Best Bendy Poems
Love is the essence.
Your presence is flavor.
I'll savor you "Now and Later."
Your sweetness is one,
of many candies,
not just good night pillow mint "Andes."
I'm a "sucker" for you,
like an "Everlasting Gobstopper," forever true.
Even if there's "Mounds" on the "Rocky Road,"
we'll "Crunch" it out and keep our oath.
You gave me a "Ring Pop" and I said, "I do."
You're forever my "Sweettart" and I love you.
You know I'm shy, but a great romancer.
"Red Rope" me in, like a "Jolly Rancher."
Let's make it "Good and Plenty,"
as true love's meant to be.
We'll start with "Hershey's Hugs,"
then we'll twist into "Kisses."
Doesn't that sound delicious?
I'll lick your "Necco,"
as you tickle my ears.
My "Snickers" are so hard,
I'm brought to tears.
I'll "Rollo"-ver and purr like a "KitKat"
while you tenderly rub my back.
"Mr. Goodbar," you're way above par.
You make relaxing easy,
like bendy "Laffy Taffy."
You give me "Red Hots" with your fingertips.
""M"mm "&" "M"mm," are upon my lips.
Take me to "Mars," in the "Milky Way,"
Take me anywhere, as long as you stay.
Call me "Baby Ruth," or whatever you please.
Call me your girl, or a playful tease.
You're a little nutty, my funny "Almond Joy."
When it's "Reece's," I'll play with your toy.
You're not so shabby, fancy "Sugar Daddy."
We'd make great "Sugar Babies."
Maybe with lots of practice,
we might have "Twix."
We could name them "Mike & Ike,"
or something we both like.
You're such a "Big Hunk,"
and I love "Whoppers."
Let's make this night one of many non-stoppers.
(Candy names were originally in bold instead of quotations, but it didn't transfer over
correctly.)
The other day while rummaging in a closet I was instantly overcome with joy
when I ran across our storage bins filled with our children’s once used toys.
Toys our children and grandchildren played with when they were young and new…
Toys that don’t grow up…like children and grandchildren do
A set of nesting cups for the bathtub, noise makers and little bouncing balls
plastic telephones where every child made imaginary calls.
Toys that at one time were their favorites…
toys they once adored.
Toys that served their purpose
but don’t get played with anymore.
A bunch of bendy action figures…which much to our elation
our children and grandchildren used…
to fuel their imaginations.
Those thick little baby books, a stuffed doggie, soft and brown
wooden blocks with painted letters they'd stack up…
then knock down.
As I picked up a plastic microphone and a bunch of different tiny cars
I thought how every toy inside these bins are part of who they are.
Because each of these toys was special once…
because each had their own heyday
there’s no way we could ever throw them out…
no way we'll ever give them away.
So they live in quiet comfort…
who knows…
we may live to see the day
when great great grandchildren come to visit…
who will no doubt want to play.
“Hey I remember playing with this when I was your age!”
We imagine their parents will say
and we’ll sit back and we'll smile
as we watch a new generation at play…
I imagine there are toys like these
in closets all across the USA…
quietly resting in bins of their own…
patiently awaiting that day.n…
patiently waiting for that day.
There once was a sweet thing named Cindy
Who tripped and went end over endy
She showed off her ass
To the delight of this lass
But alas, she's so straight she won't bendy.
Silly Billy had no fear, he drowned it in a case of beer.
Handy Andie so adept, kept so busy, she never slept.
Dirty Donna did what you wanna, she lived just down the street.
You didn't have to ask her twice, she was so nice and very sweet.
Hairy Larry all alone, made the women grimace and groan.
Very scary in his approach, girls would crush him like a roach.
Steady Betty, always ready with what ever it took.
Found a way to save the day, be it by hook or crook.
Stan the man does what he can no matter what it takes.
Always appalled by what has happened, then says for goodness sakes.
Gabby Abby giggles and talks with nary a concern.
I wonder if there'll ever be a time she'll ever learn.
Bob the slob wouldn't get a job, he did nothing all day.
He looked a mess, and yes I guess, there's nothing left to say.
Chatty Patty talked so much, she developed lock jaw.
You'd think that that would slow her down, but nah.
Dorky Doug had quite the mug, he looked a little askew.
When he'd greet you on the street, you didn't know what to do.
Nick the stick was very quick, always on the go.
He never walked, he always ran, the word slow, he didn't know.
Guilty Milty quite the guy. He never looked you in the eye.
If you caught him at his game, instead of shame, he'd rather die.
Ditzy Mitzy, not a clue, in her ear, you'd see clear through.
Sandy Sandy, on the beach, the young men she would beseech.
Their young minds she couldn't reach, but that's not what she tried to teach.
Loser Lenny always played, what it cost, he never weighed.
Didn't know when to walk away, should have left, but always stayed.
Pervy Peter made skin crawl, I'm guessing his was pretty small.
You felt like you'd catch a disease, even if he would just sneeze.
Surly Shirley, not too girly, and not very nice.
You can ask her once, a question, but don't ask her twice.
Bendy Wendy in the breeze, did everything down on her knees.
The young boys she'd always please, when they would leer up in the tree's.
Kent the gent, his kindness spent, decided it was time.
To let them know just what he meant, but still did it in rhyme.
Holy Holly, quite contrite, prayed sincerely every night.
Oh, good golly, how she yearned for things to be just right.
In the interest of keeping your interest, I think I'll stop it here.
Like Billy up in the first line, I think I'll have a beer. :)
Shes got hair thats black
thats red rose
thats barbie blonde
& her grassy toes
Im all chocolate brown
shes all colourful
Ill make you laugh when your down
And youll look all wanderful
I maybe anorexic
But i eat my fruit salad
Girl:Mcdonalds just calling
And my mom is just mad
She stuffed a piece of chocolate
down my throat
And i scuff it up
And this is what i wrote
Lets be tinkerbell
jealous of that stupid wendy
did she steal our man!
Boy:Come on,i was all bendy;)
Wadeva trash apologies
youve got in the bag
im not taking it
you two faced ***
So we wash them off
though their still there
I'll always have your back
My little Boo Bear XD
Is he absurd to appreciate the abnormal?
Is it admirable to accept her appreciative acrobatic antics?
He's a cool cat, she's his celestial canary caught.
A kept creature can be clearly quite costly.
Young Brandon builds her his best beastly bordello.
Every excellent engineer emits erotic emotions.
Thankfully she is gorgeous, genial and generous.
Golden feathered gown shed, she's gracious and gratuitous.
Perfectly broken she's bouncy bendy and bodacious.
He puts her in his bird like cages, pays her his hurtful wages
She somehow helplessly hopes his hands will heal her.
As her inner Iris increases an iota, he explains why he's irritable.
Cock block knock stops the clock...,
she can't console him with candle lit canary kisses.
No more kink or cum cuz un-kindly doc chimes "she's contagious!"
Out the door on an orange overly dark morning.
He hungers for eggs over easy cause his mind is storming,
worrying about going back to a life that's boring.
But soon a sexy new sparrow with opal eyes is his to order!
Written July 5th 2016 for a July contest.
For Broken Wings' I got Zero, Nothing Nada contest 2.
I thought about it for one day, wrote the next day and edited and revised on the third day.
Hot cheese pizza
four slices, mmm.
Square table at
Round Table.
Diet Pepsi
bendy straw
sports channel on wall TV
palm trees outside
must be Florida
oh wait, no:
California.
Manipulation
Doctrines, Orders, at times, Education
Aim to accomplish manipulation!!
Message permanently caged in store;
Is a hand working puppet from the core!!
You either learn to change your mind
Or learn to change your humankind!!
Civilisations that we blindly receive
Humanities will permanently bereave!!
Claptrap compels you to avidly learn:
“Boy, good Titles are a thing to earn,”
On split boots, bendy legs then stagger
Weighed down by on-the-job blabber!!
Nay, clever and lively children we bear
Till by controls at School learn to fear!!
And, many cartoons that on TV feature
Educate infantile minds to fear nature!!
For, with a villain’s loud, eerie growl
Tells minds that evils are on the prowl!!
Invariable evils, minds they manipulate
To fear Good and Villains to emulate!!!
JM
13th March 2014
When did you get to be so old?
Jowls. You have Jowls, and a hair
on your chin.
Not fat, no, but plump,
Grannie padded, cuddly.
Laughter lines Or
World weary tracks of tears?
Aches. Knees, shoulders
All the not so bendy bits.
Is worse to come?
The eyes are dry
Turning to dust already?
No one is fooled by the golden hair
Carefully applied dark lashes or
Soft coral lips.
Yield now. Be graceful in the winter.
Be wise as only the old can be.
Accept limitations without limiting yourself
Live. Contentedly accept the inevitable
And happiness will no longer elude you.
Kare Adenegan
I love the city of Coventry ‘cos it’s disability friendly,
Since it houses Great Britain’s national disabled college,
As Hereward resides there with insight, policies bendy,
Towards its students who mainstream don’t admonish.
Kare who was only 15 at Rio comes from Coventry,
She schools at Bablake and has Cerebral Palsy true,
And, being excluded from the school sports gentry,
After the London Paras decided that sports she’d do.
So she joined one of the many wheelchair academies,
Which vibrate in Coventry and soon attended meets,
Where she could compete with national dungarees,
As a T34 sprinter to cheer the crowds off their seats.
Grand Prix final in London 2015, and she pushed hard,
Revolved those rubber tyres faster than ever she could,
And, unbelievably, she beat flat Hannah Crockroft bard,
To become the first in seven years to lower that hood.
Then in Doha 2015 IPC Worlds she steamed victorious,
When she won bronze in both the 400 and in the 800m,
And then in Rio 2016 she won one silver medal glorious,
Also two bronze, stealing the sprints for the UK by gaiters.
Indeed, both Hurricane Hannah and Kare Adenegan,
Come from Coventry because Hannah’s moved there
To study media at Coventry University. Respect began,
In the war recovery effort: for the disabled they’d care.
It was ridiculous
Maniculous, fradiculous, arithmodus, calcrickulous.
A form of math I had never seen.
A counting in a way quite mean
Not algebra, not palgebra.
Something weirdly salgabra.
The newest new new math the teacher bragged
It was so slimey and sneaky,
So algebra-creaky
So non-user friendly
It had no parts bendy
I called up my doctor, I called up a priest
A lawyer, a dentist, a baker with yeast
Beats me they all said
As they scurried away
Never saw anything like it
Back in the day
Bendy old whales taste like snails doing a backflip. But swarms of over eighty nine peonies are closely followed by nine bulls, an elephant tribe, a beetle colony and a party of laughing butterflies. Whose aerial display party was angled to the left in the sky with a north easterly breeze catching the cute curtains and shifting the might of the beasts in airborne state. Like undulating flights of the uniquely formed umbrellas. With wingspans measuring over two thousand kilometers. And kilometres are neither kale nor kaleidoscopic kitchens. So watch out for the breeze block ballet which often entertains sand at high tide. But disposable barbecues can be used as a hang glider if sufficient cello tape is applied to fix the wings. And the throttle can only ever be made by a six foot horn of a walrus. Stifle no swamp who is attempting a speech. And speeches by swamps are very very important. They tell the people not to drop nail polish in bowls for the bowls can get upset and cry which then causes creaky creamy bowmen to sink apples and donut cakes with piercing shots. Such a playful pudding is playing pivotal ping pong in a very talented way. It really is quite acrobatic you see. And a maze on a plate can only ever be cleared with a salt shaker and a hooded pepper grinder whose antics in the woods please the woodpeckers who have a six hour break from peck peck peck to watch the scenes in bemused contemplations. So the little pretty whale is in a flowery dress today. Good. That will please Mr shark whose love of female forms could stem from a wild neolithic neem but not a norm. Really not. Chasing skirts round and around. Wow. Interesting isn't it? And a foregone conclusion is skin to a fox falling over a peanut while a crispy wafer laughs. Hahaha drooling drive deciphering dreams. Hahaha mist in a bath of gravy. Xxxxx tyrannosaurus training teacups. Xxxxx organizationally z z z z z z z at a left over left-handed angle of a righteous right-handed rigmarole rink. Z 46% plus 293 degrees is a delightful sunbathing pan of whipped cream. Z z z z
'Being me' #EDS #chronicillness #Chiari #pain #fatigue
No rest in day, cant sleep at night
I've even lost my appetite
No fix for me, no cure in sight
No help towards my daily fight
The pain runs deep, too tired to weep
Fall back to bed in restless heap
"Stop being down, don't show your frown"
"Get outside, don't slip that crown"
"Keep on smiling, just fight through"
I hope you'll never have a clue
"It can't be that bad, it's just the stress"
That drives me mad I must confess
Don't tell me what I know's a lie
Torn body is my alibi
Just coz you never heard of this
Don't think it's fine to be remiss
Genetic joints and bendy brain
I'd prefer it if you did refrain
From making out its in my head
You think I love a life in bed?
I pretend 'I'm fine' most every day
It's better for all of you that way
But on days like these I must confess
The act does slip, I look a mess
Some days I rest and be myself
Like scattered dust on ageing shelf
Sorry it doesn't suit your mood
Or makes me sound in constant brood
I know that if you felt this way
"So sorry love" I'd hear you say
"I had no idea, not one clue"
"At how you cope with being you".
Engraved with harsh sound, each shackle's screech molested my eardrum,
Its starry silver, sparked oblivious wham into my heart, shattered like shard,
Rigorously, premature sweat hopped down to my forested beard,
Never! They can't let me loose again, as they gathered like a scrum.
Amid the encrusted iron on my encased cage,
My bendy fingers scratches till shallow hole,
Gallows way, full of groggy drops, I envision the woody pole,
Conscience before me, not my time, my death a sin to age.
Guilty of whatever, the judgement not from the creator,
I despised freedom in all form
Next world, I will buy a spaceship to carry law sector,
For, my time is over like a heavy storm.
Pity and pity me no more,
For, my journey a moral lesson in the folklore.
Distant sounds of the whippoorwill
I'm just kidding, I don't write stuff like that
I just wanted to tell you the story
About the man with the funny hats
You remember the mad hatter?
That Alice in Wonderland guy?
Well, he don't have nothing on him
He's even got a hat that makes him fly
His name was Josiah but we'll call him Joe
A man with so many hats
He had hats for every occasion
He even made one from stray cats
He had a hat that would glow in the dark
And one that would even talk
It fit so tight on top of his head
That it squeaked everytime he'd walk
He had a hat with drinks built in
You know, with those bendy straws?
He even had a hat with a telephone
He didn't wanna miss any calls
He had a hat for those special moments
Just, in case, he found romance
He even had a hat that would shake his leg
Whenever he went out to dance
He had a hat with a built in alarm clock
Cause he never wanted to be late
He even had a hat that he called his wife
Cause sometimes he just wanted to wait
You're probably thinking, "That sounds cool"
And "Where can I get one of my own?"
I can't tell you right now, there's too many listening,
So, I'll wait till we're all alone
Anyway, that's my story about the man and his hats
And you can believe every word I said
Next time, I'll tell you about the man with no hats
That's cause he didn't even have a head