Long Popcorn Poems
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meet my muse Trixie.
I want to draw.
she wants to play in the Thesaurus.
Trixie is a freebooter, marauder, pirate, she plans to win.
I sketch a monkey, elephant and acrobat.
I am in circus mode.
Trixie slams her green eyes over the big book.
she is persnickety, determined, and forceful.
fat blue Thesaurus is a harpy; she flips open.
I stare at these words - deaden, anesthetized, stupefy.
write them down! Trixie demands.
she is more trouble than a gewgaw, trinket or knickknack.
I avert my eyes, not wanting to play with words
now drawing a circus tent, and a popcorn box.
red and white striped popcorn box has arms and legs.
he sticks out his tongue in maniacal cartoon laughter.
Trixie flips some pages of this dreaded book.
gleaming, sparkling, glistening stand out.
magnify, enlarge and amplify bite me on the left arm.
I am not writing right now! I tell her.
she sticks out her tongue.
eager to work on a magnum opus, creative masterpiece.
I can hardly work on the giraffe.
curious I am to read words where she is pointing
lionize, glorify, elevate
vanish, disappear, dissolve
I begin drawing a lion, trying to break my muse's spell.
There.
third row, second seat
hair over eyes, red-rimmed
tired maybe?
shirt buttoned wrong
laces untied
broken hearted
last row, right at the back
a young couple
giggling
not watching
love
how long will it last
the movie starts
theatre darkens
eyes front
focused on the screen
engrossed, distracted
popcorn, drinks, spilt
front row
now on the floor
children
necks tilted up
vibrating in excitement
can't look away
middle aisle
near the exit
new parents
on the edge of their seat
waiting for the call
desperate for a night off
movie ends
lights rise
people stand, stretch
slowly trickle out
leaving behind spilt drinks, popcorn
the floor a mosaic of people
netflix
stan
prime
hulu
peacock
disney
empty now
darkness lingers
screen unused
velvet seats grow dusty
stale popcorn permeates
I am empty now
No one there.
The tiger languidly paces its enclosure
Its genetic memory of the hunt intact.
A movement catches its eye and its heart quickens.
The instinct to hunt, catch and eat
- to savor the delicious, warm meat and thick,
salty blood - stirs with intuition's reflex.
It freezes, licks its lips and crouches,
alert to possible prey.
Where are your rights, oh modern American?
With your family eating popcorn - behind glass.
Surely you are lessened by protection
and insulted by cool safety.
Climb the fence, ignore liberal warnings
and the alarmed cries of lesser men.
Stare down the now crouching cat
- ears back and cautiously approaching
in bent, alert stalk.
Claim your right to be free!!
Taste pure freedom.
Velvet red roses stand
cheek to cheek
with daisy faces, ringed
in petal fringes,
sweetly scented
by creamy bubbles
of double jonquil popcorn blooms
beside a starburst
yellow chrysanthemum,
and long leaves
squeezed between.
Below, their stem-straws blur
in the ribbed glass jar,
looped with a satin orange bow
for your 97 years
we must farewell soon.
The loved ones are visiting,
bringing flowers, hugs, reminiscences
for you, last of your generation -
two brothers, two sisters.
I don't want to say, 'Goodbye'.
Let's have a few more days,
or weeks, or months,
just for keeping company,
like the flower bunch.
Angered Man Silly Woman Henry Trying to Watch the Superbowl--
See the holding of the man,
I think he's angry at the other man.
He finds it hard to see the pencil,
Overshadowed by the silly hensel.
Who is that loving near the cube?
I think she'd like to eat the eustachian tube.
She is but a bouncy woman,
Admired as she sits upon a noble-shun.
Her glorious car is just a biscuit,
It needs no gas, it runs on brisket.
She's not alone she brings a chocolate,
a broken heart, and lots of anklet.
The man shudders at the popcorn joyful bowl
He want to leave but she wants the remote control.
He’s trying to watch the Super Bowl;
All she wants to do is argue Oh, so;
3/11/19
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr 2019©
"Daddy, when are we going to the woods to find a Christmas tree? You promised I could help pick the most prettiest one."
"Yes, my darling, Ellie. I didn't forget."
"Can we go now, Daddy? Can we, P L E A S E?"
"Hmmmm. We'd better see if Mommy is ok with us going without her and your new baby brother. It'll be too cold in the forest for them. Go and ask her if that's ok."
"Ok, Daddy, but don't leave without me. Promise?"
"I promise to stay right here until you get back. You sure make a lot of demands for a six-year-old, kiddo. Now scoot!"
"MOMMY! MOMMY! Can me and Daddy cut down our Christmas tree?"
"Ellie, I said 'go' and ask her, not scream it down the hall."
"I'm sorry Daddy. She didn't answer me, so maybe she and Davey are sleeping, soooooo... can we go now?"
"Yes, little Miss Impatient. Put on your coat and boots while I write a note to let Mommy know where we are."
"K. Can we get a big tree? One way bigger than you? I think last year's tree was too short. Not much bigger than me!"
"Hmmmm, we'll decide that when we get there. If we get one much bigger, we'll need more ornaments to make it look pretty."
"Oh, Daddy. We're gonna need more of lots of stuff. I know how to make popcorn, but can you and Mommy help me, cuz I don't know how to put it on strings? And I think we're gonna need more tinsel cuz that makes it looks all shiny. And...."
"Whoa there, kiddo. One thing at a time. We have to find a tree first. Next year the four of us will go on a hunt for the perfect tree. Does that sound like fun?"
"Yeah, but will Davey know how to walk and talk by then?" He's awful little."
"If he's anything like you, he'll be talking plenty. Your baby brother will need your help with lots of things, but before you know it, he'll be running in the snow with you."
"I can teach him how to run, but he's gotta learn how to walk first. Now, let's stop talking and get in the truck so we can show Mommy how good we are at picking out the perfect tree. Come on, Daddy. Let's go!"
The hens from our small, urban farm,
Had wild idea, caused great fright:
Escape their pen, come to no harm,
See a show, without a blight.
With feathers ruffling at benight,
They made plans and added some smarm,
Darkened room, their intended site,
The hens from our small, urban farm.
They marched single file full of charm,
Crazy chicks, on a daring plight,
Ignoring grumbles from their tharm,
Had wild idea, caused great fright.
Forged ahead and ready to fight,
Broke their fence in one clucking swarm,
Accomplished task, without desight:
Escape their pen, come to no harm.
Sodas in beaks, seated disarm,
Screen flashing, their eyes all alight,
Snacks in wings, no need for alarm,
See a show, without a blight.
A hot buttered popcorn, their right,
They'd wielded fowl mettle from dorm,
Hid their combs to avoid incite,
They also did get their wings warm,
Small, urban farm.
March 16, 2023
Double The Fun Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Another Christmas season has arrived, at last
and like so many others from Yuletides past,
I'm glad some things have remained unchanged
Although the furniture has been rearranged.
Across the room, a fire crackles and burns
Jenny has grown; for love, her heart yearns
I recall when all she wanted was a baby doll
and skates for the new ice rink in the mall
I've been unpacked in just enough time to see
my family hanging ornaments upon their fir tree.
Garlands of holly berries and popcorn strung
The green velvet stockings beneath me are hung
There's gingerbread scent and carols on the radio
Dad sneaked a kiss from Mom under the mistletoe
The angel nods to me as she's lifted into place
atop the tree. She once told me her name is Grace.
There's old Kaci, the collie, fast asleep on his rug
Grandpa looks sad. I wish I could give him a hug
Mom is headed for the mantle to give me a shake
She's always gentle, taking care I don't break.
I was a gift from her Mom on Christmas, long ago
when she had asked Santa to please bring her snow,
but snow didn't fall in the South where she resided.
I was the closest thing Santa had lovingly provided
Tears fill Mom's eyes as my snow starts to flurry
I've become a bit cloudy and that makes her worry,
but I'll see her smile again Christmas Eve night
when she puts me in Jenny's stocking by fire light.
December 15, 2020
Christmas Poems ~ Old or New
Sponsored by ~ Constance La France
When all the chores were done and the sun had settled in the west,
Folks would round up their kids for the weekly family quest.
Saturday night downtown was looked forward to with anticipation.
It was almost akin to going on the annual family vacation!
Each kid would be given fifty-cents to spend as they chose.
Maybe for popcorn and a movie at one of the picture shows!
Dad would be in bib-overalls and Mom in a pretty calico,
Strolling Main Street greeting neighbors with a hearty, "Hello!"
Dad would saunter to the hardware to view the latest in tools.
Mom would visit the dry goods store to drool over ginghams and tulles.
At the grocery store, Mom shopped for eats amid all the clutter,
Bartering for the weekly fare with her cream, eggs and butter!
Before heading home, to make the night really complete,
They would gather at the ice cream parlor for a tasty treat!
The folks snuggled in the front seat - the kids happily chattered,
Anticipating next Saturday night - to them that was all that mattered!
Then, life moved at a slower pace - such simple times are family lore.
The Five-and-Dime stores with squeaky floors aren't around anymore.
Crowded malls are now the latest and greatest innovations -
Not owned by a congenial neighbor, but by distant corporations!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
The Greatest Show on Earth
Mr. Pik lived alone, across our street -
All the kids knew him, dressed up so neat;
Mr. Pik loved the circus – every kind -
Each year, in our mailbox, tickets, we’d find;
So much excitement - growing every day -
Circus, the topic, when we went to play.
We watched the clock tick away afternoon -
Finally night came - for us none too soon.
Girls dressed in dresses - shoes - patent leather -
Boys in bow ties - no matter the weather;
Families scrunched in old station wagons -
Sounding just like an asthmatic dragon;
Seven miles from the big top we could taste
Popcorn and peanuts, oh please, do make haste;
Ladies and gentlemen, look here and see
The ringmaster pointed us to ring three;
First came the clowns with red funny noses
Squirting the crowd – water from fake roses;
Next, the acrobats riding sleek horses,
Purples plumes on their heads – never off course;
Lions and tigers - elephants, oh my -
Animals exotic paraded by;
Walkers on tightropes left us all breathless –
Covered our eyes, watching never the less;
Finally the last act – our hearts would seize -
Daring young man on the flying trapeze;
Sleepy eyes closing on the ride home -
Night at the circus so like a poem;
Rollicking, boisterous evening of mirth
Mr. Pik’s gift – the greatest show on earth.
Every year our neighbor, Mr. Pik - a widower - would treat the neighborhood to a night at the circus.
I know thought has changed about having wild animals in the circus but in my childhood they were a part of the show.
5/2/20