Long Quarter Poems
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You would be great! You are a natural the boss told Keith.
He was suspicious. Would I have to wear a costume or a wreath?
Nothing like that, his happy co-workers assured him.
He saw a bit of a smirk on his occupational nemesis, Jim.
I did it! The other cats began to mew and meow.
You would be fabulous; with your dancing, you would be a wow!
Would I have to sing Keith the Cat asked, with a bit of fear.
Not at all, they lied through their teeth; they were abundantly clear.
Here is your script, the boss said, the day before the final event.
Your dancing is superb, and I hear your voice is heaven-sent.
My voice! Keith squeaked, I thought I would not have to sing!
Oh, just a little bit, the boss assured him. Here is the bell to ring.
The costume people rushed in at a quarter to six to do him over.
He did not have time to protest or scram, he later told his wife, Clover.
Clover smirked a bit and said “But honey, you were so great as a tree!”
He rolled his brown eyes and said “They sure got the best of me!”
After it was over, the staff surrounded him for a bit of kibble.
You were terrific! They all screamed as they drank with their nibble.
Would you do it again? The boss asked, clearly an answer he did seek.
Of course he would; for their compliments made him happy for a week.
The nutcracker stockings could not resist the urge to play
They sat silent without moving the entire long day
But at night when the lights went out,
They began to whirl twirl, twist and shout
We are the nutsies, the mighty mighty nutcrackers!
These silly humans are crazy, completely polly-wackers!
The humans heard, and two ran down the stairs.
But the stockings were fast, and they hung and gave them stares.
The humans went back up and the nutcrackers sang a song.
Footsteps on the stairs, they knew it would not be long.
The humans were bamboozled, confused, did not know what to do.
Nutcracker stockings kept them on their toes until a quarter after two.
AFTER THE FLOOD
After the flood has subsided
With insurance claims made
Pertaining to the destruction
There’s all the reconstruction
The memories will never fade
And reluctant moves decided
Now leaving a riverside location
After years of increasing prices
Insurance premiums now sky high
And still the ground is not dry
Fearing a repeat of such a crisis
And little advance information
Perhaps a home on a mountain
But never on a low marshy plain
Nor situated by a body of water
Flooding offers few any quarter
Is our future to be constant rain
Drains overflow like a fountain
It’s climate change, they all say
But there’s been floods before
Seas just a metre or two higher
In coastal regions it will be dire
It’s history, so just talk to Noah
Maybe it’ll happen again one day
2025.1.4
Happy New Year, my dear.
How were your holidays,
While your second home was closed.
Just wonder how you would feel if you find out,
I have been confiding my feelings for you to strangers.
Our days at your second home and my quarter.
The time we enjoyed each other company,
Shared our favorites and past life stories.
Our shopping, preparing, cooking and consuming food,
Which were simple delicious and nutritious.
I could not help sharing with people about my feelings,
Just like you can't help ending our relationship.
I have decided to let the friendship flame on,
Not because I wanted to use it to melt your heart,
Simply to keep me company while writing the feelings on my part.
Now, everything has fallen apart,
To such an extend you must choose different paths,
To avoid walking pass my place.
Travel between your home and second home.
Really, was that really necessary?
Grow up and behave maturely.
Rum and twenty dollar bills,
three parts giddy a quarter numb;
Innate desire each one fulfills;
Dazed rabbit diving down molehills
not at all curious about the outcome,
rum and twenty dollar bills;
Relishing everything the taste instills
keyed up and devouring every crumb,
innate desire each one fulfills;
In a flash sensibility sours and spills,
licking the rim erasing humdrum;
Rum and twenty dollar bills;
Spiced butter and enchanted thrills
with each drop madness can hum;
Innate desire each one fulfills;
The sunrise sobers and chills,
moonlight fades throwing a tantrum;
Rum and twenty dollar bills,
innate desire each one fulfills.
I saw it in one of those chintzy antique shops.
I recalled that it was made for travelling musicians
that wanted to work out scores while not being overheard.
It was old and all wood. When I tapped the keys
they clacked, but each key to me seemed to clack
in a slightly different tone,
as if the pianist’s thoughts and intentions
had somehow imprinted
a musical counterpart into the inarticulate wood.
When I got it home
I propped it up against a wall, poured myself a drink
and thought what a fool I was.
The ice cubes in my bourbon tinkled unmusically.
I stared at it.
‘You can’t even play a kazoo you idiot, what the …..!’
Later, a little drunk,
I took it up and placed it on a table,
stretched my stiff fingers and played.
I played like I had never played before!
This was real, not an air-guitar thing.
Chopin and Mozart flowed through my hands
as I sped through deft keyboard exercises,
labelling quarter and eighth notes, dashing off
aurally different meters,
executing perfect pitch and phrase.
After the warm-up I was ready for my public.
With much élan and gusto, I thundered through
a dramatic First Movement.
The Andante I performed next was hauntingly beautiful.
I swayed on my stool in a deep artistic trance.
An invisible audience gasped and yes, they stood and roared
their approval, as the last note of a sonata I had
just composed, concluded a fiery Allegro.
Tomorrow I intend to jazz-duet with Oscar Peterson.
Man, it’s good to be dumb.
A Friend Shares Pear Bounty.
We have a long time friend
Who has a great pear tree.
She can’t begin to eat them all
So shares excess pears with me.
Pears long been my favorite fruit
Oh I like peaches all the same.
But when I can get good pears
That’s the winner of the game.
We laugh when we discuss them
A few may have a “wind-fall” spot
Some might want to toss them
But with me, they’ll never rot.
You see, I have a plan in place
To use them, one by one.
As I trim aside that “rough” spot
I always feel like I have won.
Often a blemish is skin deep
Like many you find in folks.
When you get down to the heart
That outer blemish is oft a joke.
It you find there’s part’s & pieces
You just can’t really use
Merely set those parts aside
Remember it’s just a bruise.
I often remind myself
As I’m cutting away the core
If even half the pear is lost.
I’ve more pear than I had before.
I have a personal recipe
I use amidst “pear” season
I scrub them up real good
Cause peeling is out of reason.
I quarter up the ripened pear
Don’t eat it raw ahead of time.
I trim away those darker parts
Slicing up the rest real fine.
I place them in a sauce dish
Made to stand the micro wave
That handy oven I like to use
Many hours of wait can save.
I sprinkle generously with sugar
A bit of cinnamon now on top
Will help these tasty pear bites
Have a flavor that just won’t stop.
99 seconds on the timer
Will nuke them up, well done.
Then add a bit of milk or cream
Will be pouring on more fun.
So my hat is off to our friend.
It makes me smile now when we meet
The sight of her oft brings to mind
Those tasty pears that can’t be beat.
Written by oldbuck, Nov. 25, 2017 as he had just finished a warm bowl of sliced pears topped with whipping cream left over from Thanksgiving.
Waiting for the plumber
Can sometimes be a bummer
Trapped between cold winters
And a distant summer
But there’s always quite a rush
When the “flushy” thing won’t flush
And your “toilet doctor’s” on another call
So you're using bottled water
Cost a buck and a quarter
The girls are in a queue
knowing not what else to do
and the boys can always pee
behind the neighbor’s tree
the youngest is in tears
for he’s lost one of his bears
when the plumber says: “I’ve got it”
I shout: “don’t let the baby spot it”
The other kids are waiting
Tell the kid he’s hibernating
In the queue a silent hush
As they hear the toilet flush
667.
The 2nd Period of the Independent Era of Philippine History:
Marcos Regime
The only Philippine President elected for another term
Ferdinand Marcos' grip to power was ostensibly firm
But the 2nd & 3rd terms of his presidency
Was engulfed with civil unrest & leftist insurgency
In the so-called “First Quarter Storm”, thousands protested
Separatist groups, MNLF & CPP-NPA, were founded
There was a bombing in the rally of the opposition
High government officials encountered attempts of assassination
The fruit of such anarchy was the Martial law declaration
To save the republic and address the threats of insurrection
Marcos imposed an “iron hand” over the entire nation
There were massive reforms like the new Constitution
Grand edifices were erected like the Manila Planetarium & the PICC
Built were widespread housings, schools, hospitals, roads, bridges & the LRT
Despite these vast projects & accomplishments for our country
The yellows treated Marcos as our nation's enemy
This is the 2nd Period of Independent Era – Marcos Regime
The longest rule by a Filipino President from glory to grim
3 terms of great achievements & gruesome resentments
God taught the Filipinos a good lesson for our next presidents.
-05/28/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
Our Solar System's planets spin like ours-
but few are 'rocky' ones that share our stars,
like Venus, Mercury, our Earth, and Mars.
For life to grow and thrive on our Earth here,
we need key elements upon its sphere:
earth, water, air, and fire- must persevere.
Each month, our Moon, with us, plays hide and seek
with phases that are spaced and quite unique:
Full Moon, Last Quarter, New, First Quarter streak.
Within twelve months, each quarter they appear-
we call them Seasons, and they grant us cheer;
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter- fill our year.
On this huge Earth, we need help traveling-
to Cardinal directions we need cling,
for North, South, East, and West's unraveling.
For peace- books of the Bible steer our course
in times of happiness and in remorse;
Mark, Matthew, Luke, and John- faiths reinforce.
February 2, 2020
Contest: What's In a Number
Sponsor: Juliet Ligon
Rules: Represent the number 4
without using the word 'four'