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connie meets dough boy at dawn
so connie went to the bakery at dawn
bright eyed and bushy
out of a story book pops her dough boy
so plump, especially in the rump
so hairy, especially in the brow
so cute, especially in the eyes
connie's in love
this time it's for real
bells in her cache are ringing
dolphins are singing in her well
swans are dancing in her strawberry patch
connie's beside herself
soon dough boy, too
come on god let this be the one
come on angles start rooting for me for once
dough boy comes on over to her, great
now keep in mind there about the same age, perfect
even though he has gomer in him...
ma'am would you like a sample
connie blushes five shades of red
so much for the poker face
dough boy ringing her bell, blowing her whistle
connie can see dough boy in her oven ... making some lov'en
samplin his buffet spread, too
then the balloon pops
see another tease .. another baker icing her heart
dough boy turns her pages back, i knew it
ma'am I have apple fritter squares that you can sample
connie rolls her eyes
connie chokes on his words
connie ready to have a cow
connie leaves broken hearted
gees, mightest well put the whips and clips back on ice
...forever, connie will never find her man
why couldn't it have been (insert heart, cupid arrow, two love birds)
His smiles glisten like a river of waves
Beckoning her to ride the rapids with him
Together they rode the white sheet of trim
riding it's banks to a whitewash of splash
no. no.no
of course not
thank you my angels
ma'am you want an apple fritter
great
connie pachecho
1/14/17
My knowledge of bankers is limited and esoteric.
They have a virtuosity of keeping a poker face no matter what.
Even during a robbery, they are to act as nonchalant charlatans.
Handing over vast amounts of loot, stereotypically including dye lot.
I did not realize how banks operate when I arrived as a newbie.
My inexperience and ineffectiveness was measureable.
I had not planned to land a bank job at all; I wanted to be a ballerina.
But having never danced or even worn a tutu, what are the odds?
I am on auditory alert this morning at my teller’s cage.
The guy behind the old lady I am serving has a stony glare.
I ask her about her son’s new plane’s rollout, to stretch time.
Justifying nothing, she explains about his psychological problems.
Prevention is better than waiting for a shot in the knee right?
The second the stony-faced soldier comes closer I pepper spray him.
In the eyes; he yelps like a surprised puppy!
The bank manager comes running over. And my job is over.
No worries. I have hated all four hours of this job any way.
"It's finally arrived," he thought relaxed by his campfire.
He waited all his life for this day. The day he would retire,
and after saying his good byes to all that he loved
he ventured deep into the wilderness, where clouds hug mountain tops above.
It's been days now perhaps weeks since he last saw society.
He was now one with himself and with nature, liberated and free.
No sooner had he had these thoughts ever so serene
did he find himself looking eye to eye at a huge grizzly.
The beast was only about 15 feet away.
It's pointless to run now, you'll only trigger the bear's predatory state
and there isn't anywhere to run to anyway.
He couldn't help but think to himself, "This may be my very last day."
The words of an old friend flashed through his mind
who was very knowledgeable about behavior of the grizzly bear kind.
'You must not only not display any fear on the outside of you
you must truly be fearless all within you too.
You can display the world's greatest poker face
but if inside you fear for your life, you will lose this deadly game and race.
The bear can smell fear as well as aggression.
If the bear smells either on you, you then become prey or enemy to them."
The bear's massive head began to sink down low.
That's an aggressive stance in case you didn't know,
then the bear raised it's head and sniffed all around the air.
The bear grunted somewhat,
turned and displayed its back
then walked off into the forest as it slowly disappeared.
He stood there still motionless as the bear disappeared before his eyes.
He then proceeded to throw up and faint nearly missing the campfire.
When he'd awaken the next day to the morning birds sweet song,
It would be his new birthday. The Wolf Man is born.
While unconscious, the local wolf pack emerged and surrounded him.
When he awakens the next morning, The Wolf Man Legend begins.
To Be Continued.
I sat at table set for poker,
the devil's dealer dealing joker.
When delt my hand he dealt my fate,
two pair I had both of eight.
I wore my poker face so well,
to make the pot swell and swell.
When I had had all my share,
I pushed all in for all to stare.
In giving cards one final glance,
I said, "Four eights now take your chance."
The dealer gave an evil grin,
then he said, "Four nines I win."
And as I left with pockets filled with lint,
I thought how can I pay the rent.
Rather going home to face the wife,
I just as soon as take my life.
And there it was a wad of cash, just lying there.
I said to self a gift to prayer.
I picked it up and started home to pay my bills,
on second thought what's one more deal.
9/23/18
Red hot chili pepper poker face...
Born that way angry antithetical
mailer daemon when...
all of Christendom bows their collective
talking heads in supplication,
a temporary truce and reprieve
against bigotry, deviltry, idolatry (nah),
et cetera across the nation.
Yuletide pageant merry doth go round
where credo, ethos, and
faith no more jinxes webbed, wide world,
nevertheless soul asylum limned courtesy
peace on earth and goodwill
toward all men sentiment
sacrilegious to bully,
fully sully mankind's divine holiness,
and present disgrace to human race
in the dolled guise of heretic
quasi analogous to a matador ramrod ready
to Catch Bull at Four in a China shop
gored when muleta waved -
courtesy matador incited Bos Taurus
both fuming, fretting, foaming, et cetera
even the spectators
frothing at the mouth with lather
while smartphones captured tableau
frozen in time photo touched up
stripping bare every bloody
last vestige of cruelty
toward a gregarious animal
exclusively a domestic species
males genetic propensity
culled, goaded, likened as fearsome beast,
synonymous when anonymous nasty brute
fomented enormous disaster
monetarily eviscerated yours truly
an online scamming assault,
the repercussions I still forced to wage
depredations living hand to mouth
quaffing caustic acidic ale,
a cunning prankster did stage
comparable to kindle figurative
ringed fire of rage
within my still smoldering belly –
coalescence fuels tinder
while financial security riven
and rent asunder
severely dislocating, hobbling,
paralyzing vertebrae constituting
gray and white matter, appearing
in a cross-section as H-shaped gray matter
surrounded by white matter,
whereat the gray matter consists
of the cell bodies of motor
and sensory neurons,
interneurons, and neuropils
(neuroglia cells and mostly
unmyelinated axons).
Hey, Who Said...
It was going to be easy
Getting over the time
When running over mountains to the beach was a Sunday jaunt
Giving Time permission to go in the wrong direction
Honoring past marriages as prep school
Letting go of offspring you’d rather continue parenting
Smiling during yearly physicals
Ignoring check-out-stand gossip
After all
Getting older isn’t everyone’s cup of escape
Remember
Experience is unavoidable
Do-overs for past mistakes unredeemable
Immortality unattainable (for now)
No…
Listening and hearing one hand clapping
Smiling at Socratic irony’s revealing wink
Really learning what you thought you knew
You bet
Growing up has its advantages
So
What’s the end game
Such a cheery cliché: "it’s not over ‘til it’s over"
Yet
Some hasten that sundown
Many can’t wait for aged nightmares to end
Others awake each day…alive…WTF
Lace up the Nikes
Trot the run to the beach
Jump in the ocean naked
Poker-face the “aghast” expressions
Touch the package knowing
Frigid or not
Here I come
I’m still alive
But I digress
Easy it all is
When Mind’s clock takes leave
Embracing Einstein-Rosen’s bridge
Making personal the wormhole
Private solace with the Now
Yes
Somebody did invent “Who said it was going to be easy?”
But I think they knew
Grist for the mill knows no deadline
That wisdom isn’t a trophy
That Descartes knew something
Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum
That some of us retort
i sum vivens ergo sum
That octogenarians marker
Knowing alive is better than dead
Accepting years are merely piss and vinegar
Waiting to be tested
Bring it on!
HEY, WHO SAID…
I'm open for you
emotionally chained I'm a slave for you
Love is an action word
so be patient and just watch What I do
I'm all in No poker face
we're bound by grace
but I know in my heart this is our last first date
You can't escape or run away from how you feel
and I'm done running away from you
for better or worse even when love hurts
he took nine inch nails for me
so for you you I'll return the favor
but until then I savour this moment
put you on display like show and tell
I just wanna tell the world
this is the woman I been waiting for
my wife, my rib, yes the one God told me
he had for me this is her
I'm seeing 20/20 and you're the one
I'll throw away this night life for
for that Christ like life we'll share together
I need you more and more
One wife one husband two kids one life
threw prayer I sought God for you
and I'm proud to have such an amazing woman
to share this world with
Saunters along, nonchalance
Dimpled craggy chin, cracks a wrinkled grin
eye slits that see beneath, within
casino cards, in his jacket coat
his past, a lot said and wrote
whiskey drinks, smoke filled rooms
pallid, dubious men, the mark, fate looms
poker face that smile beguiles
“Frank the Devils Croupier”
deft hands, cards flew across the table
they all did fall, to card magic
his taipan strikes, fast and slick
was coined get “Dizzy” legendary
Texas Holdems sudden death
High rollers, anxieties shallow breaths
Turn card, tails flick, fat cats wile then wait
fish and whales swim through the losers gate
So the millionaires did agree
to pay Frank royally
retirement from the game
So if your up for a yarn do stop
At “Get Dizzy I’m All In” Coffee Shop
drinking taipan coffee shots, he’s that guy
smiles at people walking by
Entered “Bring a Character to Life” Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamourex
Dated 25/08/2019
Placed 3rd with thanks
Sheesh! I think there are ANTS IN MY PANTS! The strange kid yelled.
The rest of us started laughing like our HEARTS were going to fall out.
Her annoyance tickled us, she had not been invited, and was not welcome.
We were thirteen, and a mighty group of three. Not four.
SORRY! I apologized. No POKER face, so she probably knew I was lying.
There would be big TROUBLE for me though if her mealy mouth
mama came after mine.
We were distantly related through an OLD MAID aunt,
which does not make sense either.
GUESS WHO would call my mother if I didn’t start back pedaling here?
So I began to grovel. It’s not funny! I said. Then I asked her if she was okay.
She was the weirdest kid LIFE could have coughed up,
and where did she land?
Ha! In my friendship circle, and it was pure AGGRAVATION.
Don’t get MAD I said, insincerely.
I have to GO FISH, my friend Jacque said.
She could not stop laughing as she left.
You don’t have a MONOPOLY on fishing!
Patty yelled after her. They were competitive.
“Did you set this MOUSETRAP?” My mother hollered from somewhere below us.
Mousetraps were TABOO at our house,
with a four-year-old around.
“No, Dad set it!” I yelled.
Knowing he was going to get IT now.
Did you want to play? The strange kid asked us.
We pretended CONCENTRATION, and played a few hands,
just to let her think we liked her.
She was snarly and grumpy, and still dancing around, scratching herself.
No POKER face either.
Written 3-4-2019
Contest: Anyone Game?
Sponsor: Carol Connell
If she had to cross the rubicon for lack of sorting colours
A Rubik’s cube remained an unsolved puzzle
If numbers granted her the wish to live another happy day
Sudoku would refuse transformation from a maze
If chess could move to manifest the pawn’s hopeless plight
She’d marry black and white together
If life dealt yet another set of hands tied to brave surrender
A poker face turned red hot poker in her eye
But when emotions garnished poetry and muses’ feathers
Ink fell into place from selfless fountain quills
Quite possibly she is unbalanced on a spread sheet of lost time
And yet her pen embraces harmony with words
Pythagoras still dangles angles and straight lines in broken sequence
But there is no bloody razor in Archimedes’ bath
She has no rubber duck but sails with Poe’s dark ravens
Unfolds her plaits for darkened Sylvia
When foam caresses treasure island in her tub at night
She sails the seven magic oceans
A dolphin croaks another oracle at Delphi’s flood gates
As she postpones hemlock for another day
When she reaches cataracts of blurry vision in despair
Zero sum games twist algorithms of illusion
She cannot square roots and circles will not divide her prime
However much adding up fracture pulls the plug
Regardless of whether steam or tears moisten her parchment
The misty fog finds metaphors to embrace healing
24th January 2020