Long Seville Poems
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Alfalfa- Darla, Darla, Darla...If you're a bird, I'm a bird.
Darla- Oh Alfalfa, you are so sweet, but where would we fly to?
Alfalfa- Where? I'll tell you where...to the moon! You want the moon? Just say the word, and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down.
Darla- Oh Alfalfa, tell me, was I the first girl you ever kissed?
Alfalfa- Darla, I wanted it to be you, I wanted it to be you so badly. But my momma was the first girl that I ever kissed, and then my little sister. I'm so sorry, Darla.
Darla- Oh Alfalfa, you do know that love means never having to say you're sorry, right?
Alfalfa- Darla, Darla, Darla...(gulping) You make me want to be a better man!
Darla- Oh Alfalfa, would you ever leave me?
Alfalfa- No Darla, I wish I knew how to quit you, but I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.
Darla- Oh Alfalfa, you truly warm my heart!
Alfalfa- Darla, I'm the barber of Seville, but you make me want to be a better man! And Darla, you should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how!
Darla- Oh Alfalfa, yes, I should...and that's exactly why I am going to the movies with Spanky tonight to see "Gone with the Wind"
Form:
If you don’t play the big three
There’s no way
You should be seen
In the final of the WTC
That’s what’s been heard
Mean baggie greens
Have a word
Indians chagrin din
Simply absurd
Stokes bespoke blokes
Don’t give a monkeys
Run rates slate.. hate
Not WTC junkies
Ignore the pundits in their pulpits
Cryptic critics..cynics clinics
Ridicule the cruel schedule
South Africa aren’t the culprits
ICC flunkies & WTC just
About the big 3
Test cricket divinity
Could soon be
Just an affinity
For the trinity for infinity
Unless they spread some love
From above for every brother
Share the treasure chest
Care & invest in the rest
Actually play each other
Aussies bottom feeder media
Don’t give the Proteas
A feline in hades chance
But no day of the groundhog
This underdog is way greedier…needier
Kagiso Rabada the scheming leader
Of chock a block superstar larder
Stellar steaming speedster armada
Let’s hope the dumb beach bums
Are lampooned buffoons
Marooned by brill Saffa Jaffas
Festooned..spill just like Seville
The WTC may be slightly bonkers
But if South Africa can conquer
With stonker racy pacy conkers
They will be top of the tree
An up yours to
The endless tours
And friendless flaws
Taking the piss
Remiss avarice bliss
Of the big three
Lovingly lauded.. they marauded.. rightly applauded
Saffa gaffers did thrill
Willow wielding wizards of Oz
Yielding…lampooned..marooned..jaffas
Festooned spill just like Seville .
Must remember..the ember burning
Yearning of Temba Bavuma
Kept his sense of humour
Despite being the victim of flimsy whimsy
Many a nasty rumour
I implore you to ignore the tumour
That is Michael Vaughan…dim..grim
Pompous pig or obnoxious prig
Having a dig..more clickbait hate p**n
Unsung and hamstrung..stoic heroic
Temba has brung salvation for a nation
With no Cronje bung..
The only stifling snub
Hell bent pundits in pulpits scream
Not just trifling .. no defending the Saffa culprits
Blunder of sending a sub par side
Alright trite s**e team down under..
Only one man stood sentry…Aidan Markram..often ignored..
Even deplored…a national pastime…his crime
Not being as sublime as in his teenage prime
But such touch..much gumption & grit
Did his bit…hit a century
Sod the rest…now a cricketing god
Against the odds.. has always saved
His Test best for the Aussie conquest..
No longer a sinner…the match winner..
Only one other Saffa..biff Smith’s
Scored more second innings tons..
They did vanquish their perpetual anguish
Their hullabaloo..voodoo..ending
The choke complex.. the hex hoodoo..
No longer Bill Murray day of the groundhog
Finally went the way of the underdog..
So Aidan and Temba we will always remember when
You gave South African Cricket their own
Homegrown ticket to the 25th of December..
Has been glummer.. Gory…still got the bummer
Of no tests in their upcoming home summer
But this a story of glory
Not being woke…not about race
The colour of his face
In history Temba Bavuma with such grace
The best ever test run chase at Lords
Nabbed his place…as the bespoke bloke & ace
Who broke the finals choke & grabbed the golden mace..
On one Christmas Eve night Santa and Rudolph got a huge fright.
There was a midair crash that happened in a flash between the sleigh, seagulls and a seaplane in the space over Seville, Spain, in heavy rain.
No one was hurt, only dazed
and while some gulls were grazed, they got away unscathed.
But the reindeer in Spain was hit mainly by the plane.
Messianic Zeal Of This Good Humored Punster...
Without making a
twit tarring buffoon, sans unshackle
irrepressible bone a fide
funny reaction, or appearing
the foolish spectacle
of myself, trying to tackle
a mal hip apropos
prism mirth wells up
inducing me to cackle,
neither explaining any rhyme,
nor giving reason, then busting
out in laughter obliquely
analogous to ramshackle
structure, resultant outcome
from some slapstick
Vaudevillian farcical debacle,
perhaps regarding the heady
beer burr of Seville scene thru
black and white daguerreotype mackle
more or less hazy, gauzy,
or fuzzy warm
feeling in actuality
thinly disguised as
dog gone hackle,
which vicious canine attacks ready
to tear limb bough to limb mitt,
thus luckily handily repair
with accessible spackle
ye kept on yar person, which caper
doth captcha an instantaneous titter
easily confused for
mating call of grackle
giving rise to a raft of songbirds
that incessantly crackle
snap, and pop with...witch sounds
indeed oven eerily
bloody suck'n vampire
bat out of hell cackle.
Other creatures in
the animal kingdom
cane be barley able
to communicate wheat seems
oat rage juice lee wry,
no matter how
much horse sense,
a smart species doth
porpoise lee try
though porcine not
remiss to wallow
in mud as seen high
atop a bridge
abutment over the River Kwai
ah look...a pig in a poke
unable to pry
loose caked mud blocking snout
prematurely ejaculating, an outcry
for help even fishing for small fry
doubling up as
potential best buds
with Englishman such as Dry
den, and/or dear reader
hood doth lamentably cry
claiming this badinage i.e. my
trademark gobbledygook didst render
momentary lapse of
reasonable judgement alibi.
Flying Saucers, Flake, Bar Six
Country Style, Gobstoppers, Twix
Arrow Bars and Sherbert Dabs
Sweet Tobacco, Lucky Bags
Toffee Crisp and Dairy Crunch
Grand Seville and Milky Lunch
Beta Bars, Loot, Candy Floss
The mysterious chewing gum flavour loss
Golden Crisp, Nut Crisp and Fuse
Extra, Bliss and Trebor Chews
Caramel and Raspberry Ruffles
Drifter and Milk Chocolate Truffles
‘99’ Flake ice cream cones
Zooms and Fabs and Toblerones
Coffee Break, Bitz, Victory Vs
Cadbury’s Special Recipes
Swisskit, Gold Mine, Apple Jack
Tiffin, Feast and Caramac
Welcome, Skippy and Sultana
Nutty, Banjo and Cabana
Chewing Nuts, Cough Candy Twist
Butterscotch and Butterkist
Crunchie, Topic, Fudge, Mintola
Super Mousse, Crazy Joe Cola
Golden Cup, Fruit Flavoured Rocks
(The secret of) The Black Magic Box
Floral Gums and Cherry Lips
Olde English Spangles, Walnut Whips
Kinder toys encased in plastic
Necklace sweets linked on elastic
Butter Mints, Fruit Polos, Yorkies
Sherbert Lemons, Sherbert Strawberries
Bazooka Joes and Liquorice pipes
Lollipops with swirly stripes
Mint Cracknel, Taxis, long red laces
Texan Bars and Funny Faces
Winter Mixture, Rainbow Drops
Jazzies, Kit Kat, Pips, Ice Pops
Toffee Bon Bons, Drumsticks, Rolos
Amazin’ Raisin, Aztec, Mojos
Barley Sugar, Chocolate Limes
Daims that changed their name from Dimes
Jelly Babies, Jelly Tots
Milk Gums, Munchies, Mars, Pear Drops
Coltsford Rock and Anglo Bubblies
Sugared Almonds, Frozen Jubliies
Peanut Brittle, Prize, Ice Breaker
Dolly Mixtures, Old Jamaica
Kop Kops, Wine Gums, Laughs and Treets
Jap Desserts and whistling sweets
Fishermen's Friends and Hacks and Zubes
Pineapple Chunks and Cola Cubes
Everton Mints and Pontefract Cakes
White chocolate mice and jelly snakes
Refreshers, Teacakes, Swizzles, Pacers
Toffee Logs, Fruit Gums and Waifers
Rumba, Dipped Flake, T Bar, Tunes
Fry's Five Centres, Macaroons
Bars and boxes of Milk Tray
Milky Bar and Milky Way
This ‘Pick and Mix’ is yours to share
With all sweet lovers
everywhere.
Iberia, you took my breath away
with fiery gypsy spirit and romance;
with ancient Moorish history and grace;
with everything there is of you to see;
to hear and smell; to feel inside my soul.
Diversity lives splendidly in you!
The ancient cultures beckoned me to you
when, like the Romans, lured from far away,
I came to you and gave to you my soul,
partaking of your passion and romance.
I’d read of you in school and had to see!
How glad I was to come and know your grace.
A mosque in Cordoba reveals your grace,
but I would learn there is much more of you. . .
Cathedrals dressed in gold I was to see.
From palace walls, in awe I’d walk away
to find nearby - in gypsy caves - romance
in music. . . as Flamenco filled my soul!
With passion’s beat resounding in my soul,
I toured Seville, where ladies rode with grace
on horses with their toreadors! Romance
is in the air at Spanish fairs. And you
can make it hard for one to turn away
from all the magic offered there to see.
In northern parts of you, I was to see
The Pyrenees, whose beauty touched my soul,
quaint villages with mountain goats! Away
I went southeast then, greeted by more grace.
Along your coast, I saw a side of you
I grew to love, Valencia’s romance!
And in Madrid, I found my own romance,
a handsome Spaniard. Never would I see
his face again because, in leaving you,
I left him and a small part of my soul.
So much I’d not yet seen of all your grace,
but destiny was calling me away. . .
I yearn to feel romance inside my soul;
breathe history and see again your grace.
Enchanted land, you are so far away!
May 4, 2010 Now used for Thvia Shetley's Foreign Travel Contest
Musings on the façade of Seville Cathedral
How patiently they suffer, these old saints!
Their sandstone features, crumbled, vague,
some noses gone (some medieval ague,
or Time's cruel drip?) they offer no complaints.
Stranded seven centuries on this reef,
they bake, and wait resignedly, begowned,
for bell-tower shade slowly to inch around.
Do bas-reliefs experience relief?
This church was once a mosque. In point of fact,
the holy ancient venerable Gothic pile
(and here one struggles to suppress a smile)
has relatively recently been sacked,
and only lately put to Christian use.
These saintly faces, preternaturally mild -
do they still fret? Or are they reconciled
to slow decay, as hand or ear works loose?
And do they savour time as you or I,
observing how, below them in the street,
perukes give way to pony-tails and pleats?
Or do, for them, Septembers flicker by
like squandered seconds? Do they muse on Fate
and Destiny? What if my youth has gone?
What if this woman keeps me hanging on?
They also serve who only stand and wait.
Carnations and candlelight
black Cadillac Seville sleek
ace of spade fury
six chambers for a lifetime
to set things just right
bang bang
eight balls ricocheting
bang bang
rack'em up, chump
cue sticks red velvety dusted
musk oil grinding virgin blood
diamond dead snake eyes
star mist and streamer
stiletto and sequin
unchain the ceiling
throbbing dreams kneeling
pearls riding moonbeams
sin sighing salvation
cracking pink champagne
black satin bullets and golden chains
drawing down mahogany shades
Caving in the morning
red-eyed and dead glory
two black carnations
sunny side down.
BUTT ME--
Oh Jazz Age of prosperity and dissipation
Jazz bands, bootleggers, raccoon coats
Bathtub gin, flappers, flagpole sitters recitations
Bootleggers, and marathon dancers boast
Butt me
Cigarettes, Cigars, Pipes, Smoke, Butt, Snuff,
Bone, Coffin nail, Cancer stick smokes
Looks Like the leaves are chopped up
And are made into forms, that can be smoked we choke
Butt me
Ahh! Unluck me Butt me
In a chance to chewed.
Be unrefused I just wanna smoke ya brew
Yeah! Ok, man light me
Hey, is it just me
For I can’t see
For the smoke in here
Hey, is it just me
Butt me
"Sorry man, I just wanted to smoke with ...man it’s real”
It’s not a joke I’m lit, I’m liken a beggar from Seville
Shredding cigar butts and roll
As the guitar and bass plays tolls
And the drums rolls
Butt me
Them in paper scraps to smoke
Cigarettes as them coffin nails
Got me lungs covered can’t inhale I smoke
Bound leaves called twists instill inhale
Butt me
In and sweetened products called plugs.
The widespread smoking in the Western set
Largely a 20th-century phenomenon set cutting a rug
Butt me I shall not resist the call
Merit a puff, a smoke a before
Nicotine to pick up discarded cigar butts,
Shred them, and roll them up
Given in to it a puff-a whiff
Butt me
As cigarrillos “little cigars” some may say calming does
Light up them sticks "Silent Generation,"
Bee's knees an older man in stellar clothes
A silver fox attractive, charming, and alluring class sensation
Ahh! Unluck me Butt me
In a chance to chewed.
Be unrefuted I just wanna smoke ya brew
Yeah! Ok, man light me
Hey, is it just me
For I can’t see
For the smoke in here
Hey, is it just me
Butt me
9/23/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
From anthology #1 SHASTA JAZZ Dedicated verse for Shasta Simms