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Mama's kitchen;
somethin missin,
daddy used to bring home;
dead rabbits and squirrels,
cut up their carcass;
pull off the fur,
blood all over the table and floor;
the green oven in the corner,
has a smell up crimson burning;
whole peeled potatoes boiling,
skillet of frying liquid homemade gravy;
my daddy was a chef,
cooks any and everything from scratch;
grandma Rudell in the living room she'd walks into the kitchen.
~She says son, "cook on well done"~
you see mama could cook too, but she married my dad a navy chef
Who learn how to cook from scratch from his aunts and grand ma
man O man everybody comin in runnin into "Mother’s Kitchen"
8/13/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
written for project North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)assignment
Dedicated to my Father Joseph Lee
Grandmother Rudell Robinson
Great-Aunt Susie
Mother Annie Bell Ross Lee yes all those tasty blessings happen in my mama's kitchen
at 3933 North23rd street, yum
Susie's pet name was Wanda-zilla
and hailed from jungles near Manila.
Her poetry was swill
so to pay all her bills
she did strip shows for native gorillas.
She went to merry old U.K.
To make more money stripping all day.
When folks voted for Brexit
they meant Susie must exit
to get rid of the smell right away.
BY DALE GREGORY COZART
Susie looked like an ugly gorilla
A cousin of that monster Godzilla
With flaccid pink lips
And wobbly fat hips
She appeared on the video ‘Thriller’
The director who chose her that day
Said Don’t put on your make up today” …
With no mask on your face
You won’t look out of place
And your dance moves will blow folks away”
Susie then thought she’d found the answer
She’d work as a naked pole dancer
But not one man would pay
They said please go away …
Put your clothes back on you fat chancer!
BY JAN ALLISON
Wanda-zilla is a great name for ugly, Susie
Always batting her eyes like a low-life floozy
Painted lips on a gorilla
Looking like Phyllis Diller
As a pole dancer she must've been a doozy
BY LIN LANE
Godzilla saw her and stole her away
I think he wanted to toy with her play
but she put up a fight
all through the night
and insisted that she had to stay
BY MYSTIC ROSE
She seductively ate a banana with zeal
But that day it just got too real
In her ugly mouth
It all went south
Her and a banana without appeal!
BY ROGERPAT ADAMS
They thought it would be fun to dissect Susie’s brain
But wait, Sue said. I am kind of allergic to pain.
We have new meds, you will hardly feel a thing.
She believed the surgeon, ‘cause she’s a ding-a-ling.
The doctors hypnotized her and she stayed in place
While they cut a tiny hole in her front lobe face
They extracted a bit of her teeny sand brain
I’m naked! The piece yelled, and don’t forget my train!
They pulled out a gown, a petticoat and a bridal veil.
I am eager to see what you’ll do next said Dale.
Wait! Said Tori as I was telling this story to her
Who is Dale and were her dendrites still pure?
Since I was rudely interrupted, the tale is now dead.
So now poor Susie is stuck without the rest of her head.
I do not feel guilty, I am the writer, thus the boss.
Not knowing the ending is the reader’s loss.
If you have a puzzle to put together,
best to own a cat to paw and ponder
the jigsaw path, fur flying,
schnozes sneezing, eyes squinting,
fingers tweezing.
Separation anxiety, as you figure out
which pile, to adopt, for each piece,
wizened to the fact, they all look the same.
“Aha,” as two go together, “of course,
I should have seen that.”
The cat's purring; is that a smile -
she knew. Her partner in crime,
its criminal to be so cocky;
he walks through the leaves;
it’s like a haystack to me.
I have to cover the coveted lot, at bedtime,
or I might lose “the last piece”
to a persnickety furball of malice.
Susie and Lester could have the final laugh,
as I search high and low, even in their jaws,
for the top of the tree.
Years later, missing the menacing duo,
I find the piece of gold; its only value
in the memory of the stalking,
meowing and marvelous disappearance
of kit and kat. If I had only kept the entirety
and hadn’t snapped. Just kidding - I glued it
to the wall next to the “waste of time eternity”
spent putting this monstrosity together, its test
(of my patience and love).
And I laughed and laughed, and called,
dialed each member of the cause,
the table of mystery, solved. Tears
streaming down each face.
Like pieces of the puzzle, misplaced,
each son and daughter -
as if Susie and Lester hid them too.
Those two, under Autumn leaves, turn over
in their graves, as if dreaming of their time
with this family; pawing the dirt,
nestled next to each other,
meowing in laughter.
As I reminisce
through childhood eyes
I see vivid images
of my family home
where bumbles would bounce
Our garden seemed to stretch for miles...
perhaps that’s why
I made an odd birthday request
for a nanny goat as a pet !
Taking her home in dad’s VW Beetle car
caused quite a stir ...
‘Susie’ perched precariously on a seat
her horned head poking out of the window!
We deemed Susie
our Caprinae vaccum
she'd attempt to hoover up
anything that came her way -
even dad's underpants
which flew off the line
one blustery day
Oh, what precious memories!
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NOT a fictional poem
9/4/19
Ricky was a poor little fool
Chuck was heading back to school
Mark for his teen angel he did grieve
But Conway knew it was only make believe
Tell Laura I love her Ray did cry
And Jack said goodbye baby bye bye
Ritchie sang about Donna and Ooh my head
Rave on rave on Buddy said
All Don and Phil had to do was dream
Turning Fabian loose made the girls all scream
It's a shame Big Bad John had to die
Mary was telling everyone that's my guy
A runaway tore Del's love apart
Frankie said just ask your heart
Those poni tails were born too late
While Floyd was thinking about his last date
Tommy asked please Mister Sun
The Beach Boys were having fun fun fun
Maurice was pleading for us to stay
Jimmy was on the way to Bim Bom Bay
The Crystal's sang when they got kissed
Chubby wailed let's do the twist
Brother's felt like Cathy's Clown
There were three bells for Jimmy Brown
Leader of the pack didn't get too far
Connie went where the boys are
Someone told me about a teenage queen
And Johnny was crying for Maybelline
Del Vikings said come and go with me
Bobby took us beyond the sea
While Jerry Lee was shaking up
This Time Troy was breaking up
Bobby sang please love me forever
But Johnny said until the twelfth of never
So many songs touched us then
Susie Darlin' , I remember when.
Song title in every line. If you remember them all, you can remember just how
great those years were.
We had nothing in common when I met Susie that first day
She had never been to Rodgers, Arkansas, where my relatives stay
We tried to find commonality, but it was not easy at all.
Roommates who gave up on each other most of that first fall.
Her parents were killed in a wreck in November.
I became a close friend, picking up her pieces in December.
At Christmas she came home with me, for she had no place to go.
It was calm in Rodger, with only the lightest of snow.
She liked the local Malt Shop so well, she decided to stay.
She worked for the owners for a year, in just the right way.
I came home and visited her when on my Christmas breaks.
She bought the entire shop, because she had what it takes.
The malt shop gave her a family, a connection to the town.
With its happy red leather seats, and chrome fixtures all around.
The 1950’s rock and roll music helped to keep her upbeat and happy.
She married a local preacher who was a friend of my pappy.
So in a way, her entire life was influenced by little old me.
And I learned a lesson that was instant and entirely free.
Never give up on a stranger, they might become your best friend.
This is what happened to me and Susie Q in the end.
Little Susie was everyone's favorite. She usually caused people to smile;
Like bouquets received from yesterday, traveling on mauve, Memory Aisle.
Susie Partridge was loved by all, since she was indeed sugar and spice;
Like honeycomb riches of sweet summer, which all bees deem very nice.
Susie played with fun dolls, pretending they were actual, factual people;
As dusk fools the eye with fun colors, when saffron light has grown feeble.
Frances and Fanny were favorite friends, like favored, shadowless noon;
The interval when fabled golden floods, prior to the birth of fuchsia moon.
Silvery flutes filled the air with music, as beloved, first family came calling,
'Ere the sun's flame of fascination faded; and velvet curtains were falling.
Susie lived in the house of rich sunshine, which followed her everywhere,
Its radiant beams spreading warmth; like the fine jewels you happily wear!
Scarlet summer was savored sweetly, on wide, stately Strawberry Street,
Where Little Susie played steadily; and longer days were summer's treat.
Neon butterflies ofttimes gave notice, that nifty neighbors would soon call,
Just ahead of green, gemmed fireflies; preceding the nickel moon, over all.
'Red masked' birds came at evening, all dressed up for a fun masquerade;
And 'emerald collared' birds sparkled like twilight, recalling plans she made.
Soft bird melodies wafted from the 'velvet ash,' on eves made for summer,
While golden plumed birds enjoyed sunshine riches, in hours of living color.
Susie had been promised a new doll, on a soon day, coming like tomorrow;
But the lake flooded the highway, delaying the present, to Susie's sorrow!
So, Susie's sunshine mystically vanished, like joy moon in magenta haze!
She sat herself down, facing the wall, sulking, with dolls of younger days.
'Mother said, 'Here's Sulky Sue. What shall we do?' This behavior was new.
Father said, 'Turn her face to the wall, till she comes to.' Such limited view!
By raspberry sunrise the next day, marigold sunshine returned, with smiles;
For Susie learnt sulking was no fun, and how to live with jade nature's trials.
I took seventeen girl scouts sledding on January 21st, 1979,
But I only went down on the sled twice.
You don’t remember that!
Yes, I do.
No, you don’t!
Yes, I really really really really really do.
To make these really’s totally effective you have to stick out your tongue at the end of this.
You do NOT remember THIS DATE after 38 years.
Yes, I do.
How do you remember it? Was it your birthday?
No.
Was it someone else’s birthday?
No.
My husband is exasperated by now, because
We are ruining the ending of his T.V. Show.
He yells in from the living room,
“She had Susie the very next day!”
Susie, our third baby, is a girl scout troop leader for two girl scout troops
And that my friends, is what I call Serendipity.
Anti-Poem — “The Membrane Electric”
(Poet’s Instruction: Play “Two Thousand Light Years From Home” by The Rolling Stones, while reading this anti-Poem)
susie and billy tripping into arterial los angeles
sloshing their young gonads with diet-rite cokes
riding now in his ‘72 cadillac deville on highland
susie’s in the front seat wearing a pink mini skirt
she’s swaying madly to the outrageous music
creating stardust sandwiches for the bewitched
the stones are jamming on 8-track with majesties
jamming and scratching the membrane electric
keith playing electric bass now with a mind claw
relax baby this is music from the perfume places
the bending plastic places where time oozes onward
sprinkling the silent cosmos with this gushing music
this atomic slide with mick jagger and the blues boys
brian hypnotizing death with mellotron madness
it’s so very lonely when the streets aren’t blinking
susie and billy careening now past the neon tributaries
this stunning urban interlude with handjob milkshakes
hey baby relax let’s just kick back and ride this music
this very cool mind slosh with charlie and billy too
ride easy baby as we slide into the membrane electric
yeah honey we’re two thousand light years from home
susie’s swaying now closing her eyes loving the stones