Long Seltzer Poems
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A Coca-Cola bottle shape, sweet bubbly peaches, and cream
A moment, a time, could this be a Love Supreme?
My throat's parched and my tongue's lonely. I can't wait to pop that top, I'm serious so stop with the jeers
That effervescent fizz got my taste buds jumping. Oh how I love how they intrigue my ears
Anticipating and thinking of that moment of truth that wasn't even meant to last
Seizing the moment is paramount. So I'm drinking slowly, then fast and faster, before the fizz passes
Aaaaaahhhh! Good, very good but now it's gone just as quick as it came
Fleeting! So quickly back to reality. It's funny but I don't recall her name
Sitting in the “Peanut Gallery” in the centre of Doodyville
Clutching my Clarabell Clown Marionette , such a Thrill
No tangled strings, on my gift from Mom and Dad Vacing
Buffalo Bob says ”Please put on a show” my Heart Racing
Tight in his right hand my Clarabell holds; the “Talking Horn”
Clarabell”s form of speech : his seltzer bottle filled that Morn,
Hanging from his waist. My Clarabell, Sprayed Clarabell’s Face
I walk Clarabell back to the Gallery, Tears of joy upon my Face
When I got Home my teacher said Bring Clarabell to School
I put on a show, the teacher and the Children say “Harry, that was cool”
Walking through the rubble, I scoop ashes from my bedroom floor
I wonder : did his Horn go off ?, when the fire burst through the Door
My Clarabell saw nine sunsets, ten times Clarabell saw the early morning SUN
Do not shed any tears of Sorrow, Mom and Dad : Bought me another One
Inspired by the Contest : " TOYLAND " Sponsored by Linda-Marie
The " SweetHeart of POETRY SOUP " (and Me)
Dedicated to Patricia and Thomas Vacing ~~ MOM and DAD ~~
Naked Clowns Demented Brother
Alas one disaster follows another,
naked clown - demented brother
dancing for the heads of state
asleep with faces in their plate
and as the rubber chicken stretches
they send again the fool who fetches
red noses from downtrodden wretches
to decorate the wedding cakes
join the real to crumbling fakes
camouflage who gives and takes
shifting weight of global heat
melting shoes on city street
to shrinking ice caps tidal creep
rising under Al Gore’s jeep
clowns, they squeeze their bulbous horns,
geneticize the rose – no thorns
while warning us of sunless dawns
their seltzer bottles but a prop
sprayed on a fire that won’t stop
its cindering of nature’s crop
Alas, the clowns will all save face
disappear without a trace
disguise their noses as thorn-less roses
post naked “selfies” in heroes poses
Alas one disaster follows another,
naked clown – demented brother.
John G. Lawless
©7/13/2017
My stomach's like a rumbling pit
That any moment may explode.
My stomach's like a roiling pot
That's holding way too big a load.
My stomach's like Vesuvius;
It will erupt--and soon, I feel
My stomach's very mad at me
For wolfing down a five-pound meal.
Soon on the sofa I'll lie down.
I feel on me a hundred eyes
Of others shocked by what I ate.
My lowered head my shame descries.
Oh, fix an Alka Seltzer now
And bring it to me. Please be quick
Because this birthday of my life,
I've stuffed myself and am so sick.
February 24, 2020
entered in Richard Lamoureau's Warning Poetry Contest
The poem is a parody of the following poem.
A Birthday
By Christina Rossetti 1830–1894
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
Modern Appetite
by Michael R. Burch
"Women, wine, song ..."
It grumbled low, insisting it would feast
on blood and flesh, etcetera, at least
three times a day. With soft lubricious grease
and pale salacious oils, it would ease
its way through life. Each day—an aperitif.
Each night—a frothy bromide, for relief.
It lived on TV fare, wore pinafores,
slurped sugar-coated gumballs, gobbled S’mores.
When gas ensued, it burped and farted. ’Course,
it thought aloud, my wife will leave me. Whores
are not so damn particular. Divorce
is certainly a settlement, toujours!
A Tums a day will keep the shrink away,
recalcify old bones, keep gas at bay.
If Simon says, etcetera, Mother, may
I have my hit of calcium today?
Keywords/Tags: modern, appetite, supersize, me, indulgence, gluttony, bromide, seltzer, gas, Tums, calcium, quick, cure, tonic, overeating, women, wine, song, America, vanity, society, city, life
7/25/21
Until infinity
In any vicinity
Let me put it out there officially
I smoke and drink religiously
Call it the holy trinity
Initially
You'd think it does not mean s*** to me
And that all of it was done deliberately
Don't need your sympathy
Back-up or an infantry
Going to handle it differently
Instead of taking it all literally
This took effort and energy
Listen up Beverly
And Jeffery
A sad tune and melody
No cure or remedy
Every
Century
Continual treachery
Impacting longevity
Lives put in jeopardy
Done in plain sight or with discrepancy
Only thing left is a memory
The cycle going on endlessly
In case you're unaware
Had to start somewhere
I once cared
Now my heart, it's nothing there
People often just stare
Realize real life never was fair
I'd just hide and brush it to the side
I ain't got all the time
Or I'll fall behind
In a world full of crime
I've tried to keep an open mind
Instead of being asinine
Occasionally drinking seltzer with alkaline
Still looking for my valentine
While close and far from power lines
Became friends with a Porcupine
They never tried to undermine
Or made me feel like Frankenstein
Often I'm Jekyll but then I change to Hyde
All this rage inside
Is today the day I die?
Soldier, stand down
Don't be a damn clown
When there's toxic gas around
And in the sky a giant ash cloud
So what if they have doubts
And want to bad mouth
Once again I'm about to black out
All across the homeland
She needs to get with the program
I've been on that Conan
So she can get some romance
Watch me do it with no hands
Another body another toe tag
Like Godzilla against Rodan
Instead of always being so mad
Find a solution by making your own plan
Otherwise it all could go bad
I call myself a word girl, because words touch me
in many different ways, but memories is the biggest one
It is very interesting the tidbits of information
that your mind will hold from yesterday
Songs, poems, quotes, commercials, and catch phrases
can all take you back in time at a moment's notice
I like to listen to the classic rock station in
my car for just that reason, an old favorite
will put a smile on my face, not just for the
familiar lyrics, but for the memories it invokes
I often respond to my cat's pleas for more food
with the Meow mix commerical's theme song,
and he looks at me like I've lost my mind
My nephew also thought I was odd when I started
singing "Plop, plop, fizz, fizz, oh what a relief it is"
after a family member handed me some alka seltzer
for an upset stomach
So, I think I will "ride like the wind" and do my errands
for the day because "Life is a journey, not a destination"
From Queens to Manhattan, I rode the subway.
I will never forget that late spring day,
when I walked into that Greenwich Village café.
This young girl practically stole my heart away.
With a long white dress, and a six string guitar,
she was just another wannabe star.
I was sitting not far away from her at the bar.
Between sips of my glass of seltzer,
I listened to each sweet note sung by her.
The end of her performance brought a light ovation.
She sat next to me for some casual conversation.
After an informal introduction came a sweet little smile.
I was attracted to her all the while,
even though she was Jewish, and I a gentile.
I told her I also performed in a band.
She wrote her phone number on my left hand.
Everything with this female appeared just right.
I asked if I could see her tomorrow night.
She emphatically said “okay” and smiled with delight.
Later that night, disappointment would encumber.
When I tried to call her, I got a wrong number.
I am like a little seltzer pill.
Effervescent bubbles deep inside.
You are the liquid all around me, all around...
Uncovering the joy that I would hide.
I want to dissolve myself in you.
I want to dissolve.
So, wrap yourself around me as my body fades away.
I want to dissolve.
I am like the ice in wintertime.
Cold and hard and oh, so slippery.
You are the sun beaming down. beaming down.
Evaporating all of what is me.
I want to dissolve myself in you.
I want to dissolve.
So, wrap yourself around me as my body fades away.
I want to dissolve.
It must be so much more than love.
This desperate need to bare myself to you.
You are the Pacific all around my tiny shell.
Enfolding me with in your balmy blue.
And your saline eats away at my defenses.
Eroding all my carefully made fences.
Watch me dissolve...
In the end I want to be a part of you.
Swimming, drifting all around your soul.
I want to soak up all I can of you
Until my empty spirit becomes full.
I want to dissolve myself in you.
I want to dissolve.
So, wrap yourself around me as my body fades away.
I want to dissolve.
NOISE ANNOYS
Externally it might emerge as a belch
Especially as the seltzer may just fizz
But inside, one may just hear the stomach squelch
Maybe a hiccup, well you know how it is
A grunt is quite the opposite, so they say
But no-one should cackle in a TV quiz
A silly giggle might just escape one day
Yet a howl might just be judged a bit too loud
But a laugh, not a bellow, that is Okay
Such sounds may amuse an audience or crowd
In a studio setting, rules can apply
But deafening silence is rarely allowed
Bodily functions can often go awry
And can surprise anyone, yet few know why