Long Goodie Poems
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On a high moon on Halloween I went to a Salem doctor
He looked at me weirdly and inquired what is the matter?
I told him it’s Halloween and I have a very sweet tooth
He stated he is not a dentist and tried to give me the boot
He tried to straightened by nose and I started hollering
Resting my javelin I told him I was the Halloween goblin
He left and returned with a iron ball with a chain attached
Tried to throw me in a pool of water because he snapped
He wanted to see if I would sink or swim in the pool
I told him I would float in the pool since I am no fool
The nurse heard the commotion and stepped inside
She threw me a goodie bag which saved my hide
I started gobbling gummy bears and the doctor fainted
I ate so many gummies and goodies we got acquainted
She twitched her nose and got her hat off the nurses’ rack
With a jack-o-lantern smile she was leading a pack
Stepping out the door she said ride on brother goblin
She then got on my broom and we went apple bobbing
© Joseph, 10/27/07
© All Rights Reserved
Please, I just ask you to keep your position.
In just a few more minutes, we will have intermission.
After Scarlett pulls the carrot from the ground,
“I’ll never be hungry again” will be her voiced sound.
After the pull-away shot, there will be a five minute break.
Please don’t leave me now, for goodness sake.
This is a movie all film critics consider fine.
It won ten Academy Awards back in 1939.
Based on a book written by a lady from Atlanta,
it filled movie houses all across America.
I know four hours to sit is a long time.
However, it will be worth it for this movie so sublime.
In New Orleans for some highjinks.
Here to rally ‘round the flag.
She’ll be open to suggestion
When I’ve got her bound and gagged.
I won’t need to solve the riddle
Of the chicken or the egg
To distinguish first from foremost
While I’m making Mandy beg.
You can bet your bottom dollar
Gonna taste forbidden fruit
On a fragrant bed of roses
In this house of ill repute.
Hog the limelight. Gild the lily.
Need to take her down a peg,
Teach her all the whys and wherefores
As I’m making Mandy beg.
There be rotten things in Denmark:
Humble pie and bathtub gin,
Sour grapes with gall & wormwood,
Magdalena’s Den of Sin.
Gonna need a pot to piss in.
Go and tap another keg.
She’ll be forced to face the music
When I’m making Mandy beg.
There’ll be ample food for thought
When I talk turkey with the cook.
I’ll be tickling her fancy
Till she babbles like a brook.
Then I’ll call her on the carpet
As the juice runs down her leg.
Demon rum, Miss Goodie Two-shoes,
I’m just making Mandy beg.
My mother went to heaven on the day that I was born
My father raised me up before my mother he would join
He said, “Son, to get to heaven you must live a good, clean life
So you can go to meet your mother and see me with my wife.”
So, I tried to be good and I followed the golden rule
I did what I should and I was obedient all through school
I shared what I could and I read my bible every day
I tried to avoid evil thoughts and never a hurtful thing I’d say
The kids picked on me and “goodie-two-shoes” became my name
But, because I had a mission my actions always were the same
The road to meet my mother was a path to be kept clear
So bullies had their way with me – no retaliation need they fear
After my father passed away I met a beautiful young girl
She was everything to me; she was the rock in my empty world
We got married in the Summer; she was carrying my child in the Spring
I was looking forward to being a father to this miracle she would bring
I was working at a charity when they broke into my house
My wife tried to hide from them, being quiet as a mouse
They said, “Oh look, its goodie-two-shoes’ home, lets burn it to the ground”
When she yelled at them to stop this act, my wife was finally found
I won’t say what they did to her – the details I will spare
When she said, “My husband will soon be back”, they said, “What do we care”
“Goodie-two-shoes shares everything, of course he’d share his wife
Besides, that man’s a coward; we can do just what we like.”
When I came home and saw her, my mother spoke into my ear,
“Don’t worry about heaven, son, I’ve always been right here.”
I took my wife to the hospital, where they said she’d be okay
Then I went to find those bastards and wipe my life of good away
When they saw me approaching they laughed right into my face
With the first swing of the baseball bat I fell from heavens’ grace
Two men were unconscious before the third knew what to do
The bullet that he shot at me, my shoulder it passed right through
Justifiable homicide – on probation for ten years
My wife and son at my side, there is happiness in my tears
My mother and father visit me every night in my bedtime dreams
I didn’t need to take that path to heaven – or so, at least, it seems
I’m looking for adored purple poet’s salvation
In the trees in the breeze indigo inspiration
Lost lavender love to cherry crushed infatuation
Red fire of desire burned left sterile vibration
Hear that song it use to mean a whole lot
Till Cupid came and I knew I was got
Tricked and trained like a pony a plot
Insane love game creating writer’s block
Random raspberry smells a lot like your hoody
I washed with my clothes for I’m such a goodie
Doing white wifey things with no ring so dingy
Taught better but not too clever head hard woody
Stupid is as stupid does
Last time I fall for love
VISITING WITH THOSE DARN SHOES
accused of goodie two shoes
“why are you so darn honest,”
a wild cousin once quipped,
as she helped her son with
cable wires as doorbells drilled
in our heads, hiding evidence.
the bells of saint mary’s church
a holy honest place, tinkling
with grace and hiding fugitives.
one shaking in her quaker boots,
leaden legs sent to deal with
the establishment, that
mental place, a quickening of
sick. and laughter ding dongs
in the rafters, quilts on
the wired clothes live lies.
later to return to the scene
where a peep is heard,
“turn me off” – a vibrating toy?
my cousin chides,
“well, at least it didn’t say
turn me on”
two shoes step lightly,
across the squeaky floorboards,
two shoes left outside,
two in trash disposal,
two feet missing from a beat,
cancer had the last laugh
boy, do i miss her!
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
In loving memory of my cousin
"You pack in the morning"
Leaving again?
"Come stop your crying now"
Who's crying?
"From this day on"
Are you sure?
"You just call of my name"
Oh yeah? "All you have to do is call"
Okay. "You got a friend". Goodie.
"Nobody does it better"
Are you sure about that?
"Nobody does it half as good as you"
Where's the rest?
"I would do anything". Okay, let's see now, lol
"Don't you know it's true?". I'll see.
"It's lying here somewhere". Okay, I'll look for it.
In the mean time you keep looking too, haha.
Between both of us, we'll find it.
Dada dada
"Do it again". Ah, I don't know about that.
"Say I love you". Must I? lol
"You look inside my fantasy". Do you now?
I don't know what you see in there but it ain't pretty. Haha just kidding
I think I'll stop now
Will catch you next time lol
Qué será, será; whatever will be, will be.
This proverb or expression many know.
It means if you are living with regrets,
for heaven’s sake, just let those feelings go.
There’s no use crying over milk that’s spilled.
(that’s another goodie for what I mean).
Take the bull by the horns and Giddy up!
Be an adult. You are not still thirteen.
Qué será, será. Whatever will be will be.
This also means fate is a giant thing.
So important is this saying there’s a song
for it, which Doris Day was first to sing.
How interesting the date the song was published.
It was my birth year, nineteen-fifty-five.
Maybe that’s why I find it appealing.
Decades later, the song and I both thrive.
A fatalist am I, so I believe
quite strongly there are things we can’t control.
For all the good we do, bad still can happen.
You’re on a roll; next day you’re in a hole.
Chin up; keep on going long as you can.
Struck down? Just smile and sing your cares away.
With qué será and whatever will be, will be
great sayings just keep coming into play!
Feb. 14, 2023
Based on the song "Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be),"
sung by Doris Day
Just like you to make a last minute date,
leaving me a quickly scribbled note,
before tossing aside that broken campaign pencil from last year's election--
I remember you snapping it apart
when you found out your man lost.
I laughed at you peering through your old bifocal glasses,
frame twisted awkwardly,
making you look somewhat frog-eyed.
"Let's see that production you mentioned.
Meet you at 7:30, the Lyric; dinner afterward."
I did an "Oh, goodie!" and left for work.
You never arrived; cell phone going straight to voicemail.
I stared at the playbill, September 8, 2001,
gave up and drove home, worried . . .
The police found me here,
telling me the details in their flat, official way;
three days later, your funeral . . .
a whole world grieves with me
for today American changed,
today, everything changed . . .
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, October 3, 2014
Buzz of human feet,
Crowds swarming the trains;
Sea of faces meet,
Private matters strain.
Downtown trip we take,
Darling and I plow;
Human nature stakes,
Umpteen whys and hows.
We reach City Hall,
Find our way around;
Tour the festive mall,
Bright shoppes anchor grounds.
Caterpillar queues,
Await to transact;
Bored faces review,
Weary wait feeds tact.
The Christmas sale steers,
We jostle for stuff;
Bargains that endear,
Buy more than enough.
Busy feet aspire,
The shopping spree floods;
New wares tempt desires,
Whet the pulse of blood.
We discern our needs,
Separate our wants;
Let discrete thoughts feed,
Get brisk shopping done.
Here we wait in line,
Curious eyes pursue;
Attention defines,
Pry odd avenues.
We pay to exit,
Seek out attractions;
Find meal time retreat,
Wholesome consumption.
Homebound subway train,
Swift and fast and sure;
Feel stamina drain,
Goodie bags secure.
Our downtown tour spells,
Whim and fancy grooms;
Easy moments tell,
Intent fills sure boom.
Leon Enriquez
05 December 2014
Singapore