Best Dairies Poems
When Father Ted farted in church
The Bishop (who looked just like lurch)
Said ‘say six hail Mary’s
then keep off the dairies’
I know cos I’ve done my research!
Just before you stand in the pulpit
Do digest a small charcoal biscuit
Then clench your butt cheeks
So no foul wind leaks
Be mindful in church where you sit!
If there’s flatulence neath your attire
Just ensure you’re stood next to the choir
As it really annoys
All the little choir boys
To giggle is all they desire!
08/30/21
People living, feeling, caring bring comfort,
City people or country folk both enjoy strawberries,
Hick town people have plenty of space,
Suburban people new to earth’s cities draw dairies.
My people can contact your people who are beautiful people,
International people serve dessert people in sweet way,
People who need people, loving people, Christian people beautiful sway,
Peoplehood one united voice and service nationality pay in sun’s ray.
Queen’s people smile in Victorian delight,
Youth builders of nation – college people enthusiasm flow,
Music people brighten royalty people and the populace,
Humans voice people power, citizens of prosperity aglow.
Comfortable down-to-earth wholesome people smile,
Heaven’s rays touching caring people with serene comfort and peace,
Farm people grow wheat to bake spice cakes for sharing,
Mountain people and desert people shine using life’s lease.
Professional people helping working people with thoughtful consideration,
Traveling people hop on the people mover enjoying the ride,
Rodeo time in town welcomes western people on horses,
Family, relatives, ancestors bring tide of love far and wide.
If you want to grow up big and strong,
Listen here, you won't go wrong.
If you want to grow, grow, grow,
Choose all the colors from the rainbow.
We never get enough of green--
Here's the kinds of foods I mean:
Grapes, avocados, lettuce, cabbage, green beans, spinach,
lentils, kiwis, honeydew melons,peas, bell peppers...
If you want to grow, grow, grow,
Choose yellow from the rainbow.
bananas, lemons, golden apples, summer squash, butter, yellow peppers, ...
If you want to grow, grow, grow,
Choose orange from the rainbow.
Cheeses, carrots, mangoes, cantaloups, apricots, peaches, pumpkins, oranges...
If you want to grow, grow, grow,
Choose red from the rainbow.
Strawberries, cherries, tomatoes, meats, raspberries,
grapes, watermelons, apples, plums,
red peppers, radishes, beets, ...
If you want to grow, grow, grow,
Choose purple and blue from the rainbow.
Grapes, cabbage, plums, eggplant, blueberries, ...
If you want to grow, grow, grow,
Choose brown from the rainbow.
Meat, potatoes, pears, coconuts, nuts, whole-grain breads ...
If you want to grow, grow, grow,
Choose white from the rainbow.
Eggs, cheese, parsnips, fish, onions, milk, yogurt,
(chorus)
The greater the variety,
The healthier you'll always be.
Meat, eggs and dairies
grains, fruits, and veggies.
To wash them down there's nothing better
Than big glasses of water.
Ant art they are smarts
Bob slob has a big knob
cat rat
can an
dairies
collect
milk at
dinner
cat in the hat looks like
big bumps on the jumps
ping pang pooh do jump pretty ponys ping pong doodle
zing bitty doddlers as fast as you can zing minkey milk
wing cars gin do
zing bars box so
bing howdy food zing to
campfire is loud box to
ting boat can bo
ring goat bee at
bing sign see me
lings cows jumps higher are hoo
sings dogs grow up fast see he
For Michael Jacksoon=)
May He R.I.P
Do you remember?
when we fell inlove
and i found myself on the end of your steps
When i was at your 7th floor just yesterday
Did i say yesterday?
Meant last year
Seemed like i just saw how u smile
When i said yes
And when i forgave you
The first ever time you hurt me
I saw that guilt
And i knew you were hurting
Do you remember how it felt?
Now put me in your shoes...
Its like you left me near the rain
Were we loved in the waves
And now the sun cant go down
My lamps already gone out
Fish me a pair of my glasses
Let me go through these dairies
In my heart
All for my Past and still present love
I often wonder
as I wander through wonder
receptive to the signs
projected from minds mines
exploding in invincible
imagination invisible
like cloak and dagger
I search for the truth
whether it be within me
portrayed without my boundaries
leaping bounds
offering sounds
collected in the skies daisy dairies
harvested in the sea
fermented in vermouth
causing the tides to stagger
I lay naked in the clouds
relaxing in the dilly dallying sun
basking in the knowledge of the universe
soaking in the wisdom
of the watery breeze
fluently speaking
telepathiconversations
uttering raindrop runes
reading the realms
for telling of forecasts
faceted in fascination
I ask a simple question
where do I begin to find
where I began
sifting through the soil of my soul
scraping the soil off my soles
at the threshold of the Sun
I jump in feet first
and become purified in the pools
of swirling
spiraling
solace
chapter 1 in salvation
rewriting my past lives contribution
stepping into eternities elevation
becoming submersed in loves great basin
the reality of what everyone considers an illusion
illuminated on the paths of another dimension
reincarnated in my own waves of retribution
smiling as I'm cut by the shards of every solution
leaving it up to me to draw up the conclusion
and speak it to the masses in mass confusion
I am NOT just a speaker
I am NOT just a teacher
I am NOT just a leader
I am a seeker
lighting the way
for those who wish to catch up
The vast earth carries
Jungles, deserts, and prairies
Forests, farms, dairies, and
Islands that tend to vary,
Seasons fall upon
Winds the earth spawns
Crimson, emerald, and brown
Pictures are drawn beyond,
The azure drizzles
Aglow, the sun glimmers
Breezes stealthily waft
Followed by
Blowing or waltzing drafts,
The vast earth carries
Sunflowers, roses, and daisies,
Shimmering, lavish gems
Held by varying stems,
Bounty where beauty stands
Stretching afar as it expands upon
The vast earth and its wealthy sands
Carrying jungles, deserts, prairies, and
I-land tending to vary…
The man, the woman, the ship, and the sea.
Don’t you wish we were having camoille tea?
The bachelor, the maid, the valentines day girl,
Don’t you wish we could swish in countrified swirl?
The paint, the brush, the palette and the knife,
Don’t you wish that you were colorful like fife?
The Forests, mountains,oceans, meadows,and prairies,
Don’t you wish we had some milk in our dairies?
The toddler, the three, the five and or six,
Don’ t you wish that we could shuffle board mix?
The Bear, the Belly, and the BumbleBee.
Don’t you wish, you were commando, like me?
The paper, the pencil, the syllables, and such.
Don’t you wish you always had the magic touch?
When acting angry, behavior challenged, enraged, threatening, buly-fied, and mad.
Don’t you wish our parents and teachers would just realize we’re acting out our sad?
Writing is my passion,
Reading is my companion,
Imagining is my fashoin
and poetry is my voice.
When you're in your own little bubble,
your own little world,
full of action and fighting,
full of romance and sadness,
along with a touch of happiness.
Dairies full of wonderful thoughts,
books full of wonderful words,
fairy tales full of magic!
And poems full of thought.
Blossoming like a flower,
like an explosion full of colours,
are words full of power
and poems full of wonder.
They are such a big part of our lives.
So when you wake up in the morning,
And the sun has just started rising,
you know that ahead of you,
lies a day full of beautiful words,
Oh, such beautiful words.
What if the world we harbored in didn't exist?
Can there be any such thing as an evil pacifist?
Or religious terrorist?
The good intention behind Schindler's list?
Are we really free?
Does the blind one really see?
Ruled by the one-eyed king?
The lullabies of Death will forever sing
To those distracted by all the "bling"
The Halls of Mirrors never cease to ring
Infected minds, poisoned by the sting
Caused by the pain of the snake bite
Of the Unholy Rite
Humans are rendered docile & trite
Think about that before you bite
The burger that clogs your arteries
With the grim origins of slaughter houses
That resemble psychopathic armories
& then trace it back farther, to the dairies
The dreams of the masses will never truly manifest
Unless, we stand united against the unruly ways of Corporatocracy
Many years ago, I documented certain life events.
Some were personals about family, college, and relationships.
And others were current events. Back then, we called those
personal items dairies, but my inputs were not extensive,
and did not last very long. In fact, my dairy days did not
last more than two years. It was vital, but there was never
anything secret about it.
Today, what I was doing 50 years ago, is better known as a JOURNAL.
My writings record events and experiences from late '68 until late '70
and were written in a small green booklet with a lock and key. My journal,
among other things, records sad emotions in reference to the poverty in
which my mother and younger siblings were living after our father's passing. Some passages were about my brief romances and struggle with balancing work and college.
I treasure highly that brief collection of facts and experiences that I encountered. My JOURNAL, that little green book, has followed me for more than fifty years and 20 relocations, from MidAmerica to the Pacific coast and back to where my life began more than 73 years ago. My history, my story, is about a short period of my life's challenges. All of which is documented in
a little treasured green JOURNAL.
030823PSCtest, Writing Challege, ...'J' Words. Constance La France. 1P
Word chosen: Journal.
ON DAY 1 of Noel my sweetie gave to me a Bluejay in a Fir Tree!
ON DAY 2 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 2 Mourning Doves
And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 3 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 3 Prairie Hens
2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 4 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 4 Red Rock Crabs
3 Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 5 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red
Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 6 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 6 Brent Geese
5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves
And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 7 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 7 Tundra Swans
6 Brent Geese 5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens
2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 8 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 8 Dairies Milking
7 Tundra Swans 6 Brent Geese 5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red Rock Crabs
3 Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 9 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 9 Bull Elk Dancing
8 Dairies Milking 7 Tundra Swans 6 Brent Geese 5 NEW CRAB RINGS!
4 Red Rock Crabs 3Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 10 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 10 Lambs a Leaping
9 Bull Elk Dancing 8 Dairies Milking 7 Tundra Swans 6 Brent Geese
5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens
2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 11 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 11 Pipets Peeping 10 Leaping
Lambs 9 Bull Elk Dancing 8 Dairies Milking 7 Tundra Swans
6 Brent Geese 5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens
2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 12 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 12 Canadian Lynx linking
11 Pipets Peeping 10 Leaping Lambs 9 Bull Elk Dancing 8 Dairies Milking
7 Tundra Swans 6 Brent Geese 5 NEW CRAB RINGS!
4 Red Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves
And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree!
It is the day of Transmogrification! The Hummingbirds were cheering.
I had no idea what it meant, but their enthusiasm was endearing.
I begged them to stay and tell me what was going on. Two hovered.
I saw that my pink roses had somehow got themselves uncovered.
The next time I looked up the hummingbirds had disappeared.
There were two green and blue faeries and the littlest one cheered.
We are mighty now, she assured the other faerie. Two more appeared.
One of them was sporting a yellow beak-like beard.
The faeries moved in the way of the hummingbirds now.
I gave them a smile, courtesy, some leeway, and a bow.
You are the same colors as my hummingbirds I told them.
The faerie king came to speak with me, said his name is Jim.
We are hummingbirds part of the year, faeries the other.
We were enchanted as children by a cardinal’s spiritual mother.
If you think I am chatty, you should meet my blabbermouth brother.
He then flew off some direction or another.
I wonder why they are faeries, I observed, in my mind.
We get more done when others cannot see us – especially your kind.
You see, hummingbirds are believed, so everyone can see them.
But we, as faeries, are almost never seen, said my faerie king, Jim
From that day forward I could communicate with hummers and faeries.
I also could read the minds of milk cows down in Old Sam’s dairies.
Since the faerie king has given me the gift of speaking to animals now,
I will tell you that you are being admired by Pee, Old Sam’s prize sow.
Hello Josie. Thank you for meeting me at the sunflower field of cheer.
Have a slice of pumpkin pie. Your hot sweet apple cider is right here.
We’ll collaborate on a poem about bunnies, cats and hairy tooth faeries.
Visit the cow barn where giggly gingham girls take care of these dairies.
Giggling about a Prince Charming who might come into the barn.
You and I will roll our eyes, but allow them their youthful fictional yarn.
If we decide to collaborate on poetry, we might get goofy and funny.
Together our book would force Lulu to give us plenty of money.
I imagine that farting women would be a topic of interest to us.
Neither of us fancy, prim, girly, proper or attached to great fuss.
We might have so much fun we would talk steadily into the night.
If you agree to fly to Kansas, you might well miss your return flight.
FROMAGE BADINAGE
Some cheeses improve with age
But, in danger of being verbose
Just serve me plain and mature
Yellow, without that thick rind
And tastier on the tongue, I find
Not fancy, with that false allure
As some blue veins are varicose
But wait, there is a war to wage
Never the plastic American kind
But calling it sharp, it’s still bland
Some made backwards, as Edam
There’s French ones, some smelly
I’ve seen them advertised on telly
As cheese, Philadelphia is a sham
And yet so few dairies understand
Please keep it natural, not refined
A few odd cheeses can squeeze by
As Greek Feta or Cyprus Halloumi
From Italy, there is Mozzarella too
For pasta, it is Parmesan, of course
With a true origin one can endorse
All should be entitled to their view
I report what I taste, so just sue me
And crumbly cheese makes me sigh