The Great Depression was hard for my Grandpa.
His family couldn’t afford food. Supper with them
was like fighting a battle.
There was no electricity.
Candles lit
raw boned cheeks-
and seven faces,
snarled their salivated mouths.
The ice box, half full with meat and vegetables,
stayed cool. Like a gun, the ammo was only used,
when starved or sick,
and eating became a system.
His mother made one chicken:
His father had first pick,
The working brothers next, then Edwin;
Leaving his sisters, and mother to eat the sloppy scraps.
The Great Depression was hard
for my Grandpa. His family
couldn’t afford food.
Supper with them
was like fighting a battle.
Copyright Lauren Velie 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Orville Redenbocker
The only thing giving me pleasure late night is Orville Redenbocker.
Not the man, but his popcorn.
Every night watching T.V. alone,
I crave buttery salty lovin-
crunching in between my teeth.
Hoping nothing gets stuck in the crevices,
I cuddle with my man,
allowing my chest to catch a few pieces.
I gaze into the half empty bowl,
and get lost in those tempting brown kernels.
So what if this nightly ritual is like sex,
this is no one night stand,
this is a serious relationship.
Copyright Lauren Velie 2007
Not the man, but his popcorn.
Every night watching T.V. alone,
I crave buttery salty lovin-
crunching in between my teeth.
Hoping nothing gets stuck in the crevices,
I cuddle with my man,
allowing my chest to catch a few pieces.
I gaze into the half empty bowl,
and get lost in those tempting brown kernels.
So what if this nightly ritual is like sex,
this is no one night stand,
this is a serious relationship.
Copyright Lauren Velie 2007
Boyfriend Application
First name, middle, and last.
Date of Birth.
Current location of residence.
Write legibly.
I'm looking for a man.
Do you fit the following requirements?
If you make it all the way through,
I may consider hiring you.
Five feet, seven inches to six feet, four inches tall.
Blond, brown, black hair, not gray.
Green, blue, brown, hazel, true eyes.
Straight teeth that love to smile.
Average build, a few extra pounds, some muscle.
Hard chest, for me to sleep on.
A large stomach, to eat and drink.
A mind and body to satisfy me.
Educated with a college degree,
a good job that allows free time.
Family oriented, very important.
No kids yet, but wants them eventually.
Sense of humor, make me laugh.
Sensitive, capable of expressing feelings.
Caring, concern of how I feel.
Supportive, of my dreams and goals.
Cheaters, need not apply.
Commitment, to be with me and only me.
Argue, don't always agree, put up a playful fight.
Take me on adventures,
drink beer and play poker,
spoon with me even if we aren't making love,
watch lifetime with me and like it.
Tell me you miss me,
don't lie to me,
tell me you "love me" and mean it,
don't quit when times get tough.
Applicant Signature here/ date.
Date of Birth.
Current location of residence.
Write legibly.
I'm looking for a man.
Do you fit the following requirements?
If you make it all the way through,
I may consider hiring you.
Five feet, seven inches to six feet, four inches tall.
Blond, brown, black hair, not gray.
Green, blue, brown, hazel, true eyes.
Straight teeth that love to smile.
Average build, a few extra pounds, some muscle.
Hard chest, for me to sleep on.
A large stomach, to eat and drink.
A mind and body to satisfy me.
Educated with a college degree,
a good job that allows free time.
Family oriented, very important.
No kids yet, but wants them eventually.
Sense of humor, make me laugh.
Sensitive, capable of expressing feelings.
Caring, concern of how I feel.
Supportive, of my dreams and goals.
Cheaters, need not apply.
Commitment, to be with me and only me.
Argue, don't always agree, put up a playful fight.
Take me on adventures,
drink beer and play poker,
spoon with me even if we aren't making love,
watch lifetime with me and like it.
Tell me you miss me,
don't lie to me,
tell me you "love me" and mean it,
don't quit when times get tough.
Applicant Signature here/ date.
Once in a Blue Moon
The weeping willow tree sways,
shadowing over their motionless bodies.
He lies next to her, book in hand,
and her Spagetti-o head of curls in the other.
The sun on medium heat,
graces her golden forehead.
Wind dances past his face,
tickling his stubborn eyebrow.
Mother earth falls onto her chest,
he runs the feather like leaf up her neck, long and lovely-
Little peach fuzz hairs awake and stand up.
"Why is it called a weeping willow? when it doesn't weep?" She always asked.
The tree innocently beautiful,
even with it's rough brown torso.
The breaking silence-
leaves brush against each other,
like his lips on hers,
allowing her to weep
once in a blue moon.
shadowing over their motionless bodies.
He lies next to her, book in hand,
and her Spagetti-o head of curls in the other.
The sun on medium heat,
graces her golden forehead.
Wind dances past his face,
tickling his stubborn eyebrow.
Mother earth falls onto her chest,
he runs the feather like leaf up her neck, long and lovely-
Little peach fuzz hairs awake and stand up.
"Why is it called a weeping willow? when it doesn't weep?" She always asked.
The tree innocently beautiful,
even with it's rough brown torso.
The breaking silence-
leaves brush against each other,
like his lips on hers,
allowing her to weep
once in a blue moon.
Addiction
Dime, nickel, and quarter size papered faces,
of animals, smiley’s, and smelly's,
entered my five year old life.
I held a book full of glossy naked pages,
in desperate need of cluster and companionship.
I kept each type of sticker,designated to certain pages.
Innocent puppies, kittens, and bunnies,
had my heart on page one.
There wasn’t anything special about them,
but I admired their little faces encrusted with whiskers.
I grew familiar with my friends,
and escalated to a new level of stickerism.
No other children understood my language,
nor could they have a more exciting collection.
Sesame street, Ninja turtles, Barney and friends…oh my.
Don’t get me wrong, I had fun with human friends,
as we played intense hop scotch,
twirling our flirty pig tails at boys.
But my sticker book buddies were intelligent.
I hid behind a brick wall during recess,
and got high off of banana and strawberry smiles.
If there were AA for kiddies, I’d be at the podium, saying:
“Hi, my name is Lauren. I’m a scratch and sniff abuser.”
I was addicted. But god, that stuff was good.
One day at the lunch table,
snotty nose Stacey pulled a book out of her bag pack.
I covered my face with a hand and froze;
squeezed my penny sized eyes shut,
until black and white stars appeared.
I allowed space in between my fingers to peek at her
.That booger eating brat had a sticker book!
Her friends twiddle dee and twiddle dumb went gaga.
I sat Indian style in my extravagant play room that afternoon
and gazed at my sticky friends, and put them away.
Then I discovered a new love,
Sidewalk chalk.
Copyright 2007 Lauren Velie
of animals, smiley’s, and smelly's,
entered my five year old life.
I held a book full of glossy naked pages,
in desperate need of cluster and companionship.
I kept each type of sticker,designated to certain pages.
Innocent puppies, kittens, and bunnies,
had my heart on page one.
There wasn’t anything special about them,
but I admired their little faces encrusted with whiskers.
I grew familiar with my friends,
and escalated to a new level of stickerism.
No other children understood my language,
nor could they have a more exciting collection.
Sesame street, Ninja turtles, Barney and friends…oh my.
Don’t get me wrong, I had fun with human friends,
as we played intense hop scotch,
twirling our flirty pig tails at boys.
But my sticker book buddies were intelligent.
I hid behind a brick wall during recess,
and got high off of banana and strawberry smiles.
If there were AA for kiddies, I’d be at the podium, saying:
“Hi, my name is Lauren. I’m a scratch and sniff abuser.”
I was addicted. But god, that stuff was good.
One day at the lunch table,
snotty nose Stacey pulled a book out of her bag pack.
I covered my face with a hand and froze;
squeezed my penny sized eyes shut,
until black and white stars appeared.
I allowed space in between my fingers to peek at her
.That booger eating brat had a sticker book!
Her friends twiddle dee and twiddle dumb went gaga.
I sat Indian style in my extravagant play room that afternoon
and gazed at my sticky friends, and put them away.
Then I discovered a new love,
Sidewalk chalk.
Copyright 2007 Lauren Velie
Just a little mind boggle.
So I have many things going through my mind. Right now I'm watching Cheaters on T.V., it might be the best thing that has hit the tube, definitley makes Kay Jewelry commercials look bad. I couldn't imagine getting a hold of private investigators and having them follow my boyfriend or husband and find out he's cheating. Then, when you catch the scum sucking jerk in the act with the unclassy cheatee, and there are cameras they have to confess. This world of men and women is messed up. I was talking to my grandma the other day, deep convo style...and I asked her how my Grandpa and her lasted for 54 years. Her response was...telling my grandpa that if he met a woman and had temptations, to tell her..and not cheat on her. That way, they could save the drama and just get a divorce. Well, that sure kept him straight. I agree with her, and that is my motto. Sure no one wants to get cheated on, but wouldn't that save a world of hurt. If a boyfriend isn't satisfied with me, and has temptation for another woman, i'd just say, hey buddy...let me know, and I'm outta there... That's all there is to it. Because once a cheater, always a cheater. And I wont stand for that. period.
I am happy with myself, and happy being alone. But sure, it wouldn't hurt to be with someone who can share the same dreams and interests that I have. In February, it would have been a year... that I was with my ex. Since him the time has flown by, and I really haven't thought about him. that's a good thing. I haven't been looking, haven't really dated. Because I know someone better and more amazing will come along. Someone that sees the world the way I do. Someone who I can talk to about anything, and laugh at all the stupid people and dumb things that we are surrounded with. Someone who has gone through the same shit I have, and really knows that we are better than what we have come across. Someone who wont settle for just anyone, or anything. Someone who has drive, ambition, and goals set for themselves, that may go way beyond what most people wouldn't even attempt to grasp. I know there is someone out there who is thinking about me, and maybe we haven't met. But only time will tell. Maybe that person will show up somewhere where I have been, and we will meet there one day. and when I see them, I will be like, "where have you been all my life?" I guess you need to go through bumpy roads and pop a tire or two, and put on the spare. Maybe buy new tires and a new engine, that will last for longer than the old pieces that broke down leaving you stranded for a while. A car will get dirty, and car washes are temporary. don't know if that metaphor made sense. but I want a new ride!
I am happy with myself, and happy being alone. But sure, it wouldn't hurt to be with someone who can share the same dreams and interests that I have. In February, it would have been a year... that I was with my ex. Since him the time has flown by, and I really haven't thought about him. that's a good thing. I haven't been looking, haven't really dated. Because I know someone better and more amazing will come along. Someone that sees the world the way I do. Someone who I can talk to about anything, and laugh at all the stupid people and dumb things that we are surrounded with. Someone who has gone through the same shit I have, and really knows that we are better than what we have come across. Someone who wont settle for just anyone, or anything. Someone who has drive, ambition, and goals set for themselves, that may go way beyond what most people wouldn't even attempt to grasp. I know there is someone out there who is thinking about me, and maybe we haven't met. But only time will tell. Maybe that person will show up somewhere where I have been, and we will meet there one day. and when I see them, I will be like, "where have you been all my life?" I guess you need to go through bumpy roads and pop a tire or two, and put on the spare. Maybe buy new tires and a new engine, that will last for longer than the old pieces that broke down leaving you stranded for a while. A car will get dirty, and car washes are temporary. don't know if that metaphor made sense. but I want a new ride!
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