Long Freddy Poems
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That evening
we took a flat-bottomed boat
and swam it up the Thames.
Douglas the middle-aged *****
served martinis out of a crystal pitcher.
Lurching for lips, he kissed me.
I was surprised how sweet it felt.
Jenny in a canvas chair, pale legs crossed,
water-trailing sensitive fingers.
I prized the seahorse lilt of her ankles,
the tilt of her toes over blue brocaded slippers,
I liked her vexed intensity, ideals she wore
as bruises behind her eyes.
Marguerite was with child,
not mine thank God
though we had ed that summer.
She was learning how to use me
the way a nun uses a rich man.
I was beguiled by the swell of her;
her heavy breasts,
newly enticed
by the crease of her peach.
The ‘new’ girl was tender,
she loved a boy with a thick neck;
a green bruiser
who played a game so muddy
it could only be played on rainy Sundays -
I forget her name.
Back then I was a poet,
singing crinkled words into salty tears.
I could piss away a week’s salary in one night,
songs that years later could only quiver
moth-like at the bottom of a glass.
We swayed upriver,
Freddy — an avant-garde painter at the wheel,
and soon to die with a bullet in his eye.
Poor Captain Freddy,
Belfast painted his uniform.
Night latched the sky.
Bright words ceased to splash.
The moon slipped under us,
ripples chewed silver.
For a long pause, we were everlasting,
free to be carefree,
Marguerite,
Jenny from the knees down,
the soon to be dead,
and me.
Johnny's such a darling boy, happy and delightful
Until he gets inside the store, then he's Freddy frightful
He cries and screams and throws a fit, just to get his way
Mommy buys him what he wants with nothing more to say
A kindly gentleman asks the boy, "Are you happy now"
Johnny looks him in the eye, then rudely answers "yow"
On television everyday on family TV shows
They ask the questions to the kids, they just say "Yow" and "No"
Whatever happened to respect and proper etiquette
Folks these days don't teach their kids, one day they will regret.
Back in the day when I was young, we said "Yes sir", "No ma'am"
Otherwise the folks I had would bust your little ham
So if your young with family, please take friendly advice
Teach your kids to have respect and in public to be nice
If I see Johnny where I shop and he throws a little fit
I'm going to get right in your face and raise all kinds of $**t
Both Freddy and Frieda Flea
Had an itch and felt the need
To leave their home on Beagle back
So they packed their bags while Fido napped
They'd heard magical tales of the Big Top
Since their larva days on top the pup
They weren't here this time to clown around
As they found themselves circus bound
They hitched a ride in a hobos beard
Too no telling who knows where
But one thing that is perfectly clear
Both those fleas are outta here
Along the way they purchased needs
In a marketplace made just for fleas
Like underwear and mint toothpaste
Soap on a Rope to wash their face
Plus deodorant, quite a bit
You need a lot of it when you've got 6 pits
The rumor mill can be very mean
Fleas, after all, are fairly clean
After a day of personal shopping
It was all aboard for more beard hopping
Riding that hobo from coast to coast
In this their new hairy chateau
As circuses go they started their own
Advertising on the hobos back cause he never turns around
Over time their acts they've modified
As the flaming hoops set the hobos beard on fire
Now with Freddy as Ring Master and Frieda on trapeze
They are the Greatest Show On Earth, at least among fleas
Halloween is favorite time of year,
Time to face and conquer your fears.
The ghouls and goblins come to my side,
I catch a glimpse of Frankenstein and his bride.
There are vampires about,
The werewolves raise a raucous and get loud.
The witches stir up their brew,
The grazillas gather their entire crew.
The elves are so timeless and beautiful,
And the pumpkins sure are fruitful.
The zombies arise from the dead,
And the ghosts walk among us again.
The pirates are once again sailing the high seas,
The pepper makes the chefs sneeze.
Darth Vader can conquer the Earth with his Death Star,
And we can travel back to the future in an awesome car.
Iron Man,
Can save us all again.
Captain America can save the world dressed in tights,
As creepy eyes light the night.
The Hulk can smash,
And the black cats can give you a rash.
Mike Myers can give you a thrill,
And Jason can make you scream so shrill.
Freddy can keep you awake,
While Jason keeps you from lakes.
The bats creep from their caves,
The princes always save the maves.
Romeo can wed his Juliet,
In a ceremony no one will forget.
So when you think of Halloween,
And alll it can mean...
Think of fairy- tales coming true,
And hopefully Halloween will be special for you too!
IV.
Freddy was a man in love with his wife,
she’d been his six years to the day,
when word came that his firm was downsizing
and Fred’s sweet lawyer-job went away.
At first she smiled, and comforted him,
saying she’d stand there by his side,
that something better would soon turn up,
that this was just a short bump on life’s long ride.
But weeks went by, and then passed months,
and the firms, they just weren’t hiring.
Freddy grew depressed, what else could he be?
He was a lawyer going broke, perspiring.
And worse still his wife went out each day,
saying she was doing social work ‘with the girls.’
And each day she returned smelling as if
somebody had just rocked her world.
One cloudy day he followed her out,
trailing her to a condo downtown.
His old boss met her there at the door,
and Fred’s wife, his arms wrapped around.
He confronted her that night, expecting a war,
but she didn’t shout, or even try to deny.
“You’ve been so lifeless since you lost your job,
I just needed to finally feel alive!”
Fred stared in shock, not wanting to hear,
noting she never once said “I’m sorry.”
Within two months their marriage was done,
and she was his ex-boss’s new hussy.
Fred moved away, he found a new job
and was doing for himself quite well.
He dated again, but did they love him,
or his money? He never could tell.
So one day he went out with a cute girl
and told her he cleaned toilets for his pay,
As her friend ‘called’ with an ‘emergency,’
he watched her quickly scurry away.
He said,”Human nature, it just doesn’t change…”
The Celestial NAAFI
Well there sits old Buck like he always did,
Waving his pipe and tilting his lid.
There’s Johnny and Ronny and Shep and old Taffy,
And Soapy still doing his impression of Daffy.
Flapper all quiet at the side with McGraw.
Knocker and Geordie, and old Billy Shore.
And over there’s Banjo, spinning his yarns,
And Bod with his girlfriends, trying to dance.
There’s Baggins and Pusser, Slinger and Freddy,
There’s Millie with Googie – they look like they’re ready.
With Annie and Jo-Jo, it looks like old Hutch
Is making sure he hasn’t lost his light touch.
While Jeffers and Benjy are dealing the cards,
Doc still complains that that the games are too hard.
The faces familiar, the uniforms right,
All fitting perfect, none loose and none tight.
Everyone’s happy and looking their best,
From bulled-up toe-caps to the gongs on their chests.
Back by the bar are the older lads too,
Who went long before, whom none of us knew.
Blue suits and red coats, khaki and green,
All badges and headgear that ever were seen.
Ancient or modern, by sea, land or air,
Be sure of a welcome when it’s time to be there.
Raise a hand and smile, shout a cheery Hello!
To the Celestial NAAFI, where Service Folk go.
Its off to grandma's old fashion cottage we go;
past snow covered pine trees all in a row.
To her humble abode adorned in holiday charm,
And two grey horses inside the red painted barn.
Inside a crackling fire warming- nothing to compare.
With flickering flames dancing with flair,
Mesmerizing grandpa with a hypnotic spell.
And up the chimney smoke bid's farewell.
Grandma's cooking in her colorful blouse
the smell of baked bread drifts about the house,
And Grandpa snoring, asleep in his comfy old chair
in a plaid shirt and head with no hair.
Outside freshly fallen snow- a winter wonderland,
With frolicking young children mittens on hands
playing with vigor on freshly fallen snow
Their rosy red cheeks fully aglow.
Carolers singing along the snow covered street
each one adorned with a smile to greet
With sleigh bells jingling
and people joyously singing.
The aroma of roasted chestnuts swirls in the frosty air
On Maple street near the town square.
The White Chapel's steeple reaching toward the sky
A glorious symbol to the faithful eye.
Inside the tiny White Chapel with lights burn bright
a beacon to the world on this most glorious of nights.
Inside rich harmonious voices with glory to sing
As flying wild geese with the moon on their wings.
The parson adorned in modest vestment
As the choir sings- a worthy testament
Outside its silent, still and calm
Inside the congregation seeks the Savior's healing balm.
Cheerful hearts gratitude they bring
patiently waiting to celebrate the birth of their king.
For it came upon a mid night clear
as their voices raise for the Lord to hear.
Inside grandma's cottage on this snowy Christmas Eve
snuggled warmly asleep in their bed
waiting for Santa's with presents filled in his sled.
Billy, Tommy, Freddy and Steve
Next to the fireplace for Santa to find.
A glass of warm milk and cookies to dine.
Upstairs Sally and Sue unable to sleep
waiting for Santa to get a sneak peek.
Christmas Tree lights blink with a fury
the children wanting Santa to hurry
And mom and dad quietly sitting
Grandma in her rocker quietly knitting.
Decorated stockings hung with care from the fireplace
Sally’s and grandpa's adored with red and white lace
photos of grandchildren that grew up too fast
Grandmother's cottage with memories of Christmases past.
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Off to grandmother’s cottage we go,
past snow covered pines all in a row,
to a cozy home with old fashion charm,
standing beside it the red painted barn.
Inside a crackling fire- nothing to compare.
mesmerizing flames flicker in the air,
each tiny flicker casting a hypnotic spell
up the chimney the smoke bid’s its farewell.
Scented smells drifting about the house,
grandma wearing her colorful blouse,
grandpa asleep in his comfy old chair,
in a plaid wool shirt and a head with no hair.
Outside freshly fallen snow- a winter wonderland,
joyous young children with mitten on hands
playing with vigor in the freshly fallen snow
their rosy red cheeks fully aglow.
Along the snow covered street
people wearing a smile -to greet
sleigh bells are jingling
and people are singing.
smell of chestnuts roasting fill the air
a wave here and a wave there
the chapel steeple reaching toward the sky
a wonderful symbol to the faithful eye.
Inside the chapel with lights so bright
a beacon to the people on this solemn night
rich harmony voice beginning to sing
geese fly with the moon on their wing.
A parson adorned in modest vestment
the choir singing- a worthy testament
The feeling outside is silent, still and calm
the congregation seeking the Savior's healing balm
Cheerful hearts with gratitude they bring
patiently waiting to celebrate the birth of their king.
It came upon a mid night clear
that voices raised for the Lord to hear.
In a small cottage on a snowy Christmas Eve
Billy, Tommy, Freddy and Steve
warmly snuggled in their bed
waiting for Santa in his sled.
A glass of milk and cookies to dine
next to the fireplace for Santa to find.
Sally and Sue unable to sleep
waiting for Santa to get a sneak peek.
Christmas Tree lights blink with a fury
the children waiting for Santa to hurry
with mom and dad quietly sitting
and grandma in her rocker doing her knitting.
Decorated socks hang from the fireplace
Sally’s adored with red and white lace
photos of grandchildren who grew up too fast
filled with memories of Christmases past.
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I have so many friends on soup,
it’s hard to pick just one
To narrow down to just a few,
it just cannot be done
Heidi always brings a smile
Brenda tempts my heart
Sandy posts poetic dreams
Connie’s whispered art
Gershon really makes me laugh
Maureen, she can write
Hello There and Andrea
make my mornings bright
John, who makes the soupers sing
Nina, she’s a hoot
Kim can pen most anything
Pixie’s words so cute
Sunlite you are number one
you’ve always been my friend
I’m sorry I omitted you
it won’t happen again
Anne-lise always makes me think
Ilene sure can rhyme
Brandy’s thoughts are beautiful
Eve makes poems shine
Limericks are Jan’s forte
Affection is Cay Cay
Alexis, Chantelle, Carolyn
take my breath away
A warrior who floats on wings
A very Silent One
Bobby May bring happiness
and Spock, no wait, his son
Disco, Beth and Jeanne are new
at least they are to me
Janice, Tania, Sandra Weiss
much talent in these three
Line and LuLoo and Dear Heart
well, what more can I say
So many poets I call friend
on any given day
There are a few from long ago
when I first found this site
I can’t forget to mention them,
it just would not be right
Charmaine, I miss her the most
Paloma just as much
White Wolf wrote some crazy stuff
Darren had the touch
Agnes, Leanna, Anne-Marie
all were friends of mine
Becca, Dale, Lisa, Sue
Poetry so fine
Christy, Daniel, Freddy, Lin
so many from the past
Forever doesn’t happen now
it seems some things don’t last
But back to what I’m trying to say,
before this poems’ done
So many here that I admire,
it’s hard to pick just one
So, thank you all for all you do,
the kindness that you show
I’m blessed by every one of you
and wanted you to know
Inspired by but not written for Bobby May’s Pick A friend on Soup poetry contest
Oh hell, I going to enter it anyway. I know it won't win because it doesn't follow the rules but rules are meant to be broken, right?