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Premium Member Wednesday Pie

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


Premium Member Weebles Wobble But They Don'T Fall Down

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

Premium Member Water

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

Premium Member Would You Like Some Toast

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
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Why I wear Panty Hose

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
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Once

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~

O - O - O

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)
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member If You Know, You Know

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.

Stretching Away From Self

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.

Her Name Was Winter

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

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