Long Katie Poems
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Morris Jackson “Mo” Brooks
To a senate race looks;
Trump has rescinded,
Chances now ended?
Katie Britt
Makes my teeth grit.
Oh well, God bless her,
Shelby successor.
Mike Durant
Vote issue, recants
Some say reversal
Endorsement rehearsal
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*Mo Brooks, a sitting U.S. representative from Alabama's 5th congressional district, is taking a run at the senate seat being vacated by Richard Shelby's retirement. Early on, he was critical of Donald Trump, and also vocal in his agreement with Mike Pence that the election could not be overturned. For this, he may suffer the wrath of Alabama voters through a barrage of political attack ads from Katie Britt, his main opponent until Mike Durant, a later entry in the race, started surging.
*Katie Britt formerly clerked for Richard Shelby, who is retiring from a long-time career as a U.S. senator from Alabama. She's carefully positioned herself as a Trump conservative through a blitz of ads covering Mo Brooks' early criticisms of Trump. Her voice seems very "affected" on her commercials...
*Mike Durant is running for U.S. Senator for Alabama to replace Richard Shelby. Initially, clearly indicated we needed to "move on" when asked about 2020 campaign fraud. Now that Trump has rescinded his endorsement of Mo Brooks, appears to be reversing his former position. Speculation is that he's "simping" for a nod from Trump...
Katie was upset because she lived far away
Her job was lousy, she had no money for a rainy day
She asked her brother Rich for money but he said “sorry, no”.
Her mother had to die without her, for Katie had no way to go
Two years later she sent a letter to the executor, her brother.
Please, she said, “could I please have the ruby ring of our mother?”
Rich sold the house, and forgot to share proceeds with her, not one two-bit.
He told her that his wife had the ring, and loved it, so she could not have it.
Years later she saw the ring on the finger of a woman on a bus in Lurr.
She said “My mom used to have one just like it, it is beautiful, for sure.
Ring-wearer asked, “Is your name Katie? Are you from uptown Ming?
Katie nodded her head, and the woman handed her the ruby ring.
Your brother and I once were married, she said.
But he is a selfish man, stingy even in his head.
I was coming to Ming to find you and give you this ring.
Katie felt her mother with her that day, her soul began to sing.
A is for Annie Apple Blossom she buds in the Spring.
B is Betty Baby Breath she's such a dainty thing.
C is for Miss Candy Tuft pink-cheeked with hair of gold.
D is Debbie Dandelion who never does what she's told!
E is for Easter Lily she's as white as snow.
F is Francie Fairy Bells who ring-a-lings where she goes.
G is for Ginny Gardenia perfumed oh so sweet.
H is Holly Hocks a Tomboy, she has two left feet!
I is for Inca Lily dressed in colors light.
J is Joanie Jump-Ups, Johnny's little sister bright.
K is for Katie Kangaroo Paw her nails are painted red.
L is Lila Lady Slipper who stays too long a bed.
M is for Merry Morning Glory dressed in pale blue.
N is Nancy Narcissus who trumpets ""toodeloo!"
O is for Olivia the Ox-Eyed Daisy dolly.
P is Patty Petunia, her pancakes are a folly.
Q is for Queenie Anns Lace her dresses all have ruffles.
R is Ruby Rose-a-lee who almost always shuffles.
S is for Sandy Snap Dragon tall and thin. petite.
T is Tallulah Tulip her clothes are so off beat!
U is for Uma Umbrella Flower, sweet and sunny.
V is Vicky Violet she plays with Easter bunnies.
W is for Wendy Water Lily she'd rather swim than dance.
X is Xana Xmas Tree in Winter she's entrancing.
Y is for Yani Yarrow, a girl so bonny fair
Z is Zelda Zinnia, she pinning Yani's hair.
All our girls are fine and strong, so beautiful and brave
Not a single one of them would think to misbehave!
Bio: Wise woman.
Walk on Water
I was a tear drop in your ocean
I was a ship wreck in your sea
And now you won't even…. talk to me
Now you're walking on water
just to walk away from me.
I'm holding a picture of you
and its slowly fading ….A…way,
I warned you about Katie and Pete
kissing yeah kissing!
Right In front of me!
So, you killed the messenger
And the mess..en..ger was me.
Now you're walking on water
just to walk away from me.
I was a tear drop in your ocean
Another shipwreck drowning in your sea.
I’m holding a picture of you its slowly fading from me.
I'm sitting here just dying
Dying all alone.
I'm painting a picture of you but
I can't remember the color of your eyes.
Are they green, hazel or blue.
So, in December I'm going for
A long walk in the mountain snow
And I'm never coming back to you.
I was a tear drop in your ocean
A shipwreck in the sea.
So you're still walking on water to walk away from me
(c) London F. BuSS. 2024
"Who Do You Think You Are?"
She said, “Do you think LOVE is real?”
He said,
“LOVE is all there is.
It permeates all dimensions and all are asking for it.”
She said, “How can that be,
when throats are cut and lives beheaded on screen real time
and forgotten on a flippant air wave?”
He said,
“The World is estranged like a child and parent,
like a lover scourned,
wanting Me,
present,
to answer
Everything"
She said, “Do you not have all the answers?”
He said, “Inside you, there is me. You All have the “Answers".
Silence
is a door closed
on real
LOVE
Backs turned
are a united
child
spurned and
recalcitrant
wanting
answers
for
Honest
Men
and Women.
Disbelief
Never begs;
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
1 Corinthians 13:13
"Black Hole Sun" Soundgarden
https://youtu.be/TZThOsCv2Mw
"Black Hole Sun" Chris Cornell (beautiful rendition)
https://youtu.be/oObvBpsTxEk
"Black Hole Sun" Katie Noonan (beautiful rendition)
https://youtu.be/BdANzSLTRQ4
A shattered heart; tears spilling like rain
No one would ignite the flames of my desire
To this, I swore an oath to never love again
until the kiss of a friend, kindled in me a fire
His touch was not expected, but felt so right
He quoted poems of Byron and then his own
Poetry 'neath the stars, I fell in love that night
I gave myself eagerly; my heart did condone
We walked along the shore, clasping our hands
He pulled me close, then we began to explore
A time of awakening was not among my plans
I quivered in his arms, wanting so much more
My oath was then rescinded, but I'm not at fault
I'll blame it on the moon, the glimmer of stars,
and passionate kisses that unlocked the vault
to rid my wounded heart of its jagged scars
~ Inspired by Katie Melua's 'I'll Blame it on the Moon,'
written by Mike Batt.
I have a little rule at school.
If you did not hear it with your own ears
Or see it with your own eyes it did not happen.
This could eliminate a ton of problems but it does not
This happens more times than you would believe.
I have a friend problem.
With whom?
Katie.
Should we pick her up and try to solve it?
Okay
So R.B. , the reporting child and I
Travel the length of the building, go down the stairs and disrupt the class to ask for Katie. I take the 2 girls to a quiet corner after explaining to Katie that I need her to help us solve a problem.
I ask R.B. To please tell her side of the story.
“Nancy said that you said that...”
I stop R.B.with a “Whoa!”
Reminding her that if she did not see it or hear it, it did not happen.
R.B. is usually an easy-to-manipulate-pliable-quick-to-anger-girl.
Oftentimes she argues that her friend would not lie to her.
This is not totally her fault. You see R.B. Stands for Readily Believes.
Unfortunately master instigators keep R.B.’s in almost constant turmoil.
Fortunately, I am wiser than the instigators and usually pick them up next.
It amazes me how often an instigator will call the pliable R. B. a liar in a mean way.
Does this ruin things the next time the instigator decides to stir up the R.B.?
Perhaps you have forgotten what R.B. Stands for.
Katie was upset because she lived far away
Her job was lousy, she had no money for a rainy day
She asked her brother Rich for money but he said “sorry, no”.
Her mother had to die without her, for Katie had no way to go
Two years later she sent a letter to the executor, her brother.
Please, she said, “could I please have the ruby ring of our mother?”
Rich sold the house, and forgot to share proceeds with her, not one two-bit.
He told her that his wife had the ring, and loved it, so she could not have it.
Years later she saw the ring on the finger of a woman on a bus in Lurr.
She said “My mom used to have one just like it, it is beautiful, for sure.
Ring-wearer asked, “Is your name Katie? Are you from uptown Ming?
Katie nodded her head, and the woman handed her the ruby ring.
Your brother and I once were married, she said.
But he is a selfish man, stingy even in his head.
I was coming to Ming to find you and give you this ring.
Katie felt her mother with her that day, her soul began to sing.
I took umbrage over a comment in a current blog, in part stating that poetry, "... is a battlefield..." No. There should be no gauntlets thrown, no darts hurled, and no negative words hurled as if Poetry Soup is a battlefield. I was motivated to write...
Over and over again, blogs become a wallowing hole
where ugliness brews contempt and always takes a toll
on those who are trying to make a simple observation.
Someone takes offense and that provokes confrontation
by a tadpole who'll be a frog and not Prince Charming.
Ya know... the narcissistic type who think it's alarming
that they're ideas are not accepted by others on the site.
Then, it's "Katie, bar the door" and get ready for a fight!
Pollywogs keep swimming in rippling waters of the Soup,
where they take a dump, but don't think of it as 'Poop.'
Blogs are sandboxes where nasty words become litter.
Catty remarks are made by the arrogant and the bitter.
Not surprising, the same ones cut up with their mocking.
It's the same MO they use when they come a knocking...
knocking on new blog doors and causing a ruckus inside.
That's crossing a line that no one should ever take in stride.
Some abuse blogs, as if they're churches or synagogues.
If any part of Poetry Soup should go, it should be the Blogs.
Not as some redundantly claim, should be poetry contests...
Objected to by rallying sponsors and poets in fervid protests.
Blogs serve as playgrounds but break all schoolyard rules
when some can't stop themselves from acting like fools.
There's fighting and tugs of war... never for a good cause.
Gettin' tough over trivial stuff puts a pinch in their drawers.
For gosh sake, act like adults instead of flakes and nuts.
There's never and excuse for acting like a rattlepated putz.
First loves are hardest to get over
They stay with you till your last day
She helped me learn what love was
And her name was Katie Mae
And when I was just a boy
She helped me become a man
My destiny seemed to rest there
Right in the palm of her hand
But little did I know she
Would spread her wings and fly
Leaving this lost and lonely boy
Filled with emptiness inside
She was honeysuckle in May
The best one in the bouquet
Her sundresses always tempted
And her name was Katie Mae
Now when I look back on my memories
My cloudy mind becomes so clear
I can picture her in the hallway
It's stuck with me all these years
I remember asking:
Katie May I talk to you real fast
Katie May I take you to the prom
She smiled and softly said yes
My inhibitions soon were gone
From that day on my whole life changed
It would never be the same
I spent that summer, living my dreams
In the arms of Katie Mae
But young love has a way
To somehow grow apart
Leaving holes that still reside
In that once young man's heart
I hear Katie's married now
And she's finally settled down
But one day I got a call
Saying she'd be back in town
I remember how I felt
Mixed emotions ruled that day
Yet somehow I traveled back
To another time, another place
So I asked her:
Katie may I take you out to dinner
Katie may we talk about old times
Katie mae said she would have changed things
Said she was young and she was blind
I just smiled as I sat there
Thinking about what she had said
Hanging on to every line
Wishing, as we reminisced
I daydreamed:
Katie may I take you to the movies
Even heard Katie Mae say I do
These were all the things I once hoped for
If Katie Mae only knew