Long Hop out Poems
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By the way.
I'm not doing anything later.
If you don't have any plans, why don't you throw on some sweats.
Your favorite ponytail and we'll find something on TV.
A little Netflix and chill.
A little takeout and random channel flipping.
A stimulating conversation about old times. Inspiration.
Our dreams. What we hope to be.
I'll call you soon as I settle in.
Hop out of the shower.
Nitpick about the way that you've been on my mind.
The smell of incense and cocoa butter rubbed smooth on your skin.
It doesn't have to be anything spectacular.
A moment filled with the click of heels.
Just the simplicity of a moment filled with you
ADDA is our third space,
A beloved & sacred place.
Here we learn to love self,
In vibrations, in intuitions we do dwell.
Want to wane worries, or cross a treacherous path,
Or simply need a supporting act.
Join, sit back and relax.
Take center stage or enjoy the ringside view,
Glow in our spotlight, or enjoy the reflected hue,
When the clock strikes 9:30, we are there for you.
It is a time to learn, to play, recognise or to celebrate.
A game, an expert, language or science,
History, finances or rhymes,
Or a journey through times.
ADDA has it all,
Join to have a ball!
Sometimes,
A treasure of stories,
Living fantasies,
A deep dive into realism.
A playfield,
For a novice, one’s first tryst,
Where one grows from a seed to a sapling or a caterpillar to a butterfly,
A stage for an expert,
An attentive ear, a learned audience- push you further to gly
ADDA has seen, celebrated it all!
ADDA takes a special feel,
When our dynamic duo, grace the screen.
A smiling diva - heart melting, benevolent Ma Mansi,
A guiding light, ceaseless wisdom, path maker, Guru Shivo
ADDA is a journey,
Many hop in, hop out,
Stamping their imprints, many to follow.
Wheel is in motion; it will roll on…
People come & people go,
ADDA is a constant, one cannot ignore!
Started crashing out
With your picture on the dash
There’s no way I’m catching up
blew my engine trying to get to you
I wasn’t fast enough
Should’ve read the captions huh
Should’ve kept a side piece to avoid the loneliness
I ain’t get no answer trying to count on you
It wasn’t adding up
Hope you stay safe
Ima stay dangerous
I do the dash when i trip
You ain’t hop out the whip
You a crazy ass chick
Im a fool trying to hit
When you pop out the mouth
I’m trying to give you a kiss
I do the dash when i trip
You ain’t hop out the whip
Miss me with that
You ain’t getting back
I can’t count on nobody
Blue faces green fifties
After the bag till it’s with me
The world could get tricky
I pour my heart with some henny
Why these people don’t like me
They always trying to fight me
They know where to find me
It’s always what I say
It boils down to what I sow
Get me off speaker
Tweaking out my destiny
Hang up the phone
Popping out your mouth
Our sex is something
like a ritual
Love me for who I am
And not for my potential
I take another pill because the last one did not kick in fast enough.
Fourth nap of the day, feel disappointed when I wake up.
What do I have to do to get rid of this pain?
I am grumpy, and irritable.
My husband hides from me.
I have had a malady too long; I am exhausted and angry.
I do not care what happens next,
I am ready to close my eyes and rest
in a permanent way
My hobbies are not fun.
People have stopped visiting.
There is no purpose to my life.
I take another nap, and a few more pills.
When I wake up I am disoriented.
Is it day time or night? Do I even care?
I hear a tiny voice on my answering machine.
It is my four-year-old grandson.
I hop out of bed and give him a Facetime call.
As soon as I see his beaming smile, I know I want to live.
The sun softly stirs the strawberry tree
Provokes a lovely green bird to hop out
They snuggle and fondle when the cocks croak
A young boy joins them in a smiling spree
A happy farmer throws up rings of smoke
‘Bill, come here’, came from mom a tender shout
‘Good morning’, said the white crest from the sea
The soft morning moves into a dense day
The sea starts conversation with the shores
The light brown wheat fields soak up some cool sun
Fishermen jostle for space at the quay
Traffic jam on narrow roads has begun
The mom is busy in her household chores
They have two kids and the third on the way
How magnificent is the setting sun
The happy bird hops back into its nest
Darkness falls and slowly mingles with light
Mom speaks to the guests at her house in turn
On Bill’s birthday the stars are shining bright
It is indeed a splendid fun food fest
I take a dark chocolate and a bun
Commotion fades making room for silence
In the wake of a bright star and the moon
The green bird chats with the sun in its dream
Bill looks up his grandpa in the lucence
His sister reads on how to become slim
The guard shuts the doors at The Pantaloons
The owl is busy in a conference
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Sweet faerie reposes on mushy roof of a mushroom house
Swinging her legs in a casual, happy, carefree faerie way
Brownies gather around, watching, smiling, laughing
They have not seen a faerie since 1984, twenty-seven years ago
There is a joyfulness about the meadow today, creatures are frolicking
Newborn bunnies hop out to take a peek at this beloved visitor
Sparrows, robins and wrens briefly swoop past to take a glimpse
Butterflies and grasshoppers flit and flirt and dance with delight
A faerie visit on August fourth, what a marvelous sign!
Woodlands is alive with birdsong, trills, tweets and toots
One small faerie has changed the ambiance of the meadow
They cannot wait to find out what she is doing here….
High school times were lived with fun and ease
Other peoples opinions I didn’t care to please
Found friends who accepted me for who I was
Wanted to enjoy it, soak it up, it was love
Class became less important, became such a bore
Going to school and listening started to be a chore
Intelligence and ability weren’t the problem at hand
Needed a challenge, motivation, Teachers didn’t understand
Getting taught the same thing, same lesson plan everyday
Made the decision easy, I’ll just go a different way
Basketball I still loved, it had always been my addiction
My new ways were causing trouble, not my smartest transition
Wasn’t making the grades needed to stay on the team
There I stood watching, as it drifted away, my dream
My whole life’s plan, I gave away just like that
Figured quitting was the answer, now I’ll never get it back
Decided on a new plan, a new worthless occupation
I was self employed, getting hired? No complication
Welcome to the party, I’ll be your host for the evening
What ever your pleasure, just ask, it’s for the taking
Which drug do you prefer, I’ll be happy to oblige
Smoke some herb, do some coke, or Lucy in the Sky?
Never was a dealer, just a consumer if you will
Then a new addiction, one special little pill
Just weekend party fun, you know, only here and there
But the feeling it gave me, well nothing else could compare
Soon it was a daily thing, Tuesdays, Wednesdays and such
Next thing I knew, I couldn’t smile with out my crutch
Still to me, all these things didn’t seem a big deal
What happen to that speech, the one about how drugs kill
Friends tried to warn me, things had gone too far
But I couldn’t help by stick my hand, in the evil cookie jar
Harmless fun turned to mayhem, actions with consequences
Tragedy was lurking, hiding behind the fences
Time to get out, but I tell you, it had a good hold
These demons and these urges, was I strong enough to control
Found a way to slow down, hop out the fast lane for a bit
It was a good ride with good times, man what a trip
I really thought I got lucky, no major repercussions
Thought I was out of the path of total self destruction
But hold on tight, this is just the start, of things I’d have to kick
Darkness was upon me, but my eyes were blind, what a trick
Renegade trees pop up faster than dandelions all over my yard
I live in the country where I credit good old fashioned Kansas clay.
I wake up in the morning and bam, six new stalwart soldiers.
They guard wildlife as well as me, of course.
Fox, wolf, squirrel, bunnies, owls and cardinals live in these trees.
They prance or hop out sometimes, just to show me they are there.
I have elm, mulberry, willow, walnut, oak and acorns for sure.
I do not rake up any walnuts or acorns, preferring to feed squirrels.
I am rarely gone, but one time I was gone for four whole days.
When I drove down my drive, the trees waved in elaborate ways.
Their branches were flying up in the air on both sides, like a hello.
As soon as the car stopped, the waving stopped.
My husband asked me “What is up with those trees?”
“I think they were telling me hello,” I replies.
I hugged them extra hard that day,
And I swear they squeezed me back.
I kept passing up that contest, realizing its difficulty.
However, sometimes I do enjoy jumping into challenges,
but this one proved to be beyond and above mere difficulty.
After jumping into 'this river of cold water poetry', I was prepared
to hop out of those rapidly-flowing currents just as easily as I jumped in.
However, I reached a point of such uncharted waters that I decided
to master this feat of omitting the "O" vowel as if it never existed among
the 26 alphabets of the English language. I wanted out, but pride kept me in.
I proceeded as cautiously as I possible could, and after 20 lines and repeated checks for the "O" vowel, I thought that I had achieved my goal. So I submitted my poem to the contest, and after submitting it, I continued to check for any "O's" that I might have missed.
I tell you, I never realized that my sighting for the "O" vowel was so impaired. This is without doubt one of the most edited poems that I have ever written. I think that I am "O"-vowel-free in that poem, but you can be sure that I will continue to check, hoping that all the "O's" have disappeared by the time the sponsor finishes. Anyway, win or lose, I am a certain and proud winner in that Lipogram contest. And another thing, ......
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Sitting here in rush hour I moan and sigh
Horn’s honk, engine’s rev, a Monday to miss
Birds whooshing overhead as time ticks by
When from below I hear a squealing hiss
The tire! Is murphy's law to blame for this?!
I hop out to check and PLOP! That damn bird!
I pop the hood to a clang, clunk and creak
Was that the beep from the engine I heard?
I grumble and groan, I just want to shriek!
As cars whiz by, what a start to the week....
I start to tinker around when VvvROOM, SPLASH!
Surrounded by traffic rumbling past
One zooms through a puddle, my suit is trash
Coolant sprays up in my face with a blast
First day at the new job might be my last…
July 6, 2022
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