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Long poem by David Meade | Details |

Magic Beans





Our first awareness
      falling through time
      through blood-rain, pure white snow, green vegetation 
      down into deep earth
      warm sunshine
      cool wind
      soaking rain

Energy flowing-up through our pod
      each day we grew bigger
      snug together with brothers and sisters
      bursting our little cozy shell
      then one day
      a father and daughter
      plucked us from the vine
      stripped – we lay bare upon a tray
      disorientated and tender but alive  
      a life force deep inside us
      our skin soft but hardening 
      then sleep . . . waiting for the one

Daddy!!  Come see the beans
They changed colors
I see brown ones with white specks
      Yellow with black dots
      Orange with blue stripes 
But wait  . . .  there are three larger beans that seem to glow and vibrate
      one is blood-red
      another . . .  brilliant white
      the last . . .  forest green
What does this mean daddy?
Is it evil?

No my sweet darling
These are special beans
Descended from an ancient garden long ago . . . 
      no longer of this world
It was a place of love and light
No death but a deep communion between mother earth and us
The three beans are:  Peace, Purity, Prosperity 

These beans will feed a starving world 
      Bring healing to the hurting
      Laughter to the downtrodden   
      Hope to the desolate 
      Love to the unloved   
      Life to the dead
These beans hold deep magic

How do they work Daddy?
      a worthy woman is chosen
      who is humble of heart
      strong in spirit
      wise in love 

Who is this lady?
      the magic beans choose
      they only appear to the one female
      you, my darling . . .  you are the one

Me?  I am only a girl
I have none of these things . . . 
      the beans see deep within a soul
      they never lie
      they have chosen you 
      together you will change the world!

Daddy, I am scared . . .
I am shaking 
I am not worthy
      breathe deeply, close your eyes 
      put the beans in your mouth

Daddy, I taste sweetness
Molasses, ginger, caramel . . . now chocolate 
I see visions upon the wind
Blood, wars, rage, yelling . . . unbearable things
      yes, darling the evil is strong here
      let the blood from the red bean flow
      let it mingle with your love
      it will defeat this evil and bring
      healing and forgiveness . . . peace

The white bean is singing with my voice – Daddy!
Sweet is her song
I see merriment, laugher, dancing . . . 
People hugging and holding hands
My tears are falling
Filling rivers with waters of light, love and purity
Joy reverberates from mountains peaks

From my open lips runs rich green sap
Deep does the earth drink
Big drafts of life and love
I see fields flowing with
Cream, honey, and wine
Trees waving to the sun
The earth is rejoicing

I see beans being planted 
In a garden
A man and a little girl
      yes, my Little One, soar now
      fill the world with your love
      fill the wind with your song
      love generously 

Such is the magic of these colored beans







David Meade
1/26/2015

Love Generously


Long poem by Sarai Romani | Details |

The Dreaming Tree



So long I thought my trust was gone
withered in a vase that sat 
unwatered neglected posterity's memory 
pressed and ordered flat

I suppose some slight yet weak desire
believed that someday still
I'd find one soul who's promise transpired 
while building false hopes unskilled

For trust is like a pillow
flipped to the cooler side
It's the hand that touches your shoulder gently
when you let down your guard to cry

It's the feeling when your turned around
lost in the land of strange
the hand that reaches leading the way
to familiar surroundings in exchange

It's the peace in knowing no matter what's wrong
you needn't look far or wonder how long
your help will come from day to day
leaning on the one who finds a way

There's a trust in a dreamer 
who's so much like you
when "soon" emerges all too slowly
two with the same dream can make it come true

This is the trust proven not wooed
so much alike you needn't explain
they knew your thoughts without having to say
for the look in your eyes gave it away

Flattery with all it's tantalizing charm
sounds sweet like honey going down 
but only as fulfilling as a country farm
in a picture with a frame going round

In this o'l world when "with you in spirit"
is the saying most commonly known...
here I stand with you hand in hand
is the proof your not alone

Trust did not come easy for me
so hard to build so easy to break
all the hidden agendas I feared
the slow to give and quick to take

But on the day we first did speak
of promises given or made
you said your arms my safest place
by what you do not what you say

For that ONE key was ever lacking
the door love enters at the start
for all enchantment love can bring
trust is what opens the FOREVER in my heart

As I think of these diamonds on my finger
sparkles halo the chocolate center stone
the thought that never leaves my heart
is the lifetime I felt so alone

A ring that tells the story
of a beauties life in the dark
surrounded now by clarity 
of the trust that owns my heart

Trust is the love I never knew
you'll live for me, I'll die for you
with tux and gown, yes and boots
in the life we've made and say "I Do"

Never again to live in wonder
if dreams will ever come true
there's no joy surpassing you see
then living a dream too long overdue

In quiet reflection of all that's been
the room you gave my heart to know
the freedom you gave then gave again
the seed you planted then watched it grow

A dreaming tree you knew in time
would bear the fruit of love
a love that took forever to find
nourished in the soil of trust







Long poem by wala na | Details |

Huff, Huff, all that Fluff, fluff, fluff, All that Fluff


You are my sun, the planets and the asteroids in between,
actually, make that the energy that embraces the sun,
the elements and trace elements that make up each planet...

(Oh, my stars!)

You are each perfect petal that unfurls ever so slowly in the morning light,
actually, make that the light that kisses each dew drop which 
awakes each petal with that sweet kiss...

(Oh, blush, my buzzing bee!)
 
You are that raindrop that refreshes my parched soul that's stranded in a desert,
actually, make that the mirage that proves to be an oasis
as my eyes widen in wonderment with the reality of You.

(Oh, shucks, my sweet breath!)

You are my golden compass whenever I get lost in the wilderness,
actually, I wouldn't mind getting lost, if it means
that I get lost in your soulful, beautiful eyes Forever

(Oh, you cheeseball, you!!)

You are the chocolate ganache frosting on that chocolate cake, 
actually, you are the powdered sugar on my honey-dipped doughnut 
that brushes my lips, the perfect complement for hot, hot coffee

(Oh, honey bun!!)

You are the--

Sweetcakes??

You are the freshly ground pepper that dusts softly on my carbonara, I'm just

Ahem!!!!

You are the freshly ground pepper that dusts softly on my carbonara,
actually it would be bland and incomplete without you and---

Hey, babe!

huh?!

I'm on dense mode right now, what are you really trying to say?
Come on, spill it, I NEVER hear it from you...


Ummm, ummm...I...I...

I mean, I--


Out with it, come on!! You can do it---"I...."

Hoo! Ok, I...

I can do this---

I...

(Note to self: This is IT!!!!!)

I--

 Yesss...?!!

I
 am 
    the empty, wanting glass and you are the refreshing drink that fills me up,
actually,--

*BOINKKKKKkkK*!! I'm walking away now!!
Geez, if you can't say IT without all the Fluffy, duffy, Fluff,
see me walking away for now...I need the Skinny, the skeleton!
Sometimes one just needs to Hear it, you know?!
Oh, and I love you,in case you didn't know...but see me walk!

Hey, honey bunny, smoochie sweetie pie?

...still walking away~~~~

I...

 huff, huff, huff~~

I am walking towards you...

 Huff, puff, puff and hufff~! (note to self: Walk on, walk on...)

I said I'm walking towards you...

*bump*!

and

I...
   Love
         You.







hahahaha I sort of got carried away with all the fluff o_O ^_~


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for Carol's Fluff contest :)


Long poem by Andrea Dietrich | Details | . You can read it on PoetrySoup.com' st_url='http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/andys_candy_store_368050' st_title='Andy's Candy Store'>

Andy's Candy Store

I am Andy; I love candy. I sell candy too. Come and see the many candies that I have for you. You can buy some chocolate in boxes or in bars. Snickers is the very best. Here is one from Mars! You can buy a Baby Ruth or a Milky Way. Try a Pay Day. Here’s a Kit Kat and some Toffifay. Don’t forget Three Musketeers, GooGoo Clusters, and Rocky Road, Butterfingers, and 100 Grand. You might like some Hershey kisses or a Nestles Crunch. Buy some chocolate for your breakfast. Buy some for your lunch. Try Mallow Cups and Almond Joy, and if you’ve got the blues, buy Toblerone or Milk Duds or famous Charleston Chews. Everyone loves M & M’s and Reece’s Pieces too. I am sure I’ve got the perfect chocolate here for you! Here is one that has a malted middle. It’s called Whopper. Jawbreakers are hard to bite. Have you tried Gobstopper? Get some Dots or Junior Mints, Rolos or Big Cherry. Get Goobers for your brother and Nerds for guys named Barry. Get Airheads for your sister and Bull’s Eye for your dame. If you know a Mary Jane, one candy’s got HER name. Many candies come in different flavors. You might like Skittles, Laffy Taffy, famous Mike & Ike, Jelly Bellies, Sour Patch Kids, Sweethearts, and Starburst. Drink them down with juice-filled Nik-L-Nips to quench your thirst! Here are Smarties for your parties, and if you desire, you can buy some Red Hots and feel your mouth on fire! Bottle Caps taste just like pop; root beer ones are yummy. And of course, I’ve got some Bears and squiggly Worms, both Gummy. Some Bit o’ Honey for your money? Everybody licks Sugar Daddys, Tootsie Pops and powdered Pixie Stix. I love Zotz with tangy burst and Pez’s cartoon head. Pop each Pez while on your couch or when you’re tucked in bed! I’ve got Jolly Ranchers, even Candy cigarettes, Razzles, Spree, Circus Peanuts, Chiko- Sticks and let’s not forget exploding Pop Rocks and my Swedish Fish! Try out Necco Wafers and my favorite: LICORICE. You can have it Good n’ Plenty or as a Red Vine. Eat Black Whips or Twizzlers. Any Flavor is divine. I am Andy. I love candy. Who could want for more? Any candy that you want, you’ll find it in my store! (I got carried away and decided to do a tribute to all the many candies I have adored or heard about through my lifetime! Don't know if the poem ended up being much like Dr. Seuss, but I sure enjoyed the inspiration. Wouldn't it be fantastic if we could have a huge store that sold all the candies of our world!?) For Gwen's Dr. Seuss Contest


Long poem by Abraham Shaw | Details |

What Burden

I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free
 Because the burden of slavery is no longer on me
 I've seen the thunder and the rain
 But like a plant outside, only growth I've gained

Stopped by the police, he just wanted to see
 What a black man was doing in a Grand Marquis
 Was reaching for my insurance, he said it was a gun
 Just a book about black man's struggle he had overcome

But see, he thought I was scared and wanted to hide
 But I sat in my driver's seat with all of my pride
 He couldn't get me mentally, so he drove away
 Yeah I' black, and my car came from a mom who would pray

See these statistics say black males just fight, kill and fail
 Do a poll on me, guarantee you'll change ideals of a black male
 See you think my emotions are bursting at the seams
 But I'm not an idealist, I'm a realist with dreams

My intelligence is leaving you scared, putting you in fear
 Yeah I said it, didn't Tyson your ear so I know you could hear
 The past is the past, back then they'd have to fight
 But I don't have to cause I was born with rights

America loves to call black dads deadbeats
 But can't acknowledge the ones finding their kids food to eat
 My black mama did it on her own and never had to steal
 And made sure me and my sister always had a meal

The first male in my family to go to college for a degree
 Yeah look passed the nappy hair and beard before analyzing me
 Been passing racial slurs generation to generation, it's time for an interference
 Cause I'm not a colored man, I'm a man with a different appearance

Yeah Dr. King fought for me and other blacks
 But he's gone now, so I don't need his actions on my back
 Don't read me wrong, I'm thankful for what he did
 But integration is wide open and segregation has a closed lid

These old racists need to go and plead the fifth
 So that future kids can see racism as just a myth
 Let this grudge end and just live your life
 Cause you're only stabbing the Constitution with a knife

Thank you for the slurs, lynchings and KKK
 Cause now you're all too tired to block the future so get out of our way
 My father in heaven made me, so I was meant to black
 He instilled wisdom in me, while you're intelligence slacks

So please tell me what burden do I have to bear
 Success is my future and now you're in a scare
 My light beams bright as the sun, you're unlit
 Struggles are done, I'm hear to stay so deal with it

http://soundcloud.com/abraham-t-shaw/what-burden


Long poem by wala na | Details |

Computer Chair Woes: A Collaboration with Chris :D Aechtner

How do people do it?
For that matter, how do I pull it off?
Sitting in front of the computer for so many hours,
body compressed into a computer chair.
Feel a whole decade older than I actually am-
aching bones,
stiff joints,
sore muscles.
Eyes all dried out
as I get up from the chair
with a cramped neck,
my back temporarily doubled over
until my muscles warm up and loosen a little.

Tired, I slink back into my err-NO-Go-meek (ergonomic?!) chair
I check my butt...wiggle a bit...
Damn. Still spacious?? I want to feel SNUG!
So I sink my teeth into 4 inches of
Chunky Hunky Mega Chocolate Cocoa Cuckoo Overload Bar
Mmmm, this will go straight to my ass...

...there, it finally happened....officially lodged into the computer chair-
knew better than to eat so much chocolate while sitting for hours.
Too embarrassed to call an emergency crew,
I will have to wheel around the house, stuck in this chair,
until enough calories have burned away,
enabling me to dislodge these chocolaty buttocks
and taste some upright, biped freedom again.

Figured I could start losing those calories
by going on a mouse clicking frenzy
Flexing my pointer finger, I start clicking away
Click....click...click...'til a tic in my eye develops
Yup, don't care what I'm clicking on,
as long as that staccato beat resonates in my ears...
fingertips sweating, I go into a trance-

fall asleep at the keyboard,
image of the screen imprinted on my retinas,
dreaming about clicking the mouse.
Fast clicks, slow clicks, double and triple-clicks!
Many hours afterwards, 
the sound is still trapped in my brain,
slowly driving me completely insane-
*click*  *click, click*  *clickety-click*

How do people do it?
For that matter, how do I pull it off?
Sitting in front of the computer for hours on end...
My good ol' mouse answered that for me
It rolled over my arm,
massaged me on my back and shoulders,
taking out the knots in the process
and headed straight to my butt, just wedged itself in, snuggled there
*click!* *click* *Clickety-clickkk!*
my butt cheeks were now doing the clicking
This is beyond me, never knew I could do that!
Pain shoots up my thighs--going higher
Uggh. Butt cramps!
Shaking my head, I reach for the mouse,
instead, my fingers touch something soft, sticky...brown
Ah, yes!
My butt is glued to my chair with             chocolate.


             *click!*




07302011

-- well I sure enjoyed writing this one with Chris ;) 


Long poem by Megan Edmonds | Details | . You can read it on PoetrySoup.com' st_url='http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/do_you_know_my_abcs_22416' st_title='Do you know my abc's?'>

Do you know my abc's?

And it was there. Looking me in the eye, “I shall born you.” I was overcome with 
sadness.

Before I was born I died. I was one with everything. I was more alive then, then I 
am now.

Children seem so simple. Children seem so free. Why is life so hard. Maybe the 
simple one is me.

Deep cuts in my heart. A boy that I love with all of me. I might’ve been invisible 
because he always walked by.

Enough of this! I hate it all. I gathered myself and left my heart behind.

Falling down the tubes. Drifting though life. No friends, no family. I. Can’t. Breath.

Gaining momentum. Losing myself.

Hot under my skin. It’s getting tighter. Wanting to rip through it.

I, am, not, real.

Just between us. Just between us two. I used to be everything.

Killing gives life. I want to give my life to you.

Love exists only as water. My heart is dry.

Maybe I’m your dream. Maybe you are mine. Maybe neither of us carry weight. 
Maybe both of us have died.

No, you never gave me a drop.

O I cry. I cry for you. I cry I cry I cry I cry for you.

Plenty of times I wonder how long my sentence is.

Quiere un vaso de dulce sangre. Dibuja un corazon dentro de mi cuerpo. Con 
esto corazon agujero, bebe mi vida. 

Run away from what you’ve heard. Leave and write your own truths. They say He. 
He does not exist. It tells me so.

Say what’s on my mind? Ultimate indulgences; eating meat and having sex. A 
man is meat. Chocolate is sex. A Chocolate man is the only heaven that will ever 
exist. Next to Him.

Telling you about my life is wasting the time I have to live it. If you’re meant for me 
you’ll just know.

Un knowledged people need to stop giving the gift of life and start giving the gift 
of life.

Very little patience do I have for those with no words. I’ll look for the person who 
stole them from you.

Will you be the one that I can hold  for now? Do you have a sweet heart, do you 
have soft soul?. Will you be the the love  that my ego drinks?

Xoxo hugs and kisses. Hugs and kisses. Let me touch your skin, help me miss 
your soul.

You’re looking inside me. Like it used to.

Zero words writing in my head. Where do my thoughts go? They go on this page. 
This page of my life.


Long poem by Jessica Arteaga | Details |

Park Wood Bench

O how I wonder what the night will bring...
Will it bring me some one to feel a fling?
A fling that is brisk and quick that will make me fall in love again?
Will the night be peaceful enough not to scare my timid heart with it's darkness.

I sit here on this park wood bench and hopefully I'd get a quench
to get up and leave, before onlookers see
that I am alone and I do not need their pitying eyes rubbing on my back.
But a whisper of wind has turn my head before I could get up.

O by what meaning of the howling sun is this!?
You lower your glow so I could miss 
a face that shimmers when you splash her your warming waves,
Hair that yells it last call of hues of Burgundy brown before it shadows into the night.

My midway stance makes me look fumbled and I decide no more!
I shall leave before I'm made a fool of this wanted chocolate kiss...
candied covered skin; the ones that I always delighted for...
No more! No more! No more hypnotism from this addicting looking woman.

"Would you like to sit?"
O I've been struck!
By the sound of chocolate milk pouring into my head.
Delicious milk it is, shall I take another sip?

But Here I've stay to watch the sun sleep
and then the yellow became the white
for the moon was shinning bright, and stars began to say:
Don't you want her to stay?

O but how could I have ask of this?
If you would see a fool in bliss
he could not ask for more after this wish
how I ponder all of this as I watch her hair play with her face...

And as I watch, she displays
a really something type of face
a face with kindness and wild thought
a really wanting type of face
a face that lingers in my thoughts
a really flaunting type of face
a face I need to keep unlocked
She places her hand on my chin;
"Would you like some Hot cocoa from the cafe?"

..my mind has fainted
my eyes went blank
and there she waited
till I came back

And as watch, she displays
a really something type of face
and then the yellow became the white
O how I wonder what the night will bring...


Long poem by Carol Eastman | Details | . You can read it on PoetrySoup.com' st_url='http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/lillys_teddy_bear_picnic_447282' st_title='Lilly's Teddy Bear Picnic'>

Lilly's Teddy Bear Picnic

Lilly wanted a teddy bear, so her Mom FunkunDilly gave her one.
Lilly kept telling me how she loved it, and was having so much fun.
Though strangely, she was keeping it, at Grandpa Troll’s bridge.
I couldn’t seem to, understand this at all, not even a small smidge.

She didn’t bring it home at night; she didn’t even drag it around.
She only visited it under the bridge, when Grandpa Troll was around.
Finally I ask her why she didn’t bring it home, to tuck it in at night.
She said it was a fragile thing, that couldn’t leave it mama’s sight.

This itself, should have told me it was better, to leave well enough alone.
But I was not the brightest thing, to reason out, what was being done.
So I invited Lilly, and her teddy bear, and all the Trolls, to come on a picnic lunch.
FunkunDilly ask for honey, lots of sushi, cookies, and baby bottles by the bunch.

Grandpa Troll laughed and said he’d come along, to see how this was done.
Sure enough the teddy bear was there… and his mama had ALSO come along.
Gurgling noises came from my mouth, and my hands had a life of their own.
It wasn’t long before I found myself on the ground, as I fainted with a groan.

When I awoke Mama bear was saying  ‘how high strung these human creatures are!’
She won’t hurt my little one? Is she crazy, do you think? OH, is that a chocolate bar?
I tried to regain my composure… as I passed the honey to put on the chocolate bar…
So yes, we had a teddy bear picnic as Lilly’s Teddy and his mom became the stars.

We all discussed the weather, daytime soaps, and how honey works with crumbs, 
Plus how to stop, our precious little ones, from constantly sucking on their thumbs.
Grandpa Troll was laughing about Lilly’s Teddy Bear Picnics for years to come. 
And he thought I had handled it very well… even though at first I had succumbed.

In the end, leave it to a Baby Troll... to have a real Teddy Bear to love and hold...


Long poem by Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Details |

Johnny Depp Wrapped in Chocolate Would Be Heaven Sent

~~Johnny Depp Wrapped in ChocolateThat Would Be Heaven Sent~~ Bonjour môn amies a ballade to write, will be my fait accompli The trials of a woman to bring love - in a village that did not play. An alluring female chocolatier opens a choclaterie-e Hated by the Mayor she wished her plans she never did lay Ooh la la !! Her dress was racy - but still they began to pay Johnny Depp was her gypsy lover when on the river they went But she had to win the love of others to fulfil plans, come what may Johnny Depp wrapped in chocolate - that would be heaven sent. A village so French - a so called femme fatal-e She determined to change there outlook and stay Viva la difference, but one by one she turned them to see Her chocolate treats did melt in mouth - in secret they did say C’est manifique - they whispered with authority Her sweets bites bought together those she thought were meant Even though some tried to block her treats others made a silent plea Johnny Depp wrapped in chocolate – that would be heaven sent. To church the lady never went an illegitimate child the Mayor did see But slowly the French ladies turned to love this alluring woman and say Her chocolate they thought magical- her raison d’etre it must be Her tête-à-têtes were to open hearts, and bring peace and love to stay Reconciliations made in her chocolate shop - their thoughts began to sway But no chocolates were they to eat, and the reason - it was lent… But those that did dare to try - found on their tongues it did dance and play But Johnny Depp wrapped in chocolate - that would be heaven sent. Prince Depp my piece-de-resistance, is there for all to see My joie de vivre if I had been there, even though it may be lent I would have paid money just to see… Johnny Depp wrapped in chocolate - that would be heaven sent. ©
For the Un Deux Trois contest....well at least I tried ha ha


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