Long Restrooms Poems

This is a totally true episode from our 40 years spent collecting antiques -  


You never know for sure what lays ahead in life, my friend…
And here’s a tale I love to tell, and...

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Hello. I was born after the Civil War and met my fate after much civil unrest. You may have never encountered me, but some things you might already know. My name is Jim Crow, and...

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My wife and I were traveling down the road one afternoon 
When she said, “Honey, I could use a pit-stop pretty soon.”

Now…we all know the feeling when old Mother Nature calls, 
So I said, “As...

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When we think of traveling we most often think of going from one location to another. That’s good but I sometimes like to return in reverie to times in my past. Places where I spent...

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I’m proud to contradict you, sir...your p***s makes you male...and males who claim they’re female are too often merely fools
That feign their - swap in gender - to compete in women’s sports...their goals:  to...

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A field day shoe fit for Mother Goose
  
Fruitless effort squeezing figurative juice
Pandora called triggering 
helter skelter to get loose
necessitating Bullwinkle J. Moose
to usher at yours truly 
(an aspiring wordsmith) vamoose!

Hey diddle diddle the...

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Mother Goose would find her tail feathers ruffled 

Hey diddle diddle 
the cat and the fiddle
when off to see 
a crooked man and woman,
whilst cowards jumped 
over moo ving little
pair of mismatched muggles,
who both walked...

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Fringe benefits (a plug) for perks (yo man) living at 2 highland manor drive

Expanse of green acres draped
like a petticoat when ye arrive
birds of a feather flock together
and bees gather collect nectar,
pollen, and water to...

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Note: This is the 1st HALF of this piece, the 2nd Half ending part is ready for you on the Soup at "Poems by Mark Stellinga" --- or you can simply listen to the full...

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I was always looking over my shoulder at her baggage

little did i know at the time 
but her baggage 
was within my sight
on our first few dates
what ever the circumstance 
she wasn't at liberty 
to...

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Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle
   when off to see a crooked man and woman
whilst cowards jumped over moo ving little
   pair of mismatched muggles, 
   who...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Freedom
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: March/2013


I grew up 
in the 
south,
where
spanish
moss 
hanged
heavy 
from 
oak tree's -

Where
hound dogs 
roamed 
dirt roads
tracking
down
a race
of  people,....

Black people,
America
said
were free -

We were 
not free -

America,
was 
"Segregated
America,"

Whites
on one side
and
Blacks
on the other -

Signs
posted
told us
where 
we could 
sit 
and eat -

And
"For Colored
Only"
signs
pointed,

to 
restrooms
that we
could use -

Water 
fountains
were 
prohibited,
except
the...

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Reminiscent of the America I Knew

Seventy years have come and gone as though
 it was a watch in the night, 
and if we would choose to turn back the clock 
we can’t even if we...

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I once traveled around the U. S. on a Greyhound bus,
My wife thought I was crazy, but she made little fuss,
It was, by far, the most awesome adventure I ever took
Three changes of clothes, lots...

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Boohoo is bidding for Boo-Boo
But Yogi’s not seeking a deal,
He’s scanning the park for a picnic
Looking forward to his evening meal.

Warner Brothers deny their involvement
So investors are kept in the dark,
But rumours are spreading ’round...

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GRAVIDAS EARTH

the turntable in a whorl, my thumbprint
distinct on 45’s and 78’s and the cover
near the door, spewed upon - i forgive
you my roommate-sister, it’s only cardboard.
afterall, how’d we know, the future would auction
our records,...

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They’re laying down the rules; and don’t you be a drag
Claiming they are not the douche; but are they perhaps the bag?
Does pretension breed contention; and do their restrooms surely smell;
And when they look to...

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We are people of color
prideful
beautiful of color
but we are viewed as athletes
rappers and 
singers
eventhough we have one of us
in the white house we are still
viewed as such
we were once kings and queens
but was stolen from...

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Stopped for lunch on our way home from Philly.
All visited restrooms and didn’t dilly.
After consuming our lunch, 
in preparation for a long drive,
He, again, dashed to the restroom getting ready to ride.

Emerging from the toilet...

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Ever since I was a teen, I dreamed of seeing the land of Mardi Gras.
Visiting the Big Easy had become stuck deep inside my craw.
I wanted to see the French Quarter, a mystical place of...

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Children play on the stumps of the fallen giants, mocked in death by the glitter of disco lights and the raucous cheers of drunks.

Asphalt long melted round their dead roots where once they hovered over...

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Pumping through the boundaries
like water out of a burst pipe
they go beyond
in search of that golden fleece.
Leaving the yam and millet
In hands of ''intellectual weaklings".
Deserting their muddy palaces
Resorting to restrooms yonder
Good hands seasoned for hoes
now...

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Oh, the memories of school days from the past,
Those high school days I will never forget;
Happy to recall those gym dances, oh what a blast !

All of us girls loved those dances with no regrets,
Crowding...

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Close your eyes: Picture a long-ago time and place
   When life was lived at a much slower pace
Think Deep South, small towns or big cities
   Your lot in life there determined...

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Just the other day in this tiny somewhat corrupted
As polluted want to be so much more, tempered town
In tinseled dreams formulated by their minute elite ? Borne
Longings passed onward by father's gold rush these, railroad...

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