Long Olympics Poems
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TS Eliot said, “Paris is a strong stimulant.”
It is - but it has nothing on Manhattan.
If Paris is a Café Crème espresso at a café-en-terrasse under the stars.
Manhattan is a ‘Black Tie Bawls’ cocktail at The Crown bar (the skyline!).
We were going to relax - in Manhattan,
instead, keep those seat belts fastened.
Lisa said, one night, “Want to go out for a bit?”
Since then, I’ll admit, our nights have been lit.
We have ten days, and we’ve decided to try every Michelin-starred restaurant we can (there are 68 in NYC). So far, we’ve been to Eleven Madison Park, Le Bernardin and Per Se. This was Lisa’s idea.
The food is delicious - if you like a corn-flake with something on it or a steak the size of a bouillon cube ($250 per person with cocktails and dessert). As we left ‘Per Se’ I asked, “Can we get something to eat now? I’m starved.” I was only ½ kidding.
It’s MY idea to visit every beautix rooftop bar in Manhattan (there are exactly10). So far, we’ve been to, ‘The Peninsula,’ ‘230-Fith’’ and ‘NoMad’ - we’ve only been at these tasks for three nights.
We’re doing other things too. We’re going to Broadway shows (& Juliet, the Great Gatsby, Oh Mary!, Wicked) and to see Idina Menzel (Wicked, Frozen) in concert and a John Oliver and Seth Meyers comedy show next Monday. We do these, as in - Dinner, show, rooftop bar.
OH, and we’re dancin’ like we’re sentient - no cap.
Our sordid troup, is Lisa and Dave (her boo), Charles & Ms Charles, Lisa’s folks (Karen and Michael) and Lisa’s little sister Leeza and Meeeee. Luckily, we have one of my Grandmère’s conglomerate, executive secretarial minions (François) booking reservations for us. He’s got ‘contacts.’
Yeah, we’re drivin’ full speed towards summer’s end - “fo-shizzle” (to quote Snoop Dogg). We figure we can rest in New Haven.
Wasn’t Snoop fire at the Olympics?
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dance club songs, for this one:
One Kiss by Calvin Harris & Dua Lipa
Lipstick by Kungs
Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter [E]
Levitating by Dua Lipa
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slang…
café-en-terrasse = terrace cafe
Black Tie Bawls = (cocktail) Blavod black vodka, lemon, and Bawls energy drink.
beautix = top drawer, rizz
No cap = no lie
fo-shizzle = for sure
fire = great, a standout
[E] = explicit
As expected, Mars failed to arrive on time for the games
Space travel is difficult, compromised for non existent beings
Speculations run high that the media would not favor the USA
News reporters speak on Martian matters and on their behalf
Always have their way in such arenas with no figures
It was zero zero at half time
No one expected more
The end triggered overtime
Zero zero continued into eternity
As expected, the fans love good competition
Everyone knows in their heart
Earth is better than Mars
We have people for starters
We wonder what will happen in time
The Winter Olympics are right around the corner
Who knows how far Mars will go to score
Will they do any better on the toboggan or the luge
The news reporters favor the USA as usual
Or is it Mars
We see a bunch of zeroes in their future
No matter who they are
A photographer dreamed
Of a telephoto lens
Capturing light waves
From beginning to end.
Since time unleashed
When the Big Bang leaped
And particles began life’s history
In swirling clouds he wondered how
He might picture a piece of the mystery.
Through polished glass converging past
Planets, stars and seas
Of swirling waves that danced and swayed
No less than windswept trees.
As he focused his dream glass
Where present meets past
And depth of field is wide;
Where the image is clear and light streaks steer,
Far away from the photographer’s eye.
With shutter speed set like a fast speed jet
Blazing through the blue-white wispy above
Turning his wings on the bird that sings
And a girl who once stole his love.
Racing through time while continuing to climb
Higher through the prism of light
His finger feathers the button below
Capturing the moment in flight.
Lingering there in pure mid-air
Like a magic carpet in the wind;
Until jolted by the sun on its morning run
While still dreaming of that telephoto lens.
Maybe today, perhaps tomorrow,
He’ll capture the illusive the beast;
The athlete who strives for the best inside
Or the homeless sleeping in the streets.
He’ll stop small birds he’s seen and heard
With their colorful feathers, breast and crown;
And children playing in autumn leaves
Scattered on the ground.
Weddings and rings, flowers in spring,
Butterflies, wistful and bright;
Pollinating bees and hives in the trees
Or a harvest moon late at night.
Meadows and mountains, free flowing fountains
Ancient temples in faraway places;
Fireworks up high on the 4th of July
Olympics and fast car races.
But now fully awakened he knows he’s mistaken
About the focal length in his dream glass;
Lens lust is a photographer’s must
But this too, he knows, must pass.
Like water flowing in the river
And wind passing through thin air;
The world he sees through his own eyes
Is a wonder beyond compare.
(8/12/12)
We are gathered here together
To make this world better.
Athletes from every nation
Participating in this celebration.
Everyone with a goal in mind
To leave their mark at this time.
It mattered not if it was swimming
Pole vaulting , running ,volley ball
In the water or on the land
They was there to take a stand.
Then I stop and think and in complete awe
How this world gets together to reach a score.
All problems are forgotten at this particular time
As they cross the finish line.
If we can do this for this short spell
Then we should send these problems
All to hell.
Many walked away with smiles on their faces
And some with tears in their eyes , and not
Because they didn’t try.
The OLYMPICS come every four years
And they start training at a very young age
Just so they could climb up that two foot step
So that a judge can put a medal around their neck.
They do this for their own gratification
And to be honored by their nation.
To feel the joy that this event brings
Just like a ball player who gets that ring.
I salute you one and all -you have reason to stand tall.
Olive Branches
The scorching sun descends
Upon withered lands with no rain
Some trees are old and brittle
When the olive branch is cut and proffered
Open arms and take a new path
Never be a destroyer
Of dreams and new ways
It is often offered only once
Never lose those golden chances
When a poet rides on donkey under palms
Heed the words and the psalms
Humanity is better with one heart
Than none at all
Note: Inspired by the Rio2016 Olympics, when the Lebanon’s team
refused to get on the same bus as the Israeli team. Sadly
a wasted opportunity, I am sure those athletes had more in
common than what divides.
A bullseye again!
Can't miss.
Have practiced since I was ten.
Contrary to what people may say,
I have a talent.
And plan to keep it that way.
The Olympics are coming up,
My gold in spitting is coming up fast.
Momma says, "That can't be right.
No such sport as spitting!
I want you to stop tonight."
But I know it's true.
Otherwise, what else will the spitters do?
They are all in training too.
I've seen them as I pass through.
Cups held out to spit in.
Rolled down windows,
Spit in the wind.
Now it's my turn,
I can hit birds in flight!
Momma says, "You'll get over this.
Spitting is gross!
No one will have you as a host!"
Poppa says that spitting has a history.
Brass spittoons in every store!
Poppa says, "Come spit with me.
I bet you can even hit the top of that tree!"
I needed to practice every day.
Now I have a sport that even Poppa can play!
MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND A POW HE AND I ARE CELEBRATING OUR 9TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY WE WERE GOING TO GET MARRIED ON THE 4TH OF JULY BUT DECIDED JULY 8TH 2016 POLK COUNTY WHERE WE SPENT SO MANY YEARS VOLUNTEERING IN OUR CHURCH MILITARY ORDER OF THE PURPLE HEART SPECIAL OLYMPICS ROTC SUN N FUN AEROSPACE ACADEMY WE ARE VERY EXCITED AFTER EXTREME DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AS HIS WIFE DIED OF MS THE MANY POEMS I WROTE TO HONOR MS SURVIVORS OUR MEETING WAS DESTINED OUR LOVE IS AN AWESOME LOVE WE BOTH COPE WITH PTSD TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY ITS AMAZING WE SURVIVED JAMAICAN DEALERS BREAKING IN OUR HOME JAMAICAN FEMALES LEFT OVER FROM MY ABUSIVE E. HUSBAND PLOTTED TO HARM MY DISABLED VETERAN SPOUSE TODAY WE ARE STILL STANDING WE ARE AMERICANS ALL ARMY STRONG 101 AIRBOURNE POLK COUNTY VETERANS I ADORE FLORIDA WE ARE TRULY BLESSED CELEBRATING SU. N FUN AND US HOLY MATRIMONY AGAINST ALL ODDS WE SURVIVED THIS SENT MY STALKER MY FATAL ATTRACTION INTO A RAGE SHOOTING UP OUR PLA TS MY PRAYERS ARE WITH MY ENEMIES MY IDENTITY THIEVES IMPERSONATING MY IDENTITY HACKING INTO OUR LIVES FINALLY POINTING AN ASSAULT RIFLE AT MY POW HUSBAND HE CRIED IN MY ARMS VERY BRAVE GOD HAS BLESSED ME A D MY HUSBAND
What a year – Tim was just a little boy of 25 – naïve and
Lost in ‘innocence’ a critical time bomb waiting to happen
Blue-eyed he listened to Nena’s 99 Red Balloons flying high
While Band Aid wondered whether They Know it’s Christmas
Sticking plaster for an ignorant conscience
Plasters cast for broken souls and hunger
Summer Olympics in Los Angeles the world disunited
As the Soviet Union boycotted the Festival of Youth
Hollywood and Universal Studios Footloose competed
With The Killing Fields for consumption and Oscars
Dancing in full view of the Apocalypse
Khmer Rouge and Holding Out for a Hero
Miner’s Strike in Great Britain with Margaret Thatcher’s
Heavy handbag crushing legitimate opposition’s pickets
Reagan became ‘acting’ president and Space Shuttle discovered
That we have only have one lonely planet so we must muck it up
Cold War awaited nuclear freeze and
Hiroshima was declared a minor aberration
Metallica roared Blitzkrieg inferno and Armageddon
Iraq fought Iran and guess who was supporting whom
The US supplied Saddam Hussein with poison gas while
In Afghanistan they supported Taliban and Mujahedeen
‘The enemy of our foe is our good friend’
Coalitions must change freely in axes of evil
George Orwell comes to mind with Eurasia Oceania and
Eastasia altering alliances but then history must be forbidden
It can mislead young minds and wars have to be waged
For the sake of gory glory and self-righteous delight
Who reads books anyway and why and for what
They might seduce us to hail love and compassion
In 1984 Tim longed for flowers in hair scribbled Peace signs
On flare bottom jeans 20 years past The Sound of Silence
Had not mustered the courage yet to challenge the inevitable
Collusion of his inactivity with happy murder for money and oil
Slowly though he finds his belligerent voice and
Concludes that the 80’s offer more than nostalgia
Paris was the perfect place
To start these summer games,
From the opening flotilla
To the lighting of the flames.
Instead of an arena,
Athletes floated down the Seine,
Waving flags and wearing smiles we’d see
Again and yet again.
There was spectacle and music,
Very quintessential French
And the rain harmed no one’s spirits,
Though their clothing it did drench.
With the city as the backdrop,
Charm and beauty set the stage,
Introducing all the magic
The Olympics will engage.
What a wonderful distraction
And we owe it all to France.
For the next two weeks, I needn’t think
Of You-know-who and Vance.
Many people were licking their wounds in force.
Others counting their dead after the World War
Summer Olympics were held in Paris, of course.
Mussolini created Fascism, making Italians sore.
In USSR there was a new economic policy.
Many liked the idea of private enterprise now.
Of course it was touted to be more than it could be.
The limitations put on this made it less than a wow.
Japan was angry with the USA, felt it was not being fair.
Wanted to continue to fight them, put planes in the air.
Christian Nelson put in a patent for Eskimo pie,
Which is still made today. Still sweet with a sigh!
Snowfall caused a Washington theater to collapse, so….
Ninety-eight people died in this Knickerbocker fiasco.
Forty-eight states were in session in the USA.
Wyoming was the last one to join “back in the day”.
It was 1922, and the movies were made in black and white.
The neighbors had different opinions about flappers all right!
Women were smoking cigarettes and being lose back then.
All to the delight of many eager, amorous, fascinated men.