Best Bongos Poems
So much for my ideas of slowing down,
Taking it easy just sitting watching TV.
I moved to a peaceful seaside town,
Since then I have found a few things occupy me.
I play bridge at least three times every week,
Read poems with a group on Thursday afternoons,
For extra fun I can find anything I seek
And I can write about it and put it to tunes.
On Tuesday mornings I see my four men
In the U3A song writing group that I run.
They compose their music on my key board and then
I write some words and another song has begun.
The women visit Fridays. We have fun,
Writing rhymes, banging bongos, blow didgeridoos,
Each week there are many things waiting to be done
Bells to shake, guitars to play, so much to choose.
Hairdressers, library, lots of jigsaws to do,
Trips to town, trips to do weekly shopping,
Mah-jong, Scrabble, flower arranging, cooking too,
Tea dances, line dancing from foot to foot hopping.
Each week at the local coffee morning
I get to hear about all that is being planned,
There’s knitting, card making, keep fit and it’s dawning
NO TIME FOR TV I’m too busy, understand!
Oh No! Oh No! What has my son done? I hope it’s, not already to late!
He lives at a fraternity house, and surely, you know THAT intense mental state.
March has St. Patrick’s Day, Spring Break, and has, of course, Easter in it, too.
So they decided to have some great fun, yes, a fun filled month to happily ensue.
They invited a Leprechaun, the Easter Bunny, and the king of bongos, a gnome.
Apparently they convinced everyone it’d be more fun, to Simply… Stay… Home.
The whole campus flooded thru that fraternity house, in the party’s that ensued.
And they convinced the Easter Bunny to do jello shots in every color and hue.
He became known as THE BUN, yes, The One who finally, truly could fly…
And the Leprechaun danced till he dropped… to a great bongo serenade, aye.
There was no SIMPLY about this! As the music rocked the frat house, next door.
And girls were seen coming and going, at all hours, even passed out on the floor.
This was the party no one missed… even the frat house with the snobs, were there.
It’s said even some of the President’s security attended, partying there, somewhere.
Before they were done, a plan was sown, as the gnome found it’s yearly, new home.
Yes, it got there, in Washington somehow, on the top of the Real ‘White House’ Dome.
But along the way THE BUN was lost… some where along the never-ending roads.
The Leprechaun called me, our Dragons and Trolls, to help, to search the highroads.
The poor little guy was so pie eyed, when we found him along that crazy way, so…
We fixed him up, we didn’t give up, until we could send him, into that Easter Frey.
I: Sheep
(A poem about Covid)
next door to 19 chimneys
and 'the dark satanic mills'
a flock of sheep is grazing
oblivious in the hills.
II: Other Animals
(They do all exist!)
goblin sharks and pangolins
sea pigs, star-nosed moles
mata matas, sugar gliders
shoats and water voles.
aye-ayes, dik-diks, wobbegongs
chicken turtles, loons
shoebills, snipes and yeti crabs
and cozumel raccoons.
pink fairy armadillos
bilbys, 52-hertz whales
the red-lipped batfish, panda ants
and emperor helmet snails.
the pleasing fungus beetles, thrips
hellbenders, great potoos
lilac breasted rollers, bongos
glass frogs, kinkajous.
boobies, fried egg jellyfish
happy wrens and teals
sarcastic fringe heads, cock-tailed tyrants
shags, electric eels.
johnny cash tarantulas
slevin's emo skinks
hanging thieves, agra cadabras
turbo shrews and minks.
the mediterranean shame-faced crabs
dugongs, gangly lancers
jesus lizards, pistol shrimps
fossas, spanish dancers.
the rare long-wattled umbrellabirds
chubs and munchkin cats
satanic leaf-tailed geckos, shads
gars, nits and fancy rats.
A whispering word is a whispering void cantering over airspace. Clear but unclear. Oh the sheer detectable ideology of the fungal worm. Chitter chatter consume. Consumption is the eruption. And like a fine wine to a palate leaves no bereft anarchical wonderful wound. It leaves only a blemish you see. Wipe away and wield and wield. Surely only in a field is one golden shard shirt obtained through an era of cataclysmic canals. And now the peace of the sound injects and vibrates the atmosphere with simple yet symbolic and symmetrically placed soul speak. And so medicine is delivered to the gatherings at many a synchronization and talking cannot halt the dosage. And idle is the bows that do not shout or shoot. And to interrupt a single layer of brain peanut style is to merely swim backstroke against a myrtle current of which is called time. Collaborative collisions then. Good. Youthful digestive tunnels but as yet no turrets. Bouncing booming boogie bongos. Waves of impassive moods.magically magic majestic morphological moods. Xxxxxx ever since a baa comes an array.........savour not a salt and salute no angel for angel is an angel and anglers waltz in a very highly driven snow. So hahahahaha lumps of pressure means a tyre washing in progress....hahahaha mean not a mingle....hahahaha elevated eon.....hahaha and hohoho honourable hideous hundred xxxxxx inconspicuous..z
Chicken wang, chicken wang
Just hangin with my homies...
Eatin some baloney
Freaky thang, freaky thang
Just hangin with my groupie
Eatin something fruited
Orangutan, orangutan
Just hangin in da jungle
Try in a make a hustle
Shake that thang, shake that thang
Just playin with tha maracas
Tryina make a dolla
Band that thang, bang that thang
Just bangin on tha bongos
Tryina do da Kongo
Swang that thang, swang that thang
Just like a shoe strang
Eatin me some noodles
Tryina train a poodle
A curtsy in my red dress,
trestles hanging down
my eye makeup is a mess,
sweat beads have accumulated
on my forehead crown
Oh but that Sound that Sound
He's lanky and thin
with a slight hint of gin
A graying beard is thick
upon his gnarly chin
Ah, the way he moves his
body like a decadent sin
When he put his arms around my waist
we twisted and turned
His soulful eyes, I could almost taste
Took all I had to keep up with his pace
With a 2/4 beat, repeat, repeat,
we worked up an incredible heat
What an amazing raspy sound
as we danced across that log floor ground
There were bongos and fervent energy
the conga added to the synergy
As our dance feverishly transpired
I intuited the great release he so desired
As he was a president uniquely inspired
For him, a macob job was required
For the dance, and the freedom of slavery
demanded the utmost of bravery
Stepping through Time
I could have chosen many
Instead, I had a Merengue with the
staunch face of the U.S. penny
How many of you can beat that, Any?
191 wds.
It is not a mind altering parade of substances that questions a rotting ship. It is not a threefold tankard buried in an Abyssinia besom of beads for only a technological advance actually shows such a word and such a word is neither an acute angle or a plastic xylophone. Booming bionic bulls bringing bacon backgrounds. An acute angle is not a cute horsefly. And an obtuse angle is too stubborn. Quite a threshold to compete against especially in strong winds but then elephants, giraffes, alligators, and snoring boars often cross river pathways. Don't they? Well really a soup and a spoon? Why not use a fork? A fork is very proud of it's prongs and who would prong an atomic carrot on a battalion of hereditary deeds? Surely if a pickled onion can sing a beautiful aria then a galloping gherkin can play bongos in a classical rendition. The plant thought it was a train but in fact it was the serene sound of a pig snoring. Ten loaves of bread, a silky cape, an atomic pistol and a shroud of golden oranges but not in a halo. Ok then. On a beach. Hahahahaha pushing pineapples over a cliff in a stormy teacup is akin to a lemon in a mud bath. Let it not be said that all potatoes are a wandering timeline. And standing as a tree on a motorway is about as hazardous as learning to play golf in a bathroom. And now the trees are waving. Good. Xxxxx incontinence Z z Z Z
Born in Ivory Coast
but never would I boast.
Raised in the Democratic Republic of Congo
playing the bongos, but couldn’t make it my logo.
On a quest from east to west,
I made Cameroon my nest.
But the traveler in me took me to Paris
only to find out it was only a transit, just like my x Harris.
Now I find myself in the United States
the land of many states.
Taking a rest for now, but the journey is far from over.
As I sit and ponder
If it’s safe to cross the border
I realize all things prior,
I am an African warrior.
My attitude is of a fighter
always chasing what matters.
For success is not an option
but rather an obligation.
I stay strong in my convictions,
For God leads me despite the trials and tribulations.
I am the seed of the mother land.
Africa, oh beautiful land!
I am your warrior, and this I shall be until the end.
and its the bing bang boing but not bong ok nor beng or bung
A chicken diner stream is a recipe of combined cream but crossing a work surface is often best using traffic lights, zebra crossings and highlighted roadway maps. It is imperative to firm a very tight organised congestion. With cups to the left and glasses to the right the secret glow of gravity gravy is smiling at the floor. Yet shudders at the arriving sponge. Nodding. Nimble are the beetle bugs. Ooh a ballroom dancing spectacle for earthworms writing in packeted slices. Wow. Earthly eradication ejecting evil evolutionary evidence. But it could be said that dressing very casually is not the same as dressing in a greasy tissue. Fabulous isn't it? Queen gong on a long skinny street picks up a steeple and canters away. A catalogued misted mispronounced misprint of a moonlit mortal. Brighter is the bay before beauty bathes. And a beating bear brings bassist and bongos. Fantastical notions of a citronella cube. Formations frown upon upside down house bricks. And hot housework in leopard attire.whirling. A bun in a jar is neither a jar a bar or a bream in a stream. Straightforward structure strengthened strategy. And a large-scale looking leaking leaning lover. Haha now bake. Hahaha and bring a small frog and a little linguistic fish. Giggle then. Hehe head hornets. Xxxx constitutionalism z that was p y Q reporting on the corner from the facts. X
Opulence is not flatulence especially in a house. And onion peel is very useful for persuading a plant to float in a prism. It is often great to watch a pea boat sail past. Rather remarkable it is. Round swirling orb. The balancing of a metre thick rug is amicable when on a trapeze. Akin to turning around on a very high roller coaster. But when travelling does one not partake in crusts of buttered lava bread. Booming bongos bringing baking beads. And so tread carefully. And lightly. When mixing physical currants,raisins and particles of icing across the skyways. Skyways are often very interesting for the patterns arriving are never exact. Good. Great isn't it? Sunrises tell of faith in a sunflower. And thrice times a weapon is twenty times a sea urchin. Basking. Knead or need? Savour that in a barm. Belligerent barbershop breaks beakers. 1 2 3 4 huckleberry fin at a disco. And a fig dancing around to the tune of a saxophone played by a fat prawn with very googly eyes, buck teeth, and a stripey hat. Hum. Xxxxx humanitarian z plagioclase p and a custard donut assortment. Z
A weasel wibble wobbling can be said to have ingested copious amounts of indemonstrable indelible ink today as it soared into doorways, hallways, cloakrooms, and buffet tables. Buffet tables are neither buffaloes or bongos. In fact they are a pleasant sight to behold. Many colours. Many tastes. And the sounds of chatting from the sandwich stack is delightful especially when the mayonnaise is chuckling away at the jokes told by the ham and cheese. Little dainty cup cakes are immature so a quality conversation cannot be held. And the large jug is rather unintelligible and uninteresting as it yawns away the hours before the consumption takes place. The operatic oversized plate of soprano pineapples and chords of cheese with onions today but the mighty weight of the plate of rice and pasta salad bangs away and interrupts the acts really so the sauces must line up and push the nuisance plate to the floor and this they did. The dog was very very pleased and lay down after eating it all for a doze. And over half a dozen eggs kept jumping up and down and throwing their mayonnaise hats off. We font want these hats. We want whipped cream they shouted. The despondent tablecloth groaned. Another booming buffering buffet. And then the cutlery began having races between the foods. Zoom zoom zoom. Wow. The might of the jar of gherkins was being prayed to by the punnet of strawberries. And the profiteroles were preforming Pilates to an amused potatoe salad. The salt and pepper were arguing over who got used the most. And the coleslaw was diving on and off the pizza slices which annoyed the pepperoni who shouted go away in a very high pitched voice. Buffet battling bemusingly being buttering breadsticks. And now the time had arrived. The hungry swans and tulip people were here. They saw the mess. Blamed the dog. Then walked out in disgust. Oh dear. The tablecloth picked itself up and all it's contents too then went out of the back door and soared off in the air. It landed on a busy beach where it fed lots of little sea urchins. Who were grateful. They gave the tablecloth an ice cream to say thanks. Then the tablecloth went into the sea and swam to the island of the nine figs. Great isn't it. Ha ha the waves want wands. Hahaha boats bouncing into the sky. Left angled fueled fuel vision of a visionary variant spelling of mid. Xxxxx contemplation z z z z in a kiosk z
Be Bop Bop, Hey!
The bongos sound hollow today
Burned out is me
Countless years of intensity
Toasted to black
Headed for a real heart attack
Never thinking this possible
To a man invincible
Stop to smell the roses they say
Nope, they're just hay
Woke up a couple weeks ago
Thought I had died
And
The world had changed
Things seemed just a little too real
Stuff in my bedroom was talking
Asking me, "You remember me?"
It was my life story playing
That happens right before you die
'twas time for a new set of dice
I went into the music room
Played a new tune on the bongos
Just letting it flow, trying to get the rhythm and feeling back
I closed my eyes and played until I was covered in sweet sweat
And coming to the conclusion
Smell the Roses
Do you think Pharts are Phunny
Do you shake hands, hug or play bongos
If a fellow employee pukes in their cubicle
Do you…puke also
…run away
…gag until useless
…get a waste basket in case they go again
…summon the Janitor/custodian
…ask what they had for lunch
…measure the splatter radius
…Quit – because that stink will always be there
When you sneeze
Do you…sneeze into your hand
…wipe it on your pants
…restrain it and cause possible brain hemorrhage
Have you ever
…eaten an oyster
…in the wading pool of an Aquarium
Essay Question
…What do you do if you find half a worm in your apple
A translucent snowfall is far better off financially than a transmitted radio signal. This is not monetary moments. This is mystifying mystical movements. Falling thick. Sticking. Good. Now kindly remove the heavy iron stockings from that shire horse. It really requires delicacy. Hay is a format squared so always underline when placing. And pacing will not please a ground nor a giant. In a statement saying that the mind is a bookshelf. It is also mentioned but glossed over that the deficit of the lower branches are swaying in a climate of climaxing chaotic chapters. It is never wise to look at a moon and think sun. Or ignore a shred of material on a kitten frame. Dilute always a juice of an acidic fruit. It is wisdom that serves soup in golden goose headed urns. Fantastic. Great. Interwoven interlinking indeed. And a sap of stunned ship shopping. Hahahaha now dip a soldier in a boiled egg dish. Hahahaa bananas booming bongos bringing bakeries'. Xxxxx fortifier fortress weeds xxxxx staturisation sip sip sip *** cosmopolite xxxx cosmological z with a p y q zzzz
But Cuba does not have blue-eyed men, they have brown.
Well he is lively and fun a drummer who knows how to get down.
Are you sure he is from Cuba? Oh, yes, and he just came to town.
I went to watch him on the bongos, wearing my favorite purple gown.
You have such a sparkle, a pizzazz, and a lovely sound!
He appreciated me. Said “Guess I’ll see you around.”
Such a gentleman in this town is rarely found.
And believe it or not, his band had a terrific sound!