Long Pops Poems
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Risen
From the springtime flooding along South MLK
A sh#t-skinned slimy pipe
Pops half way up from a grimy hole
Like a gopher molded from iron ore
Neck and head periscoping left then right
Tiny arms bolted to its furry chest of rust
Surveying the silence of this industrial prairie
And the graves pocked from Foundry hammers
Until a school bell bangs
And a kaleidoscope gang of cell phone kids
Clamber from broken windows and dim doorways
To play in this forbidden park
Riding and rocking the new springer like a rodeo bronco
Screwing
The old boss back to its subterranean foundation
Another generation
Re-connecting the muddy wells to our silver faucets.
Hold me closer when I seem too nervous to take a step forward;
Sit me down; talk to me like your own.
Breathe with me that I may believe in myself,
Tell me that everything is going to be just alright within the shortest time possible.
Sometimes,when my knees tremble and I fall to the ground,
Give me your hand,take my hand and pick me up to stand again.
When frailty comes my way and I cry and swear never to try again,
Whisper softly to me that giving up isn't the solution we need here.
When I'm carried away by the influence of my group; peer pressure,
Give me a wink as a silent warning and reminder that I shouldn't let my guard down.
Even as I try to deceive that I'm fine like I usually do just to fit amongst you,
Say it to me that it is actually okay to be okay.
You are my friend,and I am your friend;
I give you all the rights and responsibilities to take care of me like your baby.
Watch over me like my nanny, be my pointer to the right direction;
And even as I stand lonely along a lonely path, don't leave my side.
I do not know what tomorrow has in store for me;
I'm only made by the potter who decides how long I'm to last.
Promise me now,that even in my absence,
You shall not erase my name from your heart and memory.
When such catastrophy befalls me and I'm unprepared,
Vow to me that you will put my house back to order,
And carry on from wherever I will have stopped.
Look after my little prince and princess like they were your flesh and blood.
I'm stuck with you and I'm not going to let go of you,
This is what you signed up for when you made me a part of you.
Therefore,never get tired of my tears wetting your shoulders,
And don't hesitate to ask me for any favors.
Whenever you need me,feel free to let me know that I may gladly help.
Let's agree that it is one of the rules, that secrets are strictly forbidden here.
Take my hand and together,let us face the trials with confidence;
And as success pops up in our midst,dance with me as we celebrate.
I’m ordering a pack of seeds
For planting near my house.
Some flowers near a home is
An idea that I espouse.
If I plant black-eyed Susans
And, with luck, they really sprout,
I’ll surely smile each time
I’m coming home or going out.
Their color pops with happiness
And with their middle dot,
Or so-called “eye,” they paint a picture
I like quite a lot.
My thumb’s the opposite of green
So I won’t be surprised
If the seeds I plant don’t give me
Blooms the packets advertised.
Still, it’s not a big investment
To procure and plant some seeds,
For a dash or rain and sun and hope
Is all somebody needs.
My cat never cared,
was never bothered, never scared.
Till that is, when one day,
beside the cats litter tray,
another bowl lay beside,
In big letters labelled 'CYANIDE'.
And what did my old cat do?
Well thankfully he couldn't sue,
for he lapped up the deadly stuff,
and began to feel rather ruff.
He laid down for a quick light nap,
but this was a sadly, fatal mishap.
Well curiosity killed the cat!
No car, no illness, no getting fat.
Just his solemn wish to drink something new,
that in the end made him spew,
across the patio doors like paint,
our cat in life was not a saint.
We had a funeral he and I,
a little way to say goodbye.
For though he didn't like me so,
death makes you fonder, I'm sure you know.
A cheeky cat with so much sass,
a bachelor who purred at every lass.
Well in goes the cat, I grab a shovel,
when out pops his face all a puzzle.
I looked around and saw bowl two
Labelled 'ANTIFREEZE' , coloured bright blue.
Could this be, my brain did wonder -
how my cat survived such a blunder?
And in a move so foul and cruel,
my cat pushed a can of petrol fuel,
and then with a psychotic smile,
did scratch his claws on a nail file.
And in a poof of smoke and spark,
I'm left in only niknaks stark.
He winked at me and strutted inside,
me speechless with a torched backside.
I started to panic, he thinks I'm to blame,
and now my cats gone insane!
It seems he drank both poison and cure,
I guess I'll never know for sure.
But now I have a homicidal cat,
At least a feline sociopath at that.
Who took a pillow to my head,
when I was sound asleep in bed,
and later still left a present,
in my coffee, oh how unpleasant!
So a little warning, this shall serve,
to those of you who have the nerve,
to not treat your cat with respect,
you never know what might happen next.
For in the garden I can see,
a hole scratched out for poor, old me.
07.31.2021
wait for me don't leave me yet..don't
get on the train yet.
I run into countless people to get you.
please wait for me,will you wait for me.
I'm sorry about me and you,
I care for you,and i won't let you go this
time.
I will cherish you.I made a big mistakes in
my,
I don't want to lose you now,
I'll be there,don't you worry.
you wait at the train station waiting on the train.
you wait for me to see if I will ever come for you.
I think in my mind,I can't lose you now.
I remembered the tears in your eyes,
and said that you hated me.
and you said that didn't care for me anymore..
why did I hurt her feelings,why did I do it.
and now she's leaving on a train and I will never
see her again.
she still waits for me,as the train come nears soon
in 20 mins.
I'm almost there,I can't stop.please wait for me.
I come near the train pops out of no where.
she getting to board on the train.
I run and knock over people looking for her.
I fall down and everyone boards on and leave.
I got back up and look at the train and said,
I'm sorry and say goodbye.
I turn around and said its you,she said to me
you came for me,but why.I said to her I care
for you and love you
she smiled and kissed me and held my hand.
Freedom for our ancestors did not come silently.
It came like firecracker pops. It came with canons’ blast.
It came with rebel shouts that shook the world.
It came with many sacrifices in the past.
Freedom echoes in our nation’s collective memory.
We celebrate it noisily in July.
But think beyond the revelry and cacophony.
Think beyond the many lights that blaze the sky.
Freedom’s fight must never be forgotten.
Its story must be passed on to not be lost.
Revolt was loud. It sparked a fire led by a battle cry.
Brave souls’ lives were precious freedom’s cost.
March 21, 2022
For Robert James Liguori's Freedom Poetry Contest
I shall fan you out with my feathered tail
Strutting and preening
Pointedly marching my peacock toes
You will be amazed and faint at my feet
For I am a male, and this is what peahens do
You will be overcome with my glorious plumage
My gorgeous blue and green feathers with pops of gold
My beauty will astound you, and break you down
You will melt like a snow cone at my feet.
The plain brown peahen rolled her eyes.
She was astounded by his modesty of course.
And by his pompous arrogance.
She could live the rest of her life without this in her life.
She walked off, never to return to this barnyard.
Where there was only one peacock.
Who lived the rest of his life not understanding why she had left.
Not realizing how annoying and vain he was.
Moral of the story: You do not have to say every thought in your head
Fourth of July whistles and blasts
erratic pops sounding like shots
bring back images from my past
things I thought I had long forgot
“Mind over matter- I'm okay”
I tell myself amid the din
but pretense quickly falls away
as panic rises from within
Shattering silence in the air
this booming breaks my fragile peace
like psychological warfare
it wears me down and will not cease
This hellish siege goes on all night
and will go on for days and days...
primal mind caught in fight or flight
(Oblivious, to them- it's play!)
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For some of us, holidays with fireworks (Independence Day, New Years) are no picnic. While you enjoy the 4th, please think of others (especially veterans and others with PTSD...). When people set off fireworks in restricted neighborhoods, there is virtually no refuge for us!
Bubblegum is sweet and chewy
Blowing bubbles can get gooey
When it pops inside your hair
Trying to pull it out with care
Doesn't work neither does washing
SO scissors are used for forcing
Out this yummy ooey treat
That every kid loves to eat
Trident and Dentyne caress
Your mouth with a nice freshness
So people aren't scared away
It also helps with tooth decay
Bazooka Joe was really fun
Comics wrapped around the gum
With funny jokes and prize points too
Gifts could be mailed to you
Zebra gum was full of rainbows
Colored bubbles you could blow
Different flavors in each stick
Finding your favorite was the trick
Chicklets are so cute and square
You could take them anywhere
In a box they are protected
The smallest gum that was invented
The best gum came in a pack
Of trading cards you could stack
And trade with all of your friends
Complete collections int eh end
People chew gum everyday
A trend that is here to stay
Being chewed so merrily
A treat that is happi8ly
Part of everybody's world
But please don't be like the girl
Who was acting so stingy
And turned into a blueberry
"The mountains are my bones
The rivers my veins
The forest are my thoughts
And the stars are my dreams
The ocean is my heart
It's pounding is my pulse
The sounds of the earth write
The music of my soul"
_Unknown
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I find that inspiring- how Mother Nature heals,
after devastation beginning new untiring;
her deep scars she easily repairs and conceals,
I find that inspiring.
I seek my serene- in all that nature reveals,
in green lush seeking scenes I know she is not retiring;
from nothing- out pops a new green leaf that appeals.
I grasp the lesson that Mother Nature unseals,
that whatever- we should always, always be inquiring;
for from upheaval and destruction beauty steals,
I find that inspiring.
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April 8, 2020
Poetry/Roundel/Nature Will Find a Way
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1242-308-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for Serenity in Scenes of Mother Nature
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
Second Place