Long Wichita Poems
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There is always a way, the optimist says,
Yet the creak of life’s tensions groan low,
They shadow the quake that the floor he walks makes,
And the air as it travels says so.
See the mist pale & thick,
It caresses each tip, every leaf, every needle and frond,
He smiles a wide smile at a metallic knell
Like sweet chiming bells,
Speaking scenes to his minds inner eye.
The paleness surrounds like great steam clouds,
Then a strong rasping sound cuts in with a short rhythmic note,
He sees a blue breaking through, the white tendrils grow few,
he gazes on grey shining ribbons of track
With a curve running clean through fields of sage green.
Wheat silos by pale gold hay stacks.
Then with curses and clumps the foreman climbs up and
Hauls another rasping board to his stage,
“Hey grab hold of this mate! You’re making us late”,
As a bucket of clamps clatters down!
So with a spanner in hand he re-joins the gang,
And puts his hand to a galvanised pole,
It’s cold and damp to his grip, and he feels his heart dip,
As he thinks on the way life now goes,
Lost in terraces grey while for hours he slaves,
So far from his Wichita home,
With his quiet English wife and two children besides,
And too soon, into a day nursery they'll go.
But dear God in heaven the sign said 7 to 7,
Is that the start to a balanced home life?
© Joe Maverick 2010
"50 Words for Poe: Shark"
The Shark’s name was Bruce
he liked to drive with his head
hanging out the car
mouth wrapped around a
Montecristo Dantes Cuban Cigar
They met in Wichita
Room 101 in the
Hotel Cicero
“Hey babe,” he said
“I know,” she said
“You wanna marry me and
you wouldn’t be dead for quids”
“Hey babe,” he kissed her forehead
“Yeah,” she said
“Let’s go to the Boat Shed”
They got out of bed
Lake Tahoe next
Bluey was waiting with Bugsy
in Las Vegas at the Flamingo
he'd be wearing Red for Siegal
free as a bird
Meanwhile,
She'd gone all Jonathan Livingston Seagull
In another world
Brisbane and Sydney were dead
...
She’d put a bullet to both of their heads
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/aSI-Wk00rVw
The Toadies – Possum Kingdom
“The devil will do anything for you to be comfortable in your ignorance.”
“If you opt for a safe life, you will never know what it's like to win.”
“The danger of venturing into uncharted waters is not nearly as dangerous as staying on shore, waiting for your boat to come in.”
https://youtu.be/tmSzRx9RYLk
Sinatra
1. SEAGULL
Jonathan Livingston Seagull
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonathan_Livingston_Seagull
2. Jonathan Livingston Seagull/ebook
http://csermelyblog.tehetsegpont.hu/sites/default/files/angol%20sir%C3%A1ly.pdf
I took a stroll through Boot Hill Cemetery the other day,
To take a look at where outlaws and other rabble lay.
Some graves were marked by stones, others by weathered board;
Many covered with cairns of rock, residents known only by the Lord!
As I moseyed through the weeds and brambles from tomb to tomb,
I read interestin' epitaphs on how those fellers met their doom!
"Here lies the mortal shell of bank robber Tim McGraw;
Bad luck for Tim - the bank teller was quicker on the draw!"
"Beneath this turf resides big-time gambler Jedidiah Greeves;
He played Texas hold-em with too many aces up his sleeves!"
"Here dwells 'Hank' Hankston who 'borrowed' the judge's steed;
He was hanged from a lone oak tree for this nefarious deed!"
"Here inhabits Cletus O'Toole who had a run-in with the law;
The high sheriff won the battle on the dusty streets of Wichita!"
"Molding in this lonely grave is Joe Bronson, notorious cattle thief;
Wranglers dealt with Joe in a hail of lead with whom they had a beef!"
"Cody Blanks went on a drunken toot causing mayhem and injury;
The judge sentenced him to be hanged as suggested by the jury!"
These fellers were planted with their boots on accordin' to local lore;
That's why it will be known as Boot Hill Cemetery now and forever more!
Seabull baste the coup de faste
Infectudo goncerotia gonzo
Ron done wrong and was corrected for it
Foresca fiesta frescoe fiskars deshthroes kiskstar
By Start Up bark slarm no harm done to a cherry tree
Wood freeze it ASAP keep it the cooler like Texas does
Drip Diamonds in flex fuel beef it up
Life ex[pands its expectancy
Drims sound cool up pull up pull off a coup or live miserable
Defective decendant A Bravis son
Don't Davis me saveth her ass for special occasion
Dip set throuh the Tip saw
The e·lic·it replenished diceptiva
Trek or ball inflate streamed in time
Coup de FeD Framas Grace fluent in the gruesome scene of a Frogman
Resital dial it quick Sentry's kept of dialpads
Weapons weekly I used my deceptive mind zone
Introspective friers as WASAP
Wichita sounds like Wise county
Gileads crosspath
There's another man my age
On the other side of town.
He's got my face, my exact face.
Our back accounts are different.
For all I can tell, his car is nice.
Married, big happy family.
His jokes are the same as my jokes.
I saw him at a cafe yesterday.
I was sitting with my daughter.
He was sitting with his son.
For a moment we made eye contact.
He laughed through it
Pitching his head back,
Sustaining the contact with me,
His doppelganger.
Then back to his son,
Then me back to my daughter.
Yesterday I watched him get on a plane to Wichita,
Hugging good-bye to his wife and kids at the gate.
There goes my face, I thought, off to Kansas.
Doors closed as the plane taxied away
And his sad family meandered.
"Daddy!" yelled his youngest
Spotting me behind the fern
50 ft away in front of
Fern Gully's Gastropub.
Lumping the bad ones, and ouch, some of these are pretty bad.
Dear Postman,
Dear postman, this is just to say,
"I wish you a happy birthday",
and also, your pardon I must beg
for when my dog bit through your leg.
I Carry a Shell
"I carry a shell upon my back,
but, slug, I see a shell you lack."
"True, snail", said the affronted slug,
"A shell, I don't care to lug,
until the day it will surely crack."
Born Under a Bad Sign
Robert Johnson, what was his sign?
At 27, he went down the line,
I'm 72, and going down that track,
like Robert, I ain't comin' back.
In 45 years, what more have I seen?
Nothing. Just that the world is mean.
My Wichita Home
I miss my ma. I miss my pa.
I left my home in Wichita.
My ma and pa don't miss me,
"Get out - you can't stay rent free".
Twenty -seven Teeth
I have twenty-seven teeth - that ain't bad.
How many did you think I had?
I had more, but they went South,
last time I opened my big mouth.
Fun and Failure
In life, it seems I've failed at everything I'd planned.
Now, it's time to have fun. How wonderful! How grand!
The Ghoul of Gettysburg
When the ghoul of Gettysburg's awful schemes
penetrate your sordid dreams,
wake up and collect
your nerves and reflect.
Then, resume your unhinged, anguished screams.
By Phan Tan Hai
There was a time you invited her to step out
from Heaven’s will, drenched in light—
where laughter drifted like clouds in a wandering sky,
where joy hovered with the fragrance of schoolyard youth,
where the two of you walked shoulder to shoulder from a small alley,
wondering how long until you could bathe again
in that predestined rain.
There was a time you held her hand—
those slender fingers born of a homeland never free from hunger,
your own hands a landscape of bones,
barbed-wire cuts etched deep from camp to camp,
the two of you looking at each other in the late afternoon,
wondering how long until dawn would return.
There was a time you sang “The Distant Love,”
your guitar sending its voice to the girl of the pine forest,
while beside you she was only a naïve city girl,
writing in her daughter’s diary each night,
wondering where she might ever speak her love aloud,
and how long until you would sing a song meant only for her.
There was a time you met her only at market stalls,
avoiding the cold, piercing eyes that froze the blood,
the two of you with no place to rest your heads at night,
your daily prayer simply to meet again in safety,
loving each other in a Saigon turned to ice,
wondering how long until the peaceful sun and rain
of childhood would return.
There was a time you urged her to run—
to leave everything behind and walk barefoot into the dawn of happiness,
where you would be together morning, noon, and night,
where she could transform into your forest of pines,
where the days would become an endless wedding of moments,
and how long until her whole life
could be an offering laid at the altar of love.
There was a time you brought her into the snow of Wichita,
the two of you guiding each other through fairy-tale forests of green,
where you wrote poems, stories, and sang for her,
where she told ancient tales of Dragon Father and Fairy Mother
to the children gathered around,
her tears flowing with happiness
as she remembered the childhood rain you once bathed in together—
and how long until… in the heavens of the life to come…
---- For the lovers Truong Van & Kim Oanh
California, Jan 6, 2023
Those books which were rejected by the Council of Hippo
Being non-biblical belong to what is called the Apocrypha
These books of the Bible
They are often well worth reading as they offer much historical information
Not otherwise available
However
Some of these stories
Slightly heretical tendencies
The Catholic use of the word “Apocrypha”
Defined aboveShould be distinguished from the incorrect Protestant use of the word
Protestants use this term to designate the seven books of the Bible included in the Catholic Bible canon
But not accepted or found in Protestant Bibles
These seven books are
Tobit, Judith, Wisdom, Sirach
1 and 2 Maccabees and parts of Esther and Daniel
Protestants call the books
Found in the Catholic
Apocrypha
The Pseudepigraphal books
Copyright, 2005, 2002, 1987 & 1981 BY DEVORE & SONS,INC.
WICHITA, KANSAS 67201
COPYRIGHT, 1970 BT CATHOLIC BIBLE PUBLISHERS
WICHITA, KANSAS 67201
Form:
I was working my way north through Kansas,
selling hot dogs at a traveling fair,
the pay wasn’t great, but it was still a job,
and I met all sorts of people there.
We’d set up for a week near Wichita,
when some bikers decided to stop by,
they stood out in leather, with their skull rings,
one of them was even missing an eye.
Of course this same fair, to entertain crowds,
had brought in dance troupes of every single kind,
and two dozen clog dancers walked by my stall
when the bikers had some bad things in mind.
They started taunting the two-dozen souls,
laughing at their clogs and their costumes,
challenged the manhood of the male dancers
until the whole of the troupe raged and fumed.
This just made the lead biker laugh more,
cry,”What are you gonna do know, pansy?”
From the lead dancer flew a wooden show,
which knocked the biker right off of his feet!
A switch was thrown, and the bikers charged in,
I thought no dancer would survive this day,
but they took their clogs in hand like clubs,
bellowed loudly and dashed into the fray.
Punches were thrown and blades slashed about,
wooden footwear clubbed down brutally,
a biker flew into my poor hot dog stand,
at the last second I leapt to get free.
In the roar of the melee time slowed and sped,
the crush of fists left the whole world spinning,
and the damndest thing, amidst all the blood,
the middle-aged clog-dances were winning!
Then lights were flashing, police cars drew near,
both parties broke away and took flight,
I poked my head up in time to be asked
by a cop,”Which side started the fight?
I told them all that I had seen gone on,
when done I quickly jumped into my car,
Ffguring I had no job to go back to
I drove into town looking for a bar.
I found one near the local airport,
and went in so I could relax a bit,
only to find the bikers and clog-dancers
drinking beers and burying the hatchet!
It was hard to believe any such foes
could have put it all behind them that fast,
but as they shot pool I saw in their eyes
the respect of those equally bad-ass.
I finished my drink, then headed on north,
needing to find a new way to make coin,
which is how I found that one polka band
who took down the city of Des Moines…
The witches West of Wichita
Have gathered for the night.
Darkness is upon them, yet,
The moon is shining bright.
Hanging perfect in the blackness
Of the still October sky,
Casting shadows of a feline,
Her back is arching high.
A scream that breaks the silence
Of the stillness in the air,
Sends chills through all who hear it.
A sound that says, “Beware”!
Incantations uttered softly….
Something’s added to the brew.
A pinch of this,,,a snip of that,
The sisters stir their stew.
Vapors rise above the vat,
Dancing like a snake,
Twisting,,,turning wildly,
It’s alive for goodness sake!
Then, in a secret language
Only spoken by a few,
The eldest whispers something,,,
"Happy Halloween for You"!