Best Butter Poems
"I dream of Candy!"
Sweet cakes and peanut butter squares
A living diabetic's nightmare. -- My heart
sings to the beat, Under the Neutron Star Crunch
Sweet sugar cookies and peanut butter bars
Taunting whoopers,
Dancing dum dum's,
The sweetest silhouette show - in my room
Dreamy, Creamy Cupcakes in the afternoon
Cinnamon Cheerios cascade on my spoon
Sweeter than my sweet tooth
Now and later - a forever honeymoon
Jigglin' my jelly belly boo berry Butterfinger delight
I'm in love, licking the icy ICEE all night long
Extra freshness, once I crop a top off of a mountain dew pop
My eyes sparkle like diamond dazzle razzles in the sky
I LIVE to fabricate my very own sugar extract R.E.M. Sleep
Savoring the sound of saliva trapped in my mouth
THIS night - ovulated buds - wait to feast!
Enjoying delicious dulce music sleepy symphony
Braggin' and embracin' a pinata pillow escapade
Enchanted by a cotton candy crave - calling my name
Lalaloopsy licorice and lemonade tea
The best-wet dream I've ever seen
Marshmallows of solitude dulcify every fresh fantasy
Enticing in a bright slushy skittles daydream freeze
One fat sunny bowl of cereals and cane
Crackerjack spell --- chocolate chip swirls,
Caramel lumps constipate the brain
Sizing - peanuts and in a popcorn party payday
Wrigley's wild winter Spearmint Breath parade
Give me, give me, some Gummy bear Dessert
---------"Another Fruit Ninja hair DAY!"
Watermelon Taffy stuck on the top of my gums
Swallowing the whiteness in a whistle pop bar
I FELL LIKE A SWEET SUGAR STAR!!!
Glaze of glory erupts deep down my throat 24/7
Bubblicious, mint twist, Sunkist the best Twizzler breakfast
Yummy in my twinkie tummy, drooling over frosted flakes
One more strawberry smoothie 44 oz cup
Counting each and every Pez popping'' up
Goodnight light,
It's time to get lost under the midnight moon pie sky
SELF- Huggin'' and snugglin'' to a new sugar rush high
:-D
White as snow
sugar sprinkle and cinnamon
In the middle
a yellow moon smiles
One - just one almond
in the pot
Whoever finds it
a surprise will receive
Heart warming
Christmas ritual
12.12.2022
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Poem of the Day 14.12.2022
My broken heart melted like butter
when the heat of your love hit me.
My soal soared out of the gory gutter
where my ex pretender plunged me.
Lead me to the pinacle of your heart
where life and love beam sweet rays...
Rid me of the pains that tore me apart,
and let your desires drench my days.
I used to love for the wrong reasons;
lured by fair faces and fluffy figures...
I was taught bittersweet lessons...
till you offered me timeless treasures.
My broken heart melted like butter...
when your sun crept into my room...
You saved me from a cruel clutter
and gave me glow for my gloom.
I’m not a croissant
nor am I whole wheat bread….
butter me not
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Paula Deen the Butter Queen
By Elton Camp and María Camp
She is the butter makers’ delight
To nutritionists, she is a fright
Krispy Kreme with eggs and bacon
Great health risks are thus taken
Her bacon cheeseburger meatloaf
Is perfect if you are a gigantic oaf
For a nation that is already too fat
She sees nothing wrong with that
People who her cookbooks buy
Eat such and may too soon die
She had diabetes for three years
With no caution to change gears.
Her cookbooks flying
Right off the shelf
Likely contributing
To early death
It tastes good, she decreed!
Many folks with her agreed
So many calories, but it is so good
Eat whatever you like is what you should
After her disease she finally shared
To represent a diabetes drug she dared
Cigarettes warn, but not Paula Deen
Of butter, sugar and fat – she is queen
To “that word” she admitted use
There are allegations of other abuse
One is suing and wanting some dough
Is this former employee in the know?
An awkward apology, she did make
How many attempts does it take?
One wonders if she is sincere
Or if it is just fear for career
Whatever happens in the days ahead
Is her heyday officially dead?
Don’t be quick to rule her out
She still has pull and clout
Ev’ry night, just ‘bout nine
This story does unfold
The living room is quiet
My puppy’s nose is cold
The TV plays a drama
We’re watching, all is well
In fact, my pup is sleeping
As far as I can tell
A bit of hunger hits me
The pantry in my sight
I tiptoe ‘cross the carpets
So quiet while in flight
No matter my endeavor
I turn to see a tail
Wave above the sofa
Following my trail
Before I touch the jar
He knows just what I’ll do
I’m caught, there’s no denying
“Yes, there’s some for you”
This little game, each night we play
My finger now a stub
As we have just concluded
“The Peanut Butter Club “
For my little Monte
Who just adores peanut butter
“Natural, extra chunky, of course”
In life…
Whether you remain as plain toast,
Or into a soldier you are cut,
Whether you are covered in marmalade,
Or dipped into yolk from an egg cup,
In life there’s one main rule, should you fall…
Stay butter side up!
I reckon that everyone makes changes in their life ---
Some are major
and others not so big
Some we carefully plan
and others just happen
Some changes are as sudden
as a flash of
Lightening
While others take place
slowly with the passing of time
Some changes bring new people -----------
into our lives
While others
Take those we love
Away
Some changes we can see coming
While others we must look back
To even realize that they happened
Sometimes we make one change ------------------
And another just seems
To hop on board
All by itself
Years ago I made a choice in my life
To stop
Being a drug addict
And to become a rehabilitating
Drug addict
And so many changes ------------
Have taken place
In my life -------------
Looking back I now realize ---------
That I have gone from a person --
Who used to start each day
Wondering ?????????????????????????
Who will I get mine from today
To a Person
Who now ask?
I wonder who needs my help today?
And everything else -------------------
Is just Butter on the Popcorn
As I rummage through the cabbage patch of general affairs,
I’m made aware of certain signs of cultural decline.
I see it written in the talon marks of chem-trails overhead,
Confirming all my pet conspiracy theories.
It’s rooted in the topsoil of a flat earth conviction.
It’s every suburban legend’s low hanging fruit.
It’s the latest mass shooting as a Tik-Tok challenge
Teasing gut brain muscle memories with algorithms of outrage.
It’s all flash, but no drive, just broad-spectrum rhetoric
Inducing Karenoia and cultivating satanic panic,
All in the name of the Good Lord and Savior.
It’s the dog whistle only heard by those whose ears
Cannot think outside the Fox, where waxy yellow build-up
Is impacted, unyielding to the voice of Reason.
It’s, “OK groomer,” “Don’t say gay,” and "Let's go Brandon."
It’s the Battle Hymn of the Replacement.
It’s the influencers trending on social media.
It’s the meme that captures the lapsing of just a still moment,
Like a fly frozen in the amber of time everlasting.
It’s the universal selfie unapologetically posted on the Cloud.
You may be cool, but you’ll never be Korean cool.
And yet you try ever so hard to be.
When I slice with Occam’s butter knife
The loaf becomes a senseless pile of crumbs.
And so it goes.
PEANUT BUTTER MARRIED JAM---
If peanut-butter married, Jam
Would that make them: Marmalade;
And if you were to throw seasoning out on to the dirt;
Would it then be…the SALT OF THE EARTH;
11/7/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
As my butterfly emerges from it's cocoon.
I whisper a secret in this hot house room.
Spread your wings my little friend.
I want you to help someone mend.
Take a message across the Irish Sea.
To the Isle of Man, if you please.
Land on the shoulder of my friend Jan.
Tell her it's good she is so calm.
If the face of undeserved favouritism.
She has risen above giving criticism.
To those who desreve to be ashamed.
When my friend Jan was not to blame.
Thank you butterfly and thank you Jan.
Remember you have the love of a decent man.
We went downtown today to try to do our part
In making our way which was led by the heart
Peanut butter and jelly was what we had to give
Something for their belly in this life that they live
Some laying on a vent others against the wall
This little comfort sent doesn't cradle their fall
But a moment of kindness with a caring hand
For in all this whole mess, God will understand
They always say thank you and look you in the eyes
I don't know quite what to do but my heart often cries
As the sandwiches finish and we then soon depart
The faces never diminish in weighing upon my heart
My grandson and I today we did the right thing
And though I may cry my heart will always sing
Even the tiniest of things when done in His Name
Oh! The joy that brings! For in Him there is no shame!
"The King will reply, 'Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of
the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.'
Matthew 25:40
October sunshine
weak as a newborn kitten
in the northern sky
surrounded by gentle winds
while stirring apple butter
Written October 26, 2022
calm, captivating
chivalrous, compassionate
colorful, caring
10/5/2020
4pm PST
Flip and flutter butterfly
Like a tissue in the sky
Flying through the air so high
When it rains do you stay dry
Drip and flutter butterfly
By Robb A. Kopp
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