Gentleman muffin wearing monocle
My mustache never been out of fashion
Never thought bringing out my chronicle
Jockeyed searching my perfect companion
I dreamed becoming morning glory muffins
Howbeit fate is in the hands of the baker
Throws old ingredients, I’m huffing and puffing
Bread maker made me sweeter, ampler power
Window dresser puts me on display case
A lonely bun lying in wooden racks
A glace domed cake, no one blowing my face
With nightfall comes, only got aching back
Can I still witness my dawning rapture?
With people lining up to shoot my picture
16 September 2020
(Sonnet - personification poem)
Old elderly folks
They believe in them God
They have given up on the young girl inside of them
They motto is
“Praise the lord
Blessed be his name
Amen”
They read the bible ever passing hour
Saying words like
One good day I will meet the maker
the heavenly father their bread maker
They would let you know
That your way of thinking is wrong
You sense of fashion is totally upside down
And the youth of today is going
to hell.
elderly folks they believe in them God
Oh well !
Blessed they heart and soul
Blessed are those who keep his testimony and seek him with all their heart....with the Spirit within them, with all their heart and soul; that seek Christ, Psalm 119.
It snowed in Baghdad yesterday;
The Whales will have to find
Somewhere else to go;
The Islands are SOLD OUT.
The traffic in the sky
Is going to get worse;
As the Earth floods again,
The Lost City of New Orleans comes to mind.
Noah looked out his window,
And it was unseasonably warm,
Not a cloud in the sky.
He decided to go fishing,
But when he got to the ocean
They told him it was CLOSED for renovations.
The gods looked up from
Their studio apartment in the ghetto.
"He doesn't realize the flood
Will come from below,"
One of them says, which is not important.
“The land named by RED which was inappropriately christened
For one thing it is not, GREEN
Is the stage it will take place on.”
"The people want to know WHEN?" the God of Traffic asks.
"Tell them, sooner than you think,"
Says the God of Money,
Who knows death is imminent.
The Almighty Dollar goes home,
And takes a bath with a bread maker,
As Noah tries to resurrect
A miniature version of his ark inside a bottle of ABSOLUT.
By: Joseph DeMarco
Some times
I wonder why
the white bread
hates the brown toast
when the sandwich maker shows
what the
bread maker knows
that the dark bread
and the white bread
are both
created from dough
even the sweetbread with raisins
that's totally different...
the baker made too!!!
He loved her in his heart of soul.
She loved him back with a child.
He brought into her live all his might.
She saluted paving the roads for his castle.
The promise of kingdom was only a tent.
Yet full of stars danced in changing moon.
In myth of love all hold hands belive the dream.
Sun always shines over the green cloud.
He promised her his writing adoring her love.
She looked back as him as bread maker of her dreams.
He was a child look after him a bit nasty and tiring.
Her sleeping dreams turned to drinking gin and plenty of smoking.
She learned to give more and more to satisfy his duties.
He was the master of giving as it comes from his nature.
They were happy when met the top of the hill in making love.
She kill herself as announced it every moment .
He tried to protect her did his best to guide her.
No one even him heard here as dependent as her child.
She needed to satisfy her dreams beside great love.