"jeanie" poems
We'd bound around
For golf downtown
Frisbees always in hand
"The students are coming!!”
Was a seasonal refrain
As we’d goofily gallivant
Mother’s Day shows
We‘re free, mother-suckers
For your kids, a show we grant
A CLOWN SHOW!
A DOWNTOWN SHOW!
THERE IS NOTHING WE CAN’T!
Rock their world with juggling
See the Doctor for what ails
Rudi and O in laundromat land
Jeanie, Splash, Allison, Donna,
Silly girls astonishing with
Leaps, jokes and handstands
Chewey, Steamboat and Grog
"Yeah-yeah! Yeah-yeah!”
Silly boys grandstanding
All hail Papa Gale! We
Funned with Cpt. Plunge
Leader of the band!
Sweet Georgia!
**** croquet!*
It was grand!
**** croquet was the official lawn game of the Sweet Georgia Brown Clowns during the summer 198x Trinity Country tour [wherein we masqueraded as a Norwegian Salmon Kissing team at a Moose Lodge Talent Show in Lewiston, CA* {true!}]: “Don’t forget your hat!”)
*(we won)
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 9:11 PM UTC
three sets of withered, wrinkly hands
with chipped
tired
pale-pink nailpolish
flutter in the air,
describing.
three froofy perms
one browny-gray
one white
one salt and pepper
bob
jutting forward,
one
wobbles a little.
Grandma wears
a green-foam party hat
with a thin, white elastic band
that runs under her wrinkled chin
it sits atop her fuzzy perm
comically...
she smiles
at me.
"Ah! my cappuccino! you remembered i like it, didn't you?"
she chucks her great-granddaughter
under the chin,
grins
"oohh! look at these gardening gloves! Cidi! look at these gloves! i like the green ones."
she hands them to her white-haired sister
aunt cidi told me
this year she is
ninety-one
oh, and the gloves were really
blue.
aunt cidi
misses uncle harland
he was buried three or four years ago
in his uniform
i remember sitting next to him
at awkward family reunions
eating hotdogs
i never saw so much mustard
in my life
he could never hear me
when i tried to talk to him
but he smiled
anyway.
the talk turns serious
suddenly
over our black coffee
crossed legs
sweaters
and chocolate cake
grandma turns grim
in her lime-green party hat
"did you end up killing that trumpet vine in your yard, Jeanie?"
aunt jeanie's head wobbles a bit
she squints
wrinkles her nose
"i TRIED to!"
she scowls.
schemes of ******
plotted by three chunky-earringed
sweet
old ladies
who are a little late
for the 1940's
but never too late
for a handsome
soldier
"we're older..."
says aunt jeanie
"but not THAT old!"
they all
giggle.
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 7:42 PM UTC
1 I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,
2 Borne, like a vapor, on the summer air;
3 I see her tripping where the bright streams play,
4 Happy as the daisies that dance on her way.
5 Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour.
6 Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o'er:
7 Oh! I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,
8 Floating, like a vapor, on the soft summer air.
9 I long for Jeanie with the daydawn smile,
10 Radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile;
11 I hear her melodies, like joys gone by,
12 Sighing round my heart o'er the fond hopes that die: --
13 Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain, --
14 Wailing for the lost one that comes not again:
15 Oh! I long for Jeanie, and my heart bows low,
16 Never more to find her where the bright waters flow.
17 I sigh for Jeanie, but her light form strayed
18 Far from the fond hearts round her native glade;
19 Her smiles have vanished and her sweet songs flown,
20 Flitting like the dreams that have cheered us and gone.
21 Now the nodding wild flowers may wither on the shore
22 While her gentle fingers will cull them no more:
23 Oh! I sigh for Jeanie with the light brown hair,
24 Floating, like a vapor, on the soft summer air.
2.7k
I talk about my struggles with her Sister
While she bounces lemonade in a jug The old fashion-way
And serves me some in a champagne Glass
She hangs her clothes on department Store racks
With Picasso leaning on a wall
She doesn't have a phone
And neither does her boyfriend
They never met on one
But she uses one to call me on a Friday Night when I'm
Alone
We drive downtown to Wazee's with Two punk rockers
They order a pitcher of beer
And tell us they'll be back in a few - A few is a long concept to them
We pay the tab
And walk up 15th street to Colfax to Grant
Where she decides to see her boyfriend
She says she'll buy a ball so we can Shoot some hoop
Jazz on Jeanie, Jazz on!
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 4:57 PM UTC
Jeanie Sue
I love you
with a love
also true
Jeanie Sue
I love you
with a love
also true
you've painted my world
with a color array
you've filled my heart
in so many ways
Jeanie Sue
I love you
with a love
also true
Jeanie Sue
I love you
with a love
also true
you're the light of my life
you're my everything
your sweet being
gives me reason to sing
Jeanie Sue
I love you
with a love
also true
Jeanie Sue
I love you
with a love
also true
in your arms the world
brightly glows
lucky am I that
your paints color it so
Jeanie Sue
I love you
with a love
also true
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 9:14 AM UTC
I tuned into my FM this morning
& heard a strange transmission,
some background noise.
I recognized the code
from my army days,
it was written in dots & dashes,
a series of instructions
for those who have
already arrived.
Jeanie, the mystery-girl
who sits in the desk next to me
jotted something down in her journal
then bolted to the door for lunch,
she was out quick like lightning
& hasn't returned.
Strange, nobody's
come back yet.
Right now,
there's an eerie silence
in the workplace,
explosions
out in the street.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC
I hope to be not the antagonist
There're stories untold
But I want mine to have happy endings
Just like the old days
When I used to believe in fairy tales.
I am Cinderella
I should be home every midnight
My job was wearing me out
Can't even buy myself
A new pair of shoes
I used to walk miles for years
In order to attain education.
With my eyes that are blind
I wanna see the world
To enjoy life to the fullest
But they who call me Beast
Had entrapped me with absolute darkness
I was the only one left
A survivor of the great fire in our compound
I got my face burnt
And the world has shuttered from vision.
I am her Knight
Not in shining armour
I love her since we were in High School
But she who was my princess not know
And whenever I'm near her
I can't even utter words
To show my feelings out.
They told me I have a lot of potentials
My Mom encouraged me to dream big
For she herself once didn't own one
She asked me to do this and that
Wishing I could be successful someday
But she was murdered by Cancer
All she ever told me
May never come true
For now, I'm simply the Jeanie in the bottle.
I went to the Land of Free
And undergo enhancement several times
I took so much pills
I hold on to myself and became disciplined
In order to achieve this great body
But why do the society keeps on judging?
I know I was manly
I just wanna be happy
Can't they see
The Sleeping Beauty inside of me?
The world is indeed in the dark
All wanna believe in fairy tales
For they seek happiness alone
To not be judged but be loved
To be accepted and have the reason to live.
We don't know the stories behind those lies
Behind the misconception of true beauty
The game became Hide and Seek
Just like how the Dark urges to defeat the Light.
We aren't the masters of our lives
We are characters of different stories
Strangers in the pages of others' journeys
The great Author knows every timeline.
One thing I'm sure is:
There's always a happy ending for us
For it was already written
We just have to believe and trust
The One who wrote ours.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
After
reaching my destination,
I get bored easily,
all the new wears off my high,
and the people are all the same
Flintstones
I dream of a place of
Jeanie,
I am an astronaut,
I get creative,
rub a bottle or a
pipe,
think a magic vision
will smoke up
resolve all.
Wish me,
luck!
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 5:35 PM UTC
Crazy Jeanie sat in her house,
Crying every night.
For she thought she was young
And she thought she was fun,
But really she was just crazy.
When she was a child
Her abuse was wild
And it messed her up completely
Now she is old,
And eats too much mold
Because her brain is rotten.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 5:46 PM UTC
The race was long and the two candidates, they worked quite hard.
To earn a spot on the presidential ticket..
From on the Television to a podium with their vision.
Of how to make "America The Great" even greater.
Now I see those protesters squirming over how they were cheated and how they earned the truthful name as "Haters"
as they failed to listen as true debaters.
One way messages..One sided understandings..
A chance must be given and a mistake, in office made, to truer shout the word "Forgiven."
Now comes the disruption and not one ear turned to the one who must carry a heavy loud and burden
To repair this government machine that is broken
Which takes more than huge words and glossy speeches with shining words well spoken
To aid in the healing of Liberty's broken arm and by holding the weight of her book
As they nurse her back to shape as nurses often do..
Our new president must be more than a "pretty face" and a mouth "worth listening too.."
for in this gig that is never an "act"
they are the one who must learn with us and heal what was broken from pride, neglect, and hold to the oath of "the Office Pact."
As Liberty becomes healthier from true healing energies and not a "Clever gimmick."
A chance must be given, along with time, to heal Livrty's true given gift
holding the proof in the book of our "freedom" and "Invitation" to this promise land...
The world is no television show or game show "well Played."
for if it were, "Jeanie would smoke out of her bottle" and heal this broken nation within a "blink of an eye."
instead of true hard work, true notions, labor, and a warm slice of humble pie.
To play "a game" takes up something more valuable than money or fame or a game show..
It takes time
and the hearts of us beautiful Americans...
Who in the distance...trust the stranger...Who raised a hand
Who promised to defend, heal, and piece back together a "Broken Promise Land."
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 10:50 PM UTC
I used to fall in love
(Infatuation) with all kinds of birds,
There was an early Robin
Long before the one with the ring.........no words,
Robin #1 had a single-mother
Kept a keen eye on us,
This girl was totally cute
But they left on a bus,
At least I think so
When their apartment was vacated,
I was broken hearted
And that is understated.
Before that there was Lynn
I carried her school books on my bicycle,
An eighth-grade romance
I wasn’t yet an icicle,
No major touching
Just a casual knowing,
That she was nice and I was attracted
Gentle winds were blowing.
Then there was Vicky
I didn't treat her well,
I was beginning to get anxious
In my own private hell,
Now I know why
I had a hard time making decisions,
Others had always chosen for me
With strict conditions.
Jeanie changed all that
We were fun on the run,
Things got hot and heavy
And we almost shot the gun,
We played around for a while
Even after we went our ways,
Friday night rendezvous’
Bored teenagers practicing plays.
Cindy was a drop-in
Restrictive Catholic parents on tap,
But she was a hottie
Sitting on my lap,
Man, things were hot and juicy
But we weren’t really rolling in the same crew,
It was a short run romance
I should not have stirred the stew.
After that I fell in love once more
With a younger girl again,
Marcia was her name
But I was a mess by then,
I could not express my feelings
And hardly talk on the telephone,
I took her to the Prom
I was like a stupid stone.
It was hard being me
Those “incel” guys, I completely understand,
There was no internet groove at the time
A support group for the not in demand,
But, I wasn’t angry at women
I was quite aware of my limitations,
Which didn’t make it easier
Just a lot of hopeless never-invitations.
Don’t even imagine
That my story ever improved,
I got to age forty-five
And my world had not moved,
Now, something did happen
But it was not of my creation,
I guess that was the final answer
Step aside and just take dictation.
Just do what someone else suggested
To see what might occur,
I tried it and God Dang!
I met HER.
Apr 17, 2022
Apr 17, 2022 at 1:03 AM UTC
Mrs. Reddy
Susan T.
Jeanie D.
Sister Mary Timothea
Virginia K.
Queen of Hearts
Kathy C.
Cindy I.
Betsy W.
Corpse like lover
Karen L.
Boston, MA
Georgine D.
Terry/Tara M.
Lynette K.
Jayne O.
Queen of Hearts
Jun 17, 2023
Jun 17, 2023 at 8:45 PM UTC
KISSING THE DOT
Our new black & white
more full of snow than pictures
holding the rabbit's ears just so
(“No...no...no...YES! ! ! ! ! ! !”)
holding it aloft like 9 year old Statue of Liberty
watching with fascination as I DREAM OF JEANIE
emerges
to our chorused 'ooooOOOOO! '
Even turning it off was a thrill
the little white dot dwindling to an infinity
the electric static tingling our lips
as we kissed it goodbye
. . .a pleasurable pain.
Now, after the bus crash
lost in staticky snow
I turn the set
on off onoff
watch the little white dot
die again and again
place my lips
against the fading screen
the electric kiss
of death.
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 4:17 PM UTC