Distractable Don
29 May 2012 2 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: alarms, food, garage doors, hard boiled eggs, jelly candies, passion, rechargeable batteries
Don has remote fever.
So many remotes:
opening recorders
monitors
garage doors
DVD players
alarms
cabinets
locks
phones
and
Jeanne.
She’s crammed in his bulging pockets
with hard boiled eggs
spoons
jelly candies
more remotes
rechargeable batteries
Suduku books:
treasures
to spark his passion.
Jeanne adjusts
to the rhythm
on his hip.
Gladly
rides
her favorite thigh.
Oh my!!!!!!
Like this:
Isn’t it pleasing when things fit together so variably, so neatly, so interlockingly coupled?
27 May 2012 Leave a Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: coupled, interlockingly, pleasing, toy bricks
The toy bricks look like the beds I’ve slept in with my men.
From army cot
to single
to double.
From futon
to waterbed
to back-saver
to Tempepedic.
From hammock
to tent floor
to queen size
and more.
To twin size
and
water-proof
allergy-proof
snore-proof
individual bliss!
4/26/12
Jeanne Poland
How Do I Love Thee?
26 May 2012 Leave a Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: eternally, filters, garbage, hold, man
How Do I Love Thee?
Let Me Count the Ways:
I love thee to the heights of the ceiling fan and skylight
and newspapers on the roof;
And depths of the carpet under-padding that cushions our feet.
I love thee to the lights you maintain
and the filters you replace,
To the birds you feed
and the computers you reboot;
To the steps you climb
and the pocketbook you guard;
To the garbage you tote
and the containers you recycle;
To the scents you disperse
and the aromas you emit;
And should you disappear again
I would mourn and pant and search you out
To hold and claim: “my man”
eternally!
Tip-Toe Through the Texts
24 May 2012 Leave a Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: keys, pix, plea, Texting, thumb, tongue, twankle, twinkle, wonder, woosh
Today I tip-toed through the texts,
Twinkle-dee and twinkle dum!
With my thumb and tongue on run,
Twinkle-dee and twinkle-dum.
I sent pix and kin sent some,
Twinkle-dee and twinkle-dum.
Text did stray; mistakes did play,
Twinkle-plea and twinkle-be.
Old and young still found the key,
Twinkle-please and thankle-we.
Who knew keyboards tiny keys could
Wankle-me and wonkle you?
Wonder words woosh wishes with
Twinkle-text and twankle’s best!
All rights.
Jeanne Poland
Dental Office from Outer Space
23 May 2012 Leave a Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: Dental, space, toothpaste, floss, teeth, space chair, close ups, health
A Poem for Two Voices:
One:
In the office
is
a space chair
hygienist
and computer on pedestal.
Two:
(It does close-ups and enlargements!)
(It graphed my gums from 1 to 4; #4 being too tender)
One:
“Floss 3x a day
Gargle with baking soda.”
“Here’s a prescription for toothpaste.”
Two
“Here’s a sample of floss and toothpaste”
One:
“Six thousand dollars to replace old filings and crowns!”
Two:
“They’re too old.
See decay here below the crown!”
One:
“Wait! Eeeek!
Need to tweek
the budget!
And the dental plan.
Two:
Teeth are not my only asset!
Bites and bits both vie for time!
Each gets his share down here on earth
“So he gets his and I keep mine!
Jealousy Bites
22 May 2012 Leave a Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: breathing fire, sweet bliss
My one year old brother’s on Grandpa’s wide lap,
With the catalog showing some fish.
I dart over there breathing fire’s green tongue
And plotting to wreck his sweet bliss.
Sidling as close and as snug as can be
I edge my teeth round his soft hand -
And bite it smart, smite it, swiftly I sneak
In that bite – bitter land
Of jealousy, rivalry, envy, to whit.
Claim me. Burn me. No!
I turn away! Say:
“Sorry” the first time today.
His tears dry before me,
He hugs me and smiles;
We clap and we sing and we go
From begrudge, to beware, to beguile!
From bliss – to bite – to kiss!
David Harrison’s Window
19 May 2012 Leave a Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: airplane window, David Harrison, Lillipution, miniature, window
Here’s my Word of the Month poem, inspired by my plane rides to and from Honesdale.
The Window
by David L. Harrison
There’s something about looking out
an airplane window.
Do you feel it too?
Perhaps it’s the land drawn
like history’s checkerboard pages
recorded endlessly beyond
my horizon,
tree-fortified rivers shouldering
down valleys of least resistance,
Lilliputian towns –
miniature yards with droplet pools,
fans of ball diamonds,
ribbon streets –
like board games sliding
out of view, out of mind.
Something about looking out
an airplane window
makes me want to respond,
to write about . . .
what?
We land and once again
I forget
the question.
Dearest David:(Off your trapeze)
You were suspended
Now you’re grounded;
But words take flight
And fly to me:
Storks bring baby truths
To soothe and smoothe and schmooze.
Jeanne Poland
