40/40: Summer Poem Slam-a-bam! – Day 39 – “The Torrid Tale of Mattie T-Rex”

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“The Torrid Tale of Mattie T-Rex”

Mattie T-Rex is a party animal.

He isn’t particularly short,

Nor, excessively tall.

He stands guard at the top of a North Shore hill,

And watches people come and go.

he’s witnessed, plenty of awkward first dates,

with tennis shorts full of trouser wood,

and cuffed jorts containing moist laps,

And sweaty petite feet, sock-less and shod in white canvassed sneakers.

Left on during the thrill,

For fear that the biology of stinky feet would derail the biology of smearing groins.

At that age, urgency supersedes a lot of details.

Ahhhhhh, summer!

Ice cream cones and cotton candy.

Holes in one.

Mattie T-Rex’s fatal flaw:

He couldn’t reach the clubs,

As his arms were too short.

He never played a game of golf,

Or swung a bat in the batting cages.

He just stood watch.

The Guardian of Saugus.

One time we saw a pink hat on his orange crown.

It was slightly askew.

It’s good to know that Mattie T-Rex still stands for freedom.

And he still parties like it’s 1999.

Weylu’s gone.

Hilltop gone.

Mattie T-Rex,

Still dreaming of a birdie on the ninth hole.

A very special thanks to Jeff M, who knows the true meaning inspired by such a mischievous title. Also, a shout out to Eva V, for having long enough arms to push me into where I needed to be.

40/40: Summer Poem Slam-a-bam is a project in which people have joined me for 40 days and 40 nights of on-demand poetry. They have submitted the concepts, ideas, and subjects; I’ve done the work.

40/40: Summer Poem Slam-a-bam! – Day 40 – “strength, change, adversity, starting over, love, childhood, future, healing power of laughter, parent for the first time”

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“strength, change, adversity, starting over, love, childhood, future, healing power of laughter, parent for the first time”

Strength

change
adversity
starting over
love
childhood
future
healing power of laughter
parent for the first time

Change

parent for the first time
strength
healing power of laughter
adversity
future
starting over
childhood
love

Healing Power of Laughter

love
future
parent for the first time
starting over
childhood
adversity
strength
change

Love

future
starting over
adversity
strength
parent for the first time
change
healing power of laughter
childhood

Adversity

future
strength
starting over
childhood
love
change
parent for the first time
healing power of laughter

Childhood

healing power of laughter
change
love
childhood
starting over
strength
parent for the first time
future

Adversity

change
childhood
starting over
strength
healing power of laughter
future
parent for the first time
love

Future

adversity
healing power of laughter
change
parent for the first time
love
starting over
childhood
strength

A very special thanks to Paula H, for an abundance of words that change depending on your perspective.

40/40: Summer Poem Slam-a-bam is a project in which people have joined me for 40 days and 40 nights of on-demand poetry. They have submitted the concepts, ideas, and subjects; I’ve done the work.

40/40: Summer Poem Slam-a-bam! – Day 35 – “Ballad of the Pearl Street Ramblers”

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“Ballad of The Pearl Street Ramblers”

I took a trip down memory lane,

To days in my rear view.

Now, none of us remain the same,

Life changed our point of view.

Those days, we saw the road ahead.

Certain, that we would win.

A future bright with no owed debt,

A treasure trove of sin.

We all hung out and busted balls,

All bastards to a T.

The Prescott schoolyard free-for-alls,

Still haunt my memory.

We lost a friend along the way.

In years there will be more.

Lifelong friendships? Who is to say,

How long they will endure?

Street corner kids just passing time,

Or time, just passed us by.

A passing thought of youthful prime,

Ends with a trailing sigh.

Of all the times both come and gone,

I will remember those.

Pearl Street Ramblers, Ramble On!

Until, we take repose.

A very special thanks to Jeff M, for threading the needle on this idea. The past is prologue, and full of both terror and hope. Our just desserts are awaiting for us, and the band plays on, or rambles on, as it were.

40/40: Summer Poem Slam-a-bam is a project in which people have joined me for 40 days and 40 nights of on-demand poetry. They have submitted the concepts, ideas, and subjects; I’ve done the work.

40/40: Summer Poem Slam-a-bam! – Day 36 – “Collective Angst”

“Collective Angst”

Standing backwards on a forward moving bus.

Time traveling.

The slack- jawed tension of the mob hangs on every blank face.

There are no dreams to be had on this bus,

None.

Just motion sickness and disappointment.

There’s no telling when we arrive at the terminal,

But it’s certain that it will be the last stop.