Short Sullivan Poems
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I paced as the coffee brewed
To one spot Sully stayed glued
"Dad where is my mom?"
She was held in Guam
Because her pug nose was skewed
Hey no ifs ands or buts about it
problems come from a bottomless pit
Chicken roasts and all
the roots of your fall
My Sullivan needs a work permit
easy sunday night
with ed sullivan
~ old flannel pj's
Published in Haiku Canada Review vol.14 no.2, October 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Martin Russell Sullivan
was a rare blend of humor and gentleman.
May the wild eyed Nazi skin head who shot him dead
forever rot in the hell hole he so richly deserved.
Smiley full lips,
silky smooth,
luscious and glistening,
juicy and glossy,
pouting and alluring,
succulent and irresistable,
sweet, sexy and heavenly,
that's me and my lips.
Carson, Sullivan, Como to name a few
Well known personalities when TV was new
From younger years
Memories so dear
Those were the days, they were really big shews
Sullivano frisked his tail
Folded hands asked for a bail
Judge said " No no"
Sully was raw
Surely, he got a "raw deal"
Sullivano=Sullivan/Sully my pet ghost now in Italy
Whimsical & topsy-turvy
A partnership of mirth & hilarity
William,dramatist with much to say
Arthur,leading composer of his day-
With light opera,they made their pay.
Tribute to Gilbert&Sullivan
Sullivan heard the professor's talks
Nodded his head and reached for the woks
The Quantum Theory
Is tomato puree
He learnt this in the school of hard knocks
Sullivan is my pet ghost
Did you see that Ronnie O' Sullivan documentary?
The music teacher at school tells me he knows
The sax player who recorded with The Rolling Stones
It means, we are all two-people away from Mick Jagger
How many of you remember “The Ed Sullivan Show”
The latest talent emceed by a mannequin like troll
Neck always seemed sore
Think he once swore
All the latest acts appeared on this Sunday night casserole
Sammy Davis and Ella Fitzgerald, jazz singers
Their b'deed'lee-dip riffs on the Sullivan show didn't linger
In America's consciousness, and that's really too bad
They were surely the best jazz singers America's ever had
Sully* was back in the saddle
up the creek without a paddle
Meenie stole his hat
followed a stout rat
With cookies his hands did meddle
Sully* is Sullivan my pet simian ghost
Meenie is my cat
Both are naughty
Sully loves the classic chicken roasts
‘A perfect dozen a day’, he boasts
Meenie loves milk
Foods of that ilk
‘Cat is lesser animal’, he posts
Sully/Sullivan= my pet ghost who lives in a rain tree
Meenie=my pet female cat
Who is in the kitchen?
Me, a smile bewitchin'
Sullivan
Sniffs oven
Chicken breasts are switchin'
Sullivan was happy as a bird
Sent my Meeni a Valentine card
"Oh my sweetie would be wife"
"You are the breath of my life"
She snorted, "I've joined an avant-garde"
I am Amanda sullivan
who needs peace and creativity,
who loves her son unconditionally,
who sees failure, but also positivity and gain,
who hates bullying, and deceitful relationships,
who fears a life alone, devoid of love and friendship,
who dreams of wealth, happiness, and a life by the sea.
That kind of thing really griped his soul
Meenie ate cookies smuggled from my bowl
Sullivan sighed a little
He was so sick and brittle
Whittled himself down to size with a howl
Sullivan was sick Oh Meenie played a trick
She kept under his pillow a fresh fish stick
Sully smelled a heaven
Devoured like a raven
And he stretched his legs "Oh I have dropped a brick"
Sullivan stole my dime
He was taxed with the crime
In my backyard
My Sully feared
He might pay with the rhyme
Sullivan=my pet ghost
Go go boots
Made for walking
Nancy Sinatra
60’s fodder
Rock’N Roll
Jazz
The Blues
Diana Ross and the Supremes
Elvis and Ann Margaret
Ed Sullivan
The Beatles
Twiggy
Mini-skirts
Johnny Cash
The Grand Ole’ Opry
Underdog
Polly Pure Bred
I Love Lucy
Leave it to Beaver
Bonanza
This may have been when all of this video stuff started.
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Black and white television set
First one in the neighborhood
Rabbit ears adjusting the reception
Rotating dial to change channels
Kiddie cartoons and Roy Rogers
Weekly ritual of Saturday mornings
Much talked about Sunday nights
Ed Sullivan his prestigious guests
Staying up past our bedtime
Honeymooners and I Love Lucy
AP: 1st place 2022
Meenie was clamoring against higher prices of milk
My Sullivan hit a clinker he was not of that ilk
Sullivan screeched a lot
My Meenie shot her bolt
And both in revolt ate turnips artichokes and silk
Meenie= my pet female cat
Sullivan=my pet simian ghost
Antonio a tenor's ring,
in the bathroom he would sing
Gilbert and Sullivan was his thing,
oft he'd sound this manly zing,
in the bathroom he would: sing!
all his music he would bring,
oft he'd sound; this manly zing!
the kitchen staff could hear him sing,
all his; music he would bring.
Gilbert and Sullivan was his thing?
the kitchen staff could. Hear him sing!
Antonio: a tenor's ring.
It seemed like only yesterday
That the Beatles came on the scene
And the music that they played
Excited all the teens
They appeared on the Ed Sullivan show
To a TV audience that was all aglow
As they sang" I want to hold your hand"
One of the greatest hits of the band
They broke up in 1970
And rumors as to why were plenty
But there can be no doubt
That they made us twist and shout
10 - 16 - 2013