Underdog and
Days of our lives.
General Hospital
And mama tried.
Casper and the
Tonight's show.
My three sons
And Hazel.
Hogans Hero's and
Mayberry RFD.
Green acres and
The Archies.
Aqua man and
The Lone Ranger.
Deputy Dawg and
Wally the Gator.
The Thunderbirds
And DR No.
MR Rogers and
Ode to Billy Joe.
Star trek and
Lost in space.
Batman and
The wacky race.
That girl and
How sweet it is.
Gidget and
Porky pig.
Easy rider and
Wonder wall.
F-troop and
Valley of the Dolls.
The Monsters and
Spirit in the sky.
The wild bunch
And Popeye.
The Monkey's and
Family Affair.
Sesame Street and
Yogi Bear.
Turbo1904 ?
Categories:
thunderbirds, childhood,
Form: Rhyme
The furniture was rearranged,
to make sure there was space,
and suddenly the radiogram,
had moved to second place.
Now we would have Thunderbirds,
Star Trek and man on the moon,
Tomorrow’s World had landed,
right there in the living room.
And no-one in the family,
could really disagree,
with the magic or excitement,
of our black and white TV.
There was a note of caution though,
when mum to our surprise,
said, “don’t complain to me,
if you end up with square eyes…”.
Categories:
thunderbirds, childhood, family, technology,
Form: Rhyme
he was unaware
wolf
which was disappointing
never attempt to move or donkey punch
the empire state building
ten years of planning
ten years of shrooms
ended with puppets
and strings like cave cheese
and shreddies
we were alone in the pool
the lifeguard looked like
satan's gumdrop
layered like pie
and like a puppet on a string
junk socks and dutch rowboats
i told reception it was my first time at this pool
i was told i could use my token for the locker
i told reception again it was my first time at this pool
an overchlorinated swimming hole
Categories:
thunderbirds, 8th grade, angst, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
It is 1954, and the sun is shining brightly with feeling.
I am lying in my room, staring at the bland white ceiling.
Go out and do something! My mother urges me again.
There is nothing to do, without my friend, my twin.
A car comes screeching around the corner and Ms. Cat is here.
I run out there, as swiftly and happily as any being-chased deer.
She is the epitome of a good time, this hilarious feline pure.
She says “Hop in!” and I leap into her T-bird and yell “sure!”
When did you have it painted? I asked her. Yesterday it was red.
My daddy’s butlers turned it pink this morning, that cagy cat said.
She wanted it to match her scarf, and it was the perfect color pink.
The amount of money her daddy made the rest of us really think.
She let me drive her around, and I wore a smart black chauffer hat.
My friends laughed at this, but I did not care because of our great chat.
She told me how to make money, and I took her advice this day.
I now have two Thunderbirds, and others work while I play away
Categories:
thunderbirds, car, cat,
Form: Rhyme
Vehicles, muscled cars were built, to be fast;
creatures of iron and steel;
the wildest beasts.
In the day of manufactured power, Lynx and Jaguar raced; thunderbirds flew low to ground with wings,
as fast as, a road runner.
The mighty Chevy of “57” dreams;
leant compassions ear to young Edsel,
when he failed his popularity test.
Lightening swift, these darts did fly;
racing down, route “66” back then,
the pride supported its own.
Metal, mega-mammals, like all others;
live and die their last wheeze and cough,
recorded by the crusher.
Those who signed away body parts;
the donors left a re-built legacy.
Beautiful and powerful, as their ancestors;
legacy lives on but, route “66” is a much milder path.
In Heaven’s showroom;
lion and lamb lie, side-by-side;
these are the souls of the metal mammals.
Categories:
thunderbirds, appreciation, art, beautiful, beauty,
Form: Free verse
I remember when I was young
A man on the screen tightening bolts
Another, his brother?
Was frightening folks,
I gathered the latter had died.
And the lovely lady with the blonde hair,
She came on a chat show with old Fred Astaire,
Then suddenly one day,
She was no longer there,
And everyone sat down and cried.
The fat and the thin one were having a lark,
Black Beauty would gallop and Lassie would bark,
The real scary ones,
Who came on in the dark,
'Im not frightened' I frequently lied.
Daft northern comics, the Danny Kaye Show,
Brave Captain Scarlet, Thunderbirds go,
The hours I watched them,
I shall never know,
But theyre all of them here in my mind.
Categories:
thunderbirds, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
The street is full of aimless passers,
Individually strategizing how life would be worth lived,
Thunderbirds then come to peck on delicious fruitful trees,
Having no idea about how it got yielded,
We kept wearing ourselves with those anxieties of life embedded,
Couldn't quench our thirst with the pure fountain,
So knowledge in the authors book was stolen from our captain,
Due to the reason of being comprehensive to a mind.
Categories:
thunderbirds, anxiety,
Form: Light Verse
The bikies are in town today
Least they're trying to make us think so
I know different
Thunderbirds, they really are
FAB Virgil
I heard someone say
Lady Penelope sits astride a 97 Bonneville
I'd know that hairstyle anywhere
Thunderbird 1 cloaked as a Norton Commando
Thunderbirds 3 and 4
Triumphs the both of them
International rescue comes to town
Something big is going down
Must be
I spied Thunderbird 2
Parked outside the TAB
Stopped and asked Virgil
For an autograph
Told him I liked his Hells Angels costume
And asked if he and Lady P
Were off to a costume party
Then he showed me
The special markings on his arms
Proof he was from International Rescue
And suggested I leave quickly
Clearly something big going down
International Rescue come to town
Categories:
thunderbirds, humorous,
Form: Free verse
Child 2432
Mincemeat rabbit
JR7 4ST
Woodwork
Thunderbirds.
Categories:
thunderbirds, romance
Form: I do not know?
Grasp for the clutch,
(clutching on automatic
chances)
clench my jaw –
am I clutch?
no luck.
I gasp! (gassed)
the gas-tank tanked.
Tired I try,
but floppy tires
blunder
like a drove
of drunken thunderbirds.
“Gear up guy! Get some get-go!”
I exhaust, idle
and stammer,
grass spattered,
paint chips scattered,
brakes broke
and steering hammered -
destination
is going,
rear-view gone.
Turn my wheels (or my keys, at least).
Just don’t give me a brake.
Categories:
thunderbirds, funny
Form: I do not know?
That wrinkled old Apache
He Who Sees the Dreams,
Is said to be half-crazy and old
As the rivers and the streams.
He says he saw two great mountains
Made of iron and of glass--
And then two silent Thunderbirds,
Before his dream did soon pass.
And then there came great lightning
As the birds hit solid rock,
Then both the mighty mountains fell
And all the world stopped in shock.
What next I asked He Who Sees Dreams:
He said it was unfulfilled.
Enemies like wolves surround you
And your great land goes untilled.
I trembled and then I shuddered
To hear of this dreary foe:
"There are those brave and those that die--
But rewards are what you sow."
These were last words of He Who Sees
As he pointed to the moon so high,
The two twin mountains were now gone,
But eagles filled morning sky.
Categories:
thunderbirds, allegory, cowboy-western, introspection, visionary,
Form: Cowboy Poetry