Long Whoop Poems
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I wake in a rush~
green, fuzzy, full of purpose
until a racket smacks me
into sudden enlightenment.
I sail, spinning,
seeing the world in fast-forward:
white lines blurring,
players grunting,
the sun cheering me on
like a loud, overexcited coach.
I hear everything~
the gasp when I clip the net,
the groan when I bounce out,
the triumphant whoop
when I land exactly
where someone wanted me.
I think a lot, actually~
mostly about momentum,
destiny,
and why humans argue
so passionately
over where I land.
But what I feel
is the court beneath me~
its clay, its grass, and grit~
a brief, grounding moment
before I’m launched again
into the bright, chaotic ballet
of being a ball
with no say
in where I’m going next.
WHOOMP, WIMPA WINK, WHOOMP, WHOOP WHOOP!< WOOGIA:WOOGIA: WHOOGIA WINK!
IT CONSIST OF ENVY
AND HER NEED TO
CHANGE THE CONDITIONS
OF HER PRESENT
CONDITION OF BEING
HER RELATIONSHIP
WITH ONE MAN
RESTRICTS HER FROM
BEING WITH ANOTHER
BECAUSE SHE LACKED
THE CONFIDENCE TO
DO THINGS ALONE
SHE RELIED ON MANY TO
HAVE HER WELL BEING
TAKING CARE OF
SHE DIDN'T WANT
THOSE WHO WISHED
TO OBSERVE HER ACTIONS
TO EXAGGERATE THE
CURRENT CONDITION
DUE TO THE FACTS
OF WHAT SHE NEEDED,
AND WHAT SHE EARNED
CONFLICTED WHAT WHAT SHE
THOUGHT SHE WAS WORTH.
DEALING WITH ISSUES
FROM ONE PERSON
SHE FOUND IT EASY TO
PUT THE PRESTIGE OF BELONG AGAINST
THE NEED OF HER KEEP
FOR WHICH SAKE SHE
NEITHER MADE A DECISION
BUT ALLOWED HER CONDITION
TO SOLVE HER PROBLEM
IN THE CHANGE SHE
USED TRIANGULATION TO
BRING TROUBLE
TO SOMEONE ELSE
TO CHANGE THE WORDS
SHE HAD BEEN
REPEATEDLY SAYING
INSTEAD OF ADVANCING
ON WHAT SHE KNEW
WHICH INFLUENCE
REGARDING LEADERSHIP
MINDS HER PERSON THAT
SHE NEITHER THINKS, BUT
ALLOWS SITUATIONS TO
DECIDE HER NEXT MOVE
SHE GAINED UNDERSTANDING
AND SOUGHT NEED TO EXPLAIN.
IN SOMEONE SHE SAW
AS LESS AND NEITHER
SHE BEFRIENDED IN
A RELATIONSHIP OF HYPOCRISY.
SHE BEFRIENDED HIM AND ALLOWED
HIM TO THINK THEIR WAS A CHANCE
OF ROMANTIC INVOLVEMENT
SHE THAN SOUGHT PERSON WITH SOMEONE
MORE HANDSOME
SHE STRADDLED
BOTH ENDS AND STOOD IN THE MIDDLE
SHE LIVED WITH THE PERSON
OF LESSER BEING
AND COMMUNICATED AND HAD RELATIONS
WITH THE OTHER, HE TOO
MADE TIME TO BE WITH OTHERS
THIS ALLOWED HER TO USE WORDS THAT MADE
HER EXPRESS HER NEED TO BE WITH HIM
SHE TOLD ONE MAN OF THE RELATIONSHIP
AND MADE FOOL OF THE OTHER
THAN SHE'D TREAT ONE ONE
WAY TO MAKE GAME OF THE OTHER
IT WAS LONG ENOUGH
TO THEN SPEAK TO HIM SAYING
IF THINGS CHANGE I'LL MAKE YOU MY
PRIMARY CONCERN
THE OTHER REFUSED TO ALLOW HER
TO STOP FETCHING HIS ATTRACT
SO HE TOOK HER TO HIS PERSON
TO MAKE HER HOLD.
SHE SPOKE OF THE COST OF SALVATION: THE ANCHOR SHIP IN THE IN rOME.
Brunette, of hair, my mother's face
I'm known to be a country girl
I like to wear blue denim jeans,
but love to wear a dress of lace
I've made mistakes, to my disgrace
I'm small in size......my eyes are blue
I'm not a prize, have no excuse
I'm the neighbor who will bring you soup
Good music fills my eyes with tears
Love hula hoops. Loops in my ears
Can toss a ball, and whoop it up
I can ride a horse, and wear the boots
Don't wear a crown, I'm not a queen
But I am keen on my clean house
I'll lend an ear, I am a friend
My favorite food might be ice cream
A double scoop, I beg you please?
I'll bathe the dog, I give good hugs
I'll rub your back when you are ill
I'll judge you not...won't hold a grudge
A movie fan, read quite a lot
I thrive on love, I'll love you too
Can fix most things with Elmer's glue
Can stretch a dime, make old things new
I love antiques and have a few
My family ties are iron strong
And stronger as the days grow long
I hope to light my little world
With poetry, some bad, some good
I've paid my dues.....with ups and downs
A small town girl, who gets around
I try to keep an open mind
I hope to God, that I've been kind
And hope to find a friend in you
So that's scoop, ..... a double dip
I'll say adieu' ...., and finish it !
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Submitted For "A Poet's Bio"
Contest sponsored by Tammy Reams
Whoop whoop I'm in love with love
It's the only thing that really matters
Everything else goes on totally unabated
And can leave our mind in tatters
But uttering the word love to people
Most times they'll melt and blubber
They get flustered and turn a crimson red
Flounder like a ship with no rudder
It's a basic instinct with all living things
We think that we're superior
It's the common bond that unites us all
There's no real motive ulterior
The propagation of the whole human race
Is the basic reason for love
But it's evolved in us *****sapiens
To an act that is honoured above
© Jack Ellison 2013
"he didn't do a good job!"
"He wasn't prepared!"
" He got lucky that night"
" He was caught off guard"
" What we thought we were seeing wasn't
what was meant to be!"
" tHE RULES FAVORED A SITUATION LIKE THIS!"
" HUBBA BUBBA RAH-RAH!"
"HE DID EVERYTHING HE COULD TO RETAIN THE TITLE"
" SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAPPENS ALMOST NEVER!"
" HE'S A STRUB, A PRELIMINARY BUM, JUST A JOBBER!"
" WHAT THE (f$#*)!"
" wE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION"
" HE WENT FROM ZERO AND 61 TO BEING EVERYTHING IMAGINABLE!"
" WHAT THE F$C* IS (........bOOP...) GIONNA SAY ABOUT THIS!"
" WE WERE LIVE LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, "
" IF YOU THINK YOU SAW THAT WELL THAT NEVER HAPPENED@!"
OFFICIALS ARE SCRAMBLING TO THE RING"
" RESTART THE MATCH( DING-DING)
WHOOMP, WHOOMP WHOOP!
ONE...TWO..THREE!..IT'S OFFICAIL, WE HAVE A NEW WORLDS CHAMPION!
Whoop, whoop I'm in love with love
It's the only thing that really matters
Everything else goes on totally unabated
And can leave our minds in tatters
But uttering the word love to people
Most times they'll melt and blubber
They get flustered and turn a crimson red
Flounder like a ship with no rudder
It's a basic instinct with all living things
We think that we're superior
It's the common bond that unites us all
There's no real motive ulterior
The propagation of the whole human race
Is the basic reason for love
But it's evolved as more in us *****sapiens
As a time-honored act from above
Two dragonflies and two huffle-winks lined up to compete in a race
Lady dragon was the adjudicator, a ring of flames encircled her face
Haughty huffle-winks were egotists and didn’t listen to her rules
declaring, ‘Your rules are really silly. They only apply to stupid fools
We'll beat those flitting dragonflies and be first to cross the line
then claim the prize of sozzle beer that tastes scrumptiously divine’
Lady dragon fired the starting gun in the air, and the race had begun
Both dragonflies and huffle-winks were off towards the setting sun
The huffle-winks dashed to the sky and took the lead at great speed
saying ‘We're bound to be the winners’. Winking, they both agreed
But the dragonflies had heard all the rules and were not in such a hurry
They saw the huffle-winks zoom away, and it gave no cause for worry
The huffle-winks crossed the finish line first at such a blistering pace
then fluttered down to the ground, a cocksure grin upon each face
Huffle-winks' friends were waiting, but not with whoop and cheer
Two horrified huffle-winks learned they’d not won the sozzle beer!
If only they had intently listened to the last rule on Lady Dragon's list
"Winners are last over the line," their undies wouldn't be in a twist
Happy dragonflies crossed the finish line, wings still filled with power
They'd flown leisurely, and the huffle-winks had been back for an hour!
Poor huffle-winks were dibblestruck not to receive the sozzle beer prize
but the dragonflies shared it with everyone; the keg was an enormous size
Old Lady dragon used her fiery flames and created a bright golden light
and enough sozzle beer to last past midnight... to everyone’s delight!
"So the moral of this fantasy tale is to take everything at a steady pace
remembering that the first across the line doesn’t always win the race!"
Entered into Fabled Musings Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Dragon dragonflies and huffle-winks Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
5/12/18
We do things a little different here
Down on the farm
With chickens in the kitchen
Instead of outside in the barn
Pigs back in the bedroom
Watching Jeopardy, eating candy corn
Yes, we do it a little different
Down here on the farm
We have the cows over for dinner
Every Thursday night
Used to be more often
But not since the big food fight
The cows and horses don't get along
I really don't understand their dislike
That's why we had to cut back
To dinner only on Thursday night
The sheep pile into the Ranchero
Whenever we head to town
To stock up on their favorite Doritos
And licorice by the pound
When they get behind the wheel
They feel they're heaven bound
When ever it is those licorice loving lambs
Herd themselves downtown
Things seem to be running smoothly
Down here on the farm
We all do our on cooking and cleaning
So we pretty much get along
All except for the pigs
But that we should have known
We still are having a Whoop & Hollering time
Down here on the farm
A seething summer morning in the oil boom trailer park
Oral Roberts on the radio with the gospel told by Mark
The reek of raw petroleum is everywhere around
We little oil trash urchins play marbles on the ground
He drives out here most every day around the hour of nine
Checking all the trailer windows for a little cardboard sign
He parks the canvas-covered truck and dons his leather vest
Throws a tow sack o'er his back and shows his Sunday best
Down the drive comes Danny, on his mighty motor bike
Hanging on the handlebars, his bigger brother Mike
The engine makes a ton of noise, a dandy double stroke
Two baseball cards and clothespins, hitting every spoke
Our ragamuffin gang was gathered, just waiting for the time
To contrive our evil strategy and carry out our crime
“The iceman, the iceman!”, I hear my sisters say
“Y'all be quiet!”, I hiss to them,” You'll give us all away!”
The iceman sidles round the truck and casts the canvas back
Scores a hundred-pounder block and cleaves it with a whack
Tongs the icy burden to his back and laughs at what is left
Chunks and chips of frozen jewels, the targets of our theft
We want so hard to play it cool and act like we don't care
All our mouths fill up with drool and it's tricky not to stare
The iceman winks his eye at me and hides a little grin
Then walks up to the trailer door where mother lets him in
The moment that the door slams shut, the bandits make their play
With eyes lit up, we whoop and shout like kids on holiday
We suck up all the chunks and chips and with our bellies iced
We swagger off to brag about our frosty jewelry heist
It's true we didn't have a lot, perhaps enough to just scrape by
But the visit from the iceman was like Christmas in July
And when I pass through oilfield country, it never ceases to amaze
How the scent of raw petroleum brings back those icebox days
January 30, 2013
I wish the whole world could come share
This park with me
With us
This Sunday afternoon
Run under the spire of blue sky
Green Earth
Shoes to their feet
Experience a freedom from fists and elbows
Fighting itself
Within a slavery box tucked in a palm
Come to this park
Where a dozen boys in a mix of colors
Team under the basketball hoops
And whoop it up
And a field-wide game of cricket
Unfolds with Indian teams in home-made jerseys
Women rocking their picnic baskets
Pickleballs batted over a dozen nets
Dog walkers and runners old and young
Boys and girls gay or not
Weaving this tapestry of happiness
The river streaming by like leaves in the sky
Last flowers aching
Deer peering behind the Oaks
The slanted heat of October sun
Shined upon all our faces
Forever and ever
As one.