Best Pinata 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
Time for a poet is
a Pinata of Words
It is dawn, I am up
to crack one open
flip the tab
juiced, ready to swing
and twirl!
Please strike
the piñata
i have made for you
out of the stripes of paper
and the glue,
In the midnight hour
i have labored long
on this plump pig
of collaged letters.
with corrugated metaphors
Sightless Find the weakest point.
let that guide
your hand
the transparent rose
cellophane
wrapped candy
shall flow
in libation of sound
pour down
like a quirky rainstorm
bouncing
like silver
coins
on the sidewalk
of your mind.
When parents don’t have a choice and vanish
We, the hunted children of the urban jungle,
Inhale distorted dreams on an empty stomach
Falling asleep with stars and nightmarish rats
There is oxygen enough for the entire planet
Surprise us, please, with lullabies not bullets
We are afraid to grow up - as Fairies do not touch -
Only men with cold fingers in their perverted lust
“Let the children come to me...” - Hope Mountain echoes-
Above the World’s Stadium let kids’ pinata splatter
With candy for the rich and candy for the poor
We all belong together residing in our Hope…
Copyright 2011
Iolanda Scripca
Written for an International Documentary film...Check it out at: www.caprioleproductions.org
The little filthy secret of the economically rich Brazil is the assasination of the
poor "children of the streets" in its capital. They are considered a nuissance to the
rich and their lives...these poor kids are called "Street Urchins" and are victims of
drugs, prostitution and violence.
Day sank in horizon of pink
Orange, the hue that ought be shed
For the old thirst I sing, enliven sorrow at the dark brink
Each passage of emphasis ended beyond my black head
Needless to be confined by the curve of my sooty pinata
Orange, the hue that ought be shed
I, no longer restrict the revelations in strata
Stigma delves the latched passion which roared in fraction
Needless to be confined by the curve of my sooty pinata
New world offers the meadow of satisfaction
Once more, I crawl into the vivid sense
Stigma delves the latched passion which roars in fraction
Once tedium took the throne of innocence
Misled in attitude, escaped to the forest of razzle-dazzle
Once more, I crawl into the vivid sense
Asleep in a hush of knotty puzzle
Misled in attitude, escaped to the forest of razzle-dazzle
Day sank in horizon of pink
For the old thirst I sing, enliven sorrow at the dark brink
Love is you loving me and me loving you
The rest is piñata fluff
Though love seems an illusion
it lives in the soul of expectation
I fight for the love we had yesterday
to experience your pure love again
and as we know today some people can’t be loved
in this promiscuous era of selfish indulgences
the personal pronoun prevails
But you and I have a loving history
I always felt we were too quick to part
but we have seen the light
haven't we?
When the young fall in love
they have no understanding of the struggles ahead
unselfish efforts we willingly make to strengthen the bonds of love
may later default on the promise that forever love though sincerely said
can close all paths to the truth of an honest love
But you and I are lucky to have found each other again
you feel that too don't you?
we remember the love we had and shared don't we?
enough shenanigans, let’s go home, our home
And love each other again fervently
like we did the first time we met and began this true love
in those golden tomorrows we promised each other
in those happier days and nights of yesterday
More brilliantly created than any paper mache' pinata
Colors bolder than a rainbow's sweeping arches of light
It's a delicate symphony performing a beautiful sonata
A magnificent sculpture is sweet eye candy in my sight
Colors bolder than a rainbow's sweeping arches of light
Blown glass balloons of a clown, twisted into curlyques
A magnificent sculpture is sweet eye candy in my sight
Intricately delectible is this fragile piece in glorious hues
Blown glass balloons of a clown, twisted into curlyques
This Chuhuly artwork spills its treasures from overhead
Intricately delectible is this fragile piece in glorious hues
A feast for artists whose insatiable hunger must be fed
This Chuhuly artwork spills its treasures from overhead
It's a delicate symphony performing a beautiful sonata
A feast for artists whose insatiable hunger must be fed
More brilliantly created than any paper mache' pinata
~~ July Twelfth ~ Two Thousand and Seventeen ~~
First comes Spring, with daisies and Easter eggs,
And little girls running around wearing their Sunday best.
My peony's start blooming, followed by
long walks with my dog, who is sniffing around
fire hydrants for the first time in 3 months.
The sun's eyes are open later,
While the moon takes his time rising deep in the horizon,
And the stars are just so much more,
-fascinating.
Summer brings newness and fresh green everything,
Everywhere it spreads, wherever it can touch and see.
The burning heat is combined with sweating,
which then turns into family reunions,
Followed by swimming with my cousins.
And I can hear the sound of tiny footprints on lawns
Running through the neighbor's favorite sprinkler.
And sweet smell of marshmallows to eat,
-at dusk.
My favorite one of them all, would have to be the Fall,
The sweet scent of fire lingering through the
Twilit cool breeze,
And there are yellow, orange and red leaves falling,
Like confetti from a pinata,
They have a certain destination in mind,
Mostly it's for my children collecting them with papa,
Or using them for their 3rd grade Science project.
Families all over the world get to do one thing,
At the same time...
Collect nature's beauty marks,
And jump so excitingly among,
-the beauty of a season..
Not too long after that, the Winter I saved for last.
Not because I don't appreciate this weathered season,
But because there's nothing better than that first time
You can see your breath when you breathe.
I'll never forget the first time I woke up as a child,
Gazed out our front porch window,
And experiencing awe for the very first time and saw,
Snow dipped pine trees with little green, and a lot of white.
There are icicles dangling reflecting a prism into
All surrounding light, and when they decide it's time to melt,
It's about that time of year when the sun stays up a little later,
And when the moon takes his time rising deep in the horizon.
And when the stars are just so much more..
-fascinating.
Love isn’t amorousness,
Nor is it hunger nor thirst,
With vehemence, I insist: Love is a perpetual motion machine
O! Break! Break! Break! My Hardened Heart!
Be shattered by Love,
And let all your disquietude be shaken out of you, like candy out of a pinata!
E*very time you sacrifice something lesser for something greater, that is Love
From the beginning, nothing you were taught will ever matter more
Find in your heart the beginning, then work Love into practical things
Erupt! With Joy! At the presence, near, of the Beloved
Receive Her as though this new day will be your last
Veneration may be for sillies or fuddies but DO it
Elopement is all the way for the strong of heart
Sight fails, and then the hands learn to know the face of the Beloved
Crying verses with bell-like tongues fly out of those who yearn for Love's Purity
Energy-in-motion is never big enough or beautiful enough to sing Her Name
Near-to-Death, no heart, ever, does not prize it most
Clearly, clean clinical classifications cloy, clot and clutz the fervidness of Love
E*very time you sacrifice something lesser for something greater, that is Love
And now, to the subject of reverence…
When her body is a holy temple before you,
When you must wash your hands and feet and face before you approach her
When you joy to fluff her pillows or your breath catches, when you touch her
face,
When all of her is Divine unto you, and Delightful, and Dear
THEN
That is the beginning of Love!
______
* NOTE: 'effervescence' is spelled out, like in an acrostic poem
2/8/2019
Submitted for: Free Verse On Love -- 10 Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Lu Loo
Abby daddy's rejoicing a favorite hobby Making you laugh he riding your first stick pony The surrealism from mamma dada to mommy and daddy Your family laughing with you on your happy number three Some dreams come true Abby as you are running now blowing your candles out kicking the pink and white ball Head over heels it is your Birthday capturing the eyes of all Some hoots and hollers for hands stands is how In your pink frilly dress and pink cowgirl boots you see Abby you brought smiles and laughter about As answering to a tomboys call big smiles A pink jeep big girls riding bigger boys throwing football Ripping throwing wrapping as you open bigger smiles Fishing poles and dolls even a toy mower like daddy's real one Multicolored balloons ride into a purple and pink setting sun While Abby you are past not so terrible your two's Ice cream and cake you have and eat it too Your family prays many more for you Pinata and pin the tail on the donkey Abby you are a blessing smile Jesus loves you true Abby a Kentucky cowgirl turns three
all see white
I see black,
black clouds raining
acid rain
to the ongoing
parade
an invisible pinata
being swung at by all
the mold has cemented
cracks have been filled
"no way out"
says the frightening
clown
his voice echoing between
towers
shunning all smiles
April Fool’s Day
There’s still time to find jokes from think tanks
If family offers you a gift say no thanks
Not on April first
Family is the worst
Unless you’re not the brunt of all their pranks
Cinco De Mayo
Come join the fun on Cinco De Mayo
Latinos grab a bat and don’t be shy good fellow
Hang the Donald piñatas
We’ll serve up the Chiladas
Batter up, swing it hard, and aim down low
Fill Er' Up - Holiday Office Party Ideas
To give out Scratch Off 's,
To give out Gift Cards,
will please them fine.
Just put these items in a Pinata,
and have a swinging time!
Then comes musical chairs,
and singing Karaoke;
and you can even tell some
hilarious little jokees !
Now play the game,
"Are You Smarter than a 5Th Grader."
It can make your party so much better!
Yet, it's your choice, but choose a
competition where all can have a voice.
Now, you have some choices here,
to make your party more hearty!
Copyright McCuen 2008
It’s that time of year again I wake to a baked cake. Family from all over come and hug me will I suffer. We celebrate the day i was conceived to world that has brought me to my knees begging god to take me. We celebrate a year closer to death, what next want me to pick out the fount of my death certificate. Presents with clothes that god who knows where i would go wearing. People I can’t remember but they hug me tell me they love me. There dancing I don’t fancy. A pinata to hit that bust after a nick. Kids crying and whining to stay all day. But finally they go away making my day the gift to end this masquerade.
2/5/16
A kite,
A red balloon,
chasing folly to the moon,
something new and shiny
with I love you there in gold,
and I feel old
and worn,
a dark pinata torn
and emptied,
by this world.................
and there it is...............
Loves' shadow,
caught and tethered
in the branches of
neglect,
and I reflect while
someone prays,
My struggle's cost?
a wondering heart released,
reaching back to cast
a distant "why?",
Weighing myself in
lonely mirrors,
I search heaven..............
and call
you.