Long Floridian Poems
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February fourteenth shock,
headline news, no valentine.
Fourteen students stilled, shot without regard
for who they were or who they might become,
in complete shock, their families and friends.
Three adults unselfishly
put their bodies in danger.
Others too regarding innocent kids,
proved how very professional they are;
they'll teach anti-violence to their deaths.
Momentary lack of sense,
a future moment ignored,
with florid disregard for liberty
fiendish nineteen-year-old Floridian
flaunted common sense only fooling one.
Students across this country
in a March fourteenth walkout
spoke against weapons in the hands of youth.
When words fail to register right from wrong,
more laws will never stop misuse of guns.
Responsible behavior
is taught best when also shown.
written March 15, 2018
Seven-ten contest (blank verse w/o meter) - host, Emile Pinet.
They promised that the debt would fade away
So students took the path they thought was right,
To study and find our scholastic way,
To keep our country's future burning bright.
Americans with good minds, sharp and free,
Where cowboys read of heroes in their books,
Cowgirls build homes for all to see,
Beyond the vanity of shallow looks.
But college dreams have turned to heavy lead,
All races and ethnicities in deep.
The interest grows while workers lose their bread.
The promises the lenders didn't keep.
From Texas plains to Floridian sun,
The SAVE plan starts the freedom we should've won.
Awful avocados always
Breathe bitter blue breaths
Craving cardinal’s Christmas carols
Ditching deliberate dungarees during
Elusive extraterrestrial escapades.
Forsaking fitful Floridian flamingos,
Getting gaudy, gratuitous gnarly gifts,
Herewith having hilarious hefty hallucinations,
Imagining India’s illustrious indigo ideologies.
Jackals jerry-rigging jealous junking jackalopes
Kangaroos kissing kindly,
Lamenting lovebirds likely leering
Meandering muddobbers making merry,
Nevertheless necessary negotiations
Ostentatiously overhauling orange ostriches
Private parties practically prancing,
Quiet questions quickly questioning
Ripe red russets revolving rapidly
Sensing secretive shadows shyly
Traveling through trickier times,
Underlings ultimately understanding
Variegated virgins vitality
Waxing willfulness whilst
‘xacting ‘xtra ‘xciting
Yarned yellow youthfulness yipping young
Zesty zipper zings zealously, zapping zebras.
We never know in this life what in the next moment fate will bring…I suppose that’s why we spend so much time relishing in all the little things.
Like spending a day with our children…their children…our grandchildren too…
Like that smile of contentment on our faces…when the day is through.
Like driving in our car with the windows down on a cold Floridian night…
oohing and awing while taking pictures of our neighbors Christmas lights.
Like taking the time to write a letter…sending a friend our warm regards.
Like having a picnic at the picnic table on the patio in our back yard.
Like a walk under a starlit sky or a stroll along the shore…
Like dancing through our lives…with people we adore.
Like seeing a young girl sleeping on her kitchen floor…with her new puppy by her head…Because her parents told her that puppy’s too young to sleep with her in bed.
Like helping a young boy find a book in the bookstore…and having to smile and pause as he pays you with his own money then says, “Thank you Santa Claus.”
I imagine we all have them…little moments we compile…
Little things that give us pause…little things that make us smile.
It’s funny how, at the time they’re happening, they seem insignificant and small…but the more we live…the more we realize…they’re not so little after all.
So here’s a toast to a life filled with little things…where each one is a shining star…and to realizing when it comes to the little things…
how big they truly are.
the next time i write
it will be across somewhere in your heart
where i can easily caress the chocolate
covered memory of you
i have been oceanhopping
on the poor man's trip that i
have always dreamed of
the one beautiful ingredient missing was you
the next time i write
it will be at wherever the nape is
gently stimulating the emotional
promotional classification of your heart
i have been rental car travelling
in the center of my once cried about dreams
with my mouth hanging down on the rain dampened
floor mat with floridian blue skies entrancing me to
utterly sweet disbelief
the sweetest common factor missing is you
I rest upon the shore, waves flowing briskly,
Sipping Margaritas where palm trees glow.
Hollywood Beach, where rhythm's alive,
Cheerful dancers make the bars thrive!
Calamari fried with oceanic spritz
Sunset pouring down on my beach bliss
I'm having Margarita moments in such golden lights!
Floridian hearts fill me with delight!
From Atlanta's roads, I drove one day,
Escaping the city's rat race, getting away,
On to the Hollywood shoreline, where the ocean called,
Then sailing in my dreams to meridionals.
A savory salad of fun, lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, full of glee!
Colors of the beach, as wild as I'd foreseen.
To be myself, free of chains, no spies,
Just Floridian skies in premium Atlantic Paradise!
(5/12/11)
The spirits of the dead were flying all around
All you could hear was a screechy eerie sound
The coffins and bodies were taken and thrown into a ravine
One on top of another was all that could be seen.
A worker had notified the authorities of what had taken place
The news media heard of it and said it was a disgrace.
Loved ones came running as they heard of the news
Of how their loved ones had been abused.
Many people have said that they see the spirits
Searching each grave
Looking for a marker of where they once laid.
The people walking their dogs very late at night
Telling of a screaming as their dogs jump with freight.
Now this is a true story and not a Halloween tale
Till this day you could hear the spirits wail.
You can hear the wailing more on Halloween night
As the other spirits join and scream of their plight.
The day was unbelievably hot to a northerner, just about normal for a Floridian. Disney World opened at nine and after a steamy night cruising Kissimmee’s strip for burgers, we were ready for the crush (and I don’t mean orange soda.) The Ex, the kid and I, clad in shorts and tank-tops, were ready to enter the park with the rest of the scrubbed and buffed hoard.
shoulder to shoulder
the crowd surges forward—
babies scream
At seven, our son, Jamie was mad about Pooh (of course at this point, he was so stoked he was just plain mad as the Hatter in Alice!) We got through the gates in record time and rushed to the line for honey pot carts to Pooh-land. The line wasn’t long, most of the crowd was rushing Space Mountain, but my son was thrilled to be greeted at the entrance by non-other than Mickey Mouse! Mickey grabbed the wiggling tike by his red suspenders (Yes, I had him wearing suspenders!) and boosted him into the cart and off we went. Mom, Dad and boyo in search of the infamous Bear, Tigger the Tiger and Christopher Robin.
*Form haibun
I float along on top of the balmy, warm, Floridian saltwater
Enjoying the sun, expecting the best of the day
time creeps up slowly, turns my mood
My feelings are not as grand now
I hide inside to console myself
Licking my wounds, feeling hurt and sad
Time shakes me up and spits me out
Smearing me onto a wall in the form of a streak
I have no desire to continue, but time has other plans for me.
I grab onto her coattail when she refuses to leave me alone
We travel the universe; she as a volatile witch with magic spells
I as a black cat, holding on to a sliver of her broom with my nails.
Yesterday I wrote poem how about how when the ocean waves meet the land they leave little drawings in their wake…little artworks in the sand.
Marilyn, and old friend from my Ohio high school days (that was a long time ago!) reminded this now-Floridian…there’s also artistry in the snow.
She opened a door into a room in my mind where memories of old art I retain:
Like waking up and looking out my window to see the snow after a rain…
How the world outside was different than when I went to bed at night.
How everything was coated in little coverlets of white.
How overnight while I slept…there was an unexpected freeze…allowing nature to paint the snow that fell onto the branches of the trees.
Everywhere I looked snowflakes could be found…
Clinging to the rooftops…blanketing the ground.
But nature was not content with snow dominating my entire view…
So she added beams of yellow from the sun against a sky she painted blue.
And knowing she needed to add more color into that day’s art’s design…she added drops of red by painting cardinals in the pines.
So thank you Marilyn for reminding me…for making me aware
nature’s beauty is not unique to Florida…it can be found everywhere.
Thanks for reminding me it’s in the widest ocean…in the smallest babbling brook…that beauty’s all around us…if we take the time to look.
Thanks for opening a door to a room I closed long ago…
Thanks for allowing me to stand on a beach in Florida…
and remember the beauty of a winter snow.