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Petition to the Orange Lollipop of Santa Muerte
Orange Lollipop of Santa Muerte
Bring me joy, oh bring me joy
The Joy of Great Santa Muerte
A pleasing gift like a child's toy
Be my sweet, Orange Lollipop of Santa Muerte
Let me feel Thy joyful embrace
Oh Orange…oh Orange Santa Muerte
Be with me until God I face.
Amen.
-12/12/2016
(Dumarao)
*Petitions to the 8 emblems of Santa Muerte
I had no need of a lollipop man
in my younger days
as before crossing the road
I knew to look both ways
right left then right again
and if the coast was clear
I'd see myself safely across
without a hint of fear
but if traffic was at a standstill
thinking 'Here goes, pell-mell'
without blinking do a double-take
and then run like hell
stained lollipop
melting on fingers--
childhood imprint
Sticky and red sweet with lies
That loosen my head though I try
To be logical embracing emerald eyes
If you were my end happy to meet demise
Lips that hook me with a kiss
Helpless like a lined up silver fish
What sort of passion you cherry create
Warms my heart flushing my face
Lips that are full like your heart
Words that pull me close to star
Make me fever for your touch
Lipstick drips of lavender love
The lollipop danced
All around
Spinning colors of
Red, yellow, and brown
Like a ballerina on fire
Wearing such beautiful
In-Ring attire
She had all
The perfect steps
Patterning the floor
With her tiny footsteps
To see a lollipop
With such drive
Makes my heart feel
So warm inside
A lollipop, she wanted to devour
But her painted lips were tainted and sour
Goodness sakes alive
She broke out in hives
Hidden by a mask, she chose to cower
Inside her mouth the lollipop was stuck
But her joy of sucking had run amuck
She pulled and she jerked
Nothing she did worked
What a terrible time for rotten luck
Photographs were taken and passed around
Many folks found them to be quite profound
Her weepy eyes held tears
Visible were her fears
As the lollipop sucker, she's renowned
Not exactly the best way to gain fame
I heard tell she has never been the same
Had to move out of town
Became a circus clown
She's called Candy, after changing her name
It's was snowing like crazy
my woman and I were alone
somebody rung our number
calling me on the phone
my woman answered the call
started that Hello trip
gabbing bout the
weather
said it was so nice
for she and I to be together
giggled and cackled some more
I picked up the paper off the floor
what is this
I began to read
ah nah I said can it be
invoices to some sexy things
and there was a bag full
of the sexy things
a cocky smile
adorn my face
while she talked I cleaned up the place
left the room stayed a while
smoked a cigar you know my style
came back in
she was in the ladies room
I sat back down
doing what I had been doing
looked round that bag was gone
saw it last when she was
on the phone
door opened up
Damn! who came out
You like that
you like that
I do, I do, Ido
lick it up
it's right now
lick it up
only you know how
Lick it up
it's the right thing to do
lick it up
cause you know I love you
Overcome with happiness and rainbowed,ebulliant wonder,
Bright lights and firecrackered, joy-filled glorious thunder!
We will with faith and undaunted
courage, face the year ahead!
As the sparks fall, mixed with gentle, crystalline snowflakes,
Dusts our poetic noses, here on earth, to give, not to take!
**** Happy New Year ****
From:
Panagiota
The family all gathered to consort
as the doctors turned off all life supports.
They moistened her lips with a lollipop.
Shortly after her breathing stopped.
She looked at peace, her eyes fixed far away,
not a trace of pain on her face that day..
She lingered for a farewell kiss,
was so well loved, would be sorely missed.
Hovering above her vessel so worn, aware
of their wails as they deeply mourned.
The room now empty, absolutely stark,
her lifeless body alone in the dark..
She sensed a bright light and embraced
her journey as the hospital staff
placed her body on the gurney..
When the lollipop danced around
She had a smile and not a frown
Until she was once bitten
And then she became smitten
With feelings of love
From candy spirits from above
A fading red lollipop
shuffled slowly up to me
Told me kids now avoid him
‘cos he’s not nutritious, you see
I whispered something in his ear
with which he seemed to agree
Tell ‘em you’re packed with Vitamin S & C
I said ~ (You know, for Sweet Candy)
The lollipop quintet is coming after dinner my six-year-old predicted.
I was slow to believe, I am not all- knowing like him, so feeling conflicted.
This quintet was at the door singing their lungs out at a quarter to seven.
I stared at my son, wonder what other talents he had gotten from heaven.
Let me have one Gladys our neighbor said.
Sour apple lollipop made by Ned.
She took a long lick
Effect was so quick
Face swelled up bigger than our queen bed
To our immediate untold surprise
She was so puffed up, it hid her eyes.
We called nine one one
Which halted our fun
Gladys was hospitalized, no big prize.
Nope! Won't read your poetry!
Unless it's sweet, like cherry candy.
Make me laugh, or make me drool.
I honestly have no reality tool!
As if all in this world is only good?
My heart made only of sawdust or wood.
Like a Raggedy Ann Doll, look at me!
Feeling nothing of reality.
Tickle me here, tickle me there.
Then put me back in my toy high chair.
Do you think I care about reality?
Just make me laugh or make me drool.
Humans morphed into me.
You are such a writing fool!
See my fake stitched smile?
Only nice poetry goes miles!
7/8/2021
Go and stretch a puppy's tail,
Get with rice a manioc root,
Tell me if sun will buy moon a veil,
Or to who he gave her leather boot,
Teach me to hear coyote’s singing,
Or to keep off drunk bees’ stinging,
And sniff
What skiff
May tell you where I gobble lollipop.
If you think that you are so witty,
And brag you can do anything worse;
Visit all the liquor shops in the city,
Till you spend last loonie in your purse;
You, when you come home, will tell me,
All the grand bottles that you did see,
And swear,
No where
You saw any man gobbling lollipop.
If you find one, let our son know,
It’ll water his mouth with sweet;
Yet I’m sure, son will not go,
Though at next door you might meet;
And he were eating, when you met him,
And last, till you guide our son there,
Yet he
Will be
Gobbling bottles of Madeira, not lollipop.
Dec. 20, 2020
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