Long Hop up Poems
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Shadow Muse
by Odin Roark
What’s a scrappy old ghost to do
Whose graveyard fantasy
Has long passed?
I wander streets and alleys now
Still a companion to my muse
Who refuses to vanquish her shadow light
Nudging my silhouette endlessly
“There’s more” her seductive urge
We walk
She talks
We remain arms length
Her light betraying my non-existence
Cats screech at my presence
Mongrels sniff this visage
Forlorn and quizzical
They’re used to reality
Not shadows without object
My silhouette take repose each morning
Astride the lions of stone
Ever faithful sentinels
Guarding the library’s entrance
42nd St and 5th Ave play host to many ghosts
But no other whose shadow
Belies ghostliness
That freaks them out
Muse and me are in the library a lot
The stacks my real home/grave
Yeah
Between covers I’m supposedly alive
Words
Phrases
Pages past
Innocent students visit
Unaware we’re watching
Helping lift the burden of the words
Off the page
Into the eyes of curiosity
Maybe into the soul of the future
Midday
We always find a park bench
How I appreciate her honeydew presence
Perfuming my surroundings
The memories naked with
Torch song sonnets
Melodies my own
Invaders long ago exiled
My specter feeds the pigeons
No concern where the food comes from
They bob at the bench
Hop up on the shaded slats
Coo a tune about no real food
Fly off
Another reminder of imagination’s maybe
Wonderful what your mind can do
When it projects out of this world
Into another today
Yesterday
Hopefully one more tomorrow
New exciting whimsical things make me happy
Pink pigs prancing in party hats being sappy
Deliberate disco dancing dinosaurs delivers delight.
Lovely llamas lounging on lily pads bring me inner light.
Hobbies that cause my soul to hop up and down.
People who know how to smile, not smirk or frown.
Pirate ships full of women who have confidence galore.
These exciting things enthuse me forevermore.
Imaginative industrious igloos eliminate my ills.
Watching them watusi dance, brings me happy skills.
So many delights cause me to shimmy shake and smile.
I could keep writing these ideas up until they are strewn a mile.
Billy Carts and Marbles
Yes, we all played marbles when we were just kids,
Had a big ‘Tom Bowler’ and a bag full of migs.
Held onto your marble with fingers and thumb
No fudging allowed, and your eye was the plumb.
Picked out your opponent and stayed on the line,
Connect with a’ kisser’ that marbles now mine.
I also had swappies, a hand full of cards
Would take them to school and start bargaining hard.
I ‘ll swap you this one, if you swap me that
Get a pair or a set, so long as they matched.
We all had so many by end of the day
Then sort out our stacks, or just put them away.
Outside we played hopscotch, a tor we would find
Drew lines on the concrete, or dirt, did not mind.
Throw into the big squares then, hop up and down
On one leg, but out, if your foot touched the ground,
Or stood on the lines so we learned how to leap
Right into the square, not just fall in a heap.
A Billy cart made from old pram wheels and wood
Collected from tips, we brought home what we could.
With rope we would tie on, to steer the front wheels
Attached to the T Bar, would brake with your heels.
Then, down the big hill we would really fly fast
But if one just fell off, all have a good laugh.
On wet days we stayed in and played our board games
Tiddly Winks or Ludo, the boys had their trains.
But often outside in our gumboots would go
To play in the rain or built men in the snow.
For hours in raincoats all riding our bikes,
But if it was windy, released our stringed kites.
A skipping rope featured, also a big hoop
Even boys had a go when we looped the loop.
Kiss-Chasey when older, to catch out the one
A peck on the cheek, oh what innocent fun.
Our days filled with something, “I’m bored” never said
Up early each morning, then early too bed.
That bush school I went to, my memories still dwell
The Three R’s we learnt there, plus we all could spell.
At school Monday morning, the flag we would raise
Sing ‘God Save the Queen’ with respect would we praise.
Oh yes, I remember with fondness recall
Those days of my childhood; how we had it all.
Christine ©
When I look in the mirror, the face of a lion I see,
Although I am only a kitten who lives in a house.
I catch myself daydreaming about what I could be,
Running fast and hard at a zebra, instead of a mouse.
I spend my days alone: I primp, I play, I sleep,
Desperately waiting for my owner to arrive.
As the door slowly opens, I’m still in a heap,
Hoping it’s her, back from that dreadful 9 to 5.
She enters the house, and quietly calls my name.
When I hear her voice, I know it’s safe to come out.
As I run to meet her, the routine is the same:
Over the couch, under the table, my usual route.
After dinner is done, and we’ve had our fill,
She sits in her favorite chair and I hop up in her lap.
I purr as she softly pets me, and slowly lose the will
To stay awake as she reads, so I take a short nap.
When she finishes her book, and turns to go to bed,
I realize that the face in the mirror of a lion – a king,
Is just a reflection of who I am inside my head.
Although I am only a kitten, I have all…everything.
I was going to jump on the bed at midnight
While she slept to wish her a happy birthday.
But she looked so asleep and it was so quiet.
I did it anyway because it's funnier to go through with it.
It's not like I'm throwing a nerf ball at her head.
So I get my knees on the bed and hop up-and-down
And "whisper-yell," "happy birthday happy birthday."
And she's not upset, in fact, she's giggling.
And she whispers to me that she loves me.
I whisper to her that I love her, too.
And I leave the room with the bed
I just jumped and sang on.
And I'm 32.
I mean it's not like I fell off the bed
While jumping and hurt my head.
And made an owie.
I'm not 5.
I went to the docs for a blood test; routine
That morning I’d been on the weighing machine
So I knew my weight and my height… give or take
(And, okay, I don’t look a lot like a rake)
He asked me my height and he asked me my weight
Which I may not have known on an earlier date
I said, “Five-eleven and fifteen stone-ish,”
Then thought I’d impress him… “I eat lots of fish.”
But he shook his head with a quiet, “Tutt tutt”
As I sat and stared at the size of his gut
He told me that I ought to lose excess weight
I just had to say, “Are you serious, Mate?”
I think that upset him, for that’s when he said,
“Male, sixty-five? Hop up on the bed…”
Through dry lips I muttered, “O, heavens above.”
He said, “This won’t hurt,” and he slipped on a glove…
Heyyy friend, since we always UP to something, I wanna give a tribute to the word UP, because everyday of our life we do something meaningful with the word up.
So with that being said, I wanna know, what’s UP with you?
How many of these UPs did you do today?
hurry up, stand up, start up, write up
raise up, push up, speed up, mark up, fill up
come up, pull up, step up, climb up
drive up, straighten up, cheer up, tear up
rise up, lift up, run up, clean up, buckle up
chin up, pin up, put up, shut up
get up, sit up, hit up, spit up
woke up, broke up, spoke up
boot up, toot up, man up, hand up
chew up, blew up, screw up
walk up, talk up, hype up, type up
dress up, mess up, fold up, hold up
wake up, make up, break up
toss up, boss up, lay up, pay up
look up, hook up, took up, shook up
tighten up, lighten up, wrap up, strap up
save up, gave up, head up, made up
lick up, stick up, pick up
slip up, whip up, rip up, zip up
stock up, lock up, knock up
go up, show up, grow up, throw up, blow up
but never ever slow up
pop up, hop up, mop up, stop up
burn up, turn up, stuck up, luck up, f’k up
heat up, eat up, beat up, feet up
back up, pack up, rack up, jack up, stack up
but never ever slack up
I did a lot of these UPs today, but most importantly, I Stayed up and Prayed up…
Well, my “time UP,” lol
So what’s up? Can you think of any I missed?