Long Pogo Poems

I must say Peter, I've had the most extraordinary day. It all started when I woke up this morning. I was brushing my teeth with this new toothpaste Pepsibrite and literally after just a few...

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Jim Daley and Joe McCarthy had something in common. They died at 80 going to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Walt O'Brien, their protege, found this out when he called the homes...

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Coffee or tea?

Fragmented frogs frolicking fruitlessly freeing flavoursome fairy freckles,
But what of the speckled hound in the bin?
Well he growled,
He snarled,
The sole paw pilot pivoting,
How interesting was it to note though that the frogs although...

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neither cleanliness nor godliness do I abide
rather yours truly doth thrive
on keeping the ethos, mythos,
and pathos of Pigpen alive
subjected to eternal
abomination, brutalization,
condemnation, damnation,
emasculation, humiliation, ostracization,
who one day envisions himself
as a decrepit solitudinarian
an aging long haired...

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Enter the Everest that devastates,
he never ever rests and he demonstrates,
how the greatness activates traits
that forever feed hate,
into enemies with envious jealousy
and sad little nul and void abilities.

It's a given that even if you sail...

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We also liked to play on the monkey bars during recess.  One day Dena's skirt
fell off and she was so embarrassed that every body laughed at her.  Dena
pulled up her skirt and ran...

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Compared with us, the kids today
Too little play and too much weigh.
Alone indoors they snack and sit
And buttons hit, while we stayed fit.

We'd quickly chores and homework do,
Then dash through doors to fun pursue,
To basketballs...

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I grew up in Bath in the nineteen nineties
wearing short shorts over tighty whities,
while Bath were champions of English Rugby,
a beautiful city farfetched from ugly.

We played on Stilts and had Yo-Yo's,
skateboards with logo's,  
Tamagotchi's,...

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Athletic angels are analytical and archaic. But dust bombs do not derive from red, yellow, blue and purple shimmer shimmers nor do they derive from green, pink and orange glitter glitters. A hesitation of hue...

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It’s a dark and cold night. Looking back and up, the moon
was a thin and useless crescent, barely visible.
‘What a wasted moon,’ I thought.
“A stupid moon,” I mumbled to myself as if to finish a...

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Change Aint Easy

We thought it was so simple back then
Things didn't need to have to make sense
different words were okay, 
yep green on both sides of the fence
We just played
I was a boy
you were a...

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toward thee spunky gal, 
     whose impregnation and debut appearance 
     way to brief a tale for Aesop
cuz, (umpteen iterations recounted),
 
     out...

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(America’s Mutant Megalomaniacs)

All Scientists know that our planet is warming,
No question remains too whose ox will get gored!
A contributing fact is earth's CO2's rising,
That surface of Venus melts lead not ignored.

The Venus disaster pre-destined to...

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My blimp is on the fritz again
The hovercraft just popped
I surely cannot take the car
That’s jacked up in the shop

The bus won’t come out to my house
There’s no train tracks nearby
But I must make it...

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When I was really small, I loved my trike,
and then I graduated to a bike.
I also liked to skip, so mother bought
A jump rope that I used an awful lot.

It seems I really loved to...

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Life is confusing sometimes
At least it has been for me
I was Mom’s “change of life” baby
two siblings far older

change in the birth certificate
three days spent as Marilyn
then I became Carolyn

not many toys in our city...

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CRAZY  HORSE

My crazy cat's called Crazy Horse;
abandoned at birth, she's a bit different
like calls to like its said.
No mummy to teach catty behaviour,
tiny blue eyes barely open
desperate to live, on discarded cat kibble.

Brought home,...

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It seems I really loved to hop around,
 to have my feet come off, then back on ground. 
I got a pogo stick I used all year
 and wore out quickly once I learned to...

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I’ve sat here all night just trying to write
But nothing would spring from my brain
I looked in my mind and what did I find
I think that I’m slightly insane 

I’ve been unaware of things that...

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Bibbety Bobbity bunny went shopping with his mum
She bought him a pogo stick so he could have some fun

For other bunnies had teased him about his enormous ears
Poor Bibbety got so upset he’d run to...

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KID GAMES BACK WHEN


Outdoor activities were once a staple
For children wanting to be a bit playful
This was way before X-box and Nintendo
We ran, jumped and learned how to throw

Could you ever forget Red Light/Green Light?
A...

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Picking berries on grandpa’s farm;
watching him milk cows in the barn.
Getting chased once by swarms of bees.
Oodles of childhood memories.

Books that I read with so much to gain.
Walking down that long country lane;
Hiding behind and...

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Please Pogo music, wake me up. The night, now reduced to warm laptop light, is inching toward dawn. I pray to the patron saints of writers - is it Neri or Ávila? Whichever is on...

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A Tale of 2 Tails

A Bedtime Story for My Grandsons-by Gwendolen Rix

Two tigers went to the park to play. One tiger had a striped tail and the other tiger had a polka-dotted tail. The striped-tail...

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A cat attempting a headstand is akin to a gridlocked caterpillar visiting an air show of duck aero gliders. Aero gliders are neither glimpsing nor glimmering but glimmering could often be mistaken for a cider...

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