"swanson" poems
Tuna sandwiches on white bread
Carried in a paper bag
Josh Groban on the CD player
Season Three of 2 broke Girls
Matching shoes and purses
Vacation in the Pocanos
Subscription to People Magazine
Pennies in a piggy bank
Silver-beige 4-door Accord
A little college but no degree
Always ten pounds overweight
Celebration meal at Sizzler
Artificial Christmas tree pre-lit
A mole that wants removing
Off white walls, pale green carpet
Outfits from mail order catalogs
Paydays with no yearly bonus
Jeopardy and Wheel of fortune
Polyester perm press everything
Bic Stik ball point pen
Swanson's TV dinner
Flip phone with no camera
*** two times a week and Sunday
Writing verse nobody reads
ljm
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 1:22 AM UTC
The hp deathstar had all but sqaushed are rebellion.
And the pub falcon was being looked for parked in front of everycyber bar across the net so it really ****** cause capt Gonzo
was really thirsty.
We had taken refuge on endor for awhile untill
thoose fury bastards got pissed over a simple misunderstanding
they sure were some horney little teddy bears .
In thinking over were to hide there was mention
of eurainus to which I replied.
Get your mind outta the gutter man.
you just said eurainus.
Cp bathsebo and R2 Swanson said s0mething to which
I jokingly replied hush the men are talking once wasnt to smart.
Ever been kick to the grown by a steel high heel shoe
hopefully the numbness will wear off.
Master golden had taught me much
but that was many drinks ago.
How am i supposed to remember that far back
yesterday was a blur.
So **** it lets kick his *** already jack skyhorner said.
Darth Elliot was mighty the battle was hell.
I would have joined in but someone had to rob the liqour
cabinet besides Honzo Gonzo a bit of a hangover.
As the stormtroppers aproached screamed like a 13 year old girl and ran to fire up the pub falcon.
As the others said what about jack I said im sorry but he's gone
it was brutle i took out as many as could.
But Jack would want us to move on.
Just then Jack appeared and said nice scream gonz.
We blasted across the gallaxy with no direction cause ya know
how guys are about asking for directions.
Fully stocked and and reloaded so to speak.
Drath Elliot was amighty foe.
But no match for the outcast girly screaming
Capt Gonzo
Mar 23, 2010
Mar 23, 2010 at 1:45 PM UTC
The neighborhood's gone to ****
and no one seems to care the doors
are blown off from the tempest
blackening the air. Swanson sleeps
with Harbors who takes Johnson in her mouth
while Johnson picks spare change from
the cushions in his couch. Brinkley's
unemployed but subservient to Mrs. Langer,
while Desmond reaches for two shotgun
rounds and places them in the chamber.
Boom went the weasel and Jill's on
methamphetamine
while the neighborhood we knew and loved
went harshly down the stream.
The months can be a ***** and the year's
have been a *****
the neighborhood's gone to ****
and I'm finally crawling out the door.
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 1:14 PM UTC
WAGON WHEEL GAP is a place I never saw
And Red Horse Gulch and the chutes of ******* Creek.
Red-shirted miners picking in the sluices,
Gamblers with red neckties in the night streets,
The fly-by-night towns of Bull Frog and Skiddoo,
The night-cool limestone white of Death Valley,
The straight drop of eight hundred feet
From a shelf road in the Hasiampa Valley:
Men and places they are I never saw.
I have seen three White Horse taverns,
One in Illinois, one in Pennsylvania,
One in a timber-hid road of Wisconsin.
I bought cheese and crackers
Between sun showers in a place called White Pigeon
Nestling with a blacksmith shop, a post-office,
And a berry-crate factory, where four roads cross.
On the Pecatonica River near Freeport
I have seen boys run barefoot in the leaves
Throwing clubs at the walnut trees
In the yellow-and-gold of autumn,
And there was a brown mash dry on the inside of their hands.
On the Cedar Fork Creek of Knox County
I know how the fingers of late October
Loosen the hazel nuts.
I know the brown eyes of half-open hulls.
I know boys named Lindquist, Swanson, Hildebrand.
I remember their cries when the nuts were ripe.
And some are in machine shops; some are in the navy;
And some are not on payrolls anywhere.
Their mothers are through waiting for them to come home.
2k
I’ve lost myself.
I no longer know who I am
and I’ve looked at all those poems I had to write in English
you know the ones
the acrostic poems where teacher makes you use your name as the word
and the lines off the letters are supposed to describe you.
Yet I don’t see myself as that person anymore.
I sign my name as Paige Swanson
it’s the name on my birth certificate the one my mother decided on.
Paige is the name I respond to
Swanson is the name I sometimes despise.
Thats changed over time though,
because when I was younger I liked my last name and despised my middle.
I’ve reached high school and the only thing unique about me
about my entire name is the middle one.
Bobette.
It’s the name that people don’t expect and don’t believe
at least not the first time I say and spell it.
Bobette.
The name I decided to use to find words that people think describe me.
I don’t know who I am so I’m trying to find out through my friends.
Through my middle name.
B - Beautiful…or so my best friend and boyfriend say.
Beautiful not just face and body but soul and mind.
Beautiful words in writing
and paintings on canvas.
O - Observant… I notice and remember the little things
the chain on someones necklace being messed up
when someones makeup is smudged.
Other peoples feelings
more so than my own.
B - Bereaved as I’m still missing my grandmother
my pets
my old friends
and when I used to know who I am.
E - Electrifying for my personality
for my looks
and attitude
or maybe just because I have a tendency to shock people.
T - Ticklish not that you get to know where
and as my boyfriend has learned in the past 2 months
tickling me can lead to 1 of 2 things.
Either an extreme act of violence or kissing. (at least when it comes to him)
T - Tender even though I may not always seem like it
as I’m the friend and girlfriend that playfully hits you
but as soon as you’re actually hurt or upset
I’m there to try and help take the pain away.
E - Entrancing as I apparently distract people
or did they say enthralling as I keep peoples attention
no I think it was Enchanting as like a fairytale my personality keeps people watching
wait…those words all mean the same thing…never mind.
Bobette.
The only unique part of my name…of me
and I’ve used it to find who I am
but all I’ve done is find words that people think describe me.
Not who I am
and I think I’m more confused now than I was to begin with
So I have a question…
Can someone tell me who I am?
Cause I have no idea anymore.
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
expectant eyes turn skyward
to a faint familiar sound
the falling snow hypnotizes
as I breathe in it’s cleanness
the calmness in me begins to grow
on my cheeks a cold blushing glow
as delicate feather soft flakes smile
and sweetly kiss my lashes and face
lace upon lace builds a quilt of ice
weaving a blanket of fresh fallen white
standing still, I listen so intently
to the quiet hush of snow falling gently
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 9:49 AM UTC
I want to let you all know how appreciated you all are. Your kind comments and encouragment keep my pen flowing.
Poetry for me started as a way to fill free time while recovering from major back surgery 3 years ago.
It quickly turned into the healing balm itself.
I have been diagnosed with severe depression. Post traumatic stress etc.
Poetry is my outlet for stress and anxiety. Perhaps that explains my prolific sessions and then my dry spells.
I wish I had the inner fortitude to comment as I would like to all of your amazing poetry.
Perhaps in time, as the healing process continues, I will feel free to open up privately to each of you as I would like.
Each time I write a comment, it is with many second guessing and editing. Wondering if I am hurting, judging or unententionally causing the author pain. So know that the comments I give a genuine and heartfelt. Not just a quick flip of the keys.
As I write this letter to you all, I am fighting the strong need to delete and shut down. But I must push past the block. This is a start.
Please know that I do read them all. They have made me feel close to my unseen friends and poetic family.
Thank you for being here and offering me a glimpse into your hearts and souls. I have been pleasently rewarded.
Paula Swanson
Feb 2, 2011
Feb 2, 2011 at 5:09 PM UTC
I know your game
You better be ready
because me and Glynny Boy
are gonna get yaa!
Drew, watch out
I know what your up to
and you Bathsheba
and you Swanson
Lol jokesy I'm not a mind reader...
I like Salmon and BACON sanni's
Lots of love
Howard
XxxxxX
May 15, 2010
May 15, 2010 at 1:17 PM UTC
At two AM the refrigerator deliberately beckons me
screaming all of it's offerings, like a maniac banshee
I oft succumb to its wiles and to the treasures within
bending over painfully, perusing all the lowly shelved sins
Jimmy Dean sandwiches, frozen burritos, Swanson *** pies
minutes of radiation, oblivious of cost, forever on the thighs
Using my emotions, to justify all of my consumption
can't see my knees or toes, that's a pretty safe assumption
It's not that I couldn't go for a walk in the park
I prefer it here all alone, microwaving, in the dark
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 1:27 PM UTC
You're such a beauty with your powder blue eyes,
Like specs of loveliness.
Why can't he see it?
Why doesn't he know it?
They all talk about your flaxen hair;
Your legs that stretch from here to there,
But he outruns you
Without nary a strain.
You've got a long way to catch up to him
Cause you know that he's out of your league.
But you don't care how far you'll go,
Someday you'll have him on his knees.
Begging for mercy, please.
You got no reason for to doubt yourself
And what you bring to the game of love.
But he wont play it,
Won't even say it.
They all know you got the strategy.
It's so frustrating that he leaves you be.
Won't look your way,
Though he's not gay.
You've got a long way to catch up to him
Cause you know that he's out of your league.
But you don't care how far you'll go,
Someday you'll have him on his knees.
Begging for mercy, please.
You've run the cycle,
You've toured the maze.
You've carved a path.
You got it figured out.
Just at the time
You reach for prize
He does a zig-zag-ziggy-zag
Swill-still swanson sidelong swag.
You're such a stinger with your tight, ruby lips.
And he should be your own.
Why don't he see it?
Why don't he know it?
All can see the assets you could bring to romance.
But he seems numb to your signs.
What's wrong with him?
Not that he's dim.
But he keeps getting away
You've got a long way to catch up to him
Cause you know that he's out of your league.
But you don't care how far you'll go,
Someday you'll have him on his knees.
Begging for mercy, please.
Someday you'll have your way.
So you'll keep chipping away.
And someday your baby
Will come around to your way.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 3:00 AM UTC
Legends say that hummingbirds float free of time, carrying our hopes for love, joy, and celebration. Hummingbirds open our eyes
to the wonder of the world
and inspire us to open our hearts
to loved ones and friends.
Like a hummingbird,
we aspire to hover
and to savor each moment as it passes, embrace all that life has to offer
and to celebrate the joy of everyday.
The hummingbird’s delicate grace reminds us that life is rich,
beauty is everywhere,
every personal connection has meaning
and that laughter is life’s sweetest creation.
From Jason Aaron Swanson
RIP 6/1/2018
It's not goodbye it's see you soon
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 5:41 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall, HSG
[email protected]
As Gloria Swanson Did Not Say in Sunset Boulevard
We are great -
It’s the MAGAs that got small
Feb 29, 2024
Feb 29, 2024 at 11:02 AM UTC