Posts for June 3, 2022 (page 4)

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Poem

Stupid Kids

We all found ourselves in a circle.
I was the first to move,
my middle school best friend the first to suggest a game.
I admit I never memorized the rhyme,
but after today it’s seared into my memory.

It goes

Down by the banks of the hanky-panky
A frog jumped from bank to bank
Saying Eebs, Ibes, Opes, Oops

She playfully slapped everyone’s ass,
and I pointed to under the bleachers and said
“here’s the make-out corner”.
My friend from theater class said she would have to bring her boyfriend back later.
We snickered everytime the coach said “balls”
and we flattered each other’s figure like the compliment-deprived teens we are.

Listen to the rhythem of the ding-dang-dong.
Michael Jackson went to town,
Pepsi-Cola shot him down
Dr. Pepper fixed him up
Now we’re talking 7-up

Slipping sips of Sprite and Cherry Coke
During our hour long lunches.
Drinking what we’re sure is some kind of drug.
We pass around the bottle and agree it smells like piss
and that Riley’s mom tried to kill us with this strange electrolyte powder.

7-Up has no caffine,
Now we’re talking Billy-Jean
Billy-Jean went downtown,
singing,
Ooo-a-ditty-ditty-dum-ditty-doo

The only way I can make it through the excersise 
is by singing Fireflies in my head, 
A song everyone finds annoying now. 
The coach does a little dance to the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme.
We roll our eyes but still giggle at his antics.
We pretend we only watch kids movies
to laugh at their stupidity,
but know their theme songs by heart.

Lincoln Lincoln I’ve been thinkin’
What on earth have you been drinkin’?
Is it whisky Is it wine?
Ohmygoshit’ssummertime!

I’ve never drank but I can’t say the same for them.
We’re only stupid kids,
getting our mistakes out 
while no one depends on us
But we slipped up,
and now we depend on each other.

10
9
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3
2
1

…Time to grow up.


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Poem

Ho’oponopono for Mama Kate: Forgive me Grandma

I’m sorry
I’m sorry for not coming when you called
Your letters landed on my doorstep
The doorstep of a young aspiring college student
Independent of family  

Please forgive me
I hardly heard the voice in your letters
A call to your side, to listen
A call to me, oldest living grandchild to carry on the name

I love you
Please know that
Please excuse my absence
There was no absence of love
Call it youthful folly
Raised without the meaning behind deep family connection

I’m grateful
Grateful for having met you, known you, loved you
Cherished you  

Remember the fresh young boy with his brother
Greeting you at the train?
“There’s my boys!” you told the porter
We smiled with great joy as we hugged you dearly.


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Poem

Bruised Papers

The bones go 

Into the box

With all the expired

Grocery list

 

Choking up on drool

Passing asleep on

A bored to death bed

Waking up to a life

Back to condoms

And divorce papers

And no time is lonelier

Than six P.M.

and no one else

Is home

 

I can’t trust my knees

Or heart anymore

All our past loves

Left parked in the

Red zone

Three A.M is child’s play

 

So many things lost

Buried and towed away

Smeared contusions

Where our love use to

Laugh and laid

To rest


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Poem

Second Booster

Broad awake
Lying in a fitful unease
Taste of churning stomach 
   coating swollen tongue
Hot to touch
Shivers
Hand tremble cannot be still

Made sick
   in order to not get sick
This one might kick you
   the nurse said

Second day body ache
   bends me into fetal position
Pervasive malaise 
   as undefined as death

I wait for its ebb


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Poem

Where they came from

Little people hurry along
throughout the lives
they have deemed worthwhile,
racing against time as it slowly
beckons them back to the 
darkness that they came from.


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Poem

Hiking Old Paths

Red River water falling over
Creation Falls on a June Friday
after two years away from the woods …
traveling back in time,
both in millions of years of
geological formations
and to the past life I lived
within minutes of this place.
Peace comes like an old friend.


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Poem

An American Sentence

Out of my back pocket a poem limps, letter-frenzied, cowlicks to page.  

(Note: An American Sentence is a variation on the haiku invented by Allen Ginsburg.)


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Poem

Insight

Night walk in winter:
there—through those sleeping branches—
there—is that the moon?


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Poem

Life Savoring

Touch and be touched
in gentle ways
the bliss of life.

Life without bliss
like swallowed glass.

-Sue Neufarth Howard


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Poem

the sun & the birds lull away my pain

the sun beams hot on my skin,
drying my damp hair

& leaves curl
around an oak

i breathe
& listen to the birds

&, maybe, i feel my mother’s arms
cradling me