Best Cereals 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
One hundred million years on Earth
There's no accounting for our worth
Without our quite amazing powers
there would be no trees or flowers
The Earth would be a barren place
No flowers to, your borders, grace
No cereals to make your bread
and keep your teeming millions fed
We've worked our magic without fuss
but now, it seems, you're killing us
Your all consuming need for more
has brought us to extinction's door
Your pesticides have done their worst
Our decline can't be reversed
Because of them we cannot breed
but you don't take the slightest heed
When we're gone most plants will die
and YOUR extinction will be nigh
Without us to pollinate
mankind will have sealed it's fate
It's too late now, the damage done
The end of 'Apis' has begun
All life on Earth brought to its knees
and all because you killed the bees
It twinkles brightly upon a baby’s first born cry
On September 23 to October 22 reigns up in sky
Transforming into a magical pair of scale
Hailing the beauty of Venus to unveil
As its Libran muses tread a path of life thenceforth
Soaring on element air, Friday has a blissful hoot
Ravenous taste on cereals, apples and berry fruit
Oh, are they on diet just to fit their suits?
They might have been smitten by a peaceful sky blue
Wearing gems with sparkling sapphire and jade in various hues
Their floral taste of rose in pink, white, blue, red or yellow
An exquisite gift of love, three for me and three for you
Born Libras are courteous and diplomatic
Loving, sweet and most especially romantic
They are easy-going and charming
They are very sociable and they are darlings
Born Libras are peaceable and fair
Lovers and friends to everybody, they prefer
They are balanced both in mind and in heart forever
No ambivalence for love, never a teeter-totter
Aug. 26,2014 6.10.00pm
I just got most of the information here from the designs of my favourite mug and cover of my piano piece. I don’t know if it is true ;)))))
With cavemen like grunts they extract themselves from their pit
Unable to communicate on a level you can understand …
spouting three letter syllables such as ‘IDK’ and ‘meh’
Eyes red from lack of sleep, but what do they care
Too much time playing on their computers and phones
You worry they don’t interact with ‘real’ friends
Your fridge gets raided; milk is glugged and gulped
Cereals and bread disappear at an alarming rate
When you open your cupboards they are bare
The beast then stumbles into the bathroom
When they finally emerge you gag under a cloud of deodorant
Try asking them a question about what time they will be home …
They react as if you are subjecting them to interrogation
This species is not uncommon – many of us have one in our house
TEENAGERS!
Received N/A in a Contest finalised on 04/05/2016
submitted to second chance#3 sponsored by Broken wings
04~03~16
The ballerinas, dressed in pink,
Adorable, you can't help think,
All rush to where their teacher waits,
Where music wafts and resonates.
The grown-ups must remain outside
Where covered windows seem to hide
Whatever lessons might be taught.
(Attempts to peek all come to naught.)
The moms chit-chat, comparing notes,
(Which cereals get all their votes).
The grands and sitters sit alone
And read or focus on the phone.
When class is over, spirits high,
She demonstrates the butterfly
And how to point and flex her toes
While standing in a ballet pose.
Now slippers off and sneakers on;
Another lesson's come and gone.
We dress and take our dancer home,
The star, today, of Nana's poem.
We'd made a dawn start that day, following in his footsteps, as
apparently Jesus used to get up early.
Our group had gathered for a reading, and to pray, along with
fruit and cereals our first staples of the day.
The good Lord had gifted us a painted morning of Coeruleum blue,
and a warm spiced breeze flossed my smile.
I turned and watched the city for a while.
Amidst the pink and beige jigsaw of the old city, the Dome of the rock
had caught the morning rays and was now bragging about it,
shamelessly blinging,
competing with the shouts of Minarets
and Church bells ringing.
Few things can compete with an Israel morning, but you did.
Perched like an Owl on a low wall, cross-legged, your head moved
from side to side, scanning the mount, sharing our glass,
drinking the moment.
You wore white cotton, an arm hung with beads, an evil eye bracelet
and what looked like a Kara, glistening.
Styled by the Gods, with three quarters of a straw hat
wedged in the bricks.
And then I found myself before you,
Lord knows how, and I was trying to remember how my mouth worked.
Your head cocked to one side you watched me for a while
then nodded me a soft hello, and finished with a smile.
Ice broken, we gathered intelligence- you, a 'gap year Guerilla'
on a global reconnaissance , armed with just a shoulder bag and a credit card.
Me, a lapsed Catholic with an empty soul, seeking a childhood faith long discarded.
A shout from the tour guide burst our intimate bubble and I retreated,
backwards, gesturing, as if in the presence of a Shah.
She waved back, almost lost her balance, and a gust of wind would
have placed her gently among the sleeping of the Kidron
if she hadn't grabbed her hat.
And that was that.
I went back to the wall that evening, and the following morning,
I don't know why- she'd be bathed in the rose of Petra by then.
For a short time I was bereft, and stood, fittingly, before the
Basilica of the Agony, and then sat on our wall,
to watch the chosen wake up.
I think my soul woke a little, just then.
For God had left me with a little bit of love.
Unrequited, but worth hanging on to ,
worth building on.
It's been thirty five years, and in those occasional quiet places
I still think of you
For contest 'Love in a far off place', sponsored by Frank Herrera
22nd July 2015
Dam you bastards with water; I think you all are coots
While I watch the weather everyday and plead for rain filled fronts
I’m not some greedy bastard, which wants to grow more grass
I need my stock to have a drink, and save their thirsty ****
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not some greenie, with an axe to grind
In many areas our futures, are unbelievably intertwined
But for god sake, sit back and think, just how lucky that you are
Because all that water that you waste, well some comes from my jar.
I can’t but help, smile a wry grin, when the irrigation stops
As the whinging starts, about the loss in cash, as profit production drops
Your stock still have water, to pour straight down their throats
Water troughs filled to the brim, not erectile dysfunction floats
I see your places from the hill, circles of dark green crops and grass
Metal robots, pissing water, creatures born of greed; I have to sigh alas
There’s more to farming than factory farms and copious quantities of water
Deciding on paper, which animals must go, on the truck to slaughter.
So please forgive me when I wish on you, pestilence and misery
May your cereals wilt, stock get the shits, and your profits become history
I’m not some greedy bastard, of extra dry matter I have no need
If my stock just had clean water to drink, from my anxiety I’d be freed
Amidst the vast fertile lands
the little huts of the people stood,
Hoarding the millets from the field
To their feathery friends, they offered their yield
Savouring the millets and cereals
And sitting on the ceiling of corridors,
Making their nest close to the doors
Chirping throughout the day and night
They made our ancestors' days bright
Mingled like real joyful dudes
They even shared people's food
Wandering around with their family
They welcomed our guests warmly
They never felt shy , they never did cry
They never ever worried
But that's an old story
When the huts became royal flats,
When the fertile lands became empty plots
These little birds found no place to halt
they flew away, granting us, the feelings of guilt
But now, when people savvy their worth
Sweet sparrows, decide to reappear
Their comeback slams the extinction-myths
Their comeback cheers the earth
Reemerged our cute little friends
Is not it our onus to make their population ascend
Return their place to them
We will embrace peace then
" 'Tis to breakfast we now go! "
Baconnnn.... Baconnnnn.... Baconnnnn!
Breakfast is she makin'~
Toast with butter & jam!
Eggs even & with fried ham!
Baconnnnnnn!
Baconnnnnn!
Pancakes & milkshakes!
Goodness gracious & land's sakes!
Pineapples, strawberries, oranges rolling 'round loose!
Jellys, jams & even juice!
Baconnnnn!
Baconnn!
Breakfast she is makin'!
That smell into our noses flew!
Hams & eggs & apples too!
To our breakfast we are wakin'!
Baconnnn!
Baconnnnnnn!
Stomp stomp & clomp clomp!
'Round this deck we go!
'Tis for breakfast cookin'!
We are lookin!
Sure to be tasty as we all know!
Stomp stomp & clomp clomp!
'Round this deck we go!
Icy milk & bananas yellow!
Cereals to crunch!
Bacon to munch!
Now we all do bellow!
Breakfasssssst! Breakfasssst!
'Tis to breakfast we now go!
SeaWolf
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Mom, I Want Dessert for Breakfast
By Elton Camp
What would you do if your child should say,
“For breakfast, I want to eat a Twinkie today”
“Nope, I can’t give you such a breakfast as that.
It’s got too much sugar and will make you fat.”
But here’s a fact that parents may shock and abhor
Just one cup of Honey Smacks has got even more
In writing more rhymes, now time I won’t waste
Here are some facts parents might copy and paste:
The 10 cereals with the highest sugar content (by percentage weight) are:
· Kellogg's Honey Smacks (55.6%)
· Post Golden Crisp (51.9%)
· Kellogg's Froot Loops Marshmallow (48.3%)
· Quaker Oats Cap'n Crunch's OOPS! All Berries (46.9%)
· Quaker Oats Cap'n Crunch Original (44.4%)
· Quaker Oats Oh!s (44.4%)
· Kellogg's Smorz (43.3%)
· Kellogg's Apple Jacks (42.9%)
· Quaker Oats Cap'n Crunch's Crunch Berries (42.3%)
· Kellogg's Froot Loops Original (41.4%)
The following cereals meet federal nutritional guidelines and are readily available:
Kellogg's Mini-Wheats: Unfrosted Bite-Size, Rosted Big Bite, Frosted
Bite-Size, Frosted Little Bite
·· General Mills Cheerios Original and Kix Original
· Post Shredded Wheat (all varieties), Grape-Nuts Flakes, Bran Flakes, and
Honey Bunches of Oats with Vanilla Bunches
· Quaker Oats Oatmeal Squares Cinnamon
(This is far different from what I usually post, but I feel it's important enough to share from the news. This is limited to the single issue of sugar content in breakfast cereals and speaks only of readily available boxed cereals. There are many other good choices for breakfast, such a fruit and oatmeal. Sodium is also a problem with many boxed cereals. We are having Morning Star Farms non-meat sausage, egg whites, grits, whole wheat toast, cranberry juice (no sugar added) and coffee for our breakfast this morning.)
T h I n
Thin girl
What are they selling you
In those multi-flavored packets
Boxes
Of completely free fat
Cereals
The ideal
Skinny girl
Pre-fashioned femininity
Of skin and bone
Their last resort of your motherhoods
Guilt of your womb
Un-sunned
Suntan makeup
For the rest of the world
“Hello” magazine
Has no inkling of
What you lost in those
Shedding pounds
Of fat
Behind your beauty
Now only skin deep
Is all you want to be
You fell for the diet
And the lifeless tailor made dummies
Of Gay dress makers
Who dress you
How they want to be
So flat
So t h I n
So
Skeleton
Pretty
And Anorexia
Is a disease of the 21st century
Everything about your woman-inity
Turned into the wire proportions
Of a coat hanger
It’s your own fault
Your dependence on makeup
And push up
Corsets history and false eye lashes
To disguise who you are
The drug of vanity
Prescribed to
Dictated to
Addicted to
And given to you
So easily
All those slick shinny fronts of
“Girlie”
Magazines
Show you forever young
And acceptably
T h I n
Support structures
Of tint and dust
Elastic accessories
Hold up
Tuck
Cover up
All the beauty
Which defines your life
A woman
Defined in four alphabetical
Words
T h I n
Will you be on a diet
For the rest of your life
?
The milk boiled over the hob is a mess
Table covered in cereals, kids couldn’t care less
They leave dishes for others to sort out as norm
Leaving for school it’s like the eye of a storm
Kitchen is now sorted the dishwasher is on
Coffee in hand, I am relaxing, talking on phone,
Peace reigns sublime, this time is my own
penned 29/01/2017
pure imagination not true
“Children, obey your parents in the Lord: for this is right.”
Thus declared Ephesians 6:1 of the Holy Scriptures…
I confess that I’m guilty of juvenile stubbornness
With my naughty quirks I can’t deny
…Now somehow revealed by my kids.
As to table manners, there was I feasting too long…
Or I could be oblivious of Mother’s counsel for healthy breakfast
I would share with and even give all my milk to the cat
Then drowned my unfinished meal into the sink
So as not to be late for the class.
“Be honest!”* That was asserted with faith in our home.
Yet, I would often barter my sandwich with my seatmate’s candies
When Mom asked how the jam tasted, I said, “cheese, ok!”
Sometimes, I would sell our store-cereals to have “own money”
Then boast of a cash-prize when inquired of the source.
With “Cleanliness is next to godliness” policy
I was taught to practice good hygiene…
But when indolence got the better of me
Brushing teeth would be postponed
Often, cologne bathing was at work.
Remembering those quirks amuses me…
I’m grateful to God for my blessed childhood!
*2Corinthians 8:21 Providing for honest things, not only in the sight of the Lord, but also in the sight of men.
December 10, 2018
6th place, "Secret" Free Verse Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Faraz Ajmal; judged on 12/29/2018.
The last I think I saw of the rustic scene
Of the age long lore and antiques
Before the spell was cast
Was a dancing constellation in the sky
To the throbbing of drum and flute.
A full moon in golden attire watched keenly
Smiling over the quiet thatched huts
And all around the planes of furrows
Where our backbone ache from tilling
Where young cereals countless had sprouted.
Then we reclined on our bamboo beds
Having over-fed with yam porridge
Yam boiled in red oil, dry fish and hot spice
Watching the live coal glow under the tripod
And transfixed by the distant throb of life.
Suddenly a gust of wind descended
Routing from the western valley
The moon quickly puts off its smile
The throbbing ceased, the stars disappeared
And the coal dispersed sparks of its last ember.
I saw the trees bowed to their lords
The sky mumbled with iridescent light
To the distant vale of palms wriggling
Their braided heads to the dissonant rhythm
Of disco and afro night storm.
First there was only a patch of pool
The pool turned to a running stream
And the stream became a flowing river
And the river expanded into a great sea
And the sea brought forth a white monster.
And the monster foaming and roaring
Routed the huts and tossed us into the sea
In the wild turbulent waves set adrift
On a piece of raft, once our bamboo beds
In dark storm and thunderbolts drift amiss.
Then I was woken by voices of weeping
And complaints; doused and shivery,
There was no thatch or mud walls standing
But a great flood washing away
Remnants of our toils and inheritance.
Hullo, Mr. Reaper!
or should I call you Grim?
Let's be best friends, Mr. Reaper
My pals call me Tim.
Take me to Heaven, Mr. Reaper!
Where I'll eat my cereals with silver spoons.
Bring me to Hell, Mr. Reaper!
Where I'll slay demons like heroes in cartoons.
Take me away, Mr. Reaper!
So that mommy wouldn't have to beg no more ;
So that daddy wouldn't get beaten up no more ;
just to pay the greedy doctors in nasty suits.
Tell me a story, Mr. Reaper !
A story that will never end.
Fix me a good night's sleep,
and wake me in Wonderland.
Grant me a wish, Grim !
A wish of a thousand pennies worth.
When mom asks about me in her dreams,
just tell her that it didn't hurt.