Long Station wagon Poems

Won’t you please take me back
To the brown couch at my Gramma’s house 
With the big gold-framed antique mirror over it
And hand me Grampa’s old transistor radio
Covered in leather with glorious knobs
That brought me the...

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Time for a road trip, my  dad, mom and us three kids all packed into our old station wagon. I guess it wasn't so old but it sure seemed that way at the time....

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The ride to the country is uneventful
Except that I feel a little like
A man riding inside a cannon ball.
Yuliya's father Igor drives
I'm also up front (the honored guest)       ...

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I Love You, Daddy
                        ( Previous title has been changed!)


Golly! I do...

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March 1985.
The God-voice had been yelling at me to go to the library since I got the third child bathed and in bed,
And I had sat down for one measly second to relax. 
Joe?
What?
Can you...

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After a busy day I had a bit of pocket change, my companion today had a different face.
As I looked at my companion, lovable yet small, could not help turning first one Way and then...

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Before commiting to battle,
A wise warrior reviews the odds,
Determines the likelyhood of success,
And judges accordingly...

In my younger, gang years,
I at times deviated from this basic logic...
Such as the time I and fellow member,
Barry Bernstein (knicknamed...

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Sunday drives into the country,
escaping the heat from the city,
passing tobacco farms along the way,
with old barns and rusty Coca-Cola signs
resting against their weathered sides.

Driving along the narrow two-lane road
we count the number of RFD...

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Simon – the protagonist.
18 – year old kid who just graduated from high school.
Lives in middle class suburbia, no designated town, and an every-town sort of feel. 
Lives with his mother, his older brother. (Father...

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Sometimes I think where we end up in life…how high we go…how far…
can be symbolized not only by the family tree…but by the family car.

For me it started with my parents driving our family station...

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Two guys at the corner of Fifth and Grant,
were looking pretty far down on their luck.
Because their beat-up old station wagon,
just got T-boned by a Ford pickup truck.

The light was green for that station wagon,
but...

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I count on angels. They speak to me.
Not in voices, but telepathically.
They do not leave me alone until I do certain things.
I know it is an angel due to their persistent tenacity.

Call Toni. I think...

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My father was a man who stood strong and tall,
And in our opinion he was the best FATHER of all.
He would come home for lunch and sit us in his lap
And allow us to take...

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My stepdad’s name was Eldon, but his best friends called him Jake.
“Missoura” born, he loved guy  things like fishing on a lake.
He’d gone into the Navy after having grown up poor
and then got shipped...

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Wait a minute, is it already Christmas again
Seems I just took down the lights and the tree
Is there no rest for the downtrodden and weary
This season sometimes takes the Merry Gentleman out of me

So I...

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Wait a minute, is it already Christmas again
Seems I just took down the lights and the tree
Is there no rest for the downtrodden and weary
This season sometimes takes the Merry Gentleman out of me

So I...

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When I was young we had a station wagon and we never gave our parents flak
when, before safety regulations came along, they let us ride in the way back.

On any trip, when it came to...

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*Image of Palm Tree Lights Trunk Wrap by Christmas Lights, Etc.

ILMO Our Eldest Brother Kimo (James)

Our sixties Christmas--as my memory serves, where
our eldest brother freshly cut one Norfolk Pine from
our country grove. He then rope-tied...

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One of the oldest from of advertising the  world has ever seen
Based on reputation of a person, either good or bad
It can be kind of slow or right threw a town like wildfire
Put one...

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PLAYIN' CATCH

Mom and Dad would have the car packed the night before we left,
the station wagon filled with all the essentials we'd need for our
extended camping trips. Dad always made sure I had my ball...

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Even as thunder boomed mighty overhead
and power lines on San Domingo Avenue outside
faltered and succumbed to the tempest
the Ortegas stood breathless in the family room, gaze transfixed 
upon the television screen like so many deer...

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March 1980
An insistent internal voice told me take a library book back
I had just sat down after bathing three little girls
I was exhausted
The voice would not leave me alone
I finally asked my husband to take...

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I am fourteen.
It’s a hot summer day in 1954.
My mother, father, two brothers, one sister, and I 
Pile into our 1952 Chevrolet station wagon
And head to Coady’s Creek in Perintown, Ohio.
It’s actually called Stone Lick...

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After checking the Sears and Roebuck and Montgomery Wards catalogs until their pages were torn and faded, we took one last look at the sales ads in the local newspaper, donned our socks and sandal,...

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The 60's
The look was penny loafers, bobby socks,
pleated skirts, button up shirts,
bell bottom pants and headbands
Flower children were also the era, 
Stood for peace and love also political movement

Listen to the music of the Beatles,...

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