Long Polk Poems
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Walking on a windy day ,in San Francisco,
I suddenly felt a hanger around my feet.
I looked down and no kidding, there were
my red underpants lying about my ankles
on busy Polk Street!
What does a lady do in such quirky situation?
My face turned beet red as the underpants in
Great social consternation.
The street shoppers, well, some stared at me.
I just wished I were high in an Oak tree!
Improv training, jumped right to the fore.
I picked them up and put them on with total
grace and galore!
Luckily, I did have pantyhose on.
My very short skirt and bottom warmed by the
West Coast sun!
11-17-2020
COPING WITH TRAUMATIC INJURY AND PTSD MARRIED TO A VETERAN BEING THREATENED BY ILLEGAL JAMAICAN IMMIGRANT IDENTITY FRAUD MY STALKER ACTUALLY WAS IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND AFTER ARRIVING WITH A GUNMAN TO END MY LIFE SHE BECAME OBSESSED WITH MY AMERICAN POETRY WITH MY IDENTITY MY GOD I SUFFERED IN SILENCE AFRAID OF MY SHADOW HOW BLESSED I WAS TO MEET MY SOUL MATE A VIETNAM VETERAN WE BOTH HAD SO MUCH IN COMMON WE FOUND A BEAUTIFUL CONNECTION FOR LOVE THROUGH OUR ILLNESSES THIS CAME WITH MY STALKER RAGE ENVY SHE ACTUALLY BELIEVED SHE COULD IMPERSONATE ME BY FALSIFYING DOCUMENTS ONCE I SAW A POLICE CAPTAIN ARRESTED FOR FALSIFYING DOCUMENTS AT THE VA MY HUSBAND AND I FEARED OUR LIVES WHAT WILL HAPPEN IS THESE IDENTITY THIEVES HACK INTO HIS BURIAL GOVERMENT LIFE WE PAID INTO SINCE OUR MARRIAGE 2016 WE FEARED ABUSE OF POWER HELPING MY IMPOSTER STEAL MY IDENTITY IMPERSONATE A VETERANS WIFE THROUGH GODS GRACE MY HUSBAND AND I REMAINED STEADFAST BRAVE COURAGEOUS ALL ARMY STRONG WE RECIEVED THE DATA BREACHES INFORMATION HOW TO KEEP OUR IDENTITIES SAFE FRAUD ALERTS AS THIEVES BROKE INTO OUR HOME MY STALKER SEATED WITH CIRO GARGANO BOTH OBSESSED WITH MY HUSBANDS VETERANS IDENTITY MY HUSBAND AND I WERE BOTH IN CRISIS HOW TO COPE WITH SUCH A VIOLATION TO ATTEMPT TO STEAL A VETERANS BURIAL BENEFITS SHOCKING FACED WITH A CRIME BOSS HIS JAMAICAN ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT TALIBAN IDENTITY FRAUD PERPUTRATING FRAUD AGAINST A VETERAN AND HIS DISABLED WIFE I THANK GOD FOR CRISIS TEAM SUPPORT GROUPS WITH ICE VANS TEAR GAS I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND WHY THEY TAKE THESE ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS DOWN THEY ARE HACKING INTO GOVERMENT OFFICES HACKING INTO VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES I WILL NEVER STOP SPEAKING OUT AGAINST THE ABUSE OF POWER THAT THREATENED MY VETERAN AND I WITH IDENTITY FRAUD INTIMADATION BLYING HOME INVASIONS FRAUD FRAUD FRAUD ABUSE OF POWER AT IT'S HIGHIEST POLK COUNTY HAINE CITY POLICE CAPTAIN HURTING VETERANS AND THIER FAMILIES I FEARED FOR MY LIFE AND MY VETERAN SPOUSE WE ARE BOTH DISABLED AMERICANS VERY VULNERABLE TO IDENTITY FRAUD I AM PRAYING THAT ICE SENDS HER BACK TO HER COUNTRY SO MY VETERAN AND I COULD LIVE IN THE REAL PEACE WE DESERVE IN AMERICA
GOD BLESS THE CRISIS TEAM ALWAYS OPEN
WRITTEN BY MRS. YOLANDA JOY NICHOLSEN
a blend of the three, polk salad greens and spinach
and water crest. With pureed shrimp, chillis, heavy cream, goat cheese
butter, sunflower seeds peperoni, garlic and dried onions.
cooked, chopped, mixed and blended. a sauce for the following
egg and cornstarch battered oysters, manoes, and fish nuggets.
in a bowl add warm sauce, add 1 oyster, 1 manoe, 1 fish nugget
drizzle over some Korean hot chili oil. serbe with
a lemon wedge.
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he bought a japense well driller
to drill 22 foot holes in a 3/4 acre area.
two feet apart
his intentions were
that the area would collapse
during the rainy season.
then a pond could form.
I Bassoon it wood work.
I reed member, someone else doing this.
According to tuba, it should work.
Schools are closed, there is no mail
And stores hold special sales.
To honor our first president,
That’s what this day entails.
Though technically, our 16th prez
Is celebrated, too.
To make a Monday holiday,
That’s what they chose to do.
The 40-something other men
Who served the USA
As presidents were not awarded
Their own special day.
So sorry Adams, Jefferson,
James Madison, Monroe,
John Quincy Adams, Jackson
And Van Buren – all are no.
Poor Harrison and Tyler,
Polk and Taylor, Pierce and Grant,
Fillmore, Johnson and Buchanan,
Hayes and Garfield – no, you can’t.
Arthur, Cleveland and McKinley,
Harrison and Teddy R.,
Taft and Wilson, Harding, Coolidge,
Hoover, also FDR…
Truman, Eisenhower, JFK,
LBJ and Nixon, Ford,
Carter, Reagan, both the Bushes
And Bill Clinton – not on board.
Last, no day off for Obama.
As to he who’s right now serving,
I can’t think of anyone who might
Be any less deserving.
As the polk- salad grows in the blueberries
And the song birds entertain the morn's sun
The crows' lookout songs resounds quite merry
Poet's thoughts reach out to God and His Son
The day is lovely with comfortable air
Which will turn to uncomfortable heat
Peace in the moment let me absorb fair
Thou Presence bids me in Him to retreat
Work and problems of this day soon surrounds
The peace of a gentle morn dissolves
Let fleeting memories to my thoughts rebound
Of His presence in each breath evolve
Days can start peaceful, or wrapped in distress
God's presence gives hope if time with Him invest
He was a sort of a king, a man at the top of King Hill. He had the most food, and the most guns. He had servants at first, but they were too hard to feed after a bit, so he let them go. When he was younger he used to come out of his glass castle and look down the hill at the common people, but that got depressing as he aged.
All around him was famine. The common people were starving and fighting over food rations. He watched in curiosity as they fought over ham steaks and bags of grain. One day the almost-king watched the Theys round up the Bittles. First they rounded the Bittles up, then they tied them to trees, and let them starve and die of thirst. He could have helped save them, but he did not want to get involved.
They came for the Zygons next. The Zygons did not go as peacefully. They fought and clawed, kicked, hissed and spit. But They rounded them up anyway and locked them into stocks where the almost-King could see them, but he did not know anything about Zygons. Why should he help them?
The almost king was looking from his balcony one day, when something treacherous was happening to the Lillies. The Lillies had always been kind to him, and he felt badly about it, but he was afraid to speak because his castle was made of glass, and he was rapidly becoming afraid of the Theys.
So he hid inside, and did not open the door to anyone. The Theys were surprised when they came up the hill to round up the Polk Noses. The Polka Noses had weapons. They fought bravely, hurting some of the Theys. But in the end, they got the Polka Noses under control.
The Theys were becoming a formidable group. There were thousands of them now and more Theys were joining them every day. Joining is better than being targeted by the Theys, right? Ask my cousin, who used to be a We.
The almost king disapproved of the Theys now, but fear kept him silent. He was hoping they would not notice him or his glass castle. He hid inside, not protesting, not making any noise at all, fearfully silent until they started chanting as they came up the hill.
Moral of this Story: Speak up before they come and get you.
~~KAIROS~~
A rainy eve, soft tires pass us on the street.
June, you, the spring of my heart and my loins.
You, my eternal bliss with cascades of love in
just one kiss.
How Aphrodite caught us both in soulful bliss!
Standing in the rain on Polk Street.
We even stood in bare feet!
Forever afloat in love's sweetest boat.
My head on your soft, loving coat.
Why are you always intensely here?
Because you are my fate, so dear.
I try so hard in words to capture,
My love for you, who is my rapture.
Do all lovers feel this lost?
To love and never count the cost!
August 15, 2020
8:30pm PST
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
I once was a beautiful lass
who captured every young man’s fancy
A nymph of the high Southern class
who practiced a belle’s necromancy.
They worshipped my haughty fine grace
they catered to temper and whim
A moment to gaze on my face
sent rent hearts to pain, prayer, and hymn.
But now I lie cold in my grave
festered and worm-eaten I be
With neither a knight nor a knave
to worship or lie beside me.
"Deep Memory" originally appeared in Wilum Pugmire's anthology Visions of Kroy'don (1978) and the same editors ***** Madness (1980). It was collected in The Ghost Garden (Liverpool: Dark Dreams Press, 1988) and in Sorceries & Sorrows (Early Poems) Polk City, Iowa: Chris Drumm Books, 1992, in a limited edition of 100 copies. It's included in my big forthcoming Hippocampus Press collection The Ghost Garden and Further Spirits.