She kept her scent in the refrigerator
off and on upon the rack of Chenin Blanc,
or, in the door, with grey poupon and sour milk
where it, perforce, would topple upon the floor
when opened with any gentle, manly force.
At times, it would be lost among the yellow
golden citrus within the crisper drawer
or, it lurked, disguised behind an OJ carton
pretending to be a jar of marmalade:
so way, way beyond the ken of him to find.
And yet, with her, a flick of the door, a spritz
of Jasmine, gardenia, basil, orange, peach,
which pursued the flowing silken scarves she wore.
“Come, let’s go, we have a party to attend.”
She’d say, “What are you staring at, my sweetie?”
Just an empty perfume bottle, by the milk.
Impermanence by O.J. $traight
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My blood, my life source
I fear waking up
An atheist.
No atheists in foxholes.
Well I’m in the hole,
The pit,
The depths of despair, the
dead poets society
Carpe Diem, Seize the Day, boys
Help me.
…I’m not that innocent.
–For Laura
Tandem means finally.
Latin wordplay.
But here it means mirroring
But not.
Cloning
But not
Having
a bosom friend,
A storm sister,
an exit buddy.
–From OJ
No pulling punches for me
I’ll write this as if the free world were free
The same legal process by which
OJ Simpson was acquitted
Today, Donald J. Trump
on 34 counts in 9 hours was convicted
And the name of that process is not amoralism
The name of that process is reverse racism
~ A Sonnet in Iambic Tetrameter ~
Remember when we idolized
Ty Cobb, Babe Ruth, and Shoeless Joe
They seemed so great back in the day
Personas perfect, A-OK
But that was when the news was not
about their doings off the field
When little boys could really say
their heroes, golden swords did wield
Knute Rockne stood for God and right
Jack Dempsey punched with all his might
Ted Williams’ drives went out of sight
Grown men could even take delight…
But then OJ, he went to jail ~
Bruce Jenner was no more a male
On plane,
Check brain
Long flight
Daylight
Seat back,
Knees smack
Could fume,
No room
No good,
Just could
Dumb mask
Don’t ask
Food lacks,
No snacks
Bad free
Coffee
Stretch aisle
A while
Eyes close,
Short doze
The heck?
Jerk neck
Small pool
Of drool
Near end
Descend
Rough ride,
Gut tied
Bad bumps
Gut jumps
Land, quick!
Feel sick
Not yet,
Cold sweat
Nose down
Cheers round
Plane land,
That’s grand!
Still grieve,
No leave
Well, bull!
Gate full
Must wait,
Be late
Deplane
In rain
Mad dash
Too rash
Steps wet
Upset
Bust it
Cussed it
Alright,
Next flight
Run toward
Flight board
Oh, cram!
Hop tram
No fun,
Hertz run
OJ
Today
(Run fab,
Not stab)
In time!
End rhyme
We have seen
every ghastly act
and recorded it.
Grisly deeds
yellow in vaults no longer.
Tyrannosaurus Rex wakes
in a drop of amber.
A towering ghastliness
roams free
on a darkening Net.
Cell phones
replay the daily holocausts
over Cocoa Pops and OJ.
Evil has friends on Facebook,
The commonplace
entertains the unspeakable
as if it were merely
an eccentric uncle.
The unborn and the born
are killed legally
culled like baby seals.
On the other hand
the import and export
plague business is thriving.
Have a forcking nice day
America.
OJ for breakfast and coffee for reading
eggs Benedict for my flavored feeding
bacon on the side for that serious needing
its pertinent fat and not misleading.
fur lunch I will have a grilled cheese roll
coffee ice cream with choc chips in a bowl
am careful on calories, I add up the toll
Don’t want extra weight before I go for my stroll.
Dinner will be late, have to start up the grill
that will help to ease up the wind chill
I live in my cabin which is alongside the hill
the air is fresh and not often do I get ill.
Desert will be kept in the fridge till later
I am my own keeper for I have no waiter
slow pacing life style is so much greater
utilizing my prune pudding as a deflator
Lemons are sour and limes are green
mandarins are as sweet is anything
I like oranges
Kumquats and clementines have funny names
grapefruits and pomelos taste the same
I like oranges
Sweeties are as sweet is citrus goes
but I would rather eat a tangelo
I like oranges
Uglis help make your skin gleam
for high cholesterol eat a tangerine
I like oranges
Oranges oranges nay nay nay
makes a tasty marmalade
Orange soda is the best
OJ makes your breakfast
Orange Kool-AId childhoods
orange Hi-C is understood
Orange sherbet, zest from the peal
orange is a fantastic smell
Eat them raw piece by piece
oranges are a juicy feast
Orange candies fun to eat
oranges are a favorite treat
I like oranges
Toast and eggs
that's all I need.
Dark and over easy
with coffee on the side.
Some OJ would be nice
and tabasco sauce for spice.
Now I'm ready for the day.
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My mother used to work in a bookies in bread street
An area they called the pubic triangle
Due to all the strip joints
One day she went out on her lunch break
To place a bet at another betting shop
Not the usual sort
Football, dogs or horses
It was on the outcome of the O.J. Simpson trial
She was going to put 20 down on a guilty verdict
But first she went into an Indian run place
That sold cheap plastic crap
Cheap suitcases, discounted stuff
It was called Ali´s Cave
& she got talking to the guys in there
Told them about the bet
& they laughed
& said she should double up on
An acquittal
They figured there would be
Riots, fires & looting
If O.J. went down
& my mother took their advice
& O.J. walked free
& my mother bought herself
A nice new handbag
I love to hear the bacon sing,
Its wafting essence meant to bring
The slumbered family from their lair
With hopes of sampling morning fare.
Like Siren’s song or Venus’ face
They’re drawn to bacon’s fond embrace.
Now add the scent of waffles warm,
The maple syrup brings the swarm!
Eggs to order, short stacks brown
Biscuits, OJ, rolls renowned,
It never fails a smile to bring,
I love to hear the bacon sing!
I Love to Hear the Bacon Sing
By: Dean Wood
5/1/2017
Couplet
1st Place
May Standard Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Today I feel a bit under the weather
I think it's the flu,I want to get better
You made me soup and gave me some oj
Baby you have definitely made my day
But It doesn't matter if I'm sick or well
You always make me feel so special
Waking up next to you, trump's bad days
My darling your love, continues to amaze
I've never regretted saying I do,
I couldn't imagine a life without you
1-4-16
Alexis Y
In Cool Waters of Her Mind
(Collaboration with Keith)
In cool waters of her peaceful mind
are rare pools of depth unknown,
and wonder-pearls most rare to find,
lie great treasure there alone
Many reach them, yet none can
but often, in his lonely night ---
she smiles upon some weary man,
and all his heavy burden grows light
Should the wind whisper a thousand names,
from her lips giving soft-love to each,
a peck for hope in dire days;
though the world be doused in darkest heat
In coolness the waters doth breathe shiny-secrets,
where hope is found in hallowed halls,
no darkness, despair, nor regrets ----
lavishing in cool, speckled waterfalls
First two stanzas written by Robert Lindley
Last two stanzas written by Keith O.J. Hunt
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