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Golly, where do I start when there are so many of them
Some B-Movie actors but so many are gems
The third movie he starred in was with Hannah in Splash
A mermaid so cute, boy her squeals made me laugh
The next one that secured me to liken this dude
Was in Dragnet as Pep Streebeck, his acting so good
Turner and Hooch to A League of Their Own
You can tell by his acting that this actor has grown
Then came the classics that brought him to the fore
Sleepless in Seattle and Forrest Gump, Toy Story so adored
Catch Me If You Can, The Terminal and The Da Vinci Code
Oscars were sure to follow, to the podium he proudly strode
The guy I have chosen, is the fabulous Tom Hanks
In his role Saving Private Ryan, I say a warm-felt thanks
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
Our bookstore is filled with stories…from the present to days of yore
Still some of the greatest stories never written walk in through our front door.
If you’ve read any of my poems you know I can be verbose…
I have a tendency to prattle…
But bear with me as this story begins 28 years ago
In a bookstore…in Seattle.
A young couple walked into that bookstore…so their story goes
and she had no idea that night…he was planning to propose.
Once inside the bookstore…they hadn’t gotten very far
when he noticed a book he loved as a child:
Maurice Sendak’s…Where The Wild Things Are.
She said she’d never read the story…and instantly he was shook…
for how could he marry a person who did not love this book?
So there in that old bookstore he made the wild things stir
as he sat down on that old floor and read that book to her.
And he knew by her eyes she loved it too…so that was the moment he chose
to tell her how much he loved her…as he got down on one knee to propose.
He offered her a life of wild things…wild things big and small
He said he wanted to spend his life with someone who would love him best of all.
Fast forward exactly 28 years to the day…when they enter our store…look up…
and what catches their eyes simultaneously…but two Where The Wild Things Are cups.
They show their daughter who rolls her eyes…then heads to the back of the store.
As they purchase the cups they tell me their story…one their daughter’s obviously heard before.
I smiled watching them leave the store…
thinking they’ve come so far…
from the moment their love began
28 years ago
in a bookstore
in Seattle
Where the Wild Things Are.
My true love story
Almost seems like
A fairy tale romance.
Romeo and Julian almost.
Two lovers met
From different worlds
And find themselves.
Also has elements
Of “Mid-summer night dreams”
Sonnets and poems.
And other classic romance
Dramas, poems, and stories.
And classic romcoms.
Including Sleepless in Seattle
And Bollywood and K dramas..
But in my story
I dreamt of meeting
And marrying my dream lady
Traveled to Korea
Where she was waiting for me.
And despite opposition
From her family.
There was a happy ending
And we are still together
42 years later.
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.
There is a boy named Paxton Jerry.
He told me I was fun and never made jokes of my back—which is very hairy.
We would hold hands and play monsters at the park.
"Daddy, can we go to the park before it gets dark"?
How could I possibly say no to his sweet little voice?
And saying yes seems to be my best (only) choice.
Once upon a time while in a hurry, I said "Alright now, we gotta hurry so stick to your guns".
Avril Petals and Paxton Jerry looked right at each other, smiled, and made their hands look the part and we were off to enjoy some family fun.
One special Super Bowl Sunday we were fortunate enough to watch the big game together.
At this time of my life, I lived in South Seattle and on this special memory; such as unity, intimacy, love and happiness —timeless, priceless...will last forever.
Paxton has reached his 8th birthday today; one we shall not share.
Life has a gift allowing us hope that one day, we can share a hug, an "I love you", showing how much we really, care . . .
Happy Birthday Paxton! I love you and miss you so much!
Love,
Dad
March 26, 2009
3/26/17
There's a lady farmer from Seattle
Who doesn't snore but moos aloud as cattle
She will only lay
On a bed of hay
Where sheep can't sleep for her rowdy rattle.
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There is a woman that comes from Belgium
Who has been blessed with an enormous bum
She carries her kids
Upon her wide hips
And gets her chores done whilst they’re having fun.
*+*+*+*
There once was a skunk who’s heart was sunk
Because someone had told him that he stunk
So he bathed in perfume
Which got rid of his gloom
And started to strut feeling alike a hunk.
*+*+*+*
Pal Alfie jigged alike a raging fire
What's it all about, I had to enquire
He said he must hurry
He'd made a hot curry
And his innards were a furnace afire.
Alfie went scurrying off to the loo
I followed him to ask what I could do
He said "Just hold your nose”
“I'm ready to explode"
He did and the roof it exploded too.
We were both covered in debris and slate
And pondered how we could ever escape
Then the firemen arrived
And we’re staying alive
Now for our sakes no more curry he’ll make.
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My wish is that a sweet tune I could sing
Much joy to my heart it would truly bring
I sound alike a goat
With a frog in my throat
And so I cannot sing my ding a ling.
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4th November 2022
The country's crazy, out of whack somehow
There's a new 'Republic' in Seattle now
Young folks are calling to defund police
A fury in the streets that will not cease...
They scream their slogans, every day the same
For 'racial justice,' -- it's an age-old game
'Cos no one really thinks that things will change
Most voters find the goings-on quite strange
America the Beautiful's long dead and gone
Sure seems the leaders guessed completely wrong
They watched as cities festered, crime increased
So many murders, little kids deceased...
Our cities smolder as the hurt returns
The people on the bottom still get burned
Iambic Pentameter
Couplet-style Rhyme
She’s not as dramatic as a hurricane or forest fire
Just someone’s old mother
Arranging her daily dignity
In an unrefrigerated apartment
She’s got a cushion chair
An oxygen tank
A bed
Her toilet
Weather Channel on the TV
She’s survived past her friends
The world’s last Sparrow chipping at a bird feeder
Night muffled of its insect thrumming
Mountain creeks hollow of Salmon speckle
She’s like them
A white flag draped over her rocking chair
108 degrees yesterday
112 today
Tomorrow?
Ceiling fan useless against the boil on her stove
Whistling to the empty room
She’s gone to sleep
Steaming
Lid rattling
We will all sleep eternal sleep very soon
Her only son breaks down the door at high noon
Cries alone
At her feet
Swallows the embers of her toes
Crumbles to dust
Himself
In the whirling arms of the unrecorded extinction.
Thirty-six years ago, at three a.m.,
our telephone rang loudly, waking me.
From faraway Seattle to New York,
my son announced these words, I won't forget.
“Good morning, Mom, you are a Grandma now!”
I then envisioned him the best I could
as he described his curls, good weight, and length-
I sensed the smell of his sweet powdered head.
For this dear phone call made to me this day,
would shape the awesome phases of my life.
My son announced some words, I won't forget!
“Good morning, Mom, you are a Grandma now!”
and set the stage for all that was to come-
a first-time Grandma- me at fifty-one.
I chose this event for the contest because, in 1990, our son and his wife were
Captains in the US Army, stationed in Seattle, WA.
Due to the distance, we had not seen them in a while. To receive
this moment was amazing because it really confirmed that we were
first-time grandparents.
The lines that were the hardest to write
“One small physical detail most people would overlook.”
(I chose “curls”).
“One sensory detail- sound, smell, texture, temperature, etc.”
(I chose “powdered head”).
From my first draft, I removed any further details about our
grandkids that the future provided.