Long Yoo Poems
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The Green Door
Those dappled wings, of forget-me-nots, folded around Akutaq,
though the Denali warmth brightened her whimsy. She sat
for a long, long while, contemplating the green wooden door
in a place she had never been before. (Fairies are good
at patience and the wonder of magic) From time to time,
the tingle of fairy dust tickled and nudged. Her fingers caressed
her flawless cheeks and her pinky finger would slide in her lips
as she smiled. See, a fairy is fascinated and curious. Longing
to open the teeny door, but first she must express a wish.
Sometimes a fairy had a “ready wish,” but often one dreams
for a good bit. Suddenly, her wings excitedly flapping; Akutaq
could wait no longer. She blew a kiss, waved her wand, and
the door brightened into an emerald sparkle and opened.
“Ooh! Ooh!” the fairy exclaimed. Forget-me-nots, she leaves
behind and steps into a forest of shiny vines. She dances
among them, climbs, of course her wings tickle with glee.
On tippy toes, she looks over the vines (suddenly shy).
Fluttering all about, are a myriad of her kind. She checks
her wings - are they clean, pristine, the best lace?
She must present her best. Suddenly, surrounded,
“Who are you? We haven’t seen you before?”
Daisy touches Aqutaq’s wings, “Wow, these are exquisite!
What intricate pattern! Come! Come, you must!” she says
tugging at her hands.
Introductions all around. Aqutaq has been lonely, for too long
a time, so she’s dreamt up these lovely friends. Of course,
fairy dreams are real and call out to other lands.
“Yoo hoo,” they call upon the wind.
Suddenly, reds, blues, yellows, oranges -
blossoms snowing so daintily.
Aqutaq’s wings are clapping as the blossoms sing, but no -
purple-plum sparrows are in between and hovering all around.
The Denali fairy spots a much larger door, an inch or two.
It is red. So, of course, she sits down to think and think,
about what might be. Her friend, Daisy, likewise, dizzy
at the might-be on the other side. Wishes and dreams,
collaborated, will slowly and surely, invite friends in.
Confessions of a Swirly Straw
The Swirly Straw said to the Clear Cola
“I don’t mean to pry
but I’m tired of getting double teamed
Like some harlot in a trashy movie
If I wanted so many ménage a trios’
I would have wished to be a **** star
Or possibly a prostitute
And even if I were born Jenna Jameson, Francesca Le, or Kobe Tai
I would have chosen a different occupation
Yes, it’s true I was Cleopatra in a past life
And perhaps I was the infamous Jezebel also
And perhaps I enjoy the physical act of sex
A little too much
But there is something very unsettling
about my top being tongued and sucked on
while a river of sticky sweet liquid
Is shot up my bottom
twisting and turning
through my body like a shivering ******
And besides your effervescing bubbles
are tickling me in all the wrong spots
So the next time
this anonymous person puts his lips to me
make yourself scarce and get out of my way
or mark my words
you’ll pay
energy has a funny way
of coming back to you
and reimbursing the guilty
for all the things they do.”
Confessions of Clear Cola
The Clear Cola said to the Swirly Straw
“My love I know you don’t recognize me
We sometimes don’t identify everything we see
But we keep on meeting again and again
Why just last year, I was the ink and you the pen
I flow through your veins like a fish in the sea
Do you remember my love? It is I Antony
In each life we meet, and I swim inside you
Sometimes I am blood, once I was the drink Yoo-hoo
And another thing
I’m pretty sure of is
That anonymous person putting his lips to you
is Caesar from Rome
In most lifetimes he comes to devour me
Like a rabid dog with his mouth filled with foam
He is my nemesis,
My demise,
The reason I die
But one of these lives
He is going to get, an Eye for an Eye
I’ve waited thousands of years,
And if I have to,
I’ll wait more
For just one chance
To settle the score
Et tu Caesar?
Well I can’t rightly say
But I promise you Caesar
You’ll rue the day.”
By: Joseph DeMarco
When we were just young kids hanging around
the one grocery store there was in town
drinking Yoo-Hoo and chewing Bazooka Joe
While we were joking, cussing and spitting
playing baseball, swimming or just sitting
Our innocence was dying and we didn’t know
A surprising change started taking place
our youthful thoughts and games had been replaced
by images of girls any place we’d look
All of a sudden they were everywhere
there was nothing to do but stop and stare
they had our brains beginning to boil and cook
Although they had always been there before
they were just whiny brats and nothing more
put upon this earth to only cause us pain
I can’t be sure how it happened or why
and honestly I didn’t even try
all we knew was they were driving us insane
There’s one good thing about hot summer days
was that there were only a couple ways
to stay cool there in the armpit of the state
The hotter the sun the less clothes we wore
girls in halter tops made the list for sure
and for a 14 year old boy that was great
Boff, boink, doing it, diddle, dip your wick,
the nasty, getting dirty, ball and stick
getting laid, got lucky, going all the way,
Rounding all the bases, home run, touchdown,
hide the sausage, squeaky and getting down
round and round, up and down or a nice payday
Though none of us had ever played the games
we sure became experts on all the names
but hey I guess we all had to have our dream
That’s what happens to imagination
when in a town with a population
that’s smaller than the average football team
Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean to say
that girls were all we thought about all day
because there were times we had to eat and sleep
Now I smile when I think about back then
sometimes I wish those days were here again
but at least I have great memories to keep
You made me gloomy
You made me unhappy
You made me miserable
You made me down
You made me blue
You made me
You made me green
You made me unseen
Enviously...unseen I've seen
I just wanted your attention
Not to mention...
Love...
You made me yellow
You made me mellow
You made me anxious
Fuss and cuss...lusted over us...
You made me RED
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!
!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You made me dread
:(
:(
:(
:(((
:((((
:((
:/
You made me angry
You made me free
You made me in captivity
You made me purple
You made me just a little
You made me, father
You made me, mother
No blame game here
I have a tear to shed
A fear, laying here in my bed
You made me, sisters
You made me, brothers
I live
I died…
I give
I lied…
I’m sorry
Sorry
Sorry
Sorry
So Sad…
Messed-up…Mad…
Totally Glad…
Goin’ Mad…
Ignorance is bliss
Silence – I’d miss
Me…silent one here
Steer me in the boat of I’m-here, I’m-here
Lonely…
Depressed
Angry…
Jealoused…
Why can’t I be
Happy with me?
Why?
Why?
Why?
I cried a lake
For you…
I cried…you can call me a worthless rake…
I have been molested
With unfed dread…
I’m possessed by spirits…
Not my own, I can’t keep on throwing tantrums
Phire in me lits…thrown in pits
Of hurt from the stART
Drums…roll…Drums…fooled by you, we, me, and I…these pills of pleasure…
it numbs
The
The mind
Torn apart
So blind
Anger made us...
But, we are on the same bus...
Aren't we?
Meh...we'll see...
Roads meet...
Peepol greet...
Qin edoba ou liha toghil...
Means...ugh means...?:
(OH YUS)
You abide in the light...
Want some beans?
I know I'm such a pill
I know I'm a gossiper
BUT, for real?
It's like, no big deal
8DDDDDD! LMAO
Lines, Launch Angles and Curve Balls
The boys of summer
Set up for a season of lines, launch angles and curve balls
With straight chalky lines leading to a field of dreams
Where line-ups keep the line moving
On frozen ropes to climb the ladder into the catbird seat
Above the Mendoza line when outlines of a waving pennant envision
Crooked numbers and dusty home plates where grand salamis
Foil curves balls in flying angle launch lines – not lined out,
Not out of line
To make power lines for a hitter’s line of sight
And for bases lines, nicknamed the 45’ line,
That call for calls of fair ball down the line
Or foul across the foul line
To guide the line – fair or foul -
And lines of music for the seventh inning stretch, or the chin,
Sung in lusty lines of fans in seat lines
Or in line for nachos, popcorn, brats and beer –
To cheer the back door slider, can of corn or Uncle Charlie –
A Bronx cheer or line of boos –
A summer lineup card of seeing-eye doubles down the line,
Balls climbing up the ladder lines
Nestled in a flat curve
For lines creating perfect diamond angles
Ringing with famous lines
“Batter up!”
For “There’s no crying in baseball.” –
A nervous breakdown in nine innings” -
Because “It’s outta here!”
“Adios Pelota!” “Good bye Mr. Spaulding!”
“Holy Cow!” “Long gone!”
“Put it on the board” “Hey! Hey!”
“Oh Doctor!” “Bye, bye baby!”
And “It ain’t over till it’s over!”
Because “It’s getting late early.”
And “The impossible just happened.” “Forget it!”
“Hello again everybody! It’s a bee-yoo-tiful day for baseball.”
“How about that?”
“If it wasn’t for baseball I’d be in either the penitentiary or cemetery.”
“Remember these two things – play hard and have fun.”
With lines, launch angles and curve balls.
Opening Day April 1, 2021
Sleepless as the monsters that haunt me so…
Save me, I’m failing greatly and let the wicked wind blow
Fair enough as it is, I let you savor the moment
Demented lickers of fire desires…conjuring the times of lament
Behave, Dave…
Save…save…save…
My dreams of being a singer
My dreams of being a model
My dreams, my visions, breaking by the seams, my missions
Struggling to meet my beginning
The addictions of **** is winning
Okay, I admit it…I love watching the scenes of insanity
I feel rather shitty…holding my breath under water
Drown me the will to fly without the wings of flight
Tonight is the night…the will to fight with my undying might
Was all a lie from the start?
Discard me…Xo Xo Xo…was my lovely art
Mountains and valleys come together to mack
I was addicted to your drugs…holding my nut sack
Mountains to mountains
Valleys to valleys
Childhood was messed up…
Don’t cry over me…don’t cry over me…
I thought I was gay…I learned to hate me…
But, I’m straight…I love me…I love me…
Infections and addictions lick thee…
My plea is please…God…I love yoooo…
But I looked up **** just out of the bloooo
Tuff times…the clicking of dimes…
I collapse into 2 oceans of commotions and emotions
Kiss me the weirdness…
Kiss me the abstract abyss…
I’m tired and sick of losing tuch of yoo, God…
Touch me, your love should touch me…
My heart is weak
My soul is bleak
Hearing Speeeeeeeds of sounds…. Pulling Weeeeeeds from delightless grounds….
Subside from my side
Subside from my side
Devils and angels of thousands marry me merrily
Battlin’ these freedoms of speech…
Your Love Is What I Beseech…
But, I’m breaking apart by the second
Don’t backstab me…be with me…flee with me…you and I are one tree
CLOSET DRAMA
Setting: Two friends working out how to create a beautiful garment from the curtains. And planning an escape.
Characters:
Giselle (G) An innocent young woman who is a dreamer
Pip (P) A mischievous Chipmunk with wit
Dialogue:
G: This will make the greatest dress you've seen!
P: Why does it have to be forest green?
G: Oh Pip, where will we get the thread?
P: I can pull strands off your mother's head!
G: Yes my mother thinks her hair is best.
Find me a needle and its strength we'll test.
P: Oh boy! This is just the task for me.
When we've made the dress we can be free!
G: We will use the nets for fancy sleeves.
P: They have flowers on and wavey leaves.
G: It's now completed, avert your gaze
While I change. I'll wear this always!
P: That dress will do love. And it will woo love-
G: It's for my true love
And true love's kiss-
P: What bliss!
Now this...
G: Could my true love be that man near by?
P: Wave. And you'll know if you catch his eye.
G: Yoo-hoo! What a fine steed you have Sir!
P: Have you ever seen a maid so fair?
Quick Giselle, let down your ginger hair.
He may rescue you from your mother!
G: Is he my true love?
P: Yes. He will do love!
Now you must hurry - get on with this!
G: He likes my dress -
P: It's time for your first kiss!
Epilogue: Will the curtain's final draw be wedded bliss?
She said "I'll show you mine
if you're willing to show me yours."
I didn't waste a second
I promptly dropped my drawers!
I was rather embarrased
She looked and started to giggle
My little man was at attention
While the boys did their jiggle
After she stopped her laughing
I thought it would be my turn
Me an eager student
willing and able to learn
In the end I learned my lesson
She wanted to look through my tests
But my young mind was occupied
Transfixed by her beautiful breasts
So I quickly pulled up my pants
Time to put the two boys away
My little man sadly shrinking
Disappointed that he couldn't play
When she seen my embarrassment
She said "okay come have a look."
Please let it be her Yoo hoo
and not just some silly book
Holding out the band of her panties
She said "go ahead and reach in"
I was a happy explorer
Extreamly eager to begin
As the girl started moaning
I was sure I had got it right
She said "if you want to find it,
perhaps we need a little light."
So she started undressing
A vision there before my eyes
Her breasts a bit of perfection
Perky and just the right size
She said we'd have to work quickly
Before her parents came back
She pushed me down on the bed
and promptly began her attack
With force she ripped of my trousers
Thankfully she knew what to do
I let her have her way with me
The boys were no longer blue
She looked at me with a smile
Told me "it's time for you to go.
The next lesson will be better,
I'll teach you how to be slow!"
Honey, I'm home!! Did you miss me at all?
Where are you?
Yoo-hoo, anybody home??
Have you been extra good, and mmmm
the house seems so fresh and clean, wow!
Did you eat right?
A-mazing! You actually washed the dishes!
I think I should leave you more often!
Where are you anyway??
My, you even watered the plants!!
Are you for real?
Or were you abducted by aliens??
Everything's just so dust-free...
and you changed everything,
even our white curtains!
You switched them to Red??
But I am not really liking it...
but at least it's not pink.
I HATE pink.
Sorry hun, you know I love white.
Which reminds me,
Did you remember to do the laundry?
Did you remember to leave the whites ALONE?
Honey!! Gosh can't you speak up louder?
Where are you anyway?
I feel like I am talking to the wind here...
and what is that sound???
Ok, I'll follow there in the basement
what are you doing there anyway??
Shucks, the smell of detergent--
it's so overwhelming, hunny bun.
What's this hanging on the doorknob?
PINK shoelaces??
Where'd this come from??
DOOLEY!!! What the HECK have you done???
Are you for real?
I think you've been abducted by aliens!!
You touched my WHITES.
ALL of THEM??
even my shoelaces??
and you washed them with those
darn RED curtains????
**August 12, 2010
sorry I think my funny bone got broken...
based on Pink Shoelaces song :)
submitted for Deborah's Sum sum Summertime contest :)
Wally’s going to the mall today to buy some things he needs,
like toothpaste, soap, and bubble bath, and packs of flower seeds.
The first thing in the store he sees - the big long escalator.
He says, “I’ll not ride on that thing with teeth like alligators.”
Pushed from behind, he’s on the thing and holding on so hard.
He thinks his little weasel nails have left the railing scarred.
“Oh, wait a minute. I was wrong. I think this ride is fun!”
He thinks when he gets off this time, he’ll ride another one.
The mall was crowded to the seams
It’s just the place of Wally’s dreams
He’s never seen so many stores
With clothes and toys and books galore.
He bought the things he needs at home. He even bought a fine-tooth comb.
But passing by the bath supplies, he got perfume sprayed in his eyes.
He’s gonna smell like this all day, and not his usual weasel way.
There’s hope that it will wear off soon, but prob’ly not this afternoon.
Off to the food court. Time to eat. He found a place, an empty seat,
and took the menu, ordered lunch, and set his bags down in a bunch.
Just then, he hears a loud, “Yoo-hoo! Hey, Wally, what are you up to?”
It’s Willy Wolff, his childhood friend, and this is how the day will end.
We’ll leave these friends to catch up on the things the other one has done.
It’s been so long since they have met, they’ll talk ‘til dawn. You wanna bet?