Long Hopper Poems

Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV
 Part One                     ...

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1.    John Desmond Patrick Keegan
2.    Alfred, Lord Tennyson 
3.    Sally Aline Mae Beller
4.    Charles Edward A. Berry
5.    Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce...

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Roaring Twenties

Nostalgia and age like bacon and eggs,
With buttered toast and jam on the side for breakfast;
And coffee, and a glass of orange juice to drink,
And a memory in-between to rethink.

The day begins with boring...

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Verse 1  
All is very true according to
Enjoy you God and all you provide
I thank you God for my life, my life

Chorus:
Maybe I will write a lyric, that will encourage the masses
Maybe I will...

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   Storms seductive desiring of dreams   
   Forms favoring moonlight of beams
    Craving hearts upon starlit nights
    Waving wands of unicorned flights
 ...

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Ever wonder, the sort of things that Dragon and Hubby do when together?
Well never fear, I’m here to explain a Spring Day routine in good weather.
Easter was upon us, as they worked out in the...

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The meeting of the "Downhill Gang" was top of Pekrul Hill,
And everyone was there with parts galore,
For they were building racing carts from planks and buggy wheels,
To challenge us and settle untold scores.

The "Pekrul Boys"...

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We all think that when we were young 
The sun shone for 23 hours a day
Not altogether true
But it seems that way in hindsight
But things always look better looking back
They were more innocent times
More naïve...

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curt hissy Matthew Scott Harris
who wishes ewe well
to make $cents of the following
mumbo jumbo lettered gumbo.

Hip puck crease see
(ad hoc) key hide dee claim
haint how my noggin 
comports itself to take aim,
cuz ear lee aire...

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Commodities calmly caressing. Calling carrots. Calling capers. Calamity is not an injested window wiper nor a window sill so dare to jump off a pinnacle to declare justice. Arachnid akmed. Duty done. Swerved to serve....

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The original version of this piece is too long for me 
to post in its entirety, so it had to be sectioned off. Of 
all that I've written, I am most proud of this work...

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Inspired by the painting Automat by Edward Hopper in 1927.

The painting shows a lone woman sat at automated restaurant table.

Viewing the painting will enhance the poem.

Centre stage yet unseen, star still observable when no longer...

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Once thy future spouse (Abby Zison) found herself in the family way
  (with what would turn out to be the first of our two daughters – i do say
  determined and sealed the...

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A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth 
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep

C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or...

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Rhythmic sound of a distant train as it travels on an old section of track.  It's lonesome 
whistle, carried by the wind to my ears, pulls at something inside me.

The train and it's chorus...

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Grenade (The McDonald's Version)

-Please note some things/words may not make sense to somebody who has not worked at McDonald's :)
 


Dump dump dump and salt, that is all I do

Fill the fry hopper and make...

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A spider in a clock makes the hands sing. "clock right you can nearly sing it la la la". Whilst ignoring pan handles whilst sweeping the floor is not very wise. Pan handles can and...

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A huge grasshopper came our way one day
couldn’t help but catch it, couldn’t let it get away
Just wanted to observe it, the biologist in me
never saw such a thing with its kind of beauty

Bright green...

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I once had a rabbit named Hopper. 
My father had bought him for me on my birthday. 
He was small and all white except for little black spots
on his back. He was a happy little...

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"Maybe I am not very human - what I wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house. There is a sort of elation about sunlight on the upper part of...

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the canto of begging

1.
when the morning sets in
with the sun rising in the east 
i put on the dress of a beggar 
extended up to the horizon
and the canto of my begging starts 

i beg...

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It seems I really loved to hop around,
 to have my feet come off, then back on ground. 
I got a pogo stick I used all year
 and wore out quickly once I learned to...

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Light is kin to vapor, 
	to certain fogs, 
	and the effervescence of ideas,
	yet Edward Hopper’s summer light, 
	when it comes late in the afternoon, 
	is solid, opaque,
	the color of soft butter,
	heavy with heat and remorse,...

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Behold the beauty!
a bliss! a miracle!
deep in azure cloak,stretching end to end,
at far horizon burns an amber ring,
morphing sleeping sapphire sheet in tangerine ;

harbinger of dawn!

birds rise high,dancing in skies
escorting the soothing rays,chained in feathers,
bathing...

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salad poetry & salsa-dance

…thus riding on a memory-bicycle those people who used to go to pick up dry straws grasses 
twigs from the daily-payment of the squirrels  are neither the husband of any wood...

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