Long Seattle Poems
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Glory prizes abound
when your heart shines like the sun.
But let's not get too gushy here.
Or cheesy. Or tacky.
Let's get real: you are your own best motor,
pluggging along towards a fostering joy.
These are facts not whimsies.
(I speak of whimsies in earlier texts,
when I observed fairies clinging to your earlobes
[if you only knew!].)
it's been a warm summer day in Seattle, sure,
and yes, I HAVE been in the garden most of the day,
cleaning gutters and pulling up grass
my girlfriend isn't a fan of.
These labors lie along a path that leads
to a happiness.
The grim grime and flat-out guck,
you find it between the beauty.
You raise it up and tops it
into the big green bin,
amazed at the path you've found
right outside your doorstep.
To diary:
Mama, by now, I suspect you are on my trail
to Phoenix, however I do think you figured
it all out-the red herrings... and are instead
on the right path to Seattle. A part me wants
to challenge you. As much as you are in
pursuit of me, I am in pursuit of reading
about Evelyn Lau, teenage runaway and poet...
for the second time.
To diary:
I Got tree sap, aka hotel front desk worker,
for another blanket. It's too easy, mama. Watch."Ma'am,
my mother in room 101 request a blanket and pillow,"
and like clockwork she gave it to me, then I pause,
"ma'am can we also get some toothbrushes and toothpaste"
and like clockwork she gave it to me. What a tree sap.
Although this time our eyes met and I think she's onto
me. But that didn't stop me from taking a green apple
and newspaper. mama, let me tell you these come in
handy... let me tell you... oh, oh i just figured it
out, the lobby's the first floor there can't be a room
101. She's playing me. What else is new.
Today I went to the library
sitting at a nook
quite contrary
reading a book
the staff was cold as ice
i say screw the kiddie section
my answer not so nice
why is this the wrong direction
it's hard being eleven
where their prying eyes
on me being adult smart
they try to befriend and spy
the books I read
the information I consort
the knowledge I feed
the ideologies I support
baby girl plays the sham
changing the Lau book
with green eggs and ham
and returning their looks
this is all too irony
sleeping on the streets
dealing with their tyranny
and trying to be upbeat
I pass these books and nooks
I say She who forges her own path
being mistook
wields her own fate
with upending wrath
to being one of the greats
Paris Pachecho
connie pachecho
12/30/16
Grant me pancakes trolleys
Rocket-fueled swingsets
Marmalade mountains
with high-crusting cream.
Seattle strings its polite passers
Among misting choirs of clouds,
So begging I go for dixie cups of chili
Steaming block by block, as a harsh July
Has every fourth day blue.
I wish for weather with wiggling hues
of pinks, rouge, and mauve,
Landscaped with blazeberries, lazer lemons, and fudge.
Fudge, fudge, for all with small children,
Young puppies, and dwarfed camels,
So we can ride slow, strong, and merry
in bliss-hoofed patterns.
My final wish of this corrugated ten,
Is to speak of such long tales, once rested and spent
Along the shores of our Lord, at the edge of these dreams.
Today we visited the Farmer’s market in Ballard.
It was a beautiful sight to see…
Booths that stretched for two whole blocks….managed by people of all diversities…
On our way to the Farmer’s market…
(I love when we discover surprises out of our control)
we happened upon one of Thomas Dambo’s six Northwestern trolls.
We also visited the Ballard Locks…
where we could actually see
the wonder of their engineering…a testament to ingenuity.
I’d love to say these are the reasons we went to Ballard..
for as terrific as that would be….
the truth is we heard Ballard has a Danish Bakery.
The troll, the Farmer’s Market, and the locks were amazing
we truly loved all of these….
but…they paled in comparison…to a danish filled with cheese.
Another highlight of our day…as our trip to Seattle comes to an end
was having lunch with Alison…a dear old high school friend.
One of the things I love about visiting an old friend…
is the smile that stirs within your heart
when you realize how a friendship can endure
no matter how long you’ve been apart.
The time it took to eat our lunch….
like all time, unfortunately, flew by in a breeze….
but lunch with an old friend brought even more joy
than a danish filled with cheese.
Which brings me to what I love about these last 3 days in Washington:
After all we’ve seen and done…I know
from now on we’ll be taking a little bit of Seattle with us…
wherever we may go.
From Washington D.C. is launched an attack
against a venal South America communist
While in Seattle, WA a North American communist
is sworn into office as the city’s mayor
I hear that Seattle residents voted in a middle-aged woman
whose parent still help her with her rent payments
And in NYC, a man with no record of achievement whatsoever
Zero Zohran – now Mayor of America’s largest city
What a hoot! But America can’t have it both ways.
If we are going communist, we’ll have to free Madura
FAT CHANCE OF THAT!
The Great Northern Road Trip is meant to follow Highway 2 from Washington to Maine.
That’s how it was drawn up…that is how it is known
but along the way (Seattle, Olympic, Glacier, Banff) we’ve tried to make this trip our own.
Today we were back on Highway 2 heading to Havre (pronounced Have-er), Montana
which should make the creators of the Great Northern Road Trip smile…
because we’ll be taking Highway 2 across Montana…633 more miles.
Today was basically a traveling day but we still had a chance to stop
In Cut Bank, Montana where we paused…filled with elation
to see the 27 foot penguin announcing Cut Bank as the coldest spot in then nation.
North Dakota disagrees, saying some of it’s cities are colder,
Grand Forks, Williston and Fargo to name a few
but…if a 27 foot penguins says it…you know it must be true.
Highway 2 across this part of Montana …is long and monotonous
so to fight a portion of the trip that can be mundane
we stopped to watch the sweet grass swaying across the plains.
Yes, since the road was completely empty…..we stopped the car…got out
to watch the golden grasses of Montana dancing in the breeze
and for a moment it felt like the two of us were aboard a ship upon the seven seas.
We’ve gotten use to seeing huge mountains, big beautiful lakes, an occasional grizzly bear
today, however, on our Great Northern Road Trip…we saw none of these
but we did see a 27 foot concrete penguin
and fields of sweet grass dancing in the breeze.
Because pausing at some of these little things
still beautiful, still interesting but a little lesser known
is just another way along the road
we make this trip our own.
From visiting Seattle to seeing whales from the port side of a ship…
so many new experiences keep cropping up this trip…
We crossed the Puget Sound on a giant Ferry boat…
then drove across the Hood Canal on a bridge that was built to float.
As we drove out of Seattle, the tall pines and a host of new flowers
were a delight for us to see.
And, as planned, we reached Port Angeles too early to enter Air B & B.
So we drove into Olympic National Park…where it began to rain a smidge
but the mist and the foggy roads didn’t deter us from driving to Hurricane Ridge.
Which was great because once we arrived…just a little after midday…
the rain had stopped the fog had lifted and what we saw took our breath away
The sun peeking through the clouds…made the entire region glow
In the distance the Olympic Mountains made an appearance…their peaks speckled with snow.
Down below us in the grassy meadow…leisurely lounging we saw a family of deer
and soon after we arrived a woodchuck family appeared.
We took a walk on top of the ridge…there was a quiet solitude everywhere…
we saw patches of snow in June…as the smell of pine trees filled the air…
I don’t think I can find the words to express exactly what we were feeling…
the stunning, magnificent beauty nature was revealing.
Perhaps the best way to describe…exactly what I’m talking about
Is to tell you Deborah and I stood their speechless…
our mouths were open, ready to speak…but our words would not come out.
Next we visited the beauty of Lake Crescent surrounded by the Olympic peaks
And for the second time that day…we tried but could not speak.
As we pulled up to our tiny house that will be our home for the next two days
I was thinking how the beauty of this day…both fascinated and amazed….
And there is no better way to describe…the beauty we experienced today…
than to say not only did it take our breath…but all our words away.
With two hundred thousand dollars
and a parachute way up high,
Dan Cooper left the 727 he hijacked
and disappeared in the deep blue sky.
Somewhere between Seattle and Portland
the only American hijacker never caught
landed either dead or alive -
the FBI and authorities know naught.
He bought a ticket under the name of Dan Cooper,
the media mistakenly called him D. B.;
whatever became of him and the money
remains today a mystery.
Some say he couldn't have survived the jump;
Some say they know he's been seen;
Some say he could be living in your neighborhood;
If he's alive, he got away clean.
The legend of D. B. Cooper -
A man who disappeared into airspace,
On November 24, 1971 -
Still an unsolved FBI case.
early 50's
don't mean maybe
here i come
slap the baby
hear me screaming
now i'm breathing
the proud parents
really beaming
mid december
it is chilly
named me mike
instead of billy
adolescence
before you know it
kind of shy
don't you blow it
moved away
because of dad
left behind
friends i had
teenage years
finally settled
florida
from seattle
culture shock
plus the weather
all i had
sonic sweaters
took no time
skin to leather
from the color
alabaster
here's the years
i discovered
full time friends
part time lovers
a few times
things got drastic
drank to much
acted spastic
laid around
worked on fattening
mom and dad
were not laughing
as they begged
on their knees
find a job
so you can leave
i joined in
the military
with no war
not too scary
found a girl
we got married
had some kids
now it's scary
lost my job
lost my dime
standing in
unemployment lines
found a job
things are fine
moving to
the prime of life
with the kids
still at home
things are moving
right along
from the left
to the right
that's the story
of my life
I have seen you flash by
Amidst thick green foliage and swaying pines
Like a distant silver dream
On receding skyline
But was never satisfied
For a close encounter I craved
I did then go up
The Space Needle in Seattle
Hoping to have a clear view
Of your snow-clad balding pate
That thought profound thoughts
Against mortal blues of the empty sky
But, alas, you remained
Elusive to sight
Hiding behind shifting clouds
Yesterday, I drove over a hundred miles
Climbed my way to Sunrise Point
Hoping for a close tete-a-tete
You played truant again
I saw a blank
Of nothingness, void
A grey screen of clouds and mist
As snow-flakes flew around
The board before me read
You were somewhere there
Amidst mighty peaks
Right before my unseeing eyes
Doesn't matter Rainier
You are there, I know for sure
Like the Himalayan peaks
I haven't seen
And yet am charmed by their beauty
On calendars, picture-cards
Inherent philosophy
Their height and grandeur speak
Better luck next time
Rainier, you are a teacher
I have now seen
Lofty nothingness, void
Against which I have all the peaks
Of the world that speak
Of Truth that belongs not to things
But to an evanescent dream
That the Lord, whoever He is
Conjures up for stupid minds