Long Wizard Poems
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It's a final sale, no exchanges, no refund; grab anything that you like...
all items sell for a dollar or less, even grandfather's four-wheel bike.
Over forty two years I have collected transistor radios, vinyl records, ceramics dolls
and plates with famous faces on them...oh, Debbie from The Wizard of Oz enthralls!
I am making room for new furniture, and must get rid of them...
it's sad to give them away when they offered much excitement!
In those boxes and crates, you'll find many commodities...
soap bars, bathing towels, curtains shower and perfumes.
Take a look at some funny clothes that I wore in my teens: tight blue jeans,
wool sweaters, cowboy's shirts, boots and hats, trying to look like sexy Elvis!
Browse and find that item you couldn't afford...is it Marylin Monroe's furry shawl?
If the final sale is not complete by early evening, I will draw a winner to take it all!
I landed in Kansas, Middle Earth.
I asked the first human I met to show me something about Kansas.
She tried to describe The Wizard of Oz.
It was confusing, so she invited me into her house.
Cued up the TV and we watched a recording of their history.
Apparently Kansas started with a tornado god,
and everything was absent of color.
She gave me a crinkly bag and I sat in on my head.
She laughed, ripped it and made me taste the flat
salty things inside. They were delicious! Chips she called them.
She then ran into another room and came back with something called
Pop. It burned my throat all the way down and was awful,
so I kept my opinion to myself.
I knew she was trying to be nice, not mean.I sensed that about her.
I jumped a few times, in fright, as green men sprang out of flowers,
dancing and singing. She threw her head back and weird sounds came out of her face,
not musical sounds, more like crow sounds.
Laughing is what she told me.
Humans do not all look human. Some are big and hairy with tails,
some are made of metal, and some are small and bark like our
pets. She explained all the stuff to me, but I was so enthralled
with the flying monkeys, that I barely heard her.
The witch looks exactly like our head of state,
Morgabite, so that was fun to see.
I guess some of them do look more like us with green skin.
It was a wonderful afternoon. As I left I walked gingerly,
afraid tiny green men would jump out from under the brush and bite me.
The wizard will know everyone I met along the way said.
Okay, I thought, for I am from Kansas and not daft in my head.
I looked for the curtain as I pranced down the yellow brick road.
Instead of Toto a cairn terrier, I was followed by a frog who looked old.
The mini-munchkins did not come out to greet or to sing.
I never found a scarecrow, tinman or lion with zing.
In the far distance I saw a poppy field, but the flowers looked odd.
An old witch-like creature with wings gave me a head nod.
Where is the wizard? I yelled, kind of half-heartedly.
That’s when I found a lively sassy wise talking oak tree.
Winged monkeys are about, so make haste she warned me.
Fear came into my heart, I’ve seen Wizard of Oz times twenty-three.
I began to run and hit my head on an unexpected branch.
I woke up smelling cinnamon, pumpkin and possibly ranch.
A frog with a wizard hat was concocting some kind of spell.
I wondered if I was still alive or I had gone to…..
Behind a pane of vintage
glass he stands,
A silent wizard from a distant
land.
With golden turban and a
paisley vest,
He wakes to life at a coin's
request.
An iron token drops into the
slot,
And gears awaken what the
workshop wrought.
His painted eyes begin to roll
and gleam,
A sudden actor in a neon
dream.
The crystal ball lights up with
shifting fire,
Responding to the circuit
board's desire.
He nods his head and waves
a mechanical hand,
Dispensing secrets from the
desert sand.
"Zoltar Speaks!" his booming
voice declares,
To startled children at the
crowded fairs.
His motorized jaw clicks
open and goes slack,
Demanding that you never
look back.
A whirring motor drops a
paper slip,
Your future written on a
cardboard strip.
The music fades, the blinking
lights grow dim,
And quiet shadows settle
back on him.
He waits alone inside his
wooden box,
A trapped magician under
glass and locks.
Playing music of magical mythological sound
As if meditating to mesmerize those around,
Lion and tiger bow down being spellbound,
Legendary painting depicts myths profound.
Hands hold the lyre, strings echo the singer,
Mythical lyrics reverberate and aurally linger.
Shoulder muscles restrain his leaning stance,
Animals hypnotized, intently stare in trance.
Silent posture manifests solitude in his eyes,
Naked features divulge feelings they surmise.
Mystical potent image seeks union with God,
Intellectual persona leaves everyone awed.
He could tame the beasts and calm the rivers,
He could charm a snake without any shivers,
Guide and write of artistic human endeavors,
Create and sing musical themes lasting forever.
His bold naked appearance may reveal a strife,
A delicate mannerism makes it abundantly rife.
Engrossed in quest of music he perfected lyre,
Rhythm and lyrics conspired to artfully inspire.
Look beyond curiously to unveil the mortal,
Greek myths venerate him like an immortal.
A poet, musician, and a wizard of distinction,
Small group of doubters caused his extinction.
First Place
October 9, 2017
Painting: Orpheus by Franz Stuck
Poems that paint a picture 4
Sponsor: Silent One
In an enchanted land in a forest vast
Where the drooping willow sighs
A wizard with the spells he cast
Turns dragons into dragonflies!
Another creature dwells therein
Which lights up the night
Emitting a light which blinks
This creature is called the Huffle-wink
But when dawn's hue paints the sky
The Huffle-winks change into butterflies!
They dance to the whisper of the breeze
And flutter among the gnarly trees
Strange creatures roam this enchanted realm
Where the wizard does conspire
The wise old owl, perched in the elm,
Watches, as dragonflies breathe fire!
5-17-18
Dragons, Dragonflies, and Huffle-Winks Contest
sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
The moon cast eerie shadows on that dark October night
We went out trick and treating and looked a scary sight
Our costumes were so creepy, we were dressed as ghosts and ghouls
We carried turnip lanterns we’d carved them at our schools
Our bags were fit to bursting and filled with candy treats
And rosy red apples and chocolate, we had so much to eat
The mansion house was gloomy when we walked up to the door
It was recently occupied and we’d never ventured there before
I cautiously rang the doorbell, the door creaked and swung open
A tall wizard stood there, at his side a huge pink frog was croakin
The wizard welcomed us inside and he performed a magic trick
He was such a jolly gentleman, his christian name was Rick
Rick’s pitch black cat crept in the room, how its green eyes shone
Rick waved his magic wand, in a flash the cat was gone!
In its place was Ginnie the witch she was Rick’s lovely wife
She was holding a Halloween cake and she cut us each a slice
Soon it was time for us to go as it was getting rather late
They’ve invited us to learn magic tricks oh I can hardly wait!
We grabbed our bulging bags of sweets and I hurried to my house
I hope I can learn a spell and turn my pesky sister into a mouse !
Halloween contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
10-25-16
We're off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz
Because, because, because, because---
Because of the wonderful things he does! …
My name is America, once a land of opportunity
Where gangs rule inner cities, with utter impunity
Where generations live and die at the point of a gun
In 'combat zones' without shelters, with nowhere to run
My name is America, and I've lost my soul
Traded it for *********** and the Super Bowl
Sold it for a work-week of 70-plus hours
In a race to the top for unbridled power
My name is America, and I'm as confused as can be
Not sure if I'm male or female, or a speaking monkey
Should I abort my baby, get a vasectomy?
When I get older, will euthanasia be right for me?
My name is America; I worship money
Faith is for fools; Religion, odd and funny
Morality's only relative, and it's ever-evolving
Narcissism reigns: Around ourselves we're revolving...
So I'm off to the Wizard, to reclaim my lost soul
To put an end to ghettos, to the inter-generational dole
To clear up my confusion, to restore my belief
To be proud to be an American ~ to breathe a sigh of relief
gauntlet of mirrors transparency personified
transparency personified when the curtain falls
in an arena of quick sand and impromptu judgement
the stage was well set though actually
it presented itself as rather empty
epic theatre art form at its vacant best
I placed himself at the very manifest epicentre
of concealed and subconscious intentions
would I shed the gauntlet despite sharp sordid shards
sharing poetry soul-stripping and nakedly honest
Freud would think of an electrifying Egopuss complex
Jung’s shadow play might reveal phallic saints on display
until of course Nietzsche found God in Mary Magdalene
a marriage apocalyptically consummated in Dante’s inferno
with four horsemen in G-strings frottageing lust and desire
no contest is real unless the audience may be allowed
to pervert justice or shed more than hypocritical applause
constructive critique does not forbid foul language nor rage
at times I felt deprived when my poetry in the soup’s cauldron
merely attracted kind comments or however heartfelt approval
when I put myself into the lioness’ den I expect to be ravaged
ravaged displaced exposed devoured and put to the stake
a wizard needs fire because talent and flair have to be moulded
publishing poetry is an interaction between consenting partners
otherwise it risks to become pantomime or unilateral megalomania
mirror mirror on the wall am I not the best screwball of them all
where is the podium what is my prize accolade and quilled line squall
a masked persona falls short of the truth and I am the court jester
expect my bells and whistles to jingle as tools for the eloquent fool
tomtoolery when Machiavelli meets de Beauvoir in the boudoir
oh crystal ball kaleidoscope gemstone alchemy of soul and mind
nights in white satin and shining armour pain pleasure and words
words that cannot express my conflict when the prism is smudged
footnotes:
Egopuss complex refers to Oedipus’ gender neutrality, although it could be
viewed as a misspelling for the purulent excretions of Self on autopilot
tomtoolery are male tools of trade and craft, but could I not be the feminine
version
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion
And saw my prince charming’s clear reflection
With bouquet of roses and a big box of chocolate
All for me on this coming Valentine’s date.
My heart was pounding in admiration and joy
He was so handsome, fair and tall. Oh, boy!
As I swam deeper, down into its bottom room
He became a wizard and I, a witch with a broom.
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion
And saw my prince charming’s magical reaction
Hats off before me to offer all his lovely gifts
And went out with me and my broom as our lift.
My heart was rejoicing with great happiness
For celebrating hearts’ day amidst singleness
This year’s Valentines Day has given me a great treat
A sweetheart in the eyes of people I’m going to meet.