Long Bananas Poems
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Zanthoxylum shrubs with clustered yellow flowers,
Yolks of eggs and yellow jackets make her want to scream.
Xanthophobia ensnares her. It is sickening
Wakening to an aureate dawn’s bright rays.
Vehemently she shakes!
Ubiquitous are sunny days; she much prefers the clouds.
They keep her safe from light and her anxiety at bay.
Secluded in her rose pink room, she stays inside,
Rarely venturing outside except at eventide.
Quick is she to greet fast-falling snow.
Pedestrians abandon streets. Then she likes to go
Out to see the colored world buried in tranquility,
Nauseated she becomes just seeing people eat
Macaroni’s yellowish cheese, all things buttery,
Lemon cakes, bananas, mustard. It is a feat
Keeping herself calm. Sometimes she panics.
Jaundiced skin can do her in.
In many cases, she turns to Xanex.
Hideous to her is this disease,
Growing, never slowing. Even therapy
Fails to help. Whatever can she do?
Emotionally frazzled, living with unease when
Dandelions, daisies or ducks come into view.
Corn, baby chicks, and girls that she has seen
Bleached a brilliant bombshell blonde so bold!
All of it - florescent dreams - are nightmares laced in gold.
For the First Ever ZYX Contest sponsored by John Lawless
I'll write a funny poem
Why?
Because I am happy
No reason why :)
Why does the sun keep shining?
Because if it doesn't
It will be called moonshine
And it doesn't want to be called that
Why did I learn the reason why?
If I don't I will forever be asking myself
And that will drive me bananas
And you don't want to see that
But I will be forever asking myself
Don't worry about that
Why do I need to learn?
Who will teach me?
I think I've learned enough for a life time
No thank you lol
Did I tell you forever?
You can tell me now
What keeps ticking?
Let's see now
The clock
Or my heart whenever you come near
Haha you wish
Sun light or moon light
Can't decide which one I like better
One I can see you and one I can see you in the dark
Nah I'll take the third one
Be my tomorrow
How about be my today?
If I need you tomorrow it may be too late
I have an emergency
Just kidding lol
Take the wounded heart
What do I do with it?
Nurture it putting it on the table and pump into it
It will perk up
All this nonsense is making me realize
summer is going to end
All this nonsense stuff is going to end
What?
Yeah your driving
Time to get down to the snow and ice business
Are you talking about moi?
What does that mean when one said time times two?
It means you'd better hurry up
Or you will see it twice the time
I am making you
Rain rain rain
When there is no rain?
When I am in the mood
When there is a season
Which is whenever
No reason at all
Okay I talk quite enough
You get the message
Time is a season
A season of living
If you don't live you don't have a season
What are you?
Yellows bananas same as theirs
Oh their cute little voices - it never scares…
Got a creepy look on face but I loved it so most
I could laugh out loud with my volume utmost
Started to watch their movies – it’s “The Minions”!
I wonder if they smell like a bunch pack of onions
Don’t even understand what they’re saying
But pretty much sure they are not that annoying
Now I’m starting to act like I’m one of them
I’m playing my voice – geez I sounded like phlegm
Nevertheless I like their jump shorts attire
Though they’re trickily burned in a fire
I’m loving to watch their movies all day long
Think I’m addicted – I should make them a song
Wonder what would it be like if I was a minion?
Will the world care? Please give me your opinion!
How unappealing... the missus went bananas
courtesy hurling mandarin oranges.
Yes quite juvenile
unladylike childlike behaviour,
mine wife oft times doth display,
I do not deplore
yours truly reckons
tis futile effort causing furore
aye attest bull
in china shop incorrigible hardcore
exhibited by spouse
out of bounds antics bon jour
earlier within marriage
shenanigans twas the stuff
back in the day
sparking altercations, haint no lore
regarding wedded bliss
muddle aged doozy storied
married couple expressing
mutual love nevermore
did deux disparate
birds of a feather flock together
espousing total mortal kombat
(with looming fruity weapon
of mass destruction
living below poverty dirt poor
surviving (barely) hand to mouth
unable to afford
top of line high grade
clean atomic bombs rapport
re: ruining our reputation
as hoity toity main liners
portraying child's play
conflicts in East/West Timor
almost annihilating each other
i.e. zee Harris family
plus well nigh turning
planet Earth into vapour.
Sober realization of brinksmanship
brought now auld
geezers (defanged & harmless)
flinging foodstuffs cold
and/or frozen leftovers
(carbon dated), petrified extolled
as delicacy among Neanderthals,
who would value and
cherish fruit lobbed as
love's labour's lost more precious
(as a physical expression of affection)
more so than fine spun gold
thee rented man cave serves
atavistic trait hard rock cafe
functions as pleasant reminder,
where one percent genetic
stock originated (think noggin
rock hard iron maiden mold).
Backtrack to years spanning 2000-2010
wen furious red hot poker rage
twas unmanageable when living
under duress within Penn Valley
even tranquilizers could not assuage
harkening back when yours truly
under threat courtesy battle ax
and her henchwomen,
which matriarch took immediate dislike,
née rabid (foaming
at the mouth loathing)
towards yours truly
them days outright state
of undeclared warfare
found fury within me
exceeding the wrath of Kong!
Thank dog, I mellowed since then
gratuity prescription medication.
I have invented the Jalapeno Hoppers, and they are all the rage.
The candy designers and I jumped swiftly onto the inventors page.
We have added chocolate and caramel to the spicy sauce of green.
When you take a bite, your first reaction is a delighted scream!
Now scramble toward the Jalapeno table, and decorate your fix.
Use lemon drops or chili cha cha’s’ we’ve thrown salt rags in the mix.
You can change the taste a tiny bit with a garnish on the side.
I usually use barbequed bananas, but gummies never want to hide.
The candy I have invented is refreshing, and it makes you younger too.
As you chomp on the hoppers, you will go from age sixty to twenty-two.
You will need to bring some smaller clothes, maybe a size two or three.
You will love how your waist feels, and you will be as happy as can be!
Our new master is the silent one as evil as can be
His plan was to stock pile all the banana's in the world
and It must be said we whole heartedly agreed ,
Now banana's are spread around the world so we need minions by the score
There's Carl and Tim and bob and Kevin I just can't name them all
The ones we don't collect we will eat as that's how we roll , Me want Banana ! (I'm hungry in minion)
nothings ever easy as the warehouse it caught fire, Bee Do Bee Do Bee Do! (fire in minion)
What a shame fried bananas and gelato (ice cream in minion) for our tea
Now if you want more updates you'll have to buy a tickets to minions two or three
Tulaliloo ti amo! (we love you in minion )
iPhone Maniacs
crankshaft tendencies secure a brace of sly meatballs
truth daggers entice the worm girls with petite pastas
creature lilacs uproot themselves for pink dippity-do gels
white nylon ghost legs roam outer space in latex leotards
metacarpal syringes find porous outcries in the gloaming
crankshaft tendencies welcome the tilted exonerations
iPhone maniacs fondle frothing bananas mindlessly now
demon spiders ooze inside the crawlspaces wanting meat
cross-eyed priestesses suck on wax candles in the vestibule
black-robed choirs sing hangover music to the dribbling
rock music annihilations played by stoned dudes in shades
temples and taverns shake as the truth daggers hit earth
now the worm girls are dancing with the iPhone maniacs
I'm late to the
Meeting on purpose.
My back left paw
Needed 10 or 12
More licks.
Another write-up
Headed my way.
So what?
None of us can
Write or read anyway.
The Society is not
What it used to be.
The Calicos hog the floor.
Between coughing
Up hair balls
They espouse on
Innovative scratching posts
And the hidden
Benefits of sour milk.
Siamese are the worst, though.
Not saying a word. Just
Glaring about in creepy pairs.
"We are Siamese if you please DON'T."
I'm having a blast on my own,
Sitting in this tipped-over
Garbage can in my cozy-dark alley
Enjoying my Heathcliff strip.
Classic. Garfield's overwritten.
Heathcliff's real. My old friend,
Iglesias, a true Burmese,
Says he met the real Heathcliff
Back in '85. I call Bull-litter.
Ah geez,
They're rawring for me now,
Cuz it's my birthday
And they made
Some sort of parfait
Fulla old bananas
And moldy raisins.
So if I'm a total no-show
They're all gonna be
Hissed off.
I better get going.
Thanks for listening
To my PurrCast.
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Lord, the front door sings all day—a cheerful little jiggle,welcoming every soul that wanders through Piggly Wiggly.
Old Mr. Hank comes every dawn,his overalls faded blue.
A sack of grits, black coffee strong,and sausage links will do.
He tips his cap to every one and knows each checker well; he'll talk about the fishing hole before the register bell.
Miss Ruby glides with coupon book tucked neatly in her purse.
She counts each penny twice with care,though she'd never call it a curse.
She buys sweet tea, flour, butter,peaches ripe as June,and humming while she wheels her cart,she hums an old church tune.
Young mama hurries through the aisles,three children in a train.
Diapers, milk, bananas, bread—she smiles despite the strain.
A cookie shared, a little laugh,a kiss upon a head;love fills that buggy far beyond the groceries it has fed.
The high school boys rush through the doorwith pockets full of change.
Potato chips and fizzy drinks,their appetites are strange.
A frozen pizza, candy bars,and ice cream piled up high—they leave as loud as summer birds beneath a Southern sky.
The widowed man comes every week,his basket neat and small:One tomato, soup, and crackers,two apples—that is all.
The ladies always ask him how his roses bloom out back.
He leaves with more than groceries;he leaves with friendship packed.
And every evening, one by one,the carts roll out the door,Filled with suppers, birthday cakes,and hopes for something more.
For every list tells someone's tale,both joyful and profound—A little town inside a store,where kindness still is found.
So let the front door ring again,its happy little jiggle; Life dances down each grocery aisle at Piggly Wiggly .
A field where tall bony trees,
Where hums the cool gentle breeze.
In the gentleness of the grass green,
There lived two rabbits Colin and Tim.
Colin and Tim two best friends,
Lived in little caves in the grassland.
Colin looked like autumn and fallen leaves,
His roasted chestnut fur like all hallows' eve.
Tim looked like winter, his eyes like hibiscus,
His fur as serene as snow, him as lovely as Christmas.
Two buddies, they never fought ,
Hatred, they never got taught.
Their friendship was something so admirable,
As amiable as ever, just like some sweet old fable.
One day they decided to make banana bread,
They were sitting in front of the fire when this thought came into their tiny little head.
Tim brought flour and eggs,
He ran as fast as he could with his galloping legs.
Colin had honey and bananas in his cosy candlelit kitchen,
He decided to read his grandmother's recipe
And began to learn.
They still needed chocolate and baking powder,
Tim went to the market (again) and came back singing louder.
They mixed everything together,
Their heads, light as a feather.
But something very important was still missing—oh! Vanilla,
The batter mixed, then baked, the bread was ready and voilà!
They ate wholeheartedly with smiles as soft as silk,
The banana bread tasted better in the soft pouring rain with some chocolate milk.