Long Bananas Poems
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tumbling within a thimble
peeing in the wind
falling in a french garden
being born without sin
knowing what's known
seeking what is sought
believing in predestination
while your conscience rots
better drink your cup
while the coffees still hot
better hurry to go
to come to a full stop
don't drink the water montezuma's revenge
don't close the border let anybody in
smile while eating bananas
such a dirty mind
live your life for the moment
what a waste of time
she loves her and he loves him
what ever happen to original sin
eating a frost less cupcake
wanting a piece of pie
being born forever
only to slowly die
standing for righteous something
sitting before the fall
tumbling within a thimble
forgetting what you recall
The birth place of world war II
after an invasion void of any declaration.
Stamps on history’s book by feminine hands
to ascertain the first death sentence of the same human disaster.
A time frame marked its stolen identity
signifying its absorption into the world map
when three neighbouring nations rolled dices on its existence.
Roman Catholicism is advertised by the sun
in this place where it’s the pioneer of oil refinery
and the continent’s most important reproductive clinic
to border-crossing summer birds.
The father of Europe in king Kazimierz Jagiellonczyk
married off his three seeds of fertility
who were carrying rich humus
to the germination of Europe’s greatest dynasties.
Another king flatters history when he re-based back to his origin
to honour a coronation conflicting the poles’ election.
The heart of the world of European Jews
where their rescue during the holocaust was second to none
where the first artificial language, created and sustained;
and having a patriot decorated five times on physical masculinity.
It is the home to the famous Nicolaus Copernicus
and the birth place of the globally applauded Marie Curie.
The last will and testament of the expiring country
marks the first European constitutional state.
The underground salt cathedral is significant in its global age ranking.
The Bialowieza Primeral, epitomizes the continent’s last ancient forest
and the piwnica Swidnilka ranks the first
in the pride of the continent’s aged restaurants.
Its historic medicinal use of vodkas
and the blossom to the stem end direction
of peeling Bananas ready for consumption
beautifies the grit of a nation which stood firm
even after a forty and three attempts of invasion.
There’s far more kinds of Lefty than just one.
There’s Marx and Morris, Blanc, Bakunin, Blum,
the Comintern, the Spartakists, the POUM,
St-Just, Zinoviev and Saint-Simon.
The working class may ask how this lot failed it:
so many brands, but nobody is buying.
So why’s the Trot from Trier death-defying?
Well, Marx explained it, ascertained it, nailed it.
The Gradgrinds have their Hueys and Husqvarnas.
A self-sufficient paradise is nice,
(if beri-beri lets you live on rice),
but who will bring bikinis and bananas?
We’re trapped inside the capital machine,
and drip-fed baseball, bingo, Benzedrine.
To DAD:
You raised me up despite life being hard
Your rock foundation was strong even in a house of mud
You raised your son to be sane not mad
I thank you for bring my dad and raising me not to be bad
Neither have I ever been sad.
To MOM:
My favorite word in the dictionary is mother because you define it
Words cannot define it let alone my poetry exhaust your unconditional love
I have made strides because of my mom, I hold this pen because of you mom
I want to thank you for the first bite of mashed bananas that I tasted,
It was the first bite and taste of love
GOD BLESS YOU DAD AND MOM.
y'all know me- I'm in the poem biz
and it is a no brainer when I need a fix(I come to the main drag)of
this poetry site
this my security blanket my safe harbor my home away from home
it has taken me years to learn the
set up(its a long way to poet)gonna take a journey
listen I don't consider my poems hot stuff
nor do I have hang ups but the bare bones is this
I go bananas for contests I won't bamboozle you
I just wanna win (win and win)
but getting a poem selected is an uncertain crapshoot
its a tricky business
when the theme is announced
I need to give it a good think (think)
and sometimes I write a lemon (a real stinker)
oh when I lose(so blue)oh so near when I win bees knees happy
sometimes I put on my war paint and make my way
to the shooting gallery (I mean the blogs)
don't wanna open a can of worms but
a poet needs guts to make a comment there
oh yessiree your words can be turned to smoke
sometimes its all snoggling and sometimes its just aggro
the blogger asks for an opinion then the fun begins
get out the boom box say what talk to the hand
bring me the funny wagon gotta get outa there
before I go nuts gotta chill out take my peepers to a poem
like it when its mellow yellow in blog world
y'all know me- I'm in the poem biz
and it is a no brainer when I need a fix(I come to the main drag)of
this poetry site
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July 1, 2015
Free Verse
For the contest, Colloquialisms, sponsor, Laura Leiser
Fourth Place
Be it known as convenience food, junk food or munchies;
whether spicy, melt-in-your-mouth soft, or crunchy,
food, inglorious food, seduces with ease
and ensnares with the emptiest of calories.
Disguised as a comfort food comes macaroni
with creamy Alfredo and kin, Fettucini,
To not be outdone, spaghetti entices
with large fattening meatballs and sauce rich in spices.
“Deep fried” knows our weakness for fat, which gives pleasure
and saturates fast foods, it seems, in great measure:
KFC (finger-licking), batter-fried fishes
and chicken fried steaks -high cholesterol dishes.
Even fruits will attack with enjoyment unhealthy
as tarts, pies or pastries. That apple is stealthy!
Veggies can also be treacherous things
in guise of corn fritters and gold onion rings.
Too much of a good thing is pizza (so cunning,
so meaty, so cheesy), which no one is shunning.
The taco, burrito, and big burger too
in great numbers descend on us. What can we do?
Those delectable luscious desserts that we eat
have only to sit there; we cannot retreat!
Candies and chocolate, our decadent sin,
sweetly defeat us. We simply give in.
Ice cream, a smooth foe, knows when we are blue.
On a cone or a spoon, it drips, waiting for you.
As a milkshake, a frosty, a sundae or float,
or between split bananas, it sure floats MY boat!
Buttered popcorn is one salty foe, and we love it!
The hot dog implores in our mouths that we shove it.
Baked bread, so alluring, entraps with its scent,
which wafts through the air as if heaven sent!
The standards of junk food -America’s pride -
crisp bacon and nachos, chips and foods fried,
invade our malls’ food courts and lurk high and low.
Their smells overwhelm us wherever we go!
We might try but we can’t make our junk food desist.
for only the health nuts can dare to resist.
In the war with inglorious food I adore,
I say, Bring it on! Here’s my plate; I want more.
For the The Synathroesmic Cat Contest Poetry contest of Suzanne Delaney
*So now you can all know why I try to get to the gym a lot. hahaha
"Never paint except with the three primary colors [red, blue, and yellow] and their derivatives." Camille Pissarro
One primary color can make me feel mellow
when warm like honey heated up or like rays of a golden sun.
It’s flax, saffron, blond, and canary yellow,
cheerful like a daffodil and bumblebee fun.
It’s bananas too and a well-buttered bun!
The second and vivid primary color
spells energy, boldness, passion and power.
Cardinals make most other birds seem simply duller.
A symbol of love, rose reigns as a fragrant red flower,
while scarlet and crimson sunsets my eyes can devour.
The loveliest for me of these three colors is the hue
that melds with yellow, thus creating green.
Some jewels, blooms and berries are naturally blue.
Splendid is a dusk with the tint of an indigo sheen.
Oh, cerulean sky above seawater shimmering aquamarine!
For my sister-in-law it’s bananas;
For my aunt, it’s the paper each day.
For one friend, who likes getting her nails done,
It’s another thing taken away.
For my daughter, it’s getting to see us;
For my grandkids, it’s also their schools.
For so many, it’s going outdoors without masks
And not having to follow new rules.
Though we all miss our lives before Covid
Each of us might have one special thing
That we crave above all of the others
For the happiness that it did bring.
If we dare to peer into the future
When we’re not stuck inside feeling bored,
We might see, if we stay optimistic,
What we miss may be someday restored.
Black Beauty, my dear horse, I have for you
a place of leisure where no more you’ll toil.
A sugar cube I’ll give you – maybe two.
You’ll paw the ground for me because I’ll spoil
you like you so deserve! I’ve plenty of
nice apple slices, carrots, cubes of hay
and even some bananas, for my love
for you is boundless. In a field you’ll play.
Then if you get too hot, I’ll lead you to
cool water where we’ll splash! Then down a lane
I’ll ride you home, and so much more I’ll do:
I’ll scratch your withers, stroke and braid your mane!
Though "out to pasture," that's an awesome phase!
Black Beauty, to your heart’s content, you’ll graze.
Submitted for Robert James Liguori's A Notable Horse Poetry Contest
Figs stuffed with proscuitto and mascarpone cheese,
a plate of bacon wrapped scallops and pineapple.
French onion soup is bound to please
or garlic steamed mussels with which to grapple.
Artichoke hearts smothered in sherried cream;
pears with sugar and cinnamon in butter sauteed;
pork tenderloin medallions make a demi-glaced dream
while crisped lyonnaised potatoes are made.
Now with a sip of Pouilly-Fuisse'
tastes flush the palate like a gourmet concert.
A toast to good friends on this wonderful day
as ice wine chills to serve with dessert.
A plate of old fashioned Bananas Foster-
perhaps in the morning, eggs benedict with lobster!