Poem: "Uppity Ms. Priss, the critic."

Uppity Ms. Priss, the Critic
January 20, 1999
"The overly illuminated frills of
silver, lace doilies were gaudy;
slumped on a dry, brown coffee table.
An informal get-together was all it
was, all it is.
Loudly flamboyant the dress were on
the freakish guests -
Much too much white donned to serve
with only coffee, finger sandwiches,
and a mild bisque,
And the senseless, mouthy hullabaloo;
patrons with pieces of bread not chewed,
sojourned on their lips; a half hitch of
crumbs staged as wet pillows caught
in the corners of each mouth.
(Get me out of here)
Then they dared to dab and dip
the sandwiches in the scalding
brown bean and water mixed,
And I, the offended, was clearly
but willingly prohibited."
© 1999 Jarrod C. Lacy

Poem: "Living is a Push."

Living is a Push
Notice rain water near the intersection of that street usually travelled
has gone from cloudy to clear.
Notice potholes long called on are now filled and beautifully blackened
and its old condition is put to the rear.
Notice run-down homes historically stoned by neglect are now revived,
painted and formally fixed.
Notice rusted and twisted chain linked fences are renewed with fresh
pointed wood with color, all the ugliness nixed.
Higher ups and its people under
them said the same can be done
about another people though under
this prior set and all of that.
Slow moves are a habit, but it has to be done that way without full notice.
The ousted of their communities befriend those that have taken them in
and later betrayed them with a switch of fortunes, happy to leave their
former friends homeless.
They have a name for this, but why own it?

© Copyright 2018 "Living is a Push" Jarrod C. Lacy

Poems: "Tea" and "A Life Too Long."

"Mr. Benny Stackers and his Slackers," a children's poem.