Jam Poems

Traffic Jam Schadenfreude

Every morning, I work from home
I turn on the radio, if I'm unhappy and alone
You hear so much misery when the car jams are told
Make you feel happier, if you're mean and cold

The outbound George has a disabled tractor trailer
Some drivers now are cursing like a sailor.
On the inbound Holland there is police activity
Imagine all

Yosemite Sam

by me kyle walker caycay son for fun not contest

Yosemite Sam
always stumbled upon a jam.
Each time he would yell ' tarnation.'  
Altercations most have caused elation.

MIDNIGHT MUNCHIES I'm in a Terrible Jam

MIDNIGHT MUNCHIES! I’M IN A TERRIBLE JAM….
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At midnight, my stomach grumbled
With snacks in the pantry, I fumbled
     On the shelves high and low,
     Chocolate cookies. Say no!
But tripped on my cat and then tumbled!

Toward the fridge I tiptoed with glee,
For it holds a treasure trove for me.

JUNE BERRIES

Juicy and sweet, these berries delight,
Unique flavor with a hint of almond's bite.
Native to North America's land,
Eaten fresh or dried, both are grand.

Baked into pies or made into jam,
Enjoyed in wines, a treat for the fam.
Rosy bronze leaves in spring's embrace,
Rich in nutrients, a healthful grace.
Indigenous peoples cherished them so,
Essential vitamins they bestow.
Saskatoon berries, nature's

Raspberry Jam

Something red, 

Something sweet,

Something i'd wanna eat

Something that would help when im feeling down

I'd spread it on toast,

then take a bite

and when im done, 

I'll spit it up

I did this because I do not like it

However, 

I can dream I do.

Convince its true

No matter how much I dream

But reality its just cruel 

I do not

Rush Hour

At a bend in the road
One needs take utmost care,    
More so on road of life.” By author
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Jam

jam

it’s
sweeter than ham
stickier than a dam
spreadier than a ram
welcomier than spam
jarier than a can
jellier than a plan

though
not drivier than a van
not talkier than a man
not blowier than a fan
not cuddlier than a gran
not crustier than a flan
not detailier than a scan

jam

Time Stands Still

The Faded Garden Swing

If the flaked paint on the old swing 
could speak, it would tell stories of 
days long ago,
Of children's laughter and their bare, 
muddy feet, 
Of fireflies caught and imprisoned in 
empty jam jars, 
Like the fireflies, my memory flickers, 
trying to recall who lived across the 
street.

The faded swing’s rusty chains

Jeepy Jappy Jumble Jolly Jee Jam

Abracadabra did not work for joy
Her references backed by Leroy Tolstoy
She threw the spells out and went with her soul
Succeeding with the monsters, her ultimate goal

Instinctive chants from her expanding diaphragm
Jeepy Jappy Jumble Jolly Jee Jam
She snapped her thumb and the elixir lit red hot
Neon green too, then it began to dance and trot

Slivers of

A Stylish Glam for A Jam

A silver platter,
It is my sudden clutter,
To spread my bread with butter,
I even use the cutter,
By posting a letter,
I find something better,
I would set my dessert later,
I don't let it into a gutter,
I am not  a chatter,
I am like a trader,
I am not a sitter,
I'm in a jitter,
For a more beautiful flower,
Not something as

Apple Butter Jam

spread thick and smooth on crusty bread
a warmth that lingers softly said
from apples ripe with autumn’s care
a spice-laced story lingers there

the pot would bubble steam would rise
as time would brew its sweet disguise
cinnamon whispers nutmeg sighs
a comfort born beneath cool skies

each spoonful holds a season’s glow
the orchard’s gift a quiet show
oh simple joys a timeless

Spoken Warriors

Spoken warriors, with rhythm words as their sound swords/
A poetry slam where words and body language put the audience in a sweaty heap/
the spectrum of a creative sound off between spoken word poetry rappers and new time jazz hipsters
 has the club bustin' to the rafters/ expressive improvised creative pace and volume on the spot

Traffic Jam

The sand from the hourglass is slipping through the cracks between my fingers. 
as I track my time in increments,
regulated, rhythmic, redundant.
the weekends coming, 
it’s almost winter break.
I think, as I fail to realize that I am watching time pass me by 
like I'm standing on the side of the road watching the cars drive

A Drop of Redberry Jam

A sunflower stands tall, enthrall,
A hidden  gem in an empty field,
High on its long unbranched, stem,
Plate size, hue yolk-yellow, full face,
With a mild, sweet,  nutty scent.
A  drop of red-berry jam on its hem.
Ruffled young dragonfly raced,
A wild attraction of folly feast.
Sherry, the little fairy sat in its place.
Dragonfly, raises its wings, weave,

JAM CAM

JAM CAM

I’m sitting here still and aloof
Held up in traffic of a morning
We are all told to stay in lane
And who are we to complain
But cutting in without warning
The blue light goes on the roof

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