Long Hooky Poems
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Standing at the kitchen sink
My wife quips “you are one happy person”
It is right there and then I realized
I have been found out
Time to confess
I am one of “those” “happy people”
And a morning person to boot
I admit I am an ice –cream-aholic
Hooked on chocolate Rocky road, 2 scoops
Left to my own devices I play hooky
My favorite vice mid day movies
Yes chick flicks
And I buy the ludicrously priced pop corn
Next up on the list a get away at the spa
Even if I fall asleep during the deep massage
Cruise ships are my Achilles heel
Where else do they make your bed
Feed you 24 hours a day
And you can hide from the world
My flexible job schedule allows for daytime bike rides
Who doesn’t want to be a kid again wind blowing through your hair
The bane of my existence, poetry writing
Anytime, anywhere at the drop of a hat or spur of the moment
To espouse words of wisdom or not
And connect with family, friends and complete strangers
Yes, there are up and down days but as the saying goes
“Be Happy”
Andreas Simic©
I'm a shattered vase
Everything is scattered
from Italy to Greece
But I still have to make it to France in one piece.
Because I simply don't have the time.
I already played hooky with Tweedledee today
and Tweedledum is never going away,
so I killed them both in the same hour
Gave each half a grave, they share one flower.
I simply don't have the time
to get another
besides, I was a vagabond
long before that crime.
I deserted allies, survived on lies. The world takes a tooth, I take two eyes.
I'm simply not the kind of guy
to wait and see who meets the eye
I simply don't have the time!
I don't!
and what joke is this?
That I should dance like a good little show monkey
Or eat salaries for the rest of eternity?
That I shouldn't walk out right now?
Wait, okay fine.
Here's two cents for your time.
Keep them fresh and clean since pennies are going fast.
Sell em for any amount of cash
I don't care, it's none of my damn business.
You can take those 2-3 business days
and shove em where ever it will take
4 score and 7 years to get it in the toilet, and a Trail of Tears.
Because like I've said about a dozen times, I simply don't have the time.
Because like I've said about a dozen times,
I don't.
I never lied or joked about it
because it takes time that I don't have.
Negative Politics
By Franklin Price
2/10/2016
Negative politics are more
Since primaries have begun
To say someone is worse than you
Somehow is much more fun
It's not what you've accomplished
How you've gotten where you are
But your opponents' negatives
That have gotten them this far
Doesn't matter when it happened
Could have been a fluke of birth
As long as it is negative
It has to have some worth
Negative preferred by media
They don't know when to stop
Underhanded insinuation
Will bring their ratings to the top
Blame it on the public
Who enjoy watching the fall
Murder, drugs and politics
Anything that will appall
Playing hooky when in high school
Cheating on a college test
Not voting for a foolish bill
Bragging on the family crest
Not being raised in poverty
To have to bring themselves along
Forgetting to place their hand on chest
For the national anthem song
For the many things they may have done
For which they might repent
Having nothing to do to qualify
To be our president
Voters, think of your exposure
Evaluate all you hear and see
Don't let the negative politics
Elect the president to be
I couldn't be prouder
than the day you were born
my beautiful little miracle
your tiny fingers curled over mine
your pretty eyes captured me
and melted me
I loved you then
and every day
since your
arrival from heaven
we won't talk about what I would do
to anyone who would ever harm you
but that's what I thought holding you
for the first time
my precious baby girl
and we won't talk about
any struggles raising you
(there were only a few)
all the tears and pain in the world
would never erase the joy
I feel when you smile
and, my angel
you smile so much
on my arm
on this day
I have to give you away
you are the most resplendent treasure
who wouldn't cry to see you
walking down the aisle
your handsome groom
whom I know loves you
as much as I do
can't keep his eyes dry
reading vows
from your huge heart
only makes it harder
warm love tumbles
down my cheeks
just seeing the sky
above you
so clear blue
a
wispy white lace
canopy of grace
etched delicately
over you
and that guy with whom
I like to barbecue
golf
and share a good shot of
whiskey
I love him too
and your little you
who lights up the world
she's only two
lucky you
experiencing the blessing
I had
well "have"
my beautiful baby girl
who's teeny tiny fingers
curled over
my callused hand
who
with her daddy
went on dessert dates
played hooky
and
hunted ghosts
in that old hotel
my favorite
fishing buddy...
...she'll always be mine
sun sparkling your gown
like magic radiating
from your soul
I couldn't be prouder
than the day you were born
but damn this comes close
my barbecue buddy
could not ask for
a more priceless gift
than the one whose
gentle hand squeezes mine
just before it lets go
soft fingers curl
tenderly into his
my precious baby
his beautiful bride
unmasking a sunshine holiday
feeling free and delightful in the gentle breeze
smiling at the first sight of the cool clear water
the whole of my soul is free and i cherish the vibe of it all
totally relaxed, eyes closed, massaged by rare rhythms
the cardinal is expresses her appreciation of the beautiful day in her elegant element of fusion
completely by myself my sanity shows its gratitude in complete stillness
blue skies inspires me to play hooky from the normalcy of life
my imagination decorates the bullseye of its unexpected confirmation
the joy in the air around me right now has a maternal ambiance
as a direct result, i simply Cherish The Blessed Day
We were halfway back to school after
Our hot lunch with our mom
of warm grilled cheese sandwiches
dunked in tomato soup
I turned to my twin and said
“We are playing hooky again today”.
She began to bawl and scream.
“No! Please don’t make me.”
It was the most powerful feeling in the world.
We were in first grade, but I have never forgotten it.
I had complete power and control over my helpless twin!
Did we play hooky?
Of course.
And did we get caught?
This is a small Iowa town in the 60’s when
all the mothers were peeking out their windows
and we were identical twins.
What do you think?
Written 7-09-2019
Contest: Childhood Memories
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
As the sun sets
A hot wind like this
Does not belong in downtown Lansing
But here it is
Speed-boating down the Grand River grinning and wearing Ray-Bans
My wife and I
We hold down our pouncing bouncing patio table
At the Waterfront Bar and Grill
As if we were airborne soldiers just landed
But still attached and tangled
To our thumping jumping parachutes
Strings of lightbulbs clattering like teeth above us
Hung from under the Friday night tent
96 degrees even as the day sinks to evening.
The river converts to beer and shots of whiskey.
The catfish are buzzed and jump for joy.
The four member rock band is amped up
With the addition of a mandolin
And plays the entire second side in order
From Led Zeppelin III
But replacing at the end Hats Off (To Roy Harper)
With Hey Hey What Can I Do? as one big set.
Who does that?
We notice there are well-known bartenders
Playing hooky from working anymore
At the drab and deadly chain restaurants
Back in the townships.
We should all follow their lead
And go on strike right now from the boredom of life
Everyone everywhere
Just quit and sit along the Grand River in this sparkling city
But the lead guitarist
He drinks his beers as fast as the crowd
And the bass guitarist tilts her instrument
Vertical to her shoulder
A mother soothing her baby’s back
Swaying her hips in melodic circles
While the drummer and the piano player try to catch up
On beat
So we sing along
Implanting our hands in the dough of air.
Jimmy Page is here.
Sitting alone.
Dressed in black.
Sipping from a tall glass of orange juice.
It’s too hot for flies
So lightning bugs twinkle to the sticky bottoms
Of emptied beer pitchers
Flickering on the table tops
To the night’s finale of Whole Lotta Love
Mixed at the end with Baba O’Riley.
Who does that?
All night
A friendly man at the table next to me
A union bus driver
Who bragged he’d worked enough overtime all year
To take PTO for the entire summer
Flicks his hand against my shoulder
(The same shoulder that has Melanoma growing on it)
Every time the band strikes the first chords
To another rare Zep
With the same look of
Can you believe it?
Apparently, I must have the same look.
If I could be a kid again
I’d run headlong, unfettered in the wind,
or pretend I was Tom Sawyer
or Huckleberry Finn.
I’d put frogs inside my teachers desk
and tie knots in young girls hair,
if I could be a kid again
I’d shoot arrows up in the air.
Aiming high into the sky
towards an enemy in my head,
perhaps a passing birthday balloon
or a flying elephant instead.
School would be vague memories
of playing hooky left and right,
while fishing in my favorite pond
every morning, noon, and night.
I’d run around my little town
like King Arthur in my world,
eating ice cream and candy bars
while chasing girls and squirrels.
If I could be a kid again
I would count the stars at night,
just like how we used to do
with a full moon burning bright.
When all the world was made for me
And my nickel candy drops,
I always shared with my good friends,
and those I loved a lot.
But if I could be a kid again
and start over back in time,
I’d have to say “No thanks, today,
I’ve enjoyed the hills I’ve climbed.”
I had my run and it was fun
but time keeps ticking by,
if I could be a kid again
I guess I’d like to fly.
Lee and I are identical twins. We look, sound, and are dressed identically.
It is 1958 and we are heading back to school from lunch.
Sing-song Lee thinks it is a normal May day; I realize it has more potential.
We are not going back to school, I tell her. Her eyebrows start to brunch.
She screams and wails, I have to cover her tell-tale mouth.
She is the dutiful one, but then I remind her of one thing.
I am playing hooky and I am not doing it alone, so I turn her south.
She shakes her tears off, knowing I have her; there is no more sing.
I have been the leader for a long time, boss of sister and brother.
Lee has no idea how to flip me for this role; I am firm like grandpappy.
We return to school later trotted there by our very angry mother
Who has switched us about six hundred times, and is not happy.
Why don’t you ever try and be the leader? I ask Lee, mad now.
I know it is because she is terrified of me, kind of gives me a wow.
She is way too afraid to tell me this, I realize as I shower.
I sleep well that night, recognizing my ultimate twin-leader power.
~ for J.M. Barrie ~
I’ll wait …
you know I will -
I’ll wait for you … here …
but not a single instant longer than forever
I’ll ply the puffy sky for the
breath of you
(for that world would be the death of you)
pixie dust trailing like fine ribbons
satin pink to tie your hair
the flaxen strands
so often fell between our kisses
my wistful miss is the
moon and the sun and the sea!
beg, come back to me
or this wondrous place will turn ice
no more paradise -
no more mermaids or Lilies or Tink
just think of the calamity!
empty house, empty tree, empty hearts
fits and starts -
and no mother for The Boys
no crowing noise
just chill pirates, the Jolly Roger
and a hooky ol’ codger
with a tick-tock tail and his
vengeance for a sail -
he needs a hand, after all …
oh return, you must, with a bit of magic dust
and a tall tale or more -
maybe two … or fifty-four
“Home Sweet Home” upon the door …
just point to the morning, on
two stars to starboard
(never larboard)
and find your home … your boy … your me
your Pan …
for I’ll be here
with the wind ‘neath my heels
fairy dust in my hair
and your taste -
like marzipan on my lips …
yes … I’ll wait
but leave your window open
all the same
just …
in case.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, June 29, 2024