Folgers Poems | Examples

Jingle Bell Rock Parody

Single cell, single cell, single cell lock
Single cells king and single cells bring
Throwin' and blowin' few pushers of some
Now the single chop has begun
Single cell, single cell, single cell lock
Single cells mime is a single cells crime
Family Charles Manson Electrical Chair
With the Folgers there
What a bright time, gettin' brighter time
To light them right away
Single cell time is a swell time
To go die-in' in a gun force play
Pretty-up Twinkie source, beefed up you cheat
Tinkle on all the locks
Fixed and single and sweet in defeat
That's the single cell mock
[Repeats]

The Manson's At Cielo Drive

*Image IMO; hairstylist Jay Sebring, 8-1/2 month pregnant actress Sharon Tate, a friend of the property caretaker Steven Parent, screenwriter Wojciech Frykowski, and coffee heiress Abigail Folgers by LATimes.

The Manson's at Cielo Drive

first seen
eighteen

shot died
outside

java 
diva 

ritzy
pritzy

two guys
one tries

all grabbed
and stabbed

horrid
four did

five die
jive by

nutty 
Chucky

helter
skelter

2021 July 09
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND JULY 16
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 July 16

Coffee and Toddlers and Tennis

Tennis on the television.
Heinous sneezes from my toddler.
Lettuce bits sprayed across our laps.
Menace to society's Joe the Waddler,

Arriving at the war zone toy room,
Deriving future campaigns in his mind.
Writhing within the haze of colored plastic he's
Diving into Roman ruins, covered in shiny blocks, laying supine.

In walks the 5-year-old
And our most decorated of soldiers.
Endowed with the wisdom to sleep in, she's now
Entwined with Daddy, smelling of warm bed and Folgers.

Easily Distracted

Is it that time gets away from me
Or that every second has its own story to tell
And that my circuits get overloaded at times? 
In truth, some seconds are astounding: 
Like when the illegal 'Dragon's Claws' I bought
From a firework's stand on the Kansas-Oklahoma border, 
Gutted a traditional Folgers coffee can, 
(It never left the ground) , and then its brother
Blasted a heavy metal water bucket
At least 40 feet into the air! 

Wow! Talk about 'poetry in motion! '
Most theorists are poets too you know, 
With their 'Big Bang' theories and
'Laws of Nature' emerging over time! 
Eventually, we all have to deal with
What some distant poet first called 'the opposite sex! '
But it is so much easier to explain Creation I think!

But can anyone say why men love explosions? 


Brian Johnston
September 8,2017

Wake Up

"No matter how I feel,
 I wake up, dress and show up...
(with the help of a little
 Folgers in my cup!)"

Spring Morning

Refreshing scent of dew upon the grass,
Warm and humid as the sun is rising,
Songbirds singing melodies of morning,
Beautiful blooms upon the garden bed.

Invigorating drafts of Folgers in the air,
Comfy covers keeping sleepers warm,
Dawn passing soft welcome through the home,
Sleepy eyes awakening once again.

To live this spring morning.

Caffeine

Chemically: crystalline carbon compound
Commonly consumed as coffee, Coke 
Choices? Consider chocolate
Craziness careens corners

Attitude and attention adjuster
Autumn afternoon activator
Accelerated activities
Ask another altruistic answerable

Fathoming fatherhood 
Folgers: fresh or frozen
Foolish frolicking
Fickle frazzled frog

Favorite flavor?
French fanilla (fun!)
Famous for flying
Fan for “FREEDOM!!”

Endurance enhancer
E’erlasting elixir
Endocrine epoxic effects
Essayist endorser

I, internal igniter 
Interestingly included
In iced infusions
Imagine: ignorance imploded

Nosy noisy neighbors 
Night-time ne’er-ender
Negative nightmares…
Nice neanderthal!

Everyone’s elated 
Elliptical epiphany!
Elephants eat evergreens!
Ellipsis

I Prefer a Little Water With My Tea

Head straight to the coffee pot after I pee
What happened this morning? Good god mercy me
Empty Folgers can
Was I pissed? Yes ma’am
(Four extra-large bags make a fine cup ‘o tea)

Coffee

A strong blend I crave , the scent of French roast , or Italian is euphoric
It's the first thing I think of in the morning as I awake .

I admit the addiction , but I will never stop 
It's not booze or drugs , that I am to conquer 

It's the smell of the fresh grind and the drip 
Honestly , nothing as good as the 1st sip 

Mine with cream , no sugar 
if I were in a storm though , in a savored minute
never a complaint , If some one kind enough 
gave a cup of Folgers, black , even if given a pack instant  

So this is a tip for all the Red Cross and United Nations .
Take the money given for suffering through natures doing 
Buy the best of coffee and keep fresh pots brewing .

Cruel and Unusual Punishment

Loving you is cruel and unusual punishment.

When I met you, I should have started running to a tent.

I simply can't handle it. This  is cruel and unusual punishment.

You dropped the bomb on me and I cannot pick up the pieces.

Your love to me was like Red Hots covered in Reese's Pieces.

After I got the sweet peanut buttery treat then the mouth

Of the river of my love got hot from the other layer that

Tastes and feels like the cinnamony Red Hots. It's no longer

Like Folgers it feels good to the last drop but I don't want it

And it want to stop. I feel like calling the cops because loving

You is a crime and it's taking too much time to end this

Love it's cruel and unusual punishment.

 

1-27-11

Less of More

a little less of a little more, a smaller me in
 the attic of someone elses house. 

 a little further away until i do not have
 to worry about the words or the punctuation, 
 the notoriety of the base emotion.
the delicate sweetness of the sugar coated words
 that crumble from a touch. 
 the bible says fruit eaten in secret is sweet.  
sugar eaten in secret is also sweet.

 i rememer now how as a child at are four squar 
evangelical church. how over long shaggy green 
carpet i would sneak out of the service as a 
little soldier of fortune slowly walking to the
 back lobby of the church where the coffee table
 was kept. 

 i would open the blue and white box of sugar
 carefully viewing the array of gods holy dice
 stacked evenly.  a few in a styrofoam cup with 
a splash of folgers to melt them and a few more
 in my pocket for the rest of the service and then
 i would head back.

 all these years later i still dont understand the
 hebrew and latin biblical terms are pastor talked 
about but strangly i do still drink folgers coffee.

By Definition

'Beautiful' was Barbara Frees
'Beautiful' was being kids
    was that Folgers can of crayolas
        how she colored the black horse -
'Beautiful' like her hair
    not a line    not a thread spilling over
'Wonderful' that she liked me so much
'Wonderful' how quietly thoughtful
    how dainty    how proper
'Beautiful' that day how she cried
    how she looked when she cried
        mother back in town
            visit over

Then    years later
I saw her at school
Saw her on the stairs

'Beautiful' and more than any girl there
    and still more -
'Beautiful' how she noticed me    waved    smiled
'Beautiful' such a wonderful memory survived

Www (Angel of Sadness)

We catch trials the moment we touch satisfaction
The average mistakes of luck and infatuation
The truths we're told are merely lies
The heavens we seek are clearly skies
And this is what I want the world to know
We catch wishes
Misery catches dreams
Seems we can't seem to kiss our misses
Lonely roads capture our tears and forgotten scenes
This is what I want the world to know
I ake to complete  the ordered procedure
I wait to concrete my name in your boarded seizure
My beginning is closure
My happiness remains in grains of Folgers
But this is what I want the world to know
Again I'll sleep
My suringe carries your motive to weep
I may close my eyes
But forever I am yours to keep
And this is what I want the world to know

Way of the World Part Two

everybody out for self
young kids in the pen facing death
and still got milk on his breath

first case that hit em he a victim
court appointed lawyer
b.s him got him in the system

and these preteens get more c.r.e.a.m than folgers
in high school they high rollers
all ways strapped like soldiers

I got to deal with mean mugs
the c.r.e.a.m from drugs
the screams and blood 
the scene of fiends and thugs

cop cars, yellow tape, chalked outlines
teardrops from the crying  
but that don't stop the dyeing

trying to get mines without getting got
hit me im hitting back
I was told to shoot or you getting shot

and peace a'int two fingers spreaded it's the steel in your  palms
threaten to squeeze enemies remain calm

but there is no way in the world to beat the way of the world
I get drunk and I earl and get in fights with my girl

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