Best Easy As Pie Poems
Around the corner and half a block away, the flavor would grab me, tie me up to some irresistible force, then drag my nose to the source of its home. The aroma that wafted in the air and up my whiffer was sweet and warm - rich with orchards of deliciousness and cascading with the buttery peachy-ness of what was to come. It knocked all other thoughts out of my realm and led me down a path of complete submission - surrendering like the energy of cold water on a hot skillet. With each step bringing me closer, my musing would swirl with the anticipation of that first ultra-luscious, gratifying juicy bite - the one that ever so longingly and lovingly would delightfully roll around on every palate of my watering mouth and lingering tongue only to succumb to gulping down the first chunk.
From the flour and water and salt
Her timeworn hands kneaded magic
A mystical mixture of love and fruit to concoct-
A pinch of this and that, nothing formally systematic.
This masterpiece was an untold legend that "rocked"
The socks off anyone and even rival the "Titanic"!
Her ritual was simple and deep rooted
As uncomplicated as a baby's grin.
"Easy as Pie" she mooted
And laughed while she hummed all the while.
Layering the rich sheets of goodness in a pan
From pie dough to peaches to butter and sugar
There was nothing in this world so simple or better than
My Aunt Grace's Peach Cobbler!
A New Football Season
Fall football season has finally come upon us,
It’s time for wives across the nation to raise a fuss.
This usually happens once each year,
From the beginning of the season, ‘til the last cheer.
No one knows what makes them hate this game,
Maybe it’s the gender that we should blame.
An easy chair, a coke and turn on the set,
An exciting football game is as good as it can get.
All the wives are on a shopping spree,
When they come home there will be an afternoon tea.
We want to patronize them any way we can,
This way they have fallen into our game plan.
We try very hard to keep them satisfied,
But they’re out to spoil our game, they won’t be denied.
No more game today, I sit out in the yard with my T.V.,
I look over and see my clothes are right beside me.
She tossed me out just as easy as pie,
I never knew that she could be so spry.
Now the season is over, it’s come to an end,
She allowed me to come home so I could begin to mend.
©2010 Lynn B. Glover
My lala mal flats is skinking like that
Shimmy, Jimmy, gimme some of that hat
We're fleshing and flexing, cheek to cheek
meshing, on do-own
Shimmy, little Jimmy will ya break a my heart?
My pushaloopa swish swash skirt
gonna twirl you, swirl you, send you out a this world
Shimmy, Jimmy, don't you walk out on me,
Lay me low, down, lay me easy as pie
Shimmy, little Jimmy, got you by the tip of my nail
Oooh, baby, snickle down by my side,
shake it up, shake it down, and well shimmy
Ah, Jimmy, we skip and twirl like a pair
Your so sply, full eye, so debonair
I flutter and flatter and take to the air.
Shimmy little Jimmy, we can dance out of here
go on for ever, sasashaying praying and snicking
faster than we care. Oooh, play it blue, play it cool
Gonna wind up around you, get you all hot,
Oooh, play it baby, shimmy and skinny and dance out of here.
Are cucumbers cool
As a general rule?
How fresh is a daisy?
Are loons always crazy?
How snug is a bug
When he’s not in a rug?
How gentle are lambs
If not happy as clams?
How clever’s a fox
That’s as dumb as an ox?
How fit is a fiddle
Not clean as a whistle?
Are doornails most dead,
Or are dodos instead?
Is it drier than toast
To say “deaf as a post”?
Such puzzles befuddle and much mystify
Till suddenly you see they’re as easy as pie!
Everyone feels the pressure of stress,
Your environment is the ultimate test.
Whether it’s on a job or in life,
Not everything is as easy as pie.
People are often blind to complexity,
Steady crying about your personal issues,
Countless factors hidden in mentality.
Oblivious to the tissues next to you.
Focusing on little details is not a crime,
Stress can be like a ticking time bomb.
Taking things, a single step at a time,
Assists me in staying steady and calm.
Relax and take a deep breath,
Creating stress only leads to death.
However, if I breathe slow and chill,
I will overcome life’s stress windmill.
Dear Soupers, some of you have read my piece on FGM….Female Genital Mutilation for Richard Lamoureux’s Contest: Girl Rising. One of you has suggested signing a petition so that this grievous practice will be stopped. I’m happy to inform you that something IS being done by my church organization in the enditnow campaign. The Women’s Ministries Department of the SDA church along with ADRA (Adventist Development and Relief Agency), a non-profit organization, have banded together to get petitions signed to bring about awareness about this awful practice so that steps can be taken to outlaw it in many African countries. You CAN sign and be a part of it. The letter you will be signing is going to the Secretary General of the United Nations, Ban Ki-Moon. Yes...all the way to the TOP! I JUST NOW signed and it is as easy as pie! Please...take a stand.
Here is the link: Please check it out if you want to speak out for those whose voices are not heard.
http://www.enditnow.org/news-kenya-female-genital-mutilation
Love and prayers,
Eileen M Ghali
The funny side of life is for everyone
Open your mind, greet each day with a pun
It's easy as pie
Just give it a try
Might wind up on television making tons
Pulling the Wool Over Mamma's Eyes
Mamma's eyes were as big as the moon
and a nose like a hound
When her children sins were black as night
The hound lost its scent and she became blind as bat
They could pull the wool over her eyes as easy as pie
12/30/2015
Poetry Contest: WOOL
Sponsored by: C. T.
EASY CHEESY AND EASY AS PIE are not really so easy
Peach, pumpkin, plum perfection-Pie
Always Alliteration and Anchovies
Wouldn't work in a good Pie
Banana, coconut, and blueberry cream Pie
Works well, while whiting and wax won't work well in Pie
Poetry and alphabet soup should work well---
In theory, then time to text talk turns
Telephone talking tedious
SAFE TEXTING while driving turns out to
be an oxymoron, Along With Safe Text Sexing
While intoxicated and driving....
***The guilty do not need to testify, unless you have a really funny story associated with the texting?!!
For the Alliteration contest with Oxymorons -- Let me know if this fits the pattern.
PALADIN
Expert but understated taciturn lone hero
Sherlock Holmes fiddling with a violin solo
Then James Bond then Richard Boone
Then Terminator and Bruce Lee (died too soon)
But today’s hero is the computer guy
Who can fix your machine easy as pie.
Unspeaking, he arrives in casual jeans, with pliers
Small screwdrivers and a pocketful of wires.
Wants no chit chat, just fiddles with motherboard
And such for a half hour without a word.
Then he disappears in a white van -
Say. . . who was that silent man?
Your problem he can unravel :
Have mouse will travel.
Expectations of the newly wed
Are higher than the sky,
To live in passion until they're dead
With life as easy as pie.
Expectations change with the years.
A more subdued view is found.
Through the ups and downs, smiles and tears
We expect our love to stick around.
Expectations years after the vow
Revolve around loyalty and trust.
Love is rarely mentioned now
But companionship is a must.
We expect our mate to be true
And to be there by our side.
To comfort us when we're blue
And till the end of days abide.
Those expectations of our youth
We've forgotten along the way.
We've settled for a different truth,
That the romance doesn't always stay.
for Paula Swanson's "Meeting Expectations " contest
Things that used to be easy as pie
Are now a struggle, my shoes to tie
Am I nearing the end
Flowers you should send
But still got limericks to write before my goodbye
I wander alone and feel shame,
The empty Broadway calls,
In the dirty neon streets
Desolation descends, befalls.
I ponder alone and her name
Rabbit punches in my head,
That she writhes in cuckold sheets
With someone else instead.
Nothing is ever the same,
Drink and think the worst,
A temporal pulse it beats
In rhythm and tempo cursed.
I wander lost and grow lame
In spaces yawning wide,
Memory loops and repeats
Tormenting deep inside.
Still, I can manage to claim
I mastered her abyss,
Plucked victories out of defeats
And know now what she is.
In winning he lost the game,
For I took her easy as pie,
He belongs to the queen of cheats
Until he may wise-up and die.
Until then I will remain
Waiting for justice to own
The turning tide she meets
When she reaps everything she has sown.
Fear I have going to the quack, knowing my life is in their hands
The moment I was told to register for a simple snip
In and out in a flash, easy as pie
To waking up and realizing something is defective
Hearing antibiotics, damaged my blood line
Only tasting blood, taking it in
Like a vampire
Trying to stay alive, blood bag after bag
For no one felt my tarnish
No one saw my soul, leave this world
Has I sat in my grave and fought threw my spirits
Whispering to my soul
Feeling robbed of life
Putting trust in their hands
Rottenness reports took my voice
I put my life in their hands
Until heaven raindrops, touched my body
Bringing me air to breathe, near death
Taking my life out their grave
Life near death, is no more
No more
Life near death is not my nest
It's my time to rest
People love to lie for it is as easy as pie
But some people cannot tolerate lies
They swat at them like flies
Lies are easy but as it is it makes some people queasy
Once a liar, always a liar it is so dire
Lying will not earn you respect it will get you neglect
Lies are crap they make a trap
Keep lying and see what it gets you I swear it will not be pretty
It is very shitty to be witty so keep getting pity
Lies are very crappy so don’t disappoint your pappy
Bottom line is NEVER LIE!
it will cause your mommy to cry