Long Popeye Poems

America
I´m here to bring you
What you don´t need
Another heartfelt poem
Another heartsick plea
Worth less than
Chewed gum
America I’m tapping
At your window
At 3 am
With a bag full of
Sour wine
And a shopping list
Of grievances
America wake up
It´s me and I...

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True "FAKE" Story Of A Vita Man Junky
(any resemblance between this poem,
and living persons...iz purely coincidental.)

Ruthlessly abuzz in my mind
     loosed another idea
     for a poem asper
(wren)...

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I think I must be seeing things
Before me stand the four of kings,
They shuffle when the Bishop brings
Annette upon nine raven wings

And Beanie rides a sea serpent
And wonders where the yellow went;
I go to pay...

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i hope you don't mind 
if I wander in through your front door
and reset your clocks to headlight savings
life requires humor he said to the lens grinders
as he rode his all terrain moon beam to...

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Years P.M. (Pre-MacDonald's).
Woolworths.  Huge chain.  (Chains break with age.)
Elevated trains.  All over New York.
Five and Dimes.  That was what you paid.
Ceaserian birth.  In Rome?
10 cent comic books.
10 cent ice cream...

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À propos preponderant passion penning poems...
posited puzzling apt aperçu...

While pondering particular
theme to address
amidst tangled wide, whirled 
webbed mental skein
today November third
two thousand twenty two,
unexpected Möbius strip
tease conundrum unforeseen,
yet as avid aspiring wordsmith
only now I became...

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Tall red and pink-tipped spears reach for the nothing-at-all blue sky, all washed out with sunshine. The tight wrapped buds of the hollyhocks are too high for us to reach, but Imogen can. You and...

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Information superhighway bumper to binary bumper. 
Stark contrast versus deserted macadam thoroughfares.
Magnification rendered visualization coronavirus
alias covid 19 courtesy electron microscopy plus

sundry computer technology yours truly (popeye
Olive Garden variety generic layman) breathtakingly
held spellbound, née utterly transfixed...

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Marvel's Fantastic Four: Mr. Fantastic, The Invisible Woman,
The Human Torch and The Thing.

The best memory of the Fantastic Four cartoon characters
that can be best realized, of good measure, was their
live production. Unfortunately, not one episode
is...

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Case in point comprises emotional state of euphoria 
would deafeningly, definitely, deliciously get 
frenziedly expelled from stadium. Roe ting for 
“our boys” packing every last seat in the bleachers 
all manner of humankind would (during...

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Raking the leaves high, than jumping in.  Every now and then, disgusted when
you learn a dog beat you to it.  Scary, hunched back cats, jangling skeletons,
Bobbing for apples, Rosy cheeks on your friends....

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There was a time between the two when things were so great
One day, she didn't show when they had a date
He stood on the corner waiting in the rain
The lonliness, the heartache, the pain
He hired...

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No matter communication
betwixt us askew,
spontaneity explains reason I dashed
off this poem for thee and thy beau
pattern ally conscious at obvious clue,

how overjoyed, (though a
self subdued exclude did dude) due
tuff fully feels beholden to
toil let past...

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ALWAYS-ALWAYS IF YOUR LOOKING  FOR A ONE ITS ME--- 

Why am I, why am I a stranger to love;
What is it that I must do;
Am I to old, not good enough;
To young, not at...

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Strangers and pilgrims on the earth
Not as famous as Mrs. Butterworth
Not as strong as Mr. Clean
Cannot sing like Jimmy Dean

Who am I? I ask myself
Feeling small as a Keebler Elf
Instant replay of my life
Shows I’m...

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If you don’t grok (1) this does it mean
That I’m too smart and you’re not keen
Enough to even cut a cabbage,
Contemplate a simple adage?
 
If you don’t grok this who’s to blame
The pen, the paper, ‘Pudding...

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I was listening to David Bowie's Life On Mars, I love his music and his lyrics too, and for it gave me the idea for this (It's just a bit of fun.  No offence...

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I Am that I Am as Popeye would say ...
or was that the burning bush to Moses?
     Who is the I without the Me?
     Which came first...

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On the occasional Tuesday night,
with my mother at work
and my sisters and I 
in our pajamas,

my father would invite over
his brothers
and his friends 
from the lumberyard
to drink beer and play
five card stud.

I was allowed 
to...

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. 
Shakespeare meets Popeye.

Once upon a time in a town called Sweet haven
There lived a sailor type, tattoos and quite unshaven.
The Mayor was a biggish guy, “Caesar the spinach salad”
Yes that was his real name,
His...

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Ain’t nobody here, 
but us plucky chickens
Ghetto goose-stepping,
every fare-thee-well welfare day!

Ain’t nobody here,
but us unlucky chickens
Urban legend has it,
that we been KFC set free

Now ain’t we pretty henpeck  clucky ...
USA   Grade A...

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A grim, gray day,
endless rain coming in off the ocean.
Endless calls from other people,
"What part do we need for this?"
"Can you order it for us?"
"A happened and then B happened, what does it mean?"
"Do we...

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Dead man
in a recliner
The father I love,
Gone to meet,
His Maker above

Grizzly sight,
Face contorted in pain.
A scene I hope
To never witness again

6PM "Popeye" cartoons,
Rush to greet Dad,
Now dead in the recliner
The only father I've ever had

Pizzas...

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He has forearms much like Popeye; he loves his pork and beans;
And the mussels bulge all over; especially his jeans.
His face looks like a road map;his attitude is harsh;
He likes to take the girls he...

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Many summers ago going to the drive-in was such a thrill

for me.  Those long hot summer nights seemed to

disappear while at the drive-in.  A trip to the concession

stand was what I really looked...

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