Long Hopscotch Poems

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Once there was this little girl…
She had big doe brown eyes and a beauty mark on her upper right cheek. Her name was Ella Rose. One day...

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En-trumped

There are many en-tities. Narrative psychologist speak of living and telling 
a story. Our lives should be as we en-live them and en-story them. We tell 
our tale as we see it, at the moment...

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I was in the shotgun seat
in 1960 Lansing Michigan
headed straight as a harddrive
through ghettoizing "Negra Section"
hunting down our commercial whitebread 
heavenly ThriftyAcres

Wanna be a WalMart ImPlantation
but not Southern enough,
somehow,
to withstand straight-male competition
in fluent White Privileged...

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Driven by the forces around you driven by the forces behind you
Driven by forces above you driven by forces beside you, driven by
Forces all around you. The mouth is moving up and down but half...

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Life is way too short for some, and far too long for others -


“Says here, ‘Lester Kiblingworth - a former county sheriff - and oldest man in Sidwell, passed away at one-oh-three,’” 
I announced to...

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I feel like hurting myself, I’m sorry, Lord
Don’t know why I feel the urge crawl into me
With crooked, malicious, wicked discord
I need scars of soaring, eager sympathy 
To be my shadow beneath me
I love the...

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I used to be obsessed with fashion, caring far too much about clothes,
Like the sun whenever he's coming and going, is striking vanity's pose.

I lavished absurdly upon my wardrobe, in excess of what was practical,
Like...

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Yesterday brought not a storm, 
But a suffocating stillness.
Everything stopped.  
My throat grew dry.  
My bones began to ache.  
The silent but constant rhythm of my little world seized.

Everything stopped.
Then in exactly...

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Many, many years ago, when I was but a child…my friends and I would play the coolest games. 
Now…when I think back about those sweet and happy times…it always makes me smile to hear their...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Way Down South           
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: June/2014


Growing up
way 
down south 
in
Florida -

was like
a 
fiesta -

We would
go to
the
beach,

swim, run,
and 
play

in 
the white 
sand -

and
soon as 
we
get home,

It was 
time 
to raid 

the 
sugarcane 
farm -

Life
was sweet,

in
the
Sunshine
State -

Each day
was 
better than
the
day before...

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What do I see when I drive through my old neighborhood?

Not the familiar cookie cutter houses or the elementary school I attended with my friends. Instead…

I see my ten-year-old self clad in saddle oxford shoes...

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You bite that apple!
Give it a go, put on a show
There is no shame
You said shame is a sham
And clams are happy
Do they hop or skip?
Tripping along the seafloor
Playing hopscotch
Eating numbers like cookies
Chips Ahoy!
Sleeve after...

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Written: May 09, 2024

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The Florida of My Youth – The Games We Played
By Franklin Price
10/20/2019

Our family had no TV 'til nineteen-fifty-three
We had a console radio we listened to for free
No quality of FM only AM which was grand
At...

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EXCERPT (Approximately 30% of Poem)
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Rainbow Surplus suppressing it’s limelight on the wonders of thy guillotine. Eat a planet with betadine. Horoscopes orders. The empire shines bright on double d’s. Who’s to say Peter hasn’t squandered his own stability? It’s...

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Why is the winter soo long?
 why do i blame myself?
Tell me its not allowed
perfect world

I never knew what i was gonna be
Its true and what about your therapist
and whose not invited
I'll lead you to...

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Try as I might....I could not get it right
Small fingers that stretched over the chipped ivory whites
While scrunching her face, with that crabapple frown
She would tap out the beat, with her eyes looking down
"One, two,...

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Back in my day shell suits were the latest fashion 
And I made sure I wore my diamond socks with a passion 
The only sky I knew was the one up above my head 
No...

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These are the times you wish
you could pack it all up and be a kid again:
Take me away from the Now
and into the Then

(that's where I wish to descend)

Back when it was all so crystal...

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Compared with us, the kids today
Too little play and too much weigh.
Alone indoors they snack and sit
And buttons hit, while we stayed fit.

We'd quickly chores and homework do,
Then dash through doors to fun pursue,
To basketballs...

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Behind caution tape, I stand in the shade
watching a wrecking ball, tethered to sway
And soon with a gasp from the crowd standing by
A piece of the past is ready to die

I am seeing a lifetime,...

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I don't need to remember what it was like  to be  a kid

 I don' t need to memorize where all the fun had been .

It was  in  the unique moment...

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A TOUCH OF NOSTALGIA (Fitton Hill Story Group)
When we were little we would all gather                    ...

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Reminiscent of the America I Knew

Seventy years have come and gone as though
 it was a watch in the night, 
and if we would choose to turn back the clock 
we can’t even if we...

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