Best Malted Poems
Dimes drop, records begin to drop
Rhythm to stroll, jivin’ to hip hop
Slow to jitterbug, boogaloo to rock
Twistin’ Chubby and rock around the clock
The Platters sing, you hold her close
Eye to eye, love’s first dose
Beach Boys up next, time to surf
Steppin’ on toes, unmarked turf.
Malted shakes, pie a-la-mode
Checker board floors, tempo has slowed
Roadsters lined up, sweethearts in style
Stompin’ to the beat, no one’s idle
Jail house rock and shake rattle and roll
At the hop, then on to the stroll
Bo Diddley and Chuck Berry’s pickin’
Mack the knife rocks, Rock-in Robin kickin’
‘Ramblin Rose’, and ‘Good golly Miss Moly’
Dion’s ‘Run around Sue’, turn around now with Buddy Holly
Step in to ‘Shimmy shimmy Ko Ko Pop’
More dimes roll, keep rockin’ till you drop
Categories:
malted, music, nostalgia, remember,
Form:
Rhyme
Life is oh so Short
(a short story of my life)
In the beginning, when I was just a boy and the buffalo ran wild I remember when adults would say I remember back ten years and I would think, heck I’m not even ten years old yet. I would ask my mother what were some of the inventions you remembered growing up that changed the world. She told me about the telephone and a number of other inventions she experienced. Today I have lived through hundreds of inventions that changed the world far beyond what any reasonable person could have ever considered possible in my 76 years since I was born. A lot of living I have done so many things I have seen and experienced since I stood at the end of the side walk and thought about my life’s future when I was just a little boy. Now I am a great-grandpa of four beautiful great grandchildren, the grandpa of six grandchildren and the father of two beautiful, wonderful daughters.
As I look back and say to myself how in the hell has time passed away so quickly. It only feels like a year or so since I began living my life upon this earth for what it’s worth. So much time has passed away so quickly beneath my feet as I have walked the road of life through all my troubles and joys in my life. A number of friends of mine have passed away so sad for me to say and sad to even think about it I scream and shout. But we all know and realize death waits for us all, sooner or later.
I thank God each and every day for my health I know I am blessed to be so healthy, no problems what so ever as I also workout around 11 hours each week. How fortunate I was when the music of rock and roll was first heard in 1956. I was 16 years old, perfect timing. I have sung and danced to so many great and wonderful songs what a perfect time to be alive, right in the beginning of it all, it truly was happy days. A hamburger only cost 25 cents, fries were only 15 cents, and a malted milk was 25 cents a movie only cost 75 cents. I served my time in the Navy had a great time, no wars were taking place. I saw the world going around the Horn of South America I also stood at the feet of Jesus the Redeemer statue on a mountain top in Rio, Brazil.
(if you like check out the last few verses at Life is oh so Short 2)
Categories:
malted, adventure, emotions, eulogy, growing
Form:
Free verse
A malted made without the malt
You may think a mistake,
But take a sip - it still tastes great
Though now it's called a shake.
A real one, though, comes with a tin
Directly from the shaker,
A second glass-worth sitting there,
A present from the maker.
You slurp it down, so cool and sweet
And when your straw hits air,
You pour a refill from the tin,
So calmly waiting there.
There's nothing like a milkshake
When you're really in the mood -
A splurge, a treat, a pure delight
And better than most food!
Categories:
malted, drink,
Form:
Rhyme
Stop being suggestive
With that choccy digestive
Just stick it in your gob
And pass me a hob nob
Categories:
malted, funny, humorous, lust, marriage,
Form:
Light Verse
Memories of days gone by,
sitting at the old lunch counter
chowing down a patty melt
and a chocolate malted
with fries that were so fresh
and hot. Shopping there was
such a joy that found me there
on Saturday afternoon and many
times during the week also.
What a thrill walking up and down
those aisles searching oh, just searching
for things no longer with us, now they
can be found in a collectors shop,
for prices much higher than we paid
many years ago.
Woolworth's why did you leave us?
Your store was such a pleasure to
visit and to just spend some time with
friends and family. Christmas shopping
was done there each year and now you're gone.
Why, oh why did you leave us?
Written 7-10-11
Categories:
malted, childhood, nostalgia
Form:
Free verse
standing at the edge of no more time
I see the bottom of the grave
it looks, of mud and cold without no rest in place
malted ice flakes dancing in snow-ish rain
i will not move
no i can not move
fear has taken over me
how cold
how sad
i do not know how to fight
this demon, who is not a demon
but the DEVIL him self
he has a head
with eyes and ears
who do not get caught
for They Are Many
and i am only one
trust no one....
is not just a saying
but a truth to live by
for they know the price of blood
and will sell out all who get in their way
"My name is Legion, for we are many"
"Nomen mihi Legio est, quia multi sumus"(In Latin)
Categories:
malted, business, death, funeral, health,
Form:
In light of good memory of how things were, a woman stands unguarded.
Pleasantries, talents, and secretive skills.
I offered to you a drink, allowing you in.
Thinking I had chosen carefully over 37 others. This vexed me.
Read and reread the commentary side-by-side distant eyes and sad smile.
Extracting honesty from typed remarks.
When our eyes met for the first time and you had a smile that broadened
As I drew nearer through a sea of hurrying people, just knowing that it was you.
You felt like home, like mother's sweetened tea.
Later, a little scared to let you drink from my cup, to be your rebound.
You did not hold back your ale, I let you lead.
That first drink of you that sip of your lips, melted the iciness of my demeanor.
My thirst for you consumed better judgement. Intoxication of the moment quinched by your touch.
Offered to you my liquid that sheltered liqueur. Wine housed away deep within me.
Robust when allowed to air. Poured out slowly not to be bruised.
Your skin, your touch like sweet cream. Pouring into me.
To you I poured back mead. Whispering softness in dim moonlight.
Delightful nothings in each others ears.
Trusting the sincerity of a drunken mind.
Rapture in sleeping with you the first in a long time.
The next morning you left the taste of vinegar in a short, curt kiss.
So now several days pass and nothing not a hint of you anywhere.
I ask for closure you respond with the crux of the matter.
Hurtful this declarative statement of wanting to taste test more.
Almost more than I can bare. Though i did not mind being the mouth wash,
Removing the bitter taste of a day old tequila from your palate.
The aspirin for this hangover of past drunkenness.
Codependency in a relationship to this drink.
But that was not how I advertised myself.
You did not follow directions and warning labels.
More to the point, that was my lot in this sell in our path of life.
How we should meet, and offer coffers to one another.
Now I close this cask, and my cellar save what is left for another.
For I am not a lady who can stomach cheap beer and the after taste of malted hops.
Categories:
malted, angst, forgiveness, funny, drink,
Form:
I do not know?
Lord I'm trying to design lines to give sight to the blind
that Chuk D fight the power 1989
that Brand Nubian/BDP scriptures
trying to tell them slow down or loves gonna get cha
the whole games been infected with demons so wicked
I've been tasked to protected it with this verbal exorcism
because listening is torture
since everybody swear they spit hot fire
then My flow is holy water
it's lyrical baptism
putting out hell's flames by simply bobbing your brain to my rhythm
you can catch the holy ghost to this
testify and witness it
now don't you feel magnificent
it's anti ignorant
been touched by an angel my flow is divine
it could part the red sea and turn water to wine
so while your rhymes break Keys(kilos) down to nickels and dimes
I'm inclined to plant seeds that will strengthen their minds
I'm not a stranger to the struggle I know the hustle well
I dabbled in these streets I've done a little dirt my self
I've sold poisonous concoctions
drank malted toxins
but learned to beat myself to the punch like shadow boxing
preparing for war with the love of the Lord
the pen is my sword,and the full armor or God
Categories:
malted, black-african amer
Form:
Rhyme
Tips slide on smeared plastic
A decision is mulled
With a mantra of “Ah”
A muscle curls on lips
A ritual is completed
A summoning has been made
A Wizard scribes a spell
And stabs a wand into parchment
An alchemist perspires in stained robes
His spiced feet rolling damp powders
While fur-lined arms are coated
With primordial makeup
Meat is seared
A cage is knocked on wet steel
An ambiguous fish is baptised
In melted fat, flour and malted hops
The blind browning beast floats
A bubble of batter splatters
And forms a drifting island
Chunks of slaughtered perennial nightshade
Are Launched
Splashing in a puff of oil
An oversized chrome spoon scrapes
A pot of coagulating orange
Excess nuggets of crushed haricot
Are tapped back to a collective
The pot approves with a
Plop Plop Plop
A dial rotates and clicks
Metal rattles and vibrates
A creature is drained
Cuboids crackle outside of their bath
A disc is weighted by their combination
And at its curved edge 26 refugees
Hide under a starchy canopy
The Mage arrives exactly
When the platter is placed
With Talons pointing down
The Thaumaturge pinches green
Over a corpse
A rough thick dip is
Scooped and slung
Then, a plump proportion of fleshy pulp
Is dropped
To bleed on grease
The Sorcerer strides
And shoulders do not bob
The ceramic oval is landed
With no noise
“Thank you for your patience”
“Enjoy your meal”
“Ooh can I have some sauce?”
“Yeah, what would you like?”
“Barbecue sauce, lots of Barbecue sauce.”
Categories:
malted, food,
Form:
Free verse
Hate encounters love at one point shaping a men's mind midway in time that changes the flow . Hate looked , whispered clashing reminders of stinging shattering past events . The seed you diligently groom for manhood fraudulently crafted use yo love as a weapon against you . Not yours but paying another man's dues that rejected the job . She say she loves you . Still in ending view point yo wife yo rib made for you bend for you down for lost in lust for another man even lust ones lying to herself . Look love stands still till it fades away overtime lost in memories of shadows of lost time covered in walls painted by lies , but a hint of truth wake up men . Love walked away briefly vanishing in midair breeze . Hate smiled like a church hill cat . Love returned in hates rejoicing , but brought the seed that belonged to another . Without words love spoke not to mind but heart near the soul . For in loves grasp the child's smile malted hates words to void . Love finally spoke , I am the thing that made the foundation of the earth . I am love in its purest sense agape . Not fading but never ending I live in around near the soul nothing last forever . Yet not me I never die just enhance triumphantly in men's hearts . Look love said to hate dealt with by a child . Yo wasted words might light by a seed illegitimate you hope to divide from his father . My might is legit that racks men's hearts to bend to my will empowered a child to show you up . I am agape untouched by hate near impossible to overcome step back hate .
Categories:
malted, deep,
Form:
Free verse
fire engine scarlet red
is the color of the fire fighting Amaranth dead
who hide there sinful Liability
as they wave at me
from beyond my walking concrete grave
to let me know, that my time is
finely being bleed to the color of
broken swollen face Cordovan red
with a nod, the oldest
of the human fire fighting apparatuses
give me a sinful smile, while he drives The jungle Junction
to let me know all the wale (a plank around the outside of a ship)
heaven can watch me as they push me to jump
and that not, a soul will catch me, when i fall
I am theirs to control
mine, mind is not my own
and not a person can i ask for help
for they are organized
all the way up, to the political
rusted system, of no investigation
of your just Rosewood dead...
and your malted color lips wear
the evoked yellow color
and smell excreted Urine
reddish brown puppet...
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(did not fix-keep as is, 5-5-2017)
Categories:
malted, death, education, fire, funeral,
Form:
If its Hennessy that sets me free then let it be
If this ecstasy belongs to me
Then I smoke tree
Choke me in coke
Drown me in dope
I sink Black Labels til Johnnie Walks unstable
Blame it on juice
Krush Lite Castles by dozens
Russian Captains meet four cousins
Bear, Morgan, Buck and Gin
Tell Old Tales of Smirnoff Spin
Hops, saaz and malted barley
Windhoek, Amstel and Barcadi
I reap Fruits of Brutal Colour
Mango yellow, apple ciders Saritas and
Redd's of Roses' wines and Sangrias
Your Dry Whites, Blanc de Blancs and Chardonnays
Sparkling Le Roux's and Three Ships cruise to the land of
High......nice and tipsy
Hi hangover...did you miss me?
It sounds crazy
Still its amazing
How you set me free
So dear alcohol..
Hear's a tribute
To you
From me
Categories:
malted,
Form:
Verse
“You’ve been married for 35 years!”
a young couple asked an old couple on their anniversary.
“That’s amazing…That’s so great!”
“After 35 years together…how will you celebrate?”
Then this old couple, who in their 35 years together
had grown old and gray…held hands, smiled at one another
and said…“The same as yesterday!”
“I almost lost him years ago.” The old woman said.
“And we decided from that date…every day we wake up together…
is a day to celebrate.”
“It may sound corny…or boring…a little dull…perhaps cliché
but why would we wait for once a year…when we can celebrate every day?”
We learned a valuable lesson from that old couple…
How we don’t have to wait…
How every day that we’re together…is a day to celebrate.”
Now, after 35 years…we’re that old couple
who together have grown old and gray…
who, when asked how we intend to celebrate
say…“The same as yesterday.”
In case you’re wondering how we celebrated
another day together we have reached…
It was with grouper nuggets, she crab soup…
followed by a vanilla malted and chocolate milk shake
together…at the beach.
Categories:
malted, anniversary,
Form:
Rhyme
When I was growing up in Brooklyn,
Which was way back when,
We’d always get just what we needed
In the Five and Ten:
Cosmetics, stockings, pots and pans,
Greeting cards and games;
Curtains, tablecloths and vases,
Clothes and picture frames.
Sundries (who knew what they were?),
45’s and candy;
Mops and brooms and other things
A housewife would have handy.
It was fun to browse the aisles
With friends right after school,
And sometimes have a malted
Sitting on a fountain stool.
The Five and Tens have shut their doors;
New stores cannot compare.
I sometimes need an item
That I can’t find anywhere.
Of course, there is the internet
To help me in my search,
But in the Five and Dime, I’d never
Be left in the lurch.
Categories:
malted, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
Candle light flickers it’s
rhythmic dance
and strikes shadows across this
brittle parchment
The sea is rolling, chomping at the boards,
angered by our trespass
I try in vain to steady my hand,
to write with even flow
The winds have long since
given up its ghostly attack
on our tattered sails
and weathered faces
Yet lines of distress are deepened
within the folds of night
As I sit below deck,
cramped between pickled eggs
and rotting barrels of gun powder,
my mind transfers images of
fields filled with flowers
I can still see in my hand, malted ale,
the taste of which still lingers in my mouth
I would pay my weight in silver
to touch land with my bare toes
And forgive the madness that overtook me
in the search of money and power
Amongst the sea of raging greed
and soiled men, I shall try to rest
And pray my slumbering imaginings
shall restore my hope, my optimism
for the long day ahead,
for the long trip home
Categories:
malted, adventure, sea, sea, sea,
Form:
Free verse