Long Linus Poems
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Embrace uncertainty
Living in timeplace where you are
Degree of the certainty
Isn’t that far
Now you perceive world around you
Out of Plato’s cave
Don’t let these bound you
Stop being slave
But neither become master
However you may object
This isn’t a huge disaster
People have right to reject
Integrable systems suggest
Health is about digest
Electrical engineering
Resistance to change protest
What is this circuit that makes
Life of the people so bound
Sense and point awakes
Each day is another round
Each person has own feelings
They can’t feel the emptiness
These are orange peelings
Orange gifts us happiness
The honorable Charlie Brown’s Christmas show is a stable in my house
As welcome as “not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse”
Linus’s blanket was used to help the tree look prouder that day
I anticipate the personalities of characters as the story line gives way.’
Lucy is as arrogant and bossy as every overbearing cousin I had.
Schroeder’s piano-playing prowess makes the melody seem glad.
Snoopy gives his best performance in this show every single year.
Pig-pen, the dust-magnet has no other phobias to fear.
Franklin, Sally and Linus all have their individual parts to play.
I anticipate their personalities, there is Patty, so merry and gay.
When she calls Charlie Brown Chuck, there is a fondness felt in my heart.
Charlie Brown’s Christmas Show gives the holidays a wonderful start.
It’s Sure not Miss Daisy
Drivin’
Ivan
The Over-Achiever
Be more
Igor
Big Eater Guy
Piggy
Iggy
The Straw Man
Flaxen
Jackson
Street Smart
Joseph
Knows stuff
Serial killer?
Gory
Jory
Would Love to hear from One
Call a
Jonah
The Extra Cautious
Wary
Jerry
So Burdened
Laden
Jayden
Get Him Deoderant
Smelly
Kelly
Being Cloned Thrice
Tripling
Kipling
This Guy Will Do
Any
Kenny
Who Needs To Weight Lift?
Scrawny
Lonny
Who DOES weigh lift?
Brawyn
Johnny
Halloween Lover
Scary
Larry
He’s got Tons of Them
Logan’s
Slogans
The Substitute
Stand-in
Landen
You’ve Got To
See my
Levi
So gross
Lucus
Mucus
More than Enough
Plenty
Lenny
Below Zero
Minus
linus
Our picture frame window
Is garlanded with evergreen limbs
Twined in white twinkling lights pinecones and fairy bells
And outside
From the dinner time dark that is a week before Christmas
Santa waves
Lit up like a little lantern
The hope for snow
Anymore
Any year
Has become as nostalgic as Perry Como
Singing from the static of AM radio
Golden retriever
Snuggles to my left
An arm rest
Our three-legged black cat
Asleep between my outstretched legs
Compensates
Dreams of a human leg attached to her empty hind joint
Cozies closer
Meows as if she’s running and leaping
Proper
My wife
On the other couch
Dressed in a red Christmas sweater
Her face clear and elegant as a glass ornament
Carefully preserved to our tree’s highest branch
Perhaps swaying alone in the living room
To the furnace vent
Our orange and white cat
A travel pillow
Wrapped
To the back of her neck
I can hear her purring from way over here
“What a shame Charlie Brown has been stolen
From us all
By Apple TV.” I say
“At least we have the memory.” My wife suggests
“Remember his destitute tiny tree
Decorated by Snoopy Lucy Linus and all their friends?
“And then together
They serenaded the snow falling
With Hark the Herald Angels Sing?”
“Yes I remember so well
It’s ancient message
First released
“From the year of my birth.”
LXII+ years old and he still carries a security blanket
Move over Linus
Van Pelt of Peanuts fame,
cuz yours truly
also psychologically lame
since prepubescence
mine noticeably long hair
delivered inner comfort,
yet found some classmates
calling me "hippy" by name
though other tormentors among them
hurled expletive laced offensive insults
even ethnic slurs much less tame.
Absolute zero
anti-bullying laws prevailed ahoy
when reasonably rhyming poet
just a little beastie boy
"mean kids" hurtful tactics
they did deploy,
though one bookish lad named Donald Hoy,
he rode the same bus as me,
and most likely practiced magic ploy
to ward off nemesis.
Impossible mission
to detangle mane reason why
I experienced omnipotent
hair reed bond neither thy
father, mother nor therapist
could understand or qualify
outsize (obsessive/compulsive)
significance well nigh
much more (hyperbolically writing)
blatantly mystifying and unsettling
versus comprehending meaning
regarding the bridge on the River Kwai,
whereat these long strands
emanating from scalp, I
imagined them extending
out into space into no fly
zone, and if adored locks threatened
with someone brandishing scissors
one puny lad would cry.
Parents did not berate,
when early within mein kampf,
no matter my mother did execrate
obsessive compulsive thoughts did instigate
long necked pencil geek son
did unwittingly irritate
analogous to Samson
(though Delilah not my mate),
I imbue power courtesy each golden lock
atop me addled sub tracked pate,
where fifty plus shades of gray matter
houses ticky tacky psyche substrate,
which doth bubble, gurgle and percolate.
Only upon taking me last breath of air
viz, when grim reaper delivers death,
I will unroll welcome me
Scottish Harris tweed mat without fanfare
(for this common man),
and just maybe allow, enable, and provide
thee opportunity for scissors
to lop off longish straggly hair
subsequently repurposed into a
security blanket ideally suited
to create creature comfort within lair
for garden variety and generic caveman,
who truth be told lives very near
yours truly in Schwenksville.
POEM FOR A LOST BROTHERMAN
Yo brother man
There is something
You need to understand.
Mama said to me
They drowned her pappy’s pa
Who actually jumped overboard
To be free;
Said papa was found hanging
From a China berry tree
For being uppidy;
She said pop was shot in the back
For being a strong proud
Militant black’.
Now just look at you;
Sitting sniffing shooting stuff
Like you don’t know what else to do;
Convinced that life is just too "tuff" for us.
Com’on brother, throw away that blanket of Linus!
Or do you still prefer to be less than zero?
Registering on a scale of one to ten, nought minus:
The branded number given to the long lost lethargic *****.
The Great Pumpkin Emerges For Dark Dreamscapes
The great pumpkin emerges
From the pumpkin patch
Sees her devoted fan
The little boy Linus
And his dog Snoopy.
Who is the only one
Who believes in him
As dogs often follow
Their owners everywhere
The most devoted fans of all.
The great pumpkin is a beautiful woman
She is the cousin of Satan
And emerges on Halloween night
To cause terror among the world
Inspiring madness
Among her demented followers.
She smiles at Linus
Says she will reward him
For his loyalty,
Linus is transformed
Into a tall handsome young man.
A “criminal: lawyer
Representing Satan’s business interests
The Great Pumpkin becomes his lover
As Linus conquers the world
Ushering in the end days.
With the Great Pumpkin by his side
And snoopy
Now a big German Sheppard
always following behind.
My Wife and I Went Driving Before Christmas
Kevin Davis 2024
One chilly night, my wife and I
Went driving where the lights shone high.
We turned a corner, dark and small…
And found the brightest glow of all!
There stood Rudolph, nose so red,
Shining brightly as he fed.
Beside him Frosty waved hello,
All made of snow from head to toe.
The Grinch was there with Max, his pup,
While Herbie pulled a tooth right up!
And Scrooge McDuck laughed loud with glee,
As Huey tickled endlessly.
The Polar Train came chugging fast,
With toys and treats to make joy last.
Susy Snowflake twirled with flair,
Beside her danced the Cinnamon Bear.
Piglet, Tigger, Owl so sweet,
Brought jars of honey as a treat.
Winnie smiled, and Christopher too—
Their Christmas wishes had come true.
Then Charlie Brown and Snoopy came,
With Lucy, Linus—every name!
They sang a carol, soft and clear,
“O Christmas Tree” for all to hear.
The Trio’s music filled the sky,
With notes that seemed to float and fly.
While George and Garfield, quick and spry,
Ran round the tree, both low and high!
And Santa stood with friends galore,
With Mickey, Minnie, dozens more!
His reindeer lined up two by two,
Their bells all jingling bright and new.
He called their names—away they sped!
“To every child, good night!” he said.
With gifts and cheer, he soared from sight,
A shining sleigh in velvet night.
We drove back home, our hearts so bright,
Still glowing from that field of light.
For Christmas magic, pure and true,
Lives on in me… and now in you.
sitting indian style on the grass lake front
singing songs that i have long forgotten
a little girl joins me today wrapped in her favorite blanket
she just got out of the hospital after having her 15th surgery
she suffered third degree burns on 47% of her body
yet and still here she is a survivor and smiling, inspiring and humbling me
she asks me if i am feeling better
i reply by saying i should ask you that
she laughs and says 'things still happen to you silly'
i give her a butterscotch lollypop and watch her eyes glow widely in appreciation
we quietly appreciate the quiet and the calm that it brings
i see the tears flow from her eyes, but i say nothin to disturb her moment
i just smile and adjust the blanket that she named Linus
she rests her head on my right arm and falls asleep
it is then her mother taps me on the shoulder and says 'i think i will take her now'
with hands up, jokingly submitting, i tell her 'she still chooses you over me'
she puts her hands on her hips and says with a kiddingly accusatory smile 'i am beginning to wonder more each day'
she picks up the little girl and looks back at me and mouths an unexpected 'thank you' followed by tears
i simply nod, give her a smile of understanding, and wave goodbye
exactly two hours later, while still sleeping the little girl's little heart suddenly decided to stop
she was just two weeks into year 7
now each time when i come to sit indian style on the grass lake front,
i bring a blanket similar to Linus with me and lay it strategically on my right side
i gentle wind blows specifically where i lay said blanket, aptly named Lucy
i guess that is the little girl's way of saying hello and sitting next to me now
Remember Her I Will Always....Rest In Peace, Sweet Little Survivor....
My favourite comics is the Peanuts strip
Featuring 'good grief' good old Charlie Brown
Reading it takes me on a pleasant trip
Especially when Snoopy is around
Charlie Brown's faithful beagle is Snoopy
They get along with each other quite well
He can be sneaky when he is ready
Yet, just when and where, you can never tell
When Linus, in one hand, holds his blanket
The thumb of his other hand in his mouth
Snoopy sneaks in, suddenly grabs hold of it
Then runs around, spinning him all about
Yellow Woodstock is Snoopy's feathered friend
He bounces up and down when he's flying
On Snoopy's friendship he needs to depend
He alone knows what Woodstock is saying
Snoopy flies off in his Sopwith Camel
To the skies to battle the Red Baron
They both engage in a fearsome duel
Each trying to outdo the other one
Snoopy dances around when he's happy
If Lucy is close by, she must watch out
He would dance up to her very closely
Lean over and then kiss her on the mouth
19/05/2015