Long A la mode(p) Poems

Unquotable quotes: Writers – XXXVIII

     for Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra and Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoieski  
     who let not even hope sustain them and who used their...

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 Translation of Eric Mottram’s HOMAGE TO PAUL ELUARD by T. Wignesan

(Note: Here, I retain EM’s translations into English from Paul Eluard’s poems and his source language quotations from “this vital spirits…” onwards, for, according...

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some wise men
of different bent, ilk,
orientation and time, 
then our own,
prescribed four spice yellow smoothie milk 
to fortify the virtues 
considered natural and proper
by their standards and rules of the game:
swaddling was à la mode
cuddling...

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It is not mandatory
However, I feel that it is my duty
To respond to Carl Brouard
‘Knowing how to drink is not an art
Drinking is not a duty’
But a necessity which is obligatory
As it is crucial even...

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Note to Readers of Previous Versions:
There are so many new vignettes scattered throughout the poem that I hope you will reread the whole thing! There are many new GEMS, improvements to previous verses and improved...

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"Tell Me Something Beautiful"



You could write me 
something beautiful
to leave me 
when you are not here

Someone told me 
the dead don’t speak 
they just listen 
I am reading you

I am always 
Here

I am front and...

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Schvitzing for more'n sixty hours without electricity
(visit https://www.aol.com/?ncid=
crosssellusaolc00000003 - for further details)

Courtesy rare derecho
killed four people
nearly forty eight hours ago
power outage affected more than
half a million people
in mid-Atlantic states.

Residents in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
(the poet's hometown)
smack dab...

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I tell you of a friend who's so fond of everything french
She didn't call her a frenchie when she saw one on a bench 

Her favorite food french fries and syruped french toast
She's been to...

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Lisa’s dad has a visitor from out of town - a “very important man.” He came early. He was dressed casually, in slacks, and a jacket over a mock-turtleneck. He was genial, behind tortoiseshell glasses,...

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I wear a white buttoned shirt
And my friends call me four eyes
But I don't care, just slowly walk away
And give 'em my gang sign

Don't bother with my appearance
Cause I'm the king of the chess team
Most...

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I wear a white buttoned shirt
And my friends call me four eyes
But I don't care, just slowly walk away
And give 'em my gang sign

Don't bother with my appearance
Cause I'm the king of the chess team
Most...

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Four years of life had been obtained
Sitting on ol' Blue Velvet, crossing my legs
My mother crying, wiping her face
While i was perplexed on this beautiful day.

Father had walked in around noon
With the same face my...

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Savez vous planter les choux 
A la mode de chez nous?
(French nursery rhyme)

You should eat your cabbage up my son
It's really quite delicious
May I forego the pleasure Ma
To me it is pernicious 

But it must...

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Freddy, now back from Mexico,
Loaded down with Mexican Fly,
And wearing his Mexican Fly Sombrero
And missing Nicole Fly so bad,
All he could do is Fly Cry,
Now Freddy's Fly friend,
Frankie the Fly his name
Invited Freddy Fly over
For...

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I am a true contemporary
who knows how to acceptably 

write a poem.  First with a tangible
aroma of burnt toast, I will run on

my imaginary couplets like a stroke
victim of the modern prejudices.

(Strophe’s choice is...

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Boast brownies baking
in dirty palm oil bacon fat
Sugar-coated swine vanilla cupcakes;
pineapple upside down snout snacks,
so coconut phone hasty ...
Sound-byte puff pastry

Flour-face teflon pan —  
tart marshmallow mint muffin
Silver tongue baguette 
spooning out citrus acid...

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Snow storm with a name
I faced the storm 
A nor'easter came
With winds whistling 
It howled with rage
Each hour it gotten stronger
Harsh winds were a blowing
I saw as the night start
Shadows of snow-flakes, shining 
Tumbling into...

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Ray Charles on a lonely night
Feel it mostly in his fingertips.
He play in every shade of blue.
His touch be intimate and true.

Ray Charles on a lonely night
Come to Harlem like a fool for you.
He lightly...

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Maybe it was that last biscuit layered with butter and jam
or could it have been those sodas only around nine cans
Never just one bucket of extra crispy southern fried chicken
could make you feel bloated and...

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Amazing Grace
                                 ...

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My desserts not by special rules
The cause of many mouths of drools   

My special pie is a` La Mode
Makes finicky taste buds explode

Now my Mississippi mud
Why, it brings a mosaic flood

Then there’s my...

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It was a contest I entered some years ago
Take the tour with me as I narrate the flow
It was a contest presented by the New York Daily News
This was a contest that I just couldn’t...

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There's a corner store, 
serving fresh Peach Pies,
and exotic fruits you wouldn't even recognize,
people drive for miles,
faces bright with smiles,
as they taste one big slice a la mode.

Fare extraordinaire, 
won't you travel there,
have you eaten...

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A piece set to the melody, 
meter, rhythms and my own rhymes 
for Frederick Loewe's song, 
'On The Street Where You Live.' 
from "My Fair Lady." 



        ...

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Come to the table in my father's house.
Why we'd even make room...
for a wee tiny mouse.
The table it grows...
as the need may arise...
you may see a friend there...
don't you be surprised.
We serve all kinds of...

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