.
thuh snap
thuh crackle 'tweren't
thuh pop'd
thuh cereal advert
'twere
mine neighbor
sexy
naked amber chef'en'it
wit'er
fingerz mawz
in'er
giggling
"have
anymore crispy's
rice
edvard"
')
shhnap
.
puts think
thuh
in mine
stuck
Just two more hours till the Royal Ball
Alas, this zit wouldn't fade at all
Since no ointment would ease
I just gave it a squeeze
It crackled, then it spackled the wall
I knew soon that company would call
But how to hide that goop on the wall
Left no clues with my clothes
Wiped the ooze from my nose
Looks like I'll make the Ball after all
chasing you
I left me
like I do
when I'm chasing a
hungry ghost
scrawny
with a distended belly
that's never full
however much
it devousr
nothing outside
fills what's empty
inside
longer than
the dopamine rush
it neglect itself
to sustain
as empty as
the bars I haunted
before you
these aren't the poems
I want to write
I long to be
alone tonight
with the stars
the moon
and the wind
wafting down
from a snow cap
smoke swirling up
like a cat's tail
flicking smoldering embers
sparking the night
with fire flies
snap crackle pop
I'm free (again)
from the trance
of the hungry ghost
I'm content
with the one
I most
need to know
Pop, crackle and snap
Pop goes the popcorn
Crackle goes the fire
Snap goes the mercury
~ Winter's gunfire
the man lit a fire crackle then ran
not knowing it was still in his hand
there was a loud ka-boom
he knew, he was doom
came out, looking like the boogeyman
Smack crackle pop The fire was throwing herself
She would smoulder occasionally into grey
Then revive herself with orange flame shoots,
delighting me and the other kids.
These kids were pretty much strangers to me.
I was re-thinking my decision
to tag along with my cousins, who were wearing
unusual faces in the shadows of the fire.
A loud popping sound came from behind. "Was that a gun?"
Some of us laughed nervously. Probably a deer walking in the woods,
A camp counselor suggested. Sure....
The tents were starting to look maniacally mean
Same time next year?
My cousin whispered into my ear. I sat mesmerized,
staring at the campsite that always brings me home.
Of course! I whispered back. This was only my thirteenth
year at Lake Red Haw. Why would I change any of this?
An owl hooted a friendly hello.
And I smiled.
Knowing I would take this memory to heaven.
Happy me!
Dressed up in new pink sheath dress,
embellished with white sparkles.
Excited to flaunt it to lasses and lads.
Quickly walked out swaying my tress.
Inspecting eyes stared at me in amazement
“Baby walk with style!” that was cerebrum’s announcement.
Oh hell!
I fell down from my porch escalier,
Down into the mire.
I just hurtled to avoid the huddle.
Remembering those happy days, together we crackle.
On a holiday, at Agra Fort.
With my friends, gushing and rushing on the ramp.
Hay scattered just like sand.
Uf! Suddenly what happened?
I slipped and slithered!
“Now what was that?”, I was out of my head.
“Dry elephant dung”, bursting with laughter, someone dispreads .
Entire herd weirdly cracked up!
It was my lucky day.
I just rode my bicycle all the way.
Proudly I declared, “Hey I can ride without any strain.”
And before I could finish, found myself in the drain.
Laughing out loudly, friends applauded once again.
Hey! This is how every story must begin!
My list goes on, but I think, now I should stop!
Else, laughing out loudly, your jaws will drop!
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Crunch, crackle, crackle, crackle, crunch
The leaves under my heavy footfalls
Those nor easterly winds sure pack a punch
Onward it is, my freedom calls
Nothing worth having seems to come easy
Another bridge to cross, just another bridge
From my past now I must break free
Will I see my future if I climb up on that ridge
Okay okay my future is in God's hand
It's so hard to give up control
I believe that his plan for me is Grand
But it never hurts to have an Ace in the Hole
So I'll leave my future in the hands of God
But I'll set my foot where no man has trod
WAKE UP OUT OF BED
BODY GOES SNAP, CRACKLE AND POP
BUT AT LEAST I’M NOT DEAD
Shortage in the sockets of electricity
The circuits broken and I just simply can't connect
Wiring is sparking to ignite a flame
The reaction of heat with power
I've been unplugged sometime from the world
Still searching for the breaker
To which my connection was once, not so lost
Snapdragons Crackle
Snapdragons crackle
in the air for Maura
and her flowing gait,
a swagger neither Nora
nor Maureen would ever
let a suitor savor.
Maura knows
that in her wake
men with scythes
and burlap sacks,
creep like gators,
eyes afire, jaws agape.
Nora and Maureen
can smell these men.
Unlike Maura
and her flowing gait,
Nora and Maureen will smile,
take their time and wait.
Donal Mahoney
Snap! Crackle! Pop! is the whispers of a warm camp fire.
The sweet aroma of the maple as it leaks out of the burning wood.
The fresh air.
The glow of the yellow orange fire.
The clear dark sky with the moon and stars shining so bright.
Snap! Crackle! Pop! is the sound of peace.
A camp fire is time to bond with friends, family, and lovers.
The smiles, songs, first kisses, jokes, and laughs.
The red burning embers crash to the ground.
Snap! Crackle! Pop! means it's time to enjoy a tasty treat.
Snap Decision
Pre-Judge
Jump to Conclusion
Wrong Grudge
… None Are Immune…
… but Fallacy !? …
Please Don’t Presume
Just Spell: A s s u m e
… ‘Cause Pop Goes The Weasel, is a Child’s Game
And A Jack-In-The-Box…Is The Same
Snap, Crackle and Pop
I woke up this morning loving you and it was all Marshmallow and Jalapeño
Such a fine day... such a gloriously feather duster sort of day
For loving you
And feeling like everything is made of Christmas tinsel
There's a scatter of sequins in my heart
Not like stars but rather giant spotlights
But they're made of trampolines and the bouncy giddy wobbly
Better for the cup of coffee poings itself
A delirious twang.
Such Madorexable dreams I had !
Phew !
I didn't know that swimming through champagne cream could feel like that
Ah, but its a splendiferous breakfast
A mango monsoon of loving you
A sweet lilac talcum powder of a dawn giggling behind the curtains drawn
I love to hear you giggle
A temptingly ticklish rock n roll
An orchestrated HOLY TOMATO !
Such a finesse of total disarray
Watch out honey knees I'm heading your way
With a whole sloppy bowl of caramel love
and I want to spill it all on your lips
you'll be my replacement for cornflakes
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