Best Stuffed Poems
daddy's precious gift to me when I was ten - only for you
©2016Leonora Galinta
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Feb. 14, 2016 3.00 pm
-- a Soft Teddy Bear (PD Bear) for My dearest Sis and BFF Linda.. Happy Valentines Day! Too late for her contest but I wrote this as a gift for you. I love you my forever sis and BFF!
I shall but send a fluffy Jedi …for the mythic unicorn already lives in you.
To PD from N.O.
*according to biologist Dr. Myron Shekell, Washington University, Yoda was modeled after a tarsier due to its huge eyes, tiny frame, and the fact that it speaks a language of its own.
www.dailymail.co.uk/ sciencetech/article-2907235
I wanna spread you thin,
creamy, on a bagel
toasted
fresh
hot
savor each bite
lick you off -
my fingers
the corner of my mouth…
I’ll leave a bit to make you laugh.
Save it for later
I’ll say it’s a snack
if I get hungry before I get back
I wanna sauté you in garlic
…with peppers - hot
salt..
cheese..
the flavor in oil
infuse with your leaves
over a salad.. inside a soup
tomatoes
red onions
brown rice.. a scoop
not to dilute
or over power
the taste of your skin
lightly
dusted in flour
sizzle and pop
drizzle a dop
I’d make you a doughnut
if I were a cop
or better yet
I think an éclair
cream in the middle
squeeze you right there
in a coffee cup
some on my chin
lick it off
…and squeeze you again
I wanna bake you in broth
400 degrees
wine
sauce
caper goat cheese
stuff you with seafood
potatoes
brie
serve you with scallops
fresh from the sea.
reduce you to thickened,
sauce made with cream
jiggle your gravy
poach you and steam
fry you in butter
sugar your spleen!
I’m stuffed...your love
feast for a king
In my special child’s room, delightfully cozy
There watches Smidgeburner, his ape stuffed toy, cuddly fuzzy
Alongside prettisome guru, chimpanzee Betzy
Donning a hat declaring “God does not bless the lazy!”
Then Smidgeburner, a.k.a Smidge becomes busy
Tidying the bed-zoo against being messy
Guru Betzy supervises, never bossy
Smiling, she commends, “Wow; room’s not lousy!”
While cleaning, Smidge feels tired and dizzy
Turning jovial mood into a sickening frenzy...
Betzy counsels, “Working well never makes one crazy”
So she hums a tune that invites good air, soothingly breezy.
As Smidgeburner rests in their secured haven, warmly grassy
Betzy, the loving lovely guardian, is not anymore uneasy.
Concluding the monkey-tale, I hug my boy who’s now drowsy
Thanking God* for pacifying his spasm epilepsy.
*2Chronicles 5:13 …praising and thanking the LORD; …For he is good; for his mercy endureth for ever.
March 13, 2019
1st place, "The Smidget Puggily and Her Prettisome Guru" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger; judged on 3/27/2019.
You can keep your cats and your dogs
I have a bunny love, and we are both readers.
You can keep your fish and your turtles.
We are lost in the love of each other, both leaders.
You can have your real world, it makes us both hiss.
You can keep your politics, we love our heart-felt fantasy.
We are lost in a world of make believe bliss,
We are happy and snug, and warm as can be.
My bunny and I, our books, and our window.
We stay inside snug, warming ourselves without fuss.
My bunny and I, best friends, loving each other so.
Your real ways and real things have nothing on us.
Two toy animals
For years loved
Worn by play
In tiny hands
Missing both
Are their eyes
Seams spitting
Deeply loved still
By a little man
Till one day
One was gone
Thrown away
As too old
And too worn
Still was loved
Still deeply missed
Woke a fear
In a little man
Of the wear
On the other
Hid it away
No more played
Kept it safe
Had it stay
Long years hidden
Till a man
Took out his toy
Still deeply loved
Stuffed Turkey Delight
roasted, moist and succulent turkey...
heavenly ... shared at a night shelter
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Contest: Food 2 ~ Holiday Connection
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Placed 3rd
Mr. Wiggles the stuffed “punk pig” , he wasn’t always this way. Before the safety pins in his little nose and “Dead Kennedy’s” patch on his soft, fuzzy, pink back, he was a loving, clean, attractive piggy who was afraid of the dark. He sewed black and red string into his adorable little ear because he thought it would make him look like a rebel pig, then he got experimental with sharpie, permanently drawing stitches on his non-existing lips all because of the music he flooded into his head. Then after the piercings, he got into tattoos. He has a black and red “C” on his chest and a black dotted “C” with a little black heart on his hip. It’s pretty sexy huh? He got it for someone but that someone loved another. He has big, child like eyes that can mesmerize you. They aren’t blue or green or even brown, They are black eyes that just stare deeply into you. He is also very small, not like the other kids. He used to get beat up when he was a little piglet, Maybe that’s why he tries to be all tough now. He’s a bubble gum pink, maybe that was a factor in him getting beat up by all the other farm animals so much. He had low self esteem and a eating disorder, that's why he is so skinny for a grown man piggy. He hated the way he looked, he was ashamed for being born a pig because they have such bad reputations of being dirty, sloppy, and lazy. He didn't like his feet most of all because they were ugly and gross, pig feet are the definition of this but his are abnormal they were disfigured and very, very pink, not like the other animals with smooth hooves or webbed feets. His are piggies feet that no one will end up ever eating. They look like something Ariel would collect under the sea. Mr. Wiggles wasn’t always a bad piggy, under his thick, fuzzy skin he is soft and plushy pig. One thing that never changed is that he loves affection such as hugs, they are comforting and secure. He smells like a warm breeze and something sugary. He may act tough but there is much, much more then meets the eye.
Limerick : Once a Leftist Stuffed-Shirt taught class
Once a Leftist Stuffed-Shirt taught class
He stuffed students’ drains with high-class grass
The girls during recess
Gave him ample access
Now hangs out with big-funding Top-Brass.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Baby Jesus lay away in a manger
The three wise brothers brought him gold
Have you ever heard of the story of the stranger?
That brought the young pip an animal of cold
This stuffed animal was made with the remains of religion
Cuddly and fluffy like the feeling of tonic and gin
Sewn together with the hair of Jewish corpses
For he will die one day for their future sins
Or so they say.........
The little baby Jesus tossed away his gold
Did not give a sh#t for the jewelry and the mold
He gravitated to this one eyed plush of spun
As the tag on his foot replaced with "Made from Taiwan"
Baby Jesus would call this animal of odd
By the name he knew only of his father of "God"
As Mary closed her legs and removed her cigarette
She asked why? to the stranger as he shook his head
"If this is the boy of the God of it all?
Why is he white? When we know that they are "small"
I figured I would bring him a toy with one eye
For one is enough for a small gifted guy"
The leader of the nation or better yet the world
Should be endowed to enjoy all the girls
I give him a bear with the remains of "his" kind
As a reminder that he will never be mine
As I draw a line in the sand to choose
The line you see drawn is from the middle of my shoes
The footsteps on both sides are not from him carrying me
They are mine as I walk to my religion of ecstasy
Enjoy your bear Jesus, I will enjoy life
My animal was hinting again,
staring at me in the den,
taking my meds,
he begged and pled,
could he be stuffed with a lot of phlegm?
12-9-16
Man
Wild rhubarb is way too good for ya
summer 2016
Tortellini stuffed with cheese and spinach
Divine when coated with Alfredo cheese sauce
But not with some kind of beefy gravy finish
When those shells are cooked just tender
Light and delicate easily cut with a simple fork
Coated with Alfredo I completely surrender
Sometimes when stuffed with three cheeses
Topped with Marinara of such beautiful color
My eyes, tongue, and tastebuds it pleases
It is even better when the family visits
And on that day I have stuffed Tortellini
Stuffed pastas that really have their merits
Of course I didn’t quit,
Although my appetite was snuffed.
I had to sample everything
Until my gut was stuffed.
The hostess said she’d made a lot –
We knew she wasn’t bluffing –
For there was such variety
Beyond the bird and stuffing.
Since every dish was yummy,
Just one bite was not enough;
And so into our eager mouths
That food we had to stuff.
Today there is a price to pay –
My stomach’s looking puffed;
But on Thanksgiving Day, I can’t
Prevent becoming stuffed!
Your always near;
memories of
winters past
play on the air
in front of this
fuzzy gift.
With beady black eyes
and brown spotted black fur,
I'm reminded of a
long lost companion.
Your gift;
a memory
of a memory,
cherished and loved forever.