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Wednesday Pie
Wednesday shows up on the calendar again;
Before the end of school a truck comes to a screeching halt
At the curb, through snow and rain,
Belching out of open side doors a stack of weekly newspapers –
Stories of the neighbor’s news - fashion shows – editor’s reviews –
Pictures of the local teams, summaries of city council meetings
Newly crowned homecoming queens - recipes and local garden tips.
So much to do before the news goes out – delivered to every porch -
The papers rolled then bound with bands of stretchy green
And, if, by some chance, rain falls upon the early twilight
The news in bright circulars, ads for help, letters to the editor
Crammed into clear sacks now wobbling down the street on two wheels
In a rite time honored as newsboys wearing woolen caps
Shouting headlines on street corners.
One more rite of passage for news day, a resting place past a garden gate,
A welcoming front door swings open at a touch
With scents of cinnamon rushing out like a news flash;
Hot off the press, fresh coffee filling cups -
Breaking news! Wednesday’s featured article in bold type!
Grammie, editor-in-chief, and her apple pie waiting for release!
Every Wednesday my grandmother made an apple pie. Every Wednesday afternoon my aunt and cousins, along with other friends, would arrive for pie and coffee as they took a break from delivering a weekly newspaper. A delicious memory.
7-3-20
WEEBLES WOBBLE BUT THEY DON'T FALL DOWN
wicked wobbly weebles both wondrously
Junior Super Stretchy shame
Hippity Hop astonishly
Crazy forts
glow in the dark
Limbo Hop
Weebles wobble but they don't fall down
The Cat in the Hat I Can Do That
Junior Super Stretchy I do blame
Sunny Patch Bella Butterfly Hopscotch
Jungle Jive Jungle Jive, Oh my
hold the plastic "amazing egg" and perform moves directed
By the cute monkey on a series of cards
Weebles wobble but they don't fall down
But if they tip or drop the egg, they'll wake the giggly baby bird inside
Melissa & Doug Monster Bowling
indoor bowling set is fun, funky, and furry
Set up the pins for a game that's active, but also quiet
—well, except for the giggles
Wobble Deck wiggles
Weebles wobble but they don't fall down
challenge their balances and improve their coordination and reflexes
While all the Gen X's walk and text
Falling off curbs and stairs
All this and grand pa dropped his cane
After that he slipped and fell on his can
Weebles wobble but they don't fall down
10/31/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
p u l s e s
diastolic
systolic
tides
e l a s t i c
edge of ebb where water and salt and memories mix
steals the space between my inhale and exhale
plovers chasing stretchy waves
tight-fisted oysters hoarding pearls
winds blowing our laughter this way that way
two kites flirtin’ and floatin’ in a sea of clouds
tin foil tongues with spindrift speech
breathes sea songs upon the shore's breast
sea-fingers strum beach skin glistening
sea-drums thrum seashell ears listening
yet I wince as hungry riptides swallow
my pebbles from the shore
nothing long-lost leaves nothing longed for
I yearn for riptides to swallow my sorrow
instead of small joys and unadorned dreams
swallow me in ragged state instead of smooth but
famished riptides can’t swallow my jagged stone whole
cyan dancers grow untamed and white maned
their crimes their confessions
s w a s h across expanse of dry seabed surging
I recall our cupid kites tUmBLinG in growing flow
wet sands a mirror for west-sky-fire reflections
an ancient temple of quartz-grit-sages sift waves
confessors with silence-filled voices
just beyond and amid the t h r o b s of tides
Would You Like Some Toast?
I’m just a guy named Nacho Libra.
I work at an orphanage.
They gave me cooking duties.
And dead guy duty.
Would you like some chips on your salad?
Where are the spices?
Would you like some toast?
With these eagle eggs, all have the best wrestling moves.
Sometimes I wear stretchy pants.
In the ring, are you ready to dance?
I like paprika on my corn.
Do you have feelings for a nun?
If I win, I will buy a big bus.
On my bike, I will leave you in the dust.
Iv’e had diarrhea since Easters.
It says in the bible not to wrestle your neighbor.
This is the worst soup, it needs flavor.
Everything you just said is my favorite thing.
Nacho Libra likes to party.
Choncho, I need to borrow some sweats.
I’m not leaving, I just want to look my best.
I love cheese in my tortilla.
These are the lords' chips for the orphanage
The reader of this title
probably thinks I'm on a bender
It's all about some comfort
I've not abandoned my male gender
For some years now leather belts
are causing pain around the hips
Now I get a pair of panty hose
and cut it into strips
The way I live my life
is far removed from orthodox
The strips hold up my shorts alone
many years since I adorned myself in jox
So men now take yourself into a lingerie boutique
get some panty hose to make a stretchy belt
Wrap it round your belly
so much comfort never felt
Sometimes when wearing zipless tighter shorts
it's difficult to lift the trouser leg when there's a need to pee
But elasticity of the panty hose means
top of shorts are quickly lowered so now willy's running free
Footnote: perhaps I am showing my age here talking about panty hose . For those unaware
they are female attire, a form of stockings and jox or jocks maybe an Australian colloquial term for mens underwear
there was a man
a small man
-a little man
-a tiny man
a small little tiny
man who found a-tiny-small-little-something
he pulled on it -and realized it had give
he pulled -this stretchy-little-small-tiny
thing and it kept stretching this was when the
small man - who was a flimflam man after all
realized he had a workable-fraud
realized he had found something
big -really-big it was more than a
stretchy band it was a movement
one he’d sstretchh beyond one’s expectations
you could recognize him -by his large
*mouth - and by his *tiny little hands
*optional
you may fill in the word *filthy before mouth
or before tiny or both as you please -please
armand~
Here was a quandary when I was a kid –
(My mood would determine which one that I did.)
Eat your Turkish taffy when real fresh, soft and new
And enjoy the way it stretches as you chew and chew and chew
Or stick it in the freezer and hold off to attack it
Until you are able to smack it and crack it.
The commercials did encourage that you choose the freezer path
Or your teeth and gums would be too sticky in the aftermath.
But my preference, especially if banana was my pick,
Was to savor it real soft and stretchy so it had to stick.
It took forever ‘til each speck was yanked from in your teeth
And the dentist probably found a few still hiding underneath.
The innocence of youth – when we could really agonize
Over Turkish taffy – now I long for problems of that size!
Ilene Bauer (http://primetimerhyme.blogspot.com)
She lifts the one-piece blue gym suit toward the camera,
that relic of our girlhood trials~
the stretchy, scratchy, sweat-soaked uniform
we wriggled into like reluctant acrobats.
It hangs from her hand like a captured beast,
its elastic edges still whispering
of locker rooms, loud whistles,
and the long-ago tyranny of mandatory jumping jacks.
Her grin is bright, almost defiant.
“I survived the blue gym suit,” she says,
as if announcing a medal earned through
endurance, embarrassment, and sheer adolescent grit.
And truly~
for every teenage girl who fought that fabric,
who peeled it off after class like a second skin,
who learned early that some battles
are won simply by outlasting them~
it is a lifetime achievement award.
A small, silly triumph.
A shared secret.
A reminder that even the strangest struggles
become stories we hold up proudly
once we’ve lived long enough to laugh.
This cyclic-round-wheel-gyre-chakra bound
business of humanness -
such an unnecessary habit.
I have stuffed my mind,
I have put on brown leather shoes,
and nothing else in the world
puts on a brown leather shoe more willingly
than an over-stuffed mind.
Later I might identify as a sleek black cat
and though I might not meow or have a tail
I will be pliable, stretchy, cool,
and hard to see in the dark.
If this feline thing works out
I might try elephant wisdom
or river otter playfulness
even the thoughtless bliss-fizz
of a hamster on its hamster wheel,
but maybe that’s just a bit too compulsive
like wearing painful leather shoes all day
and smiling.
She danced over my desires like a light footed ballerina
tapping into my longings like an intuitive child of the seventies
Every drip of icicle sent shivers down my spine
and so I wrote her a letter, asking her to quietly go away;
She answered me, with a whip of wind and a halo from the sun
her summons were refreshing, like a snowflake on the tongue
Although I begged her to release her seasonal lurk on me
she gave me stretchy moments filled with February days
She made me long for sunshine five hours every day
and as I synced my calendar, March arrived Hurray Hurray !
Every hill of white and every snowflake bright
did eventually, fade away ....
She danced into my birthday month and gifted me the spring
and as I sat on my veranda I could hear the birdies sing
Every touch of her was gone at least for one more year
and so I wrote another letter, thanking her for her short stay !
M. R