Venting that I drove here all on my own.
Obstacles are made even if I don’t exist.
And crying exists too, like tip toes shouldn’t.
I should be waiting for the food to come out.
But this is an abandoned building.
My strength turned to an apple core.
I don’t exist like this parking lot.
Sit in the car.
Waiting for my mom to get back from the abandoned building.
Spiders shuffling around awkwardly.
I don’t know how to get home.
And this building could vanish like the squeal of my tires.
I could get home with the GPS.
Or eat half a granola bar made of dust.
Grandmother Everest caresses clouds
with her diamond-studded, silky crown.
Westerners come to conquer and boast
Sherpas wish to provide for their loves
and must always bear the heaviest load.
Shaman chants echoing from base camp
The mountain tourists are not listening
They're having a toast and chewing granola bars.
Prayer flags dance and quietly chat
Snowflakes are dreaming in avalanche.
Shaman chant from base camp
They're still not listening.
Today is the push for the summit.
The rich. plastic-dipped mountaineers.
Pickaxe the icy apron of Grandmother Everest.
The weather shifts-windchill dips....
The fog and wind perform their wicked tricks.
The reaper is the death zone storekeeper.
Shelves lined with broken axes -blistered faith.
Empty oxygen bottles, the last prayer of a mate.
Grandmother Everest is the keeper of ego and bones.
At base camp, the shaman chants
The prayer flags whip
Only the dead and dying are listening.
Good-gesture greenthumb gatherers gleaned grain,
gargantuan granary,
grower's great goodwill greeting,
gazillion grade-schoolers, grownups,
gingham-garbed grandmother's,
grievous growling guts gone,
gain gastronomical goodies gardens,
grapes, granola, gourds, gosh!
generosity galore, golly, gobsmacked!
golden godsend
now i'm imagining you
that right after that street
save your feet in the tiny apartment.
you water plants bought on sale
while gulping down vitamins and granola bars
just because they are skinny on television.
when I appear hallucinating
and the happy dog almost has a heart attack
you smile with the planets I bring
hidden in the portable universe of my words.
last time we traveled to that faraway place
that only exists within us
it was only much later that we woke up scared
listening to the uncomfortable silence of our voice.
Pen then, I beg thee,of meatloaf.
Perchance.....or butterflies wings?
Meaning or depth, has little honoring!!
Be a fool and pen of things of today?
The poet-butterflies, all fly swiftly way.
To write of-gremlins at the supermarket?
Life has no meaning, don’t you get it?
It’s supposed to be all a big laugh for misfits!
No, I don’t get it and I never will.
Just want a bowl of granola and humility
To taste it’s grand sweetness under the Oak tree.
In my big sun hat, taking a summer slumber
. 6/19/2021
(This is my own style of poetry)
Poetry by Pangie
Soccer ball made from granola, dried grapes
Honey, brown sugar, oats, sunflower seeds
Almonds and chocolate chips form the ball that is fun to
Play the soccer game where everyone wins and the goalie eats the ball.
Eleven comedic players on each team want that
Soccer ball running after the tasty round thing, number 19 gets a Red card
Before the lemming, marmot, and prairie dog run
Biting a tasty crunch out of that flavorful round sphere.
Chocolatier is in competition for profit and prize with
Granolatier who in rivalry selling those two color round
Yummy soccer balls hoping the malamute doggie and
Spiky Yorkshire terrier stay off the game field and don’t eat the ball.
Soccer mom enjoys getting lots of granola soccer balls at the
Local grocery store every Saturday keeping one for herself,
One fun granola soccer ball lasts a week for driving and munching,
Accordion playing cheering moods for all biting that new soccer ball.
being lactose
intolerant
and lazy
no milk
for my
morning cereal
eating it dry
from the
box
when younger
and still lazy
i read that
from puberty
until average
age of death
a man will
spend more
then several
months in
front of
a mirror
shaving
so i
being lazy
agreed with
myself and
let a beard
grow knowing
i could spend
that extra time
more worthwhile
even sleeping
now older
waking from
a deep but not
Rumpelstiltskinish
sleep just another day
comb my growth
and have the same
breakfast but while i
brush my teeth i see
pieces of granola
nesting in my
chin hairs
there they shall
stay to keep
them for a
snack
before
lunch
Pensacola and Grenola
What we had presumed was Pensacola,
Did know was highly related to granola;
Apalachicola saw
With a crab craw,
And about their women said ooh la la.
Jim Horn
Jim Horn
We May Never Pass This Way
the close of the day
out on the patio
we stare at the wall
covered from the mere notion of regret
there is a deeper meaning in this place
to equate logic for fear
for I shed a single tear to help numb its inner pain
harken onto the moment in my thoughts
crumb cakes with granola bars left for snacks
the garden you had pulled the weeds back
the fertile soil permeates the fragment of its land fertlization
we humbly tred upon solace the thoughts will last
shelter lies dormant amidst its beckoning plow
still I need a shoulder to cry on
the Martini that you drank last night at the bar
sdt pitter patter of glasses clasping together
snap shot moments in my head
golden nuggets of wisdom that come from a higher source
the scope of the sun has tainted my inner vision
a soul vexed in its derision
we may never pass this way
time goes by so very fast
all those good moments you hope that they would last
no other better way then to bow the knee to pray
others might insist it ought not be that way
yet for today send a chill down the spine
heads today are in the walking blind
make sure you don't ever be left behind
A look at the floorboard of my car
Gives a glimpse into my life
All the trash that's scattered about
Necessities to survive?
An old McDonald's bag spilling it's contents
I wonder if those fries are still any good
With nary a doubt I pop them into my mouth
Hey...don't judge me, you know some of you would
There's candy, bubblegum, fortune cookie wrappers
It's all a pretty even mix
What's this? Half a granola bar?
That day I must have been on a health kick
A fist full of bank statements...withdraw, withdraw, withdraw
Without a single deposit...what am I daft?!
Oh wait a minute, here we go
Overdraft, overdraft, overdraft
I swear I hear something moving
From underneath the passenger seat
Maybe tonight I'll leave the door open
Hoping against hope it'll set itself free
The floorboard of a car speaks much of a man
And this man is pretty much a slob
Guess you could say it's a part of my life
And you ladies know that me being a man...it's also part of my job
My James Dean lookalike
Where are you tonight?
Do you remember my smile?
As I lived within yours
Those walks downtown
A granola bar, a cigarette and me
Initials within a heart, while playing guitar
Three years ended within movie star memoir
Photograph memories of love
Everywhere, what I wouldn't give to see my James Dean
Mixing ingredients together
because I got a sweet tooth,
first time trying this recipe
to tell you the truth.
If they turn out
I will make them again,
maybe for a Christmas treat
cutting them will be a pain.
I'll have to wait until tomorrow
to cut them into squares,
the peanut butter is too soft
I will cut them with care.
I can't wait to try them
to see how they've turned out,
my patience will pay off
they'll be good, without a doubt.
If you want something different
that is beyond compare,
try this for a treat to yourself
granola peanut butter squares.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Nov.15/2015
Since my oven broke down, I've wanted to make a treat without having to bake. I miss baking cookies.
having bare feet makes me feel like
summer
when days are longer
when I get a second wind
and run around
feet trampling ants trampling ground
having bare feet makes me feel like
pain
when I have Saturday morning
cross country meets
like sore feet after the race
heavy breath red faced
having bare feet makes me feel like
rain
when felines and canines drop
from the sky
drenched t-shirts
they don’t dry fast enough
having bare feet makes me feel like
granola
when grubs collect between the toes
soles stained with dirt
like pour milk on the wound
wash your damn feet
Why you wanna go there ?
I don’t wanna go there,
I guess I gotta go there,
you asked me out on a date,
then we go to a place that I hate,
you said the place would be nice,
but all I get is a sweet tea no ice,
not even a parfait with granola,
tal vez él habla española?
So please don’t ask me,
and I wont ask you,
because if you wanna date again,
then you better let me supersize
There once was girl named Nicola
she had dreams about Diet Cola
the cola was big
and nasty as a pig
as it chased her around the granola.
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