Long Eugene Poems

‘ In general, quantum mechanics does not predict a single definite result for an observation. Instead, it predicts a number of  different possible outcomes and tells us how likely each of these is. ‘

...

Read More

Dot Blogs she was a buxom lass and hefty heifer too
who married Bobby Eugene Blows when she was twenty- two.
They lived upon a dairy farm alongside Boggy Creek
and milked  a hundred fresian cows …...

Read More

REFLECTIONS ON POSTWAR AMERICAN PRESIDENTS
 
Truman became President by accident, which
probably explains why, on the whole, he did a good job.
Eisenhower, deprecated as an inveterate bungler,
a shillyshallying,  grinning incompetent,
is now beginning to emerge as...

Read More

A serious question was posed to me recently.  
Where do you go?

I said…
Well, I wait for the darkest, clearest night,
go to the highest point on the highest hill 
and watch for the shooting stars....

Read More

I am the authority on any question you may ask 
But be prepared, because I know I've already completed that task 
You ask me which pet is better, a dog or a cat 
Read my...

Read More

Take This Stinking Keyboard And Shove It
(Tribute to Johnny Paycheck)


Take this stinking keyboard and shove it
I ain't awritin' here no damn more.
Gone is my inspiration, O' how I loved it
damn it flew right out the...

Read More

That night old Henry rose up off his bench;
Evening's light growing dimmer as the sun set in the west,
Throwing stabs of light on the old village common -
Masked strangers on the pavement mocking the night.

Lighthearted...

Read More

That year I read Chimamanda Adichie,
I saw the purple Hibiscus in our back yard,
The freedom that blossom through their leaves.
I became Jaja in my lost world seeking freedom,
Then I remembered father; a cruel and callous...

Read More

Eugene awoke and looked upon
His Mirror in the morning Dawn
He saw himself and stopped to yawn
Then saw instead his friend Antoine.

Well Antoine said ‘come in, come on
I’ll whisk you with this Magic Wand
Then we can...

Read More

So the day did come...
And all business we were...
Listening that day,
To local bands, and out "PR"

We got to go on about eight...
Seemed to us,
Mercifully late...
We'd told all our (my) friends
to just show up...
We'd jam if...

Read More

In Chicago, Mayor RICHARD J ruled the roost DALEY for 21 years,
  Til he breathed his last, giving way to the 'next sir:'  
  A pol named MICHAEL, who was dull and...

Read More

He was born to Joseph and Delia near Galway Bay,
  He lived on a farm and there he would stay.
With Oliver, Kitty, Sean, Gertie and Annamae,
  And with Maureen, Eugene, Eamon and PJ.

Two...

Read More

When 
all 
of 
them 
were 
holding 
guns. 
We 
held 
knobkieries 
and 
stabbed 
their 
sons. 
We 
sang 
songs 
of 
war, 
they 
shot 
bullets, 
we 
slew 
their 
nuns. 
They 
killed 
our 
Azania 
and 
told 
us 
to 
belly...

Read More

(in memoriam, Eugene Lawler, d. January 29, 2012, aged 83 years)

--- Note:  "The singing machine" is a not so tongue-in-cheek reference to Gene and his penchant for singing whenever and wherever he wished, as...

Read More

Our friendship is our pride, 
Boundless love story, 
Extraordinary rhapsody, 
Metaphorically not satirically, 
Chronological not nostalgically..
Our costumes consume cost...
This is not fanciful is factuality 
Just like classical literature stories/movies, 
So our friendship unfold ..

Not like...

Read More

He says his name is Gene Pool,
right away I know he is probably American,
there are few to no males
called Gene elsewhere.

Yes I recognize him instantly.
My friends could have all recognized him.
Dogs with their wet noses...

Read More

I started in to writing
In my home on Lovers Lane
Yes – the one the poet wrote about
You know – old what’s his name
The lane was still arch covered
With elm trees giving shade
But now it is...

Read More

The Brownie King is debonair and dashing for
Someone who is out only at night.
Supposedly he is a solitare creature. NOT! I have 
heard he's looking for a queen.
While he was working at his various tasks...

Read More

He sat on the park bench
        The weight of ages
        Settled about his shoulders.
       ...

Read More

"To God* be the glory" indeed
For granting gift of wondrous worth
Eternal life by Gospel seed
Assuring bliss of heaven’s mirth.

I say, “It is well with my soul"
To God be the glory indeed
For achievement of divine goal
Reaching-out...

Read More

His knowledge was his untapped wellspring,
After 93 years of learning anew;
He valued knowing something about everything, 
From construction & farming, to baseball & screws. 

Early in life, a dairy farm taught him, 
To think on...

Read More

I’m Calico, the fourth, and though you haven’t asked,
I’m here to tell you what you’re thinking; so relax.
The Duel, you know that poem  by Eugene Field,
it was all a big hoax, ‘cause the facts...

Read More

Drowning in my thoughts ~ so sinister so deep
Little locket box ~ for me to hold and keep

Secret personalities I choose to lock deep within my soul
Sometimes so insane ~ and sometimes so out of...

Read More

Great effects came about at the fall
There man fell a very great depth
far more than we like to really admit
no matter the times you rise, man hits a wall

The real need of the hour
humility, really...

Read More

World wars 1 and 2
The wars to end all wars
But for some, they couldn't fight for the country 
Because of the color of their skin 

They weren't wanted 

Even though they could enlist 
Segregation ran...

Read More