Best Full Of Beans Poems
Linda the queen of Winda is in the swing of moods
She keeps the little dove on swing, on her eggs she broods
Little dove gives her a letter
God has written “you’re go-getter"
And soon you'll be better “the dove's eggs are your dudes"
The weeny dove goes to the queen with the full of beans
Eggs are brattling love is crackling and the dance begins
Dovelets jump to the queen's lap
Sweet queen Linda, you’re not in trap"
"Snow is melting; God is pelting love at your sheens"
Queen of Winda, sweetest Linda sits on a satin
In the light of candle her tresses glisten in preen
Dovelets dance around Linda
And Maramba and Bellinda
With a kinda smell of river Linda goes to teen
Contest: Fighting Depression(poems for PD)
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
03rd December,2014
AFFIRMATION
WE ARE PRAYING FOR LINDA.ALL ARE PRAYING FOR LINDA.PRAYER HAS CONCENTRATED POWER. THE PRAYER WILL MAKE LINDA OKAY.WE ALL LOVE LINDA. LINDA IS LOVE. MAY GOD GIVE HER INNER PEACE. SANTIH SANTIH SANTIH
Imagine me as a book covered with dust,
A soul whose warmth for years remained untouched
Letters on every page were ill-defined, unclear
The essence was hidden in an ambiguous fear
Uninterested I was in the societal rigmarole,
Me and my outer self were at opposite poles
Quite hesitant I was to turn to the next page
As I knew it would amount only to stormy rage
Quite concerned I was for my future pages and me,
The so-called bright world appeared shadowy
And in this dusky weather, suddenly the air felt unusual
This didn’t happen in years, the matter truly seemed crucial
I bizarrely felt the warmth of cool welcoming zephyr
My pages drifted, smiled and glinted like a pearl
My dull existence got transfigured into a life full-of-beans
Personified I was into a woman of worth, a woman of means
And now after owning this bag full of happiness,
I started reading the letters carved on me,
This time they were decipherable and defined,
They managed to unite me, my heart and my mind.
I looked around, in quest of the soul who revived me
Who passed by me and set my tangled soul free
Seeing him was out of question, quite hazy he appeared to me,
I could only fantasize him as a cozy breeze over the sea
Now, this breeze could be felt only when you are around me
You… only you and nothing beyond
You… the only one to make my passion profound
You… in your absence too you could be felt around
You … the only one in whom I am found!
POEM "JELLY BELLY" by martin gedge
A jar full of jelly and a bag full of beans
in multiples of colors in a rainbow of dreams
a taste that you savor in the juicy of a jam
bursting with the flavor in handful sugar slam
mellow yellow lemon and orange to kiss a crush
a fresh of spearmint green with a wild berry blush
grape is wealthy Welch's and the white vanilla sprung
black is licorice heaven like a shadow on your tongue
you can water up the melon or you can passion up the peach
there is apples in the orchard with a tutti-frutti beat
cotton candy carnival and a pomegranate splash
if you had too many root beers have a cappuccino crash
a touch of mango marvel and a margarita mix
for every single drink your are sure to get your fix
banana is appealing and the cantaloupe delight
kiwi has a craving and the cinnamon a bite
if you like pop into your pudding there chocolate to declare
a sherbet and a cheesecake with a marshmallow affair
cream to top your soda in the caramel covered corn
in shapes and different sizes since the jelly bean was born
so when you see the dentist and they don't quite understand
don't look so sour cherry when the Dr. pepper can
the fact is pure as sugar and It's not just bubble gum
a coconut can never stop from eating more then one..
by martin gedge ©
Dream of
cotton candy
and ticker-tape parades
when we finely win this grievant
long war.
Do it!
But how can I!
There has been no training,
no understanding of what I
must do.
One pie?
Just one little pie?
Means I will have to share!
W.F. give Gary some apples
to bake.
A dream
my lad, a dream
oops.. such a dream could kill
and I would never wake up again
never!
Next one
to post a cinq
might just be the winner
of this free-for-all traffic jam
maybe!
Eat out
again tonight?
I thought we could cook toast,
some Blue Bell ice-cream and ketchup
on toast!
Mm mm
is such a hard
word to rhyme. I can’t thank
of any word that will rhyme with
Mm mm.
Yum seeds
won’t grow in Fall.
You have to plant them soon
before the sun grows too warm in
Summer.
Gardens
still wait for heat
and sunlight to shoot out
their buds and tender young leaves
up right.
Huge grin
is on my face
as I think about you
sitting tall in the audience
with pride.
Yourself
ourselves, themselves,
we are all the same inside.
We are full of beans and filled with
hot gas.
Addict!
I have rats in
mine. Did you say attic?
My mistake, must be getting deft
or old.
When I was a young'un and full of beans
Used to skip rope and climb up trees
But since I got old
Noticed some mold
Appearing on my naughty parts as well as some fleas
Well clickety clack, here comes Jack
Full of beans, whatcha think about that
You can count on him
To make you grin
A bunch of silly humour he surely don't lack
© Jack Ellison 2016
Feel like singing a happy song
And if you'll allow me to bend your ear
I don't mean literally of course
That could be physically quite painful
At my advanced age, my mind is still clicking along
Had envisioned when I was younger
That when I reached this ripe old age
Things would start to erode and shut down
Not true... how wrong I was, I'm still full of beans
Still wake each morning with a smile on my face
Thought at one time everybody did
But I may be more unique than I imagined
Perhaps it's in our genes, it's not a choice
Though we can still make a conscious effort
I've always had a positive outlook
Sure can count my lucky stars
If I can at all help others to feel like this
Then I've really accomplished something amazing
Wrapping it all up into two simple words...
THINK POSITIVE!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Jo- deeeeeeeeeeee
Lovely! Where have you been, Miss Jo- deeee, you?
on a treadmill to the end of the earth, and you?
A place called yearning...
I was looking for my family and got lost on the way
How is the slow bean brewing? Is it coffee of a Heinz?
It is a running bean and it comes from a long stalk to the end of the earth, Truman Show artifice
Cook it, babe, cook it and rinse it in runners sweat so you can be full of beans
Im beaned out!
I happen not to be beaned out,
beans , beans , beans, beans....
I like having breakfast with you.
I sit, think; catch a quick wink as the ship sinks.
My instinct is to lip sync till the slip’s pink.
Can’t win fights when my chin swipes reach only shin height.
And when kin likes taking Schwinn bikes to my wind pipe.
It’s useless. I’m an aloof spruce, I’m fruitless.
The looseness of nooses is becoming a nuisance.
Screw this. Hope has gone the way of the dodos.
I pack my bindle full of beans and hop a train with the hobos.
Think I'm just gonna bum around today
If you don't mind that old expression
Literally, I'm gonna goof off and waste time
Feeling lazy in a state of vegetation
These days are happening a lot more often
Became a senior, then suddenly plonk
Maybe it's because of my afternoon naps
I watch the tube and then zonk
Need to get active like the good old days
A whipper snapper all full of beans
The world was my oyster, yuck I hated oysters
Wearing skin tight faded blue jeans
Love bumming around, it's good for the soul
It also puts hair on your chest
Now ladies, I really love nice smooth boobies
So ya better stay active I suggest
Phew! Got quite hot and bothered for a bit
At my age, better cool it I'd say
Gonna goof off, waste time, vegetate for a bit
Eating bonbons, ogling ladies all day!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Cocoa from this bean derived
Essential to this product
Scarce thought for the deprived
With creamy blend of milk and butter
Our tendency to indulge
A fair wage and exchange- it's juster
Alas sugar laden, it feeds the bulge
And addiction
In assorted shapes and packs
To enhance temptation
While the bean pickers live in shacks
Obesity the scourge of the West
Small amounts only is the lament
Hard work and long hours spent
Sparse time for rest
An essential gift for the yearly fest
And post elective fast
Fair trade for all we must propound
You see its full of beans
So make it last
A vociferous yowl came down to earth and slaughtered my soul
I was in deep sleep, lids were lead, and dreams were wavering spool
My problem sat on groove, heavy-hearted like slushy interference
Passage of time was very slow but that had drawn all the inference
But I had to settle my score with her sore to keep my cranium cool
A porous body, full of neutral pricks, is amenable to insidious freaks
You may call the buccaneers on bouncing waves or to Tortuga Creeks
They will say yes we should send Mister Briggs to teach you mathematical tricks.
It makes no difference and I am bowled on the crease, life is not at all sums
Its base is neither you nor any substratum pandering to keekwulee doldrums
I know you are not a frump who kicks up the stinks with three no trumps.
I may be a tramp
Play solitaire
With invisible Dodo.
I have seen the dull grayish faces caught in Arachne’s spins,
The fangs of spiders, teeth of snakes, and Las Vegas scorpion stings,
The emotional binges, the splurge of spending and old caddy’s sins.
I have seen them all, but how am I full of beans?
I am a nut playing a fool. Let the water run over her
Deigning a nutcracker’s rule.
Ridentem dicere verum quid vetat?
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
14th October,2014 20:44:00 (IST)
You see a man in ragged clothes
Digging through garbage for no one knows
A skulking youth with acne’d face
Shuffling by with little grace
You see a woman, old and frail
A blind girl struggling, reading braille
You see an old guy soft and flabby
Looking sad and somewhat shabby
You see a lady smart and trim
Stepping briskly, with upheld chin
Two teenage girls in low ride jeans
Full of laughter, full of beans
You see a lad with wooden leg
Stopping people, there to beg
An obese woman, waddling there
While people stop and point and stare
You see a young child skipping past
If only youthfulness would last
A toddler wobbling as he walks
Babbling excitedly as he talks
You see a person all alone
Another talking on a phone
A couple walking in embrace
And soft warm smiles upon their face
You see a drunk man stumble by
With red veined nose and bloodshot eye
A woman with deep furrowed brow
Stooping in dejected bow
You see anguished deeply etched
Someone waiting to be fetched
Another talking shrill and loud
Another standing tall and proud
Yet no one sees what beats within
What lies down deep beneath the skin
And no one has the right to judge
Or criticize or hold a grudge
Or laugh at someone else’s pain
Or live you life in shallow vain
As no one’s truly, fully whole
And every one has depth of soul
And what you see may not be real
But if you can touch and truly feel
And listen well to what they say
And share with them this special day
If you can hear them from the heart
And bring about a brand new start
Then this would be a better life
With much less pain and much less strife
I am a teacher
Eager beaver
Full of beans
I build bridges
And burn the candle at both ends
I am a teacher
Cap in hand
Full of the milk of human kindness
I fight tooth and nail
To make my pupils see reason
I am a teacher
As hard as nails
Face like thunder
I resent cheap shots
And the breaking of every rule in the book
I am a teacher
With a carrot and a stick
I bring my pupils to heel
I reward who reach for the moon
I clip pupils’ wings
If they go far and off the rails
I am a teacher
Not a mouse potato
And not behind the times either
I am all ears
I bare my soul to my pupils
I make them explore all avenues
And go the extra mile
I am a teacher
I have my heart set on giving
It is a long row to hoe
I will make headway
Pull out all the stops
And hang in there
That’s what I have on the brain.
December 17th, 2015
Koooooo Zhik Zhik Zhik Zhik Zhik
Caterpillar Dominick
Trailing a leash of ponytail
Of smoke in the evening
Me and Mimi and my parents
Lily and aaron
Sitting on our mammoth bag
waiting for first green flag
And it moved a little
Ha it moved like beetle
To the back haha Mimi
See this poor lime tree
Whoosh whoosh...
It moved like Gabloo
fat crazy muskander
It really moved, Mimi
Hahahahahahahahah
Koo Zhiks Zhiks Zhiks Zhiks
Hahaha Mimi leaked
Great piddler, she was nine
Full of beans
Crazy train
Running like a jackal
Through the wild wolfbane
Through the mist of rain......
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ay Journeys - Poetry Contest
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