Long Tittered Poems
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'Tis said that the first Thanksgiving feast was celebrated in sixteen twenty-one.
'Twas the Pilgrims' first bountiful harvest so they decided to have some fun!
(That was the genesis of church potlucks that are popular to this very day,
And the origin of that American addiction, the all-you-can-stuff-ten-buck buffet!)
They invited Indian friends but with wary eye kept their blunderbusses handy,
In case the guests and their squaws might become sozzled with too much brandy!
The Injuns brought canoes full of maize, deer and fishes from Cape Cod Bay.
(Puritan ladies shyly tittered at the breechcloths worn by braves on that day!)
The Pilgrims had diligently tilled God's good earth to grow vittles for the feast,
And prowled forest and waterway on the hunt for fowl and four-footed beast!
Tables groaned with grub - the menu would've done the Waldorf-Astoria proud.
There was little talk 'cept for an occasional "pass the salt" from that ravenous crowd!
There were apple, peach and punkin pies and heaps of smoked and roasted turkey.
Also, fiery brandy, cider, barbequed beef, lima beans and piles of venison jerky!
Succotash, sweet pertaters, peas and turnips were heaped on pewter plates.
Gluttonous souls were heard to groan and appeared to be in desperate straits!
Missing was the dreaded green bean casserole that hadn't been concocted yet,
Since Campbell's mushroom soup, an essential ingredient, they could not get!
'Twas on that notable day that the strutting and hapless turkey made its debut!
(Oft I've mused - did the Palefaces and the Redskins play a football game too?)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Lily pranced through the woods on her way to somewhere
The oaks, elms and maples whispered of her glorious mirth.
Today she has a Rubenesque friend, something new.
Something not often found in the woods, a baby elephant.
How do you know what it is? Asked a mushroom to the moss.
I once saw a photo of one when she was reading a book here.
This amazed the mushroom, who had no idea how to read.
The elephant trumpeted to say “I don’t know how either; it’s okay.”
Who speaks elephant? The mushroom asked the violets.
They tittered and glittered, but were too silly to answer.
Lily stopped smoking for a second to check on Poindexter.
“Are you coming?” Poindexter held up a note.
“And he can write!” Mushroom was shocked at this.
“I thought everyone could write,” a dead leaf said.
The woods were getting a bit crazier every day.
Mushroom felt a relief when the wind carried off the leaf.
Johnny MacAlister was six-years-old, young enough still for wishes,
Baby sister, Rosie, was all of three, all giggling and adorable kisses.
With fond, indulgent parents, the family was content in their home,
In a town, sleepy in sunlit day, where a scarlet cock used his comb.
Johnny played with Rosie every day. He loved to get her laughing;
As if a gaudy parade of jesters and clowns, chanced to be passing!
Forget-me-not days brought fast friends, in fruitful times of flowers,
Fuchsia and filled with fragrance, highlighting fun, burgundy hours.
Fair days bloomed where fall had faded, and fortune brought family;
Like festive fireworks of celebration, illuming sunset skies, uncannily.
Johnny lived in the house of joy, and tiny feet, ever pitter pattering;
And of playing, mauve dawn to dusk, like bluebirds, ever chattering.
Sapphire, dusk skies twinkled smartly, beyond their street of scents;
When scanty, pink sun fled, scorching, while night waited in suspense.
With naive, newborn day, came neighbors, for hot coffee and nougat,
In green, noisy days of nearby birdsong, and violet butterfly contact.
'Fairy magnolias' created such magic, and 'hummingbird' blooms knew;'
And hibiscus 'imperial dragon' roared, as eyelash plants, lovelier grew.
Cape primrose 'wow,' awed, while syngonium ‘milk confetti,’ glittered;
And begonia 'ring of fire,' was smoking, while purple martins tittered.
Johnny's birthday wish had come true, he saw when he unwrapped it;
And found a pair of blue, roller skates, like a rainbow, shining for a bit.
But, before he could finish eating, the dreaded rain had begun to pour;
And his childish impatience grew as, instead of less, it showered more!
Yet, Johnny made another wish, magically granted, as skies brightened;
When the rain slowed, midst sunshine, its silvery-gold drops, so vibrant!
Johnny had such fun that day, for all the days of childhood, allow magic;
And never forgot the day silver fell like coins, like an old, golden classic.
'Rain, rain go away,
Come again another day.
Rain, rain go away,
Little Johnny wants to play.'
I got the news today . It wasn't the worse or the best of news . I got the news today
There I sat my hands in place my mind whirling out into space . The doctor staring at the computer files. I shouted silently hey look over at me please just for awhile.
I got the news today.
The doctor cleared his throat and then in a metered tone of voice discussed my diagnosis and treatment choice.
At least we know what is going on. I interrupted my life , do I have long
He gazed up at the ceiling as if the sword of Damocles tittered over me
I can make this proclamation with proper medication you should live your life without reservations.
So I got the news today, better than I thought I must say.
I thanked my colleague for I being a doctor too and as I walked out past the nurses station. There was a moment of self realization that I must strive without hesitation to show more compassion with my patients who face similar situations.
I got my news today
Morti Martha was from a bigger town
A glitzy town, a jazzy town, Las Vegas.
She had been a showgirl; is what I was told.
Not by her, but by many others.
She had visited our church once, and her clothes sparkled.
Rhinestones in church! Some of the staid members were askance.
I thought she looked ritzy and fine wearing sequined plastic baubles.
She wore an elaborate headpiece to her first PTA meeting.
“Is that gold leaf?” someone asked. A few tittered.
I thought Morti Martha looked gorgeous, so I sat by her.
“I love your headpiece,” I told her.
“They are the ones that started the rumors,” she said.
“I am buying in to please them.”
Enormous hazel orbs peered out at me
from under long, thick, black eyelashes
She looked familiar, this elf with the heart-like lips
There was an innocence about her that enhanced her sweater
Knitted by the faerie grandmothers in their purest lambs wool
Pointed ears were rounded more than most elves, so I now realized
She was a faerie from the faerie doll kingdom down the meadow
She tittered, and the sound blew more dew on wet grasses.
"Who are you?" I wondered, but I dared not move, or speak
Knowing she would be promptly gone, and her shiny brown hair too
She brought a wonderfulness to the woods that day,
This was fifty years ago, yet I have never forgotten her.
I was inattentive in Science class one day
When the teacher at random looked my way
I didn't look up, I wouldn't dare
There's no escaping that intense glare.
Asked me to explain to the class
Newton's Law of Gravity and mass
My mind was a blank, heartbeats louder
For an answer, I started to flounder.
I stood before the class trembling with fear
"Gravity," I said..., and then oh dear!!!
I fell off the stage on to the floor
How the class with laughter did roar.
The children tittered in great amusement
They didn't know my sad predicament
The teacher said, "You've demonstrated gravity"
"Although you did it with much levity".
At length, I returned to my seat
With much applause did they greet
Now I look back upon this and ponder
I decide to listen and not let my mind wander.
Azure forest felt the arrival of the fey immediately
The scouts arrived in the form of pink doves with faerie wings
Not a gargoyle or an elf, the oaks communed to each other
Something more exotic, mystically unparalleled.
Perhaps a twilight faerie? They are quite rare.
The elms heard, and tittered, shaking their leaves slightly.
Stars arrived as usual, but no hint of the ethereal creature yet.
Bull frogs croaked in earnest; lighting bugs blinked and flitted
Any word? A willow whispered to her purple violet guards.
Nothing yet, the violets replied, but it is something marvelous.
We have not had this feeling for at least a quarter of a century.
That was a princess of faeries, right?
There was a snap in the forest. The trees held their breath.
A gorgeous dainty spotted fawn walked into the clearing.
Do you think she is the one? The violets asked the mushrooms.
The mushrooms stared for a bit. “It does not feel like it.”
The night was full of anticipation and hope.
The iris opened back up, to await whoever was coming.
Fawn left, and a streak of rainbow white paraded into the clearing.
The trees held their breath. Could it be…..?
It was. The quintessential fey creature. A unicorn!
They are so rare, none had seen one before.
Hope, joy and enthusiasm paraded throughout the forest.
No wonder the scouts were pink doves with faerie wings!
I was the first man, to descend from the trees
No cities or houses, just an innate desire to breed
Stumbling upon paradise, finding everything I need
And in exchange for a spare rib, God granted me Eve
A no brainier you could say, all things considered
She's so beautiful, my fig leaf is partially triggered
Along comes one caveat, well nothing's free I figured
Don't Eat From That Tree, as we both nervously tittered
Life was so wonderful, and enjoyment was of plenty
Rocked each others boat, quite a bit more than friendly
Except for a voice in that tree, always trying to tempt me
I told Eve to give it a wide berth, could well be some enemy
Most times after lunch, we cavorted in the stream
Laughing and teasing, one could say living the dream
Playing hide and seek, kiss n tell, you know what I mean
But something was still missing, knowledge or so it seemed
One day whilst hunting, leaving Eve home all alone
She got drawn to that tree, in her head a seed's sewn
If You Eat My Fruit, the mind of your maker will be known
Split this apple with pretty boy, and I swear all will be shown
Before dinner Eve asks me, to share a golden delicious
We craved more knowledge, it's desire, burning within us
So after a lifetime of obedience, we disobeyed Gods wishes
Ignorance proving to be most costly, of all human conditions
By
David Kavanagh
I know more than anyone I have ever met, she said.
She was new to our group, no one at the table knew her.
She had all the answers and informed us of her brightness.
We did not doubt her but laughed a bit when she left.
Her photo was under the word arrogant in the dictionary.
I have no doubt of it.
We tittered about it, hoping she would return.
She did, and often.
Always leaving early, thank goodness.
So, we could thoroughly enjoy her.
I have never been influenced by another, she informed us.
Every influence I have has come from within.
I wrote this down
Not wanting to forget even one word.
And began counting the minutes.