Mom's on the warpath,
"Get inside and take a bath"
(She says she wants us clean).
"Then put on your PJs and go to bed."
I turned that logic on its head.
(I'll tell you what I mean.)
Why should we wash up when
we'll just get dirty once again?
(That's using the 'ol bean!)
Two challenges that our world faces today - natural stupidity,
And artificial intelligence ~ Rowan Sebastian Atkinson*.
*Rowan Sebastian Atkinson is Mr. Bean.
Mixed with cream of mushroom soup
Part-cooked chopped string beans
French-fried onions, by all means
Spread some out on top
Bake till hot and crisp
Great veggie
Dish!
Captive of Love: Ode to the Cocoa Bean
Within your humble shell, a treasure lies,
A sea of flavors, rich and deeply sweet.
An exotic dream beneath the skies,
A love affair no other can defeat.
You capture hearts, eternal in your snare,
A bite, and Eden’s garden comes alive.
Surrender to the bliss beyond compare,
A tangy heaven where our dreams survive.
As simple as life, as smooth as soft silk,
I soothe the ache your fleeting lovers leave.
Dark, white, or fruity, nutty, purest milk,
A joy for passion’s night or Christmas Eve.
Am I enslaved, or simply ever fond?
Is this true bondage—or an endless bond?
Saadia Syed
worst case ever saw
Trump liked dictator and shah
some did call a draw
Trump was really mean
had been crazy in the bean
create quite a scene
feet not on the ground
Trump idiot we had found
in each word would sound
terrible things he had done
for President not the one
Trump was on the run
A giraffe’s tongue is the longest thing I’ve seen.
Longer than a sky scraper? Asks my cousin, Bean.
I grimace and pop my eyes, but refuse to reply.
He is always negative, I do not know why.
Bean tries to rile me up no matter what I say.
I do not worry about it, and walk away.
This irritates him, for he wants to get my goat.
He is so weird, will he one day go for my throat?
Treating me like I’m lucky to know you
when you are so lowly I’d rather be lonely
here is a treat that I’m happy to show you
you’re in my life and then do not know me
deluding yourself in the view of your ego
believing your better when you’re not my equal
not saying I’m good but you are just evil
thinking you’re better than all other people
the world is a forest and you are a gibbon
you see very little when senses sense within
oblivious to all whilst selfishly driven
you think you’ve got talent you must be kidding
a child walking where adults are found
unaware of what is found all around
believing yourself through words you sound
challenging people that will knock you down
the ignorant bliss that you use as a shield
you’re French at Agincourt found dead in a field
what you have’s visible and clearly revealed
you’re mentally ill with belief you are skilled
offering nothing but a personal dream
of something you’re not and have never been
of someone you think you are nobody’s seen
thinking you’re alpha when you’re Mr. Bean!
The blame for fame, old Beans in the frame.'
E don't V indicate the electric motors
Hydrogen I reckon is where His vote is'
Combustion power creating forces, a better..
Far; better than those electric; car type horses.'
Downloading in my coffee machine
Is sacred sanity peppered peace
Relaxing all the violet vanity
With a powerful cocoa bean
I like the taste and the smell
It really is my aphrodisiac
I will celebrate will not yell
If you offer it even just black
Beam me up a cup of love
Of coffee never get enough
“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste”
isolated leaves—
Coffea shrubs reach their stems
toward sole-hung sun
java shops murmur
—misty exhales from hushed mugs
loneliness is loud
Bean's journey from upturned earth
as vast as stem to sol in want
of contentment's overflown cup.
Facing our umbered reflections,
we drink, we drown, we want to trust.
As given
receiving only
who don't see
what i gave
Who has no traces of my love
Who don't need my love
Who has gone away with sad heart
One day
unintentionally
what we met
with my love
showed a new look
like bean sprouts
Also
i wanna be
a kind of person.
My name is Yù míng
Jade brightness is what it means
I’m a Praying Mantis and we look like string beans
I jump about the grass to chew up flowers, leaves
and stems of plants between the trees
It’s only these I eat, on insects I will pass
I never tire of living in the grass
Twigs and leaves I’ll rest up on in my new Eden
Of all the paths I came up on I choose your lovely garden
An evening serenade, a blusterous chirping song
My wings are light and striking as I glide along
Today I move on, but still the same regime
I'll creep between the grass blades gently and so feminine
I do the Praying Mantis pose it comes naturally
It’s a yoga stance, and they named it after me!
and it’s like you wouldn’t know
on top of your head
you think about it
you shall be thinking
about the bean
we don’t know
but wish we knew
it was all about the bean
Poor kid on my block by the name of Harley
Every day he ate bean soup with barley
He'd poop 'til he bled
The kid was half-dead
No wonder his back end was all gnarly
If not for the
bean of Cocoa
Lean I would be
~ ~ but cuckoo
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