantic and admiring
Vacationers started tiring
Wondering any of these lines were hiring
Historical tours
And good weather more
Create a nice paradise
Purchasing the all-inclusive price
Finally comes the Mexican Mayan ruins
Smiling intently “who on the bus we are going fooling”
By asking “what are you doing?”
Homeward bound
Back to the tropical town
Where the colors are flashy
Soothing attitudes that are nasty
Stating their case
In the Florida place
Where oranges were once in a bowl
Pleasant escape from bitterness that was cold
Smiling recollections,
summer evening reflections, now
almost gone for new generations
while my venues of childhood musings
and adolescent anticipations
...near extinction.
I must concede my willingness to share
what they will never recall
- the exhilaration
when Dad would pronounce,
"We're going to the drive-in tonight".
A creature double feature,
"The Blob" and "I Was a Teenage Werewolf",
both Feep worthy presentations,
fantasmically speaking.
The impatience for dusk was matched
with the rush of a 10 minute intermission
and, while spotlights played on the
darkened screen, cardboard pizza,
Buttercup popcorn, hockey puck hamburgers,
soggy steamed dogs, and french fries,
were greedily consumed for more
than the price of admission.
Hood ice cream cups with flat wood spoons
for dessert, then back with only
one minute 'til SHOWTIME to the
mosquito safe car where "Pic" coils
repelled the infestation while smoldering
on the glove box door - mesothelioma be damned!
Then, if we didn't escape with an
early exit dash, were caught
in the dust and chaos of the only
late night traffic jam in town.
And...years later, those teenage
trysts, without permission - I'll never tell
what movie?
But, always remember "Gourmet Confessions"!
Progress
by Michael R. Burch
There is no sense of urgency
at the local Burger King.
Birds and squirrels squabble outside
for the last scraps of autumn:
remnants of buns,
goopy pulps of dill pickles,
mucousy lettuce,
sesame seeds.
Inside, the workers all move
with the same très-glamorous lethargy,
conserving their energy, one assumes,
for more pressing endeavors: concerts and proms,
pep rallies, keg parties,
reruns of Jenny McCarthy on MTV.
The manager, as usual, is on the phone,
talking to her boyfriend.
She gently smiles,
brushing back wisps of insouciant hair,
ready for the cover of Glamour or Vogue.
Through her filmy white blouse
an indiscreet strap
suspends a lace cup
through which somehow the nipple still shows.
Progress, we guess, ...
and wait patiently in line,
hoping the Pokémons hold out.
NOTE: This poem is almost entirely fiction. There was a Pokemon craze when my son Jeremy was a little boy, and I did see birds and squirrels foraging in parking lots from time to time (and sometimes fed them myself from my car’s window), but everything else is fiction. On the rare occasions that I went to a Burger King, I would go through the drive-in, so I wouldn’t have known who the manager was, or how much time he/she spent on the phone. I think the poem probably started with the image of birds and squirrels squabbling for scraps of food in a parking lot as I waited in a line of slow-moving cars, then evolved as I imagined the hassle of going inside to “speed things up.” Keywords/Tags: America, Americana, American, culture, society, vanity, youth, progress, fast food, video games, Pokemon, MTV, music videos, glamour, models, supermodels, fashion, transparency, see-through, bra, breast, nipples