"ollie" poems
little ollie otter took a trip once more
to somewhere far away to a far off shore
he took a trip to switzerland
he just love to ski
skiing down the mountains he just long to be.
skiing through the snow skiing down the side
with his skiing skill ollie he would slide
he climbed a snowy mountain so he could have a go
ollie he set off sliding through the snow
going very fast on each and every bend
using all his skill till he reached the end
ollie he was happy it gave him such a thrill
he just long to ski down a mountain hill.
ollie he went home his hoilday was done
then fell fast asleep and dreamed of all his fun
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
Just a Game. . .
In the comfortable stockade of my mind
Hide and seek cannot be won
Tiptoe away and find a hollow,
The solitary spot
Slipping between turmoil
Festering in alcoves
Always waiting; back tensed,
Adrenalin sheathing the silence
If I remain undetected
Perhaps the seeker will ease off,
Forget the ollie ollie in comfree
Leave me stowed away.
Much later, I could creep into safety
Call a truce, change spots...
Yet unmarred, the same old rules;
Vicious whispers that ask of unknown.
Meaningful glances and gritted teeth,
The shock of lush green eyes chasing down memory lane.
Wake up, Maple. Wake up.
But I wouldn’t, and it didn’t matter.
Because the stabbing whispers would continue inside;
Dueling emotions I long ago left at bay.
Reside there, waiting.
Counting.
Watching.
*Ready or not,
Here
We
Come.*
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC
Bewitched in the bass
Too much tail ta chase
Say he like tha way i slurp, no straw
Just Raw, Joint-click-lighter-flick
herb's tha word
mums out for the night slammin her beau just like the dough
to my room,
pop a shroom in Cancún
**** the doom of that mother ****** test.
due in a few
This ***** slew molly be on me
Pop an ollie
flip the switch bae
lets ditch this day and ****
like its flowin poetry SLAM
thighs thunder for dat lightning ****
Crocs...
Imma bring that **** back.
We've seized this moment by storm
Now Lets tear the walls down
Rage
Pillage
Prosper
Party
This land is our land
Now let your freedom flag fly
Lets get higher than the sky
And cry cuz nothing tastes like forever
Baby's powder makes the urking voice louder to DO SOMETHING instead of this hollow nothing
I stuff with stories and dress in Lubriderm
Cuz that ***** soft, baked
this cake ain't delicious
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 5:49 AM UTC
Charlie Chaplin, set the pace
Buster Keaton, old stone face
Groucho and the brothers Marx
Margaret Dumont for some sparks
Harold Lloyd, The Brothers Ritz
Did I mention Zazu Pitts?
Stan and Ollie, Keystone Cops
Chases that just wouldn't stop
The Stooges, Larry, Curly, Moe
and then theres Shemp and Curly Joe
Bing and Bob, and Dean and Jerry
Two could sing, while two made merry
Bud and Lou and who's on first?
Harry Langdon and Charlie Chase
I think who is on first base
Mabel Normand and Mack Swain
Always tied before the train
Pie fights, slapstick in black and white
This was when we laughed all night
Mack Sennet, Roach, and Our Gang
Spanky and Alfalfa sang
Words were twisted, spun and turned
People splashed and others burned
Remember back to days of yore
To when they had you on the floor
Rembember Baby Rose Marie
She started at the age of three
Many more could make the list
For many I know that I missed
Make 'em laugh and take a pie
Get sprayed with seltzer in the eye
Go and watch their films again
So comedy will always reign
Thank you to the funny folk
Who taught us how to take a joke....
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC
You said you love me but I would not understand your situation.
How could I understand if all I can see is you going down to your self-destruction alone?
Bring me to your level of understanding,
let me explore your thoughts,
open the gate to your heart widely,
I am standing right in front of your wall, knocking on to the gate of your heart.
Let me in, let me show you how much I care about your beautiful being.
You are not alone, so do not shoo me away.
Me… too want to carry the burden you have been carrying.
I will go with you to Heaven, earth even hell, no matter what.
Please do not hide anything from me…
Just hold my hand, as long as I am with that tall figure for me to follow, that broad shoulders for me to cry on, that gentle heart for me to love, that man’s soul for me to adore, I will spare my whole life with you.
Ollie, I love you.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 8:24 AM UTC
You and I are going to settle this score
Now that you've abandoned your special snowflake campaign
And overcome your Stockholm Syndrome
A dynasty has been created
The snowball's chance begins to take effect
The short order cook has taken a tall order
A citrus feast for a ship of marauders
To prevent scurvy
The maitre d' disarmed them at the door
And allowed them to infiltrate the dining hall
The captain sat and twiddled his thumbs while his crew cut loose
The first mate drank fire water and shot it out of his nose
The quarter master ordered some fiddlesticks served on door glass
The boatswain ordered the insemination of a cow so he could eat the cow and all of its offspring
It was his first day eating meat again
He remembered his vegan salad days
The carpenter and ****** constructed a shrine of after dinner mints
And conducted a seance to talk to their old crew mate, Black eyed Ollie
He squandered his life searching the sea for a doctor to restore his sight
They planned to revive him and allow his spirit to possess one of them
And sure enough Black eyed Ollie entered the seaman's body and they took turns controlling the fleshy vessel
Black eyed Ollie got every day of the week that ended in "Y" and the seaman got the rest
The filching crew of blighters finished their meal and went on their way
They left quite a tip
"Actions speak louder than words and money talks too
Yet talk is cheap
But time is money
So every burning second counts
Then let's freeze time
Take action and buy all the talk at whole sale price
And sell it at retail price"
So pay up man, I told you working here would be interesting
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
I learned how to ollie on my skateboard today
(but I wish you also would have taught me
what your lips feel like
against mine)
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 1:49 AM UTC
How
I retry
Backside Pen Slide
Lyrics spirits quips glide
Elbows Shins Blood Blot Dried
When Wind Blows Wicked Words Rise
Idioms Soul Grind Infinite rails Applied
Thoughts Ollie Pop Manual quill Pipe bomb
Ultra Stick Ink Drips 360 Plot Shov-it Twist
Push Kick I Pedal Prose Skate Tricks, Morphemes Stick.
Perpetual Pendulums Prop People to Place Peckers in Potato Grits
Times Up!
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
2 and 2 is irrelevant,
3's and 4's are ridiculous -
feed your furry bears,
your Ollie Elephants and quack-quack ducks!
They are days
spent in pure learning,
though you may not know it;
no fractions, A-bomb formulas
or historical disorientations -
politics and religion
are mingled into one and nothing.
Aug 25, 2010
Aug 25, 2010 at 7:29 AM UTC
I remember when I was a potato,
About to die
By the fry-
-ing pan,
And that was the devious,
Devilish,
Fiendish,
Plan.
They wanted me
Like lust from their bellies,
Their pillow lint belly buttons
Begged for my meat,
Calling for my ****
By boiling, rolling, heat.
I did what I could,
With my potato eye!
I rolled like Ollie
Away from the fry!
Went off the counter
Landed with a smack,
Swore to my potato skin
That I ain't going back!
I rolled across the floor
Right under their nose!
A small child saw me
Said to his ma,
"Mr.potato head, there he goes!"
I soldiered on,
Got dirt in my eye!
But swore to myself,
Never the fry!
So I was near the door
Rolling a lopsided way,
I could see the light,
The sweet light of day!
I tried to roll faster
And tunnel sighted my eye,
I was getting so close
I was screaming "Goodbye!"
Then between the counter and door,
A distance I mistook,
Out went the sun,
And I was squished, underfoot.
Aug 31, 2010
Aug 31, 2010 at 10:55 PM UTC
Ollie had an attraction to Molly
he though she was a cute dolly
Ollie said to his sweet Molly
you really send me off my trolley
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC
little ollie otter he lived in a brook
oneday he got bored so a holiday he took
he travelled off abroad where other otters stay
to the land of canada so very far away.
headed for the forest and the rivers near by
suddenly he heard another otter cry
ollie he got closer to take closer look
there the little otter he was firmly stuck.
he was in the river tangled in the ****
trying to break free very stuck indeed
ollie he jumped in as brave as brave can be
chewed away the **** and set the otter free.
otter he was happy he had got away
otter he thanked ollie they began to play
swimming in the river underneath the sun
happy and content having lots of fun.
ollie he was happy with is holiday
glad he saved his friend that was stuck that day
ollie he returned to his homeland shore
hoping maybe oneday he would see his friend once more
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 9:06 AM UTC
Go outside after breakfast
Come back for lunch at noon.
Come inside at suppertime
And even then, it was too soon.
Never permitted to be late
We ate dinner at six each day
Eat every bite on our plate.
About the menu we had no say.
We had baking soda submarines
Popular Mechanics magazines
And that was technology back then.
Decoder rings and roller skate keys
Shooting marbles on our knees
And playing crooks and G-men.
Those days we had three channels
On all black and white televisions.
Just the same thirteen inch boxes;
Nothing like 3D or Panavision.
Loved Uncle Miltie and Lucille Ball
And considered Korla Pandit a waste,
But we must be forgiven because
Back then, no one had much taste.
We could spell Kula, Fran and Ollie,
Said words like “gosh”, and “by golly”
And were anxious to see flying cars.
Many movies were in Technicolor
But you always had to take your brother
And he didn’t recognize the stars.
After school we played sandlot ball
Saturday were TV cartoon shows;
Dancing trees with belly buttons
And a local clown with a red nose.
We joined Cubs and Boy Scouts
Had lemonade stands by the street,
Matchbooks in bicycle stokes
And used bottle cap taps for our feet.
It seemed like days were longer then
And summer was slow to come again.
Those were the days when we had fun.
We built our forts and hooked up swings
Kids did all crazy kinds of things
Before these modern times had begun.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 7:55 PM UTC
I, like any normal human
keep a list of future names
I started it when I was young
then it was Landon and Ashlynn
kids I knew from school
written in gel glitter pen
in bright pink hues
my list is sorted alphabetically
genders separated as well
it’s followed me from Lisa Frank diaries
to pdfs files
sometimes I add to it often
other times I leave it alone
my list is heavily masculine
I'm not quite sure why
I like boys named Max and Marlon
I like Oskar and Gale too
I have a thing for Old English names
like Arthur and Holden
just to name a few
my boyfriend prefers Ash or Astrid
I like those as well
but, my favorite name is Olin
with one or two L's
I discovered this name on a lost blanket
draped over a fence post by the bay
I'd call him Ollie for fun
Ollie Ollie Oxen free! We’d play
he'd have red hair and freckles
I’d knit him many things
I'd sing him to sleep at night
I'd bake him lots of treats
when he cries I'd hold him tight
whisper that everything is alright
tests continue to be ordered
blood, ultrasounds, and more
results are coming forward
I refuse to see the score
It’s the very thing I’m dreading
I worry that it’s true
seems this list is fruitless
seems I am too
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC
The sun came in
from the window behind
and as it touched his face
for the first time
he slowly opened his eyes, smacking
his lips and we
saw each other for the first time.
In that moment,
I saw God,
naked,
embarrassed like Adam,
cheeks flushed like Eve.
The sun glistened off vernix, and he
stared up at me, smelling like her.
I watched the world change, empires toppled, islands sunk,
transitioning from one age into another. I saw dreams
sparkle like firecrackers at midnight.
The lies I’ve taught myself to believe
would never be good enough
for him.
I kissed his forehead,
she smiled,
and God just stood there,
naked and blushing.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 9:12 PM UTC
Now Ollie was a clever Owl
who knew a thing or two
but his answer yet to anything
was just a twit awhoo
this clever two part retort
he posted liberally
just sounds like a owl a hooting
to those brainally free
just ask him for a answer
for a crossword yet to fit
and the total of the question
is equal to a twit
you say that's not a answer
and you need another clue
we can tell what the Twit stands for
the Twit it stands for you
Jul 13, 2011
Jul 13, 2011 at 4:33 PM UTC
I hurt myself today...
Johnny Cash, he summed it up so well.
I hurt myself today
to see if I can still feel
anything other than sadness when
I fail.
What have I become?
Failure.
Everywhere, everything I do turns to ash.
I hurt myself today, my son.
You can ask Johnny Cash yourself up there
in heaven where you are.
I still think about the day I lost you.
Waking up in a pool of blood,
it wasn't long before I realized.
Then the tears began
and reason ended too.
It was a miscarriage, my son.
You were my second chance.
Now you've been ripped away from me.
What do I have left? Where can I stand?
I hurt myself today.
Missing you is all I feel.
Johnny Cash said it all,
And knew pain all too well.
It hurts so much to live
without my baby here.
Please forgive...
Please forgive me but
I have to let you go.
It's the only way I can survive.
I miss you, I need you.
But I have to live for you too.
I hurt myself today,
but I'm going to get better, baby,
I promise you that.
Sleep sweetly, my love,
and I'll see you again someday.
Love,
Mommy
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 12:35 AM UTC
Three Little Women were best friends from the start,
Even though they were two and four years apart.
Golden Brown locks, all three in a row,
All dressed alike, from their head to their toes.
The oldest was protective, a mothers right hand.
Next was a gentle wild child always in dreamland.
Last was the one who was giggly and small,
And looked up to her sisters that broke her every fall.
Three Little Women at play in grassy meadows.
A secret garden they made with dirt covered knees and elbows.
Bare foot in jeans is how they’d always be found,
Just happy to have the others old hand-me down.
Fireflies caught at dusk in a jar,
Their faces aglow as they wished upon a star.
They swung on their swings and sat down for tea,
And ran to the mailbox singing “Ollie, Ollie, Oxen Free”.
Three Little Women would lay awake at night,
Telling stories and secrets in the glow of a night-light.
A room they did share with two big bunk beds,
And prayers said together before they’d rest their sweet heads.
Knick-knacks they’d exchange after doing their chores.
Makeovers and dress up were their favorites for sure.
American Girl Dolls, Barbie’s, and dresses,
Six tiny hands together making messes.
Three Little Women are little no longer,
All grown up and a friendship much stronger.
One day they will have little women of their own,
And once again they can enjoy what they once had outgrown.
Forever they will remain each other’s best friends,
Until their time together here on earth ends.
Nothing can shatter a bond so pure and true,
Sisters who love each other more than most sisters do.
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 7:38 PM UTC
I.
You always knew
the lies I've taught myself to believe
would never be good enough for him
We have the same smile
he is the last angel that can save
me
Love, I have no easy answers for you
I bury questions with every poem
but there is never enough dirt.
The ugliness behind our
pretty faces
burns holes
in the soul
and that's the first poem
I wrote about you that
wish I could burn
because I see myself
in your eyes and I wish
I could disappear from
the mirror
I don't
hate you.
I can't.
I
won't.
II.
my sweet Ollie,
your face looks like mine
you can see it in the eyes
especially when you smile
Have you discovered
children have a way
of noticing things
that are there,
seeing shapes
and shadows
that aren't?
There are monsters in the dark
but do not be afraid
I am there too.
I thought I
past the would,
could, should be
but there are no stars
in the sky and these
gnarled branches
won't give me release
and the future is the same as it always was
some things
cannot be hidden
cannot be undone
cannot be found
cannot be repaired
If I could still believe
in God and say a prayer
I would ask that he would read
these words you can't see yet
whisper them into your ear
so that with every heart beat
you have an answer for why we're
here
and one day
when you read this
know that I loved you
know that I missed you
There is still sunshine longing
to kiss your forehead
Don't sleep
until the day
is yours
and only yours.
My son, trust me
when I tell you,
there is nothing to fear
in the dark.
Fear the Heart.
BG-4/11/17
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC
It's 3
Am and I'm
Still
Up writing
Your paper
Explaining why you
Can't seem to stick,
Your commas in the
Right
Places.
It's 3
In the
Morning and
I am staring
At Ollie's
Baseball glove
Green ink scrawled
With poems
Which he reads
When the third innings
Are dull When
***** become too trivial to
Catch.
It's 3
In the
Morning and I
Am sick and
Tired of watching
You make out
With
Every
Girl
You pick up
At this
Phoney
School.
It kills me.
You have no idea
How it
Kills me.
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 9:35 AM UTC
Our dog was the best,
full of joy and so sweet.
It's too bad that you and him
can no longer meet.
He passed away recently,
it's been almost half a year,
but still I can't help crying
all these new tears.
He already had health problems
for quite a long time,
yet he kept going strong
as if he was in his prime.
Three months before his death,
in our lives a pair of ladies entered.
He didn't like them at first,
but eventually he surrendered.
He knew we'd be guarded
even after he'd gone.
That's when he gave in
and when the illness won.
The girls will stand guard
as our Ollie once would,
but holding him close again,
is what I wish I could.
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 1:56 PM UTC
The cat's out of the bag
WE'RE DOOMED!
•
On this mystic afternoon
••
Weaponized satellites in the skies
••
Tweeting love letters to
The hate
••
The cat's out of the bag
••
We just pretending that it ain't
••
The boot upon the face
The sword that dangles above our heads
••
Ain't no
"I love you"-s
Without faux pain
Only vague shadows on the walls
••
Eat THAT apple
Let go
The free FALL
Will take us to where
We
Gotta be
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 3:42 PM UTC
An ache in my chest
tells me that this is real.
The tears on my cheeks
show what I feel.
Somehow it seems
this pain will never end.
I'd never thought
I would lose a friend.
You were here with me
for fourteen amazing years.
I will remember you always,
with smiles and with tears.
Smiles for the fun we shared,
and tears because I miss you.
It's never gonna be the same.
Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 5:48 AM UTC
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tired ole world
The vainly proud wounded fellow travelers
Riding the waves of indecisiveness
To the harlot's den
:/:
LOVE !
used as the Shield -Impenetrable
LOVE !
the ****** tears
Pretensions of innocence
//
LOVE !
If there ' s any here
How would we know ?
//
Tired ole world
Wondering
What has happened to us all ?
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC