Long Jammies Poems

SAMHUINN
Wi samhuin fast approaching
When people start tae dread,
The gates of hell burst open
For the festival of the dead.

Bane shanks lifts his scythe
And scrieves his words in fire,
Welcome tae this earthly plane
Or be cast upon the...

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It begins with a chase, where I jump swerve and run
Always two steps ahead of my frustrated mum
I duck under the table and knock over chairs
rush down the hallway and dash up the stairs

When finally...

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One Step from the Fire

Martha lounges in her rocking chair book in knotted hand in her studio

On the wall a poster of Chipperfield Circus whom she had wanted to join

Just above a small marble statue...

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Many times, I stared at it from my bedroom. Every time I looked at it, it sent chills down my spine, and it rose the hairs on my skin. I fear it, I've always feared...

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Suburban Spring	
(4.15.10)


	Springtime fills the air, 
			like laughing gas.
		(Or maybe more like whiskey.)
The suburbs are drunk on the nectar of it's dawn.
	Middle-class houses 
			are starting to dance.
		(Or maybe they're just wobbling.)
They vomit whole families onto their...

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I went to sleep on Christmas Eve and woke up in the past
With cotton footed jammies on, that I was ten when I wore last
I saw a man who looks like me, who I realized...

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Mommy,Mommy, who took you away?
Don't you know I need a warm bath and I so want to play?

Where are you, Mommy? You were not even old!
Daddy told me a virus took you.
How can I cover...

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'twas 'pon a Venice 24-hour layover, when two male members of our airline crew had quite the separate, yet different, adventure.

Flight attendant Number One, who speaks Italian, thought it would be fun to fly his...

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The older I am 
The older I get
Finding myself doing the same
Thing, again and again

Nothing in life 
Ever much changes
I'm so predictable
But then you knew I would say this

It all has to do
With my attitude
But...

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I remember wearing my long sleeved, pink, fleece footsie jammies 
We walked to the Fiesta on Fulton and Quitman.

I can recall waiting in front of the quinceañera place to cross the street
It was bright and...

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& when you finally die,
they will not let you rest---
for to finally get to enter every orifice
of your once secret world
is something that vultures dream of
late at night,
before cumming in their jammies
to the thought of...

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In the news today
I watched in despair
I saw Michael Jackson
With gnats in his hair

I wish this would end
This media plight
Take all the evidence
It will all end tonight

He arrived a little late
Had a warrant for his...

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She's sitting there, looking at me,
while I pretend that I don't see
that look of longing in her eyes,
that look that comes as no surprise.

It's a forlorn look that seems to say, 
Do you have time...

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"Work pals who Zoom together, stay together." (taken from an article "36 captions for Zoom Meetings, not attributed to anybody in particular)


I’d never heard of Zoom before a few short years ago.
But in my teaching...

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"Play With Me"

Come play with me and have some fun
pick a card and choose a game
Better still
we'll play them all one by one

The first card is the swing
it tells us to close our eyes
Imagine swinging...

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Babies


Babies trouble me.
I am always wary about what
it is that they know –
that they aren’t telling us.
Can their toes really taste that good?

Babies are a lot like snowflakes.
No two are alike.  I like to...

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Fresh shower and a shave
First one I've had in days
Clean pressed jammies, and new sheets
Off to meet the girl of my dreams

I pull down tight on the shades
Hoping against hope I'm not running late
We get...

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Heard the term “outside the box”?

What box are they referring to?

Sitting in my jammies at my computer

Don't see no box, do you?

A term you hear a lot these days

What can it possibly mean

This old guy...

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Adam Actually Aced An Awesome Adventure
Bradley Boldly Baked Bad Beef
Christopher Canned Cut Cold Cuts
David Dunked Darla Dimple
Evan Ecstatically Escaped Every Eagle
Franklin Flipped Fat Franks
Gary Gerrickson Gave Gary Ginton Good Gooey Guavas
Harriet Had Hot Ham
Impish Idiot...

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Can’t remember the match, just the magic of the fire
We were both oddly lured -  a forbidden desire
Eyes glued to the flame.  
Was it fire we blamed?
Or that childhood game?
So miraculously sacred with...

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This 'Heroic' Crown of Sonnets, I am posting as seven separate Sonnets, for ease of reading.  This is written with thanks to a fellow poet, who is most likely too modest to be mentioned,...

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Heard the term “outside the box”?
What box are they referring to?
Sitting in my jammies at my computer
Don't see no box, do you?

A term you hear a lot these days
What can it possibly mean
This old guy...

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The Babysitter

Little Patti Mouse
Use to come into my house
And Mom and Dad would leave
And Patti would be mean.

She was the babysitter.
We couldn't do a thing.
We couldn't get a drink
Or go out on the swings.

We had...

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The time the children dread most is approaching.
They know the clock on the wall doesn't lie.
They might feign exhaustion, pretend to be busy,
But Mom can see through the ruse.
"Bedtime," she says. "You know the drill."
"Potty,...

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I have that Sunday feeling 
you know the one I mean,
I should be up and dressed by now 
but I’m really not that keen.

I have that Sunday feeling 
that comes before a tiring week
it’s even...

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