Long Goofy Poems
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If I close my eyes I can almost smell the flowers
buttoning into summer with a vibrant petal stir
Walking through the lane I own a sweet review
of all the roses that once hugged my fence
A little squirrel skitters through a leafy tree
skirting in the distance like a flying superman
The sound of children 's laughter in the sun
is a magnet to my ear, I am lawning once again
The tea is served in mugs of goofy decalettes
beneath a parasol umbrella green and white
The hours melt away like a season's peep show
but I need not memorize this momentary glow
for I know each year that winter doors will close,
and the spring will reappear like the iris & the rose .
Feb. 28, 2019
I climb in Suzanne,
She ain't no hippy van,
She's rusty and forgotten
Her soul is slightly rotten
But I believe she's grand.
I turn the key and roar her
Then I beg her like a schnorrer
Won't you let me live inside you
If not own you then to ride you
With life becoming more.
They tell me you're a clunker
And a worn out useless junker
I want you fixed and waxed
With my refund income tax
And life will be so good.
Sleeping in the back
Of my rusty Cadillac
She promises me a meal
in Gorst's finest diner
And a ride o'er the sea
to a place she loves in China
And that's the way to feel.
But I died asphyxiated
From this life liberated
When Suzanne turned herself on
Ran exhaust until the air's gone
And I smiled in my sleep
Eternal and so deep
For only Death is real.
The first time you kissed me it was a surprise, I wasn’t ready.
It was a sneak attack, funny ‘cause they say the girl ‘always knows.’
I think we’re lucky we didn’t chip a tooth.
The unexpected slowed me - ‘ok, that happened,’ I thought.
Because I’d wondered, before - ‘does he like me like THAT?’
and suddenly you came into sharp focus, your lips, your eyes,
your goofy smile. It changed things, for us - like Jesus’s birth
changed time - there was before kiss (bk) and after kiss (ak).
We somehow kludged our way into love - the old fashioned way
without navigation software, dating sites, hookup apps or breadcrumbs.
Like our foremothers and fathers or Columbus - we bumbled into a new world.
BEE-HAVE
church was abuzz with matrimonial mass
and we were mesmerized by the goofy voice
of the master of ceremonial priest don’t laugh
my husband’s pinching his skin so thin
i dare not look at him at the same time, a few rows
back my cousin has his own planned attack
leans up near my sister-in-law and finds need
to mention her hand in my brother’s pants pocket
oh how he jests “how unsuitable for church”
now she’s ahem just staying warm so i’m
trying to keep it all together you know
church face and all but now there’s a bee buzzing
smack against my brother’s face perhaps it also
disapproved of the inappropriateness the indiscretion
aggressive move of his wife (tears rolling, ready to burst
like an ice cold pipe in deep winter) i smooth down
my dress pinch my husband’s skin (okay mine)
and try to keep my eyes front-facing ...but for that voice
our side of the family might even have tried to be
….civilized ;)
10/23/2017
Light Poetry
We play share your stories on Zoom and GoogleMeet.
They have terrific stories, and their siblings are bouncing in the background.
We see paper airplanes fly through the air; their videos are exciting!
It is so much fun to be able to see our grandchildren in this way.
Sure Mom and Dad forget they are on there. They are busy, not seeing.
Telling their children to settle down, while I am riling them up, getting them goofy.
It is not the same, but it is something. We play chess sometimes.
We both have a board. We have to pay close attention; it is fun.
Sometimes we play “I spy with my little eye”. This is a challenge for sure.
Luckily they have a movable camera, so they can move it around.
Pretending they are helping us find “it” when they are actually not showing it to us.
Zoom, Skype, GoogleMeet, FaceTime. Thank you technology for saving us!
Disney songs uplift me.
They make me giddy.
I want to dance.
Hi Ho Hi Ho It’s off to Work We Go!
Fantasia is startling new each time I watch it.
The colors, the music, the jazz!
Disney wanted all of the songs to sound classical.
When you Wish Upon a Star……
I am a cartoonist, I know it is because of Disney.
Mickey, Minnie, Daisy, Donald, Goofy!
How much more American can you get?
A Spoonful of Sugar Makes the Medicine Go Down…
Disneyland and Disney World.
Oh, man. Who could ever get tired of Disney?
Not to even mention the princesses or
Burl Ives and the “Ugly Bug Ball”.
Disney makes me sing and dance.
If I could choose a form most grand,
A creature of a noble brand,
My secret wish, a silent plea,
Would lead me a smart cat to be.
A cat of humour, quick and sly,
With mischief glinting in my eye,
To my shrewd master, wise and bold,
Scented stories I would unfold.
I would purr a cute rumbling sound
As wisdom on each whiskered mound,
A gentle nudge, a velvet paw,
To pat my master soft and low.
I would leap on the highest shelf,
A king unto myself, by myself
And survey all with knowing eyes
Above my master`s lovely ties.
I'd greet him with a gentle rub
Expecting that he would not snub
And with soft head butt on his knee
Then curl up in his lap, quite free.
I'd teach him patience, slow and deep,
The talent of secrets to keep,
The quiet joy of watching birds,
Beyond the reach of human words.
I won`t wait for my master`s cue
To chase mice, old as well as new,
And with a flick of my striped tail,
I’d ensure my spirit doesn`t fail.
I'd practice my best funny face
Embracing every charming grace,
A wide-eyed stare, a goofy yawn
From dusk until the break of dawn.
I`d let my fantasy take flight
To charm my master, day and night,
A cat of laughter, wise and kind,
The truest solace one can find.
In the year of 1967 I was a freshman
In high school in a small Midwest Iowa town.
Before teachers cared about bullying
and goofy stuff like kids’ feelings
We were not allowed to have them anyway back then
The gym teacher was snippy and mean.
Pinched nose, hair teased and sprayed
With enough hairspray to choke us all to death
She had beady eyes. I do not recall the color.
Never happy, snippy usually.
Cindy and Susie were always the basketball captains.
They were the giraffes of our class.
They chose us one at a time from a line.
My twin and I and our friend Debbie were always the last to be picked.
When they got to us, they always had a huge argument about who had to take us.
“You can have them!”
“No, you take them.”
If we had gone home
whining about it, our
parents would have laughed.
These days, if a child accuses another child of looking at her wrong,
Mommy, Daddy and Grandma come up, packing loaded pistols.
When the darkness opened wide,
Little Miss Witch twitched her nose.
She bewitched a dress in a mundane stitch;
Halloween clothes from head to toe for trick or treat.
She walked down the street
To meet with the other sweet sounds of laughter.
Skittles, candy corn, and M&Ms
poured out of the sides of the rainbow
bedecked and merry.
One, two, three.
Poof!
Three kitties on their feet
Jumped on the roof.
Pitch black spike hats, gowns, and boots
They were holding brooms.
Two bad witches and a black goofy itchy cat hid.
Blood shot eyes blinked,
Turned in a bowl dark and grim.
Gooey cobwebs spiders climbed,
Skeletons danced with the fright beat,
Pumpkins ate their seeds and rich meat,
Growled satisfied.
“Taste my sweets, your sweet treats”,
The wind tides had said.
Raven cawed, a conceited warlock in town.
Owls hooted and werewolves howled,
Red luminous eyes glared in the night.
Blood poured out of the trees through the countryside.
A mouse hole,
Three cats went inside,
Three brooms disappeared.
Little Miss Witch and two best friends switched;
Mundane they were no longer.
Boo!
A blood-moon in a candy starless night,
Shadows danced;
Leaves crunched beneath skeletal tress
Before the moon was swallowed up by the sun.
Happy Halloween!
10/11/2021
Children Story
Picking berries on grandpa’s farm;
watching him milk cows in the barn.
Getting chased once by swarms of bees.
Oodles of childhood memories.
Books that I read with so much to gain.
Walking down that long country lane;
Hiding behind and climbing up trees.
Oodles of childhood momories.
We had albums; one Disney song
Snow White sang and we’d sing along.
That dear pink bear I loved to squeeze.
Oodles of childhood memories.
Happy as heck, let out of school;
walking miles to the public pool.
Firefly nights with a cooling breeze.
Oodles of childhood memories.
Kickball, volleyball, so much fun
Hosing each other down in the sun.
My siblings and I so easy to please.
Oodles of childhood memories.
A pogo stick and bikes to share.
My troll dolls with their goofy hair.
Hoppity Hop I did with ease.
Oodles of childhood memories.
“Bonanza” time – popcorn our treat.
All the food I ever did eat.
Being the oldest and the tease.
Oodles of childhood memories.
Our vacations, Halloween and
Christmas parties that were so grand.
Sledding and skating; oh the freeze!
Oodles of childhood memories.
Slumber parties; each lovely friend.
Sisters, though, are friends to the end.
The four I’ve got make better these
oodles of childhood memores.
July 10, 2019 (Happy Birthday to my baby sister!)
For Julia Ward's 'Favourite Poem in Rhyme from July 2019' Poetry Contest