Long Pollyanna Poems

This is my last confession; there will be no more.

I am impercipient and slow from last night's sleeping pill,
wincing away from the harshness of day.
Kitchen cold, the room tear-splintered,
sunlight striking a watery rainbow in my...

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I was born married to the master of subservience,
      fell in love with the master of somnolence.
           
I dissolved Reality,...

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It's remarkable how strong denial can be,
it appears that the wise have it right.
Most who vote, in their nibs, trust a flatterer’s fibs,
(hide their heads in the sand, hate a 'fight.')

So, we vote for our...

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Riding against the wind, merciless memories nipping at her heels
wearing a Pollyanna mask & a ready laugh to hide the hurt she feels
The stinging words she heard that day hammer her heart like driving rain
she...

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It's remarkable how strong denial can be,
It appears that the wise have it right,
As a race, we prefer to love flattering liars,
(Sticking head in the sand to a "fight.")

So we vote for our prejudice, opt...

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Quotes from the 1960 movie, Pollyanna:

Pollyanna: Why don't you come out of the front door like normal people?
Jimmy: They won't let us. I can come out anytime I want with my tree.
Pollyanna: You could also...

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IMPACT

Perhaps the weather is wistful or bonnie bonnie good,
who can say, but i think on the grayest of gray days,
eyes stay closed, sunshine is but a bitter dream,
unless you’re the rare goody-goody Pollyanna-type,
before the huge...

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There once was a woman named aptly Snappy T.
Happy,  tappy and zappy as a rappy dappy  me.
Diligent and hardworking as a slappy bumblebee.
The envy of most, also proud owner of a nappy chickadee.

Friends...

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There is one thing around every corner I turn.. Over every brick in the road to success,
and painting a veil on every aspiration I have for the future... 
One thing that holds opinions, and forms...

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They shuffled as an angry group
Eyes averted, as if they were ashamed of themselves
My daughter never used to be like that
But she had been ushered in, 
She acted like she was one of them

Her Pollyanna...

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He was my neighbor.
He lived up the street.

Sometimes he said “Hi”.

One day I saw him 
At the corner store.

We walked home 
Together.

I said I was upset 
With my hair.

I didn’t like it.

He said he liked...

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Professor Petal, one of Patrick’s prolific pals,
Professed he had a Pollyanna Predisposition
Properly pronouncing pronouns without perky p’s.
A pithy proclivity, providing pollution to Professor Petal’s pronunciations.

Prissy Professor Patty from Prestigious Prussian Planet Philisophi-university,
Precariously prickled, privately at...

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I wear my smile on the outside of my face for a reason.
There are so many who need to see it.
Unless it becomes a sarcastic smile.
I hope I do not have one of those.
But we...

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She is popular no doubt 
In the fray of every conversation
Interested in everyone’s story
Flitting around the room injecting optimism
Instilling hope
A sanguine personality with pizazz

I follow her as she work the room
Charisma on fire
Charming them like...

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I awoke from a dream..so magical.
My mind, now a blackboard.
I didn't want to live in the past.
But glory in the future!

'twas a miracle to feel such joy,
Knowing there indeed was still
a world holding great happiness.
So,...

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Car 54, where are you?
      Is a horse still a horse, of course?
   Who today considers Denace a 'menace?'
      Do you yet play...

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She was an artist.
Her expertise was flowers and butterflies.
This new art teacher said they had to draw a man.
He had to be anatomical. It had to be indicative of muscles.

What about eyes? She asked. Can...

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Wildflowers

Your words scream out the relative cynicism
Of an age that doesn’t believe
	In anything –
		Not God nor Goodwill
		Nor possibility:
You label me a Pollyanna,
		Mary Sunshine,
		And a fool
For believing – 
	For grasping onto every positive mystery,
	For staking claim...

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My Best Friend

Someone here on earth to me was dear
Until into heaven she did disappear
After all the good experiences she had
Liked playing game that was called glad
(Pollyanna and the Glad Game)

If only like her one...

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My job as your next President
and benevolent dictator,
is to live it up in the White House
and not bother Americans at all.

O and yes....
defund and term limit
all congressmen and senators,
who needs politics
when we have sesame bread...

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I pull out Pollyanna me because it is my go-to-game-plan.
It usually works. Not this time.
I am too happy.
Too upbeat, too enthusiastic.

I tone it down a bit, and try to get to the bottom of things.
Put...

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You should build a wall around your heart they told her
You are too trusting, too open, too vulnerable, naïve
She laughed thinking of a wall like that.

She was a Pollyanna, a Julie Andrews, Snow White.
She would...

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How I love those movies of old
Stan & Ollie were slapstick gold
Harold the stuntman, extraordinaire
Fred & Ginger were dancing on air

MGM's lion had a powerful roar
Universal Studios had monsters galore
King Kong, the greatest of them...

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She was a magical girl.
Not a Pollyanna by any means.
But living in a glorious fantasy world.
Taking no prisoners 
Dancing at the top of sail ropes
Leaning her truth out of pirate ships.
Refusing to grow up, encouraged...

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Adjectives hid in the deepest shadows 
behind smelly sticky stinky garbage dumpsters
rats squatted on them

Adverbs tore verbs into tiny manageable bites
and nested on them, after they were gooey, snarly and moldy.

Nouns appeared stuck up prissy.
Refused...

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