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Science improves things, so they say,
can't prove it by me, take the clock
once it swung, and cockco's played
now it's silent, no tick or tock.
Old clocks clucked each tick and each tock
tongue to roof, they made a clapping.
Once they had arms and hands and locks
now they don't even aid napping.
Mum's the word with digital clock
zipped are those lips, no face, no brow
no sinister tock from Hook's Croc
no moon shaped face, no leaping cow.
Flashing red numbers, fanned peacocks
neon in trancers, with tin man hearts
lipless automatons in stock
toss them all from your K-mart cart!
Live I say get a grandfather clock
one with a face, two arms and heart
with a pendulum swinging tick tock
tick off the sleepers screw K-Mart.
Ooey, gooey, give me choc-o-lot!
If I must, I'll take it liquid hot,
But "wicked" like they fix it in Madrid,
Thick as porridge, satin sunburnt sweet.
(Not like here: sugar,milk and cocoa, mix and heat).
Give me some hot chocolate I can eat!
Drip-drop-dripping from a spoon!
Give it - give it to me in a box.
Tantalize my lips with luscious bits,
Rum and amaretto morsels dipped.
Give me it in chips or chunks or blocks.
And please not those from K-mart or the grocer.
We connoisseurs much prefer it kosher!
Give it to me Swiss or straight from France.
Hurry while I loosen up my pants!
I'll make do with anything you have.
Drizzled over ice-cream nice and smoothy.
chocolate is the universal salve.
chilled or warm, but slathered on it soothes me.
Make my ice-cream chocolate flavored too-
peanut butter swirls with fudge will do.
Be my ever sweet-tooth choco-fairy.
Finger-feed me bonbons. I'm your baby.
Feed me plump and succulent black berry.
Give me, give me, give me what I crave,
and I shall be your love-starved-choco-slave.
10/5/13
When I wrote this, it just flowed to me, like chocolate water; usually I have to sit and think a bit and poetry often does not flow from me in this way!
Baltimore cashmere fiskars tee-off
Building lines center points Centerville La Prada orange
Normal sesmatics North Carolina persuasions evident in my speech Forward Ultra Plus
Leaning torwards concrete discovers more
Interior Atlantic Cambridge clandestine
Bermuda temper-pedic Sealey SEALS ?? Evergreen
Miranda rights the west and the sand it’s etched in
The ta ta the Tatonik plates collide and intercept
As Life speaks only the devil intercedes
Revelon Remington' Winchester' Springfield
Browning Ruger Stealth
Alexi Morning Glory Lex Luger says
“Look at these traps set for my feet”
Lackland Jacksonville Fort Beautiful Baby sister says
“Zero-temperatures, Seal friend, catch my drift”
Little tree little bear Honey Brown touchdown
Land the metal I’m in the end zone now
Dangerfield Dangerzone Red-light special at the k-mart
Alburqurque Highway-6 city of the Purple Hearts
I-hop Utah sex drugs fast forward money stacked up
Anything you ask for
(children's poetry)
Ten little monkeys went out to dine
One ate too much and then there were Nine
Nine little monkeys went out for a mate
One got married and then there were Eight
Eight little monkeys went to a 7 -Eleven
One went to K-Mart and then there were Seven
Seven little monkeys had some ticks
One got sick and then there were Six
Six little monkeys went for a drive
One never made it and then there were Five
Five little monkeys were very sore
One went to the doctor and then there were Four
Four little monkeys played with the bees
One got stung and then there were Three
Three little monkeys went to the zoo
One toyed with a lion and then there were Two
Two little monkey went for a run
One fell dead and then there was One
One little monkey weighted a ton
It went in a crash-diet and now there are none!!!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2004-2008
December,10,2008
These old bodies,
Clutched
Like paper bags
Full of food,
Soaking wet
In a steady rain,
The bottom falling out,
Sent
Into the parking lot
Leaning
On
The wobbling heels,
The wheels of shopping carts.
You see,
The doctor’s office had been moved
To the shopping center
Next to Kroger
For optimal convenience
To the shopper,
So the patient follows
A path of crumbs
Like those seagulls
That have permanently
Abandoned
Water
For this sea
Of asphalt.
To the hospital
She goes,
Holding her heavy heart
To her chest
Pressed
Against
The steering wheel MRI.
The blaring horn won’t shut up.
On the way,
NPR,
With extraordinary
Casualness,
Reports
That, Today
The Rusty-Patched Bumblebee
Has been placed
On the Endangered List.
She thinks
As she listens
To the faint buzz
Of calamity
How quietly.
How calmly.
How privately,
For all the expected hullabaloo,
How actually
The Apocalypse
Unfolds
So ordinarily,
True
As a light
Left on
For the entirety
Of night
In an empty room.
They say,
At the ER,
That they’ve
Been
Expecting her.
An obese man
Sits across from her
In the waiting room,
Wired up to a wild, dripping octopus.
His T-Shirt reads
In big blue letters,
ATTENTION
K MART SHOPPERS.
My clothes came from
K-mart.
They were on layaway
Until school starts.
We would go out to eat,
Every now and then.
We would chill out when
Our parents would count to ten.
A treat on a hot summer day,
It was a popsicle.
We would take a break from
Riding our bicycle.
We would get allowance and
Buy fake cigs as candy.
When I was a kid,
Things were fine and dandy.
School everyone had to go,
It was mandatory.
We couldn't watch movies
That were bloody and gory.
We changed clothes to
Go out and play.
Street lights came on, you headed
Home; this was the way
Daycare was a neighbor,
Or older sibling.
You were spanked for lying
Or stealing.
You could not go outside,
when you were being punished.
You could laugh at someone's
dumbness.
We ate dinner every night
At the table.
When we were babies,
We were rocked in the cradle.
We played truth or dare,
Cops and robbers.
Boys grew their hair,
Quit going to the barbers.
We played red light, green light,
Simon says and tag.
Every day at school we pledged
Allegiance to the flag.
No bottled water,
We drank from a hose.
We could get muddy,
We had on our play clothes.
You memorized your address
And phone number.
We went on vacation or to
A camp in the summer.
When I was a kid,
We looked out for one another.
If you didn't you were spanked
By your father.
We watched cartoons on
Saturday morning.
We had family values,
A sense of belonging.
Turbo1904 ?
(Rhyming Couplets)
-children's poetry-
Ten little monkeys went out to dine
One ate too much and then there were Nine
Nine little monkeys went out for a mate
One got married and then there were Eight
Eight little monkeys went to a 7 -Eleven
One went to K-Mart and then there were Seven
Seven little monkeys had some ticks
One got sick and then there were Six
Six little monkeys went for a drive
One never made it and then there were Five
Five little monkeys were very sore
One went to the doctor and then there were Four
Four little monkeys played with the bees
One got stung and then there were Three
Three little monkeys went to the zoo
One toyed with a lion and then there were Two
Two little monkey went for a run
One fell dead and then there was One
One little monkey weighted a ton
It went in a crash-diet and now there are none!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
Sept.28.2014
I pass it every time Ava has a home volleyball game
and It makes me wonder about fate..
It’s a tree…growing outside my old classroom…planted in 1988.
It was for one of my Autistic students that this one tree came to be…
A wonderful student, his name was Eric…he had muscular dystrophy.
When Eric first entered my class…he walked on his tip toes…with great care.
Eventually his muscular dystrophy would put him in a wheel chair.
But he also entered with a reputation…I was told…all he did was cry…
and it drove everyone around him crazy because they couldn’t discover why?
I was told he could say a few words but as far as learning he was much too slow
I would come to find out it wasn’t Eric but our expectations that were low..
One day on a trip to the store…
(I’d strap him in the passenger seat of my van before we would depart)
I hadn’t driven very far when I heard him say…”K-Mart”.
As I drove and listened that day my thinking about Eric redefined…
He wasn’t just sayin random words…he was reading all the signs!
That day I learned if I listen to my students…sometimes they will lead…
for next to me sat the boy so slow…he had taught himself to read!
He couldn’t hold a pencil but he could write…in my heart and soul I knew it
so I found an old electric typewriter and wheeled Eric to it.
He commenced to typing us little messages…
and though his sentence structure was chopped
he began to smile a little more and we noticed his crying completely stopped.
Okay…it didn’t stop completely…but he didn’t cry as much
as his fingers walked along the keyboard and he found the letters he wanted to touch.
It was a minor breakthrough
he was still limited by his understanding and his muscular dystrophy…
but just so watch him smile as he typed…was good enough for me…
Muscular dystrophy, however, was immune to Eric’s charms…
and one night on summer vacation…he died in his mothers arms…
The staff and students of the school in order to commemorate his memory…
outside the last classroom he ever attended…planted him this tree.
And that’s why I think of fate every time I pass in front of Eric’s tree…
Thankful not only for what I saw in him…
but for what he saw in me.
Yeah, just grab an old rusty shovel, a case of Bud Light and hop in the back of my red
pickup truck, because us country boys are heading down to Sweetwater Creek to hunt for
some rare species of dictionary. Boy, don't you worry about nothing. We got plenty of
ammo. Uncle Willie, you know them dictionaries got some powerful stuff.
Yeah, they got all kinds of words that I cain't spell or spit out my mouth. Some folks
say, you can use them fancy-polished words printed in a dictionary. You boys know better.
We can't read, write or arithmetic! Boys, we need to shake a stick, saddle up and go
rustle up some wild dictionaries. To capture a wild dictionary, you need to wear
specialized Desert Storm camouflaged gear, and be very quiet!
Boys, its time for the hunting dictionary expedition!
Now, big Willie, listen to me good, when we find this critter, I am not settling for a
handshake, because I need to bust a few caps in those hind parts with my double-pump
shotgun. Boy, be quiet. Do you hear something rattling behind them bushes? Hey, look down
yonder! Oh, Nellie, I got a big surprise for that old slick Willy dictionary.
Well, I am a Southern Boy, with a background in cannon artillery and fire weaponry. I will
deliver the final blow and knockout punch with my deluxe K-Mart special, double barrel
Winchester rifle, equipped with a high-powered scope, aiming right-between-the-eyes of
the victim.
Big Willie, You know stuff is going to fly in every direction. Now, its time to grab that
slippery dictionary right by the tail, fling it straight up in the air and shake the
cobwebs loose! Just in case, we might have to tap it with a few more rounds of buckshot
from my shotgun named big Shirley. You know, just so I can let it marinade.
Man, I am so cool, when I captured this black double-breasted Oxford dictionary, I skinned
it and cleaned it and turn it into a thesaurus.
Posted By: Gregory W Golden Dated 16 Oct 2006
The first K-mart
opens its door.
Into space we
start to explore.
Motown Records is born,
It's from the soul.
We have new music,
It's called Rock n Roll.
For luck we carried
A rabbit's foot.
We kept phone numbers
in a phone book.
There were two
keys for the car.
The Barbie doll,
an instant star.
The kids had Bozo
and Howdy Doody.
We saw the first
drive-in movie.
We had I Love Lucy
on the TV.
We had no safe place
for safety.
In real-time we
experienced Beatlemania.
Our information came
from an encyclopedia.
Food stamps for
people in poverty.
Dallas Texas they
assassinated,
John F Kennedy.
We wrote in cursive and
can tell circle time.
We shopped at the
local five and Dime.
We used the first
electronic calculator.
We ate Swansons
frozen TV dinner.
We got our milk
from a milkman.
Our President was
Harry S. Truman.
We heard music
from vinyl LPs.
We had no color
on our TVs.
The government signs
The Southern Manifesto.
Vaccinations begin to stop
the spread of polio.
We had Dick Clark and
American Bandstand.
The papers read,
Say goodbye to Marilyn.
Turbo1904?