You'll find no beans from heinz in my cupboard, i'll go for various brands as
The later heinz is quite tasteless oh
Brother.' And sister i'm a'tellin ya's now
When it comes to quality heinz for me
Is like really bad..And wow.! It makes
me almost speechless; that its gone so bad, once
It was a product, that made taste buds..
Well glad.? I'm not full of beans, from that
Firm at least.' Pleased to get that off of
My stomach and tonight i'll sleep in peace.'
playing chicken with couch potato
bring home the bacon with two peas in a pod
in a pickle with forbidden fruit
full of beans with egg on my face
go bananas with sour grapes
cream of the crop with dangling carrots
cool as a cucumber with apple of my eye
crying over spilt milk with raising a toast
spill the beans with cheesy jokes
Hot coffee
black coffee
really has the means
when I sup but half a cup
to make me feel
quite full of beans
only one requirement tho'
no decaf if you please
and altho' born in Kenya
where the coffee grows
why it's called
'a cup of Joe'
I'm sure I do not know
but
hot coffee
black coffee
is the best ammo
when I do a mug or two
to give me the right
get up and go
The glossy brochure made a promise,
To those maybe living with strife,
That by moving to their Senior Eden,
You’d find “wellness” the way of your life.
Though perhaps their apartments are lovely
And the clubhouse has classes and such,
To offer a life filled with “wellness,”
Is really, to me, just too much.
For no matter how shiny the pamphlet,
It all adds to a hill full of beans
When you bat around language like “wellness,”
Since I have no idea what it means.
What happens when the only light you see
Is the mainstream media’s gaslight?
It’s Plato’s Cave all over again
Except the fire throwing shadows now
Is an official gaslight torch.
Ironic tho’ given the current gaslighter’s revulsion
Of all things fossil fuel.
But gaslight it is.
Although the source of the actual gas
Is still under investigation.
My hunch, my bet, my two cents
Is that the gas in question
Is their own
Since they are all,
To put it nicely,
Full of beans.
(8/3/24)
We played a game amongst twisted trees
Then studied the decaying river bank
And as we crouched down onto our knees
Our paper boats sailed away and sank
We rolled around the blades of grass
So fresh and pea soup green
That shone in the sun like shards of glass
It was the happiest we’d ever been
My father spotted a Heron in flight
We watched in awe as it flapped its wings
Flying gracefully away till out of sight
Indescribable is the joy it brings
Across the river some cows had broke free
As they were clambering across the stones
They were in a place where they shouldn’t be
All mooing orchestrally with brassy tones
The arching bridge rose high across the water
Like a rainbow across a darkened sky
A man made feat using bricks and mortar
The safe corridor that kept us all dry
Then it was time to head back home
Hungry but full of beans
Children along the river love to roam
Anyway, any how and by any means
The new language
It was late August, on a glaringly hot day, when I felt dizzy
went to sit on a gigantic carob tree full of beans on thick leaves
to sit in its cooling shade; it was pitch dark inside, and I could see
nothing at all until my eyes got adjusted.
the sheep, seven of them, had sought relief from the sun’s cruelty
My dog refused to enter; she had been head-butted by a ram
the sheep looked alarmed; another human to order them around
but when I sat down among them, they took me for another ram
they continued to chew, looking absent-minded; with white wool
The sheep had white fleece in sharp contrast to the carob beans
that was like the gnarled fingers of a dark person (black is out)
Nothing is the same anymore; some men say they are women and
blithely disregard biological facts as unimportant.
There are no longer any Jews in Israel, now called Israelites
it is as if they are trying to kill the ghost of yesterday by living a lie.
In Denmark, a children’s book was withdrawn showing a black doll
a new book issued, a merger of many faces, quite unreal,
like the faces were drawn by I.A and certified by a committee.
Feel like singing a happy song
And if you'll allow me to bend your ear
I don't mean literally of course
That could be physically quite painful
At my age, my mind is still clicking along
Had envisioned when I was younger
That when I reached this ripe old age
Things would start to erode and shut down
Not true... how wrong was I, still full of beans
Still wake each morning with a smile on my face
Thought at one time everybody did
But I may be more unique than I imagined
Perhaps it's in our genes, it's not a choice
Though we can still make a conscious effort
I've always had a positive outlook
Sure can count my lucky stars
If I can help any of you guys to feel like this
Then I've accomplished something amazing
Wrapping it all up with two simple words...
THINK POSITIVE!
How do we adjust to changes in the body
As age takes it's toll through the years
There's an amazing transformation at each stage
Quite regular like that of my peers
Although not the case it certainly seems so
Felt much like my body was talking
Telling this guy I sure seem right on schedule
Involved a bit of sleeping walking
Once was a young fella and full of beans
Now they cause excess flatulation
Embarrassing with other beings on an elevator
The author of the loud blastulation
The odor caused some to choke and ghasp
Hold their noses faces turn red
Actually one lady passed out on the floor
People were careful where they tred
A youthful face, but no brains:
Time the deceiver – I think back,
to all I thought I knew that it has
taken me a lifetime to unlearn: Oh
the labyrinths the spirit travels!~till
at last realizing the poverty it has
impressed on its own soul – Youth,
full of beans, gassing the world
indiscriminately!
My memory bank is outta funds
Someone musta robbed me in the night
Think my name's either Jack or Charlie
Can't remember which one is right
Had to look on my driver's license
To determine if I am who I am
That's quite sad, seems I've lost my identity
Maybe I'm a very famous man
Ever heard of someone regaining their youth
Like totally full of beans once more
Stealing hubcaps and other naughty stuff
What a hoot that would be, for sure
Dream on little fellow, it ain't gonna happen
You're doomed to a life of Metamucil
It sure was a blast while the damn thing lasted
Old age surely can be quite brutal
I've much to be grateful for
mostly it would be the printing press
millions of books came from it
reading a book needs no change of dress
You just pick up one of your choice
sit down with a cup of coffee
this is bliss, reading and learning
many a word teaches so much philosophy
Subject matter changes over the years
always loved history, biography and sport
now a lover of poetry like no other
so fond of reading many a quote
Not a day passes by without reading
each word becomes a prisoner capture
everyone has a meaning to learn
potentially sending one into rapture
My caffeine is full of beans
which makes books my best theme
time is the precious commodity
so to find what might have been
(I have written this in considering what is my caffeine? in other words, what is it in the day I could not live without.)
Mr. Myth is not treated right
No one believes Him
Stories of a puppets nose growing long
Was a lie but Walt had to tell it
Whimsical tales of fairy dust and
Teeth replaced with money
Is just a fairy tale about
Getting free cash
Moma bear, Papa Bear and Baby bear
Never ate porridge what bear would?
It’s only three bears with a short fairies tale
I never heard a mouse talk but,
Walt made one in fact he made Mini too
Jack in the bean stalk was full of beans
The Giant was to fat to climb down the stock
Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall
Because his mother goosed him
Aladdin was all just a smoke screen
Made from 18th century french bread
So, now can you see how
Mr. Myth was Myth treated?
Someone Told on Him
Old Mick has the lips of a bragger
And wiggles his hips with a swagger.
He jumps, full of beans
In black skinny jeans
With hip-shaking destined to stagger!
Old ladies enjoy the distraction
Of seeing their idol in action.
He keeps them at bay
For, wrinkly and grey,
They can't give him no satisfaction!
30.08.19
'Swagger poetry contest' sponsored by Line Gauthier
I am a teacher
Eager beaver
Full of beans
I build bridges
And burn the candle at both ends
I am a teacher
Cap in hand
Full of the milk of human kindness
I fight tooth and nail
To make my pupils see reason
I am a teacher
As hard as nails
Face like thunder
I resent cheap shots
And the breaking of every rule in the book
I am a teacher
With a carrot and a stick
I bring my pupils to heel
I reward who reach for the moon
I clip pupils’ wings
If they go far and off the rails
I am a teacher
Not a mouse potato
And not behind the times either
I am all ears
I bare my soul to my pupils
I make them explore all avenues
And go the extra mile
I am a teacher
I have my heart set on giving
It is a long row to hoe
I will make headway
Pull out all the stops
And hang in there
That’s what I have on the brain.
December 17th, 2015
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