Long Bean Poems
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I plead the fifth!
Rhymes with no sniff
Nosed clogged Ben Gay spade with no shifts
Pace makers tripped wires
Remit
Remake takes patents to skin drifts
Power ranged a game with low lifts
Tires rims shine made drift
Blinds closed with long sticks
Brick houses with no bricks
Framed same found day shun with steel trip
Wires hang dancers give
Beauty baked lashes give rip
Maybeline lined lip
Color shadow followed him
Made created a land with give gifts
Transparent pulled out of bounds balls bounce do drifts
Out strike title stripped
Sterilize steroids with no stick
Big boned with mild tones sounds
Without Biz
Bone Thug great hit
Smashed charts with no
Ozzie remake with slick
Hiding lights with strike back
Big rims Cadillac
Heavy Chevy comes back
Nova stars mobilized
Ride click tight riding high
Bean pies French fries
Filled with no lies
Mouth covered
Say nothing
Snitch out
Been made!
Stomped down reprogrammed
I like eggs don't like ham
Spam have to be turkey sized
Milk down buttered based biscuits rose high down size
Chopped phones all lies
Recorded conversations tripped up tap sized
Revised
Stem down legacy
Clorox germs toxicology
Results clear found bacteria made ironically cloned see
Genetically caster sized down grated pole
Seize the day with hard clay
Drones with no way
Watching people filtrate
Castrate cows without hooves
Jail cells cruel bills
Operated and over sized
Built down with blind eyes
Test thy legs and brain size
Tissue blown up pimp died
Hair follicles stripped clean
Down the drain nipped bean
Boxed with no socks
Troll pay been popped
Clash titans guilt stopped
Too tall chop shops
Who looses without pay
Clock in pro tops
Raise checks been cropped
Wage been dropped
Paused sales real not
Vote count been boxed
Hidden messages cleaned hot
Hits climbed all charts
One hit no mark down streets broke hearts
No love hall cops
Flash light wanna be’s
Mixed drinks without leaves
Watered down dramatically
Stage ran into pros
Bullet shot there it goes
No name been marked around schools and ball parks
Bent in stood up
No mark shirt cuffed
Shocked drilled theses signs
Result action abused mind
Hypnotic case finds
Who it be who made time
Follow flows without cuffs
Who abused us
Repeat, Repeat measures making cakes without cups
I live my life sober and clean
but once was called a bean
I started with promise and hope
then found myself drowning in dope
I smoked a dart from a pack I found
that led me to joint just to be sound
I made friends with a bottle I bought
only to find them gone after we fought
I tried mushrooms for giggles and fun
then to LSD to talk to the earth and sun
I get bored and like to move a lot
so Crystal was great so I thought
I finally found a bag of cocaine
she's the devil I named caine
I cut my first line with a knife
then vowed to make her my wife
I tried to run from her sweet smell
only to find myself under her spell
I worked hard day and night
just for her love with no fight
I chopped my lines every hour
enjoying life with a new superpower
I went one day to share my one love
to a woman who fit me like a glove
I woke up in pain no later then noon
to my women with my caine in a spoon
I watched her whip something sweet
with a flame I'll try this new treat
I was mesmerized and in love again
with a pipe that looked just like a pen
I managed my love with a new routine
with friends and family calling me a Bean
I finally ran away from my two wives
but not until I drained many lives
I stand here today sober and clean
but still think of myself as a Bean.
Rural North Dakota, fields and scattered farms.
Social distancing in peace, we all bear arms.
I live in the central flyway for all ducks and geese.
No locked doors or hidden keys, dogs and guns keep the peace.
Winters are long and cold, we are left alone to freeze.
Spring brings forth the long awaited Summer's early warm breeze.
It's a bit flat here, some beautiful rolling hills.
Only farmland and open country, plenty of nature's frills.
Four wheelers and a side by side, a couple of dirt bikes for the kids.
Unwanted visitors do not come, the law of this land forbids.
Absolute freedom, fields of corn and the edible bean.
My world is far out of reach, from the Covid 19.
We bullies jeered and we hooted.
We were big and bad and mean.
We told everyone he tooted
We called him Navy Bean.
We made fun of his homemade clothes,
We called him crazy and unclean.
We laughed at his gigantic nose,
We were bullies, fresh and mean.
He was a child who did not care.
Worse, he laughed and smiled at us.
We did not understand this impetuous air.
He could not be riled, that cuss!
Angry now, we pulled out all the stops.
We went to his house to get tips from his brother.
His bro gave us insight that was tops.
"You cannot get his goat. You have not met our mother."
His mama chased us with a rake and hot sticks,
She smacked our butts and she called us mean names.
Now we could understand his calm cool tricks,
We could not get his goat, with our childish games.
So we forgot this stupid ugly fool,
And teased two other kids at school.
These two idiots cried and they wailed like they were supposed to do.
And we were happy again, knowing we had made them decidedly blue.
Once in Hong Kong I sang a song
Chong ‘n Wong pulled along
Choir it became strong
Lifelong those throngs now belong
Once I was assigned to refine a mime
I pined to realign the divine design
Couldn’t shine it brine ‘n it was supine
Was left to whine, wine and dine
Once Jack ‘n Black couldn’t crack a sack
I was called back to pack them whack
‘n search for Mac ‘n Quack in the track
To attack the remaining knick knack
Once jolly Dolly wanted to lick a lolly
She waited for the lolly trolley with Polly
Trolley was stolen by Ali the smalley
Dolly realized the folly, went without a lolly
Once a teen queen preened the greens
She cleaned the beans to feed the knight
The knight in jeans came in to glean the creame
Both sat in the canteen to have plenty caffeine
Hong Kong, song, Chong, Wong, along, strong, lifelong, throng, belong
assign, refine, mime, pine realign, divine design, shine, brine, supine, wine,
whine, dine
Jack, Black, crack, sack, back, pack, whack, Mac, Quack, track, attack, knack
jolly, Dolly, lolly, trolley, Polly, Ali, smalley, folly
teen queen, preen, green, clean, bean, jean, glean, creame, canteen, caffeine
6.7.2014
When we kill a tree
Does a forest sigh
Rustle with grief that
One of them should die.
Is there apprehension,
Do the trees even hear,
The clinking clanking sound
As the felling gang draws near.
The real flowers of the world,
The lungs of the Earth,
Helping cleanse the air from
the moment of their birth.
Their beauty being replaced
By a much lesser scene
As we uproot the trees
To plant Soya bean.
Do the trees around the world
Hear the grieving crying
From swathes of woodland as
They sense their colleagues dying.
Will there be a memorial service
When they've killed the last tree
Will they follow into extinction
The last wild bee.
When the Earth is levelled
And sterile and neat
Under chamfered layers
Of reinforced concrete
And the air gets heavy
With every breath a chore
Each one less satisfying than
The one just gone before
Will we regret we didn't listen
To the almost silent pleas
That rustled through the branches
Carried by the last gentle breeze.
Will a silent protester
Surreptitiously sow
Handfuls of acorns to watch
New Oak saplings grow.
"Every year since I've been married, I'd rise
To a tapestry of color and cool embracing feel.
To the rooster crow so, family can feast their eyes.
I'd work for two days preparing thanksgiving meal."
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Thanksgiving Day prayers of thanks and blessing.
To warm amber scarlet tree canopies losing
Their flaming feuille morte leaves beneath drawn trees;
An emotional overzealous sun sees.
Fresh early jump start, baking food for the heart.
Huge turkey and dressing, lamb, cranberry tarts
Cakes, pies, yeast dinner rolls, vegetables, yams,
Potatoes, gravy, green bean casserole, ham.
As they step into grandma's old fashion home
Smells of savory aromas round the home.
A formal table in bright autumn accent,
Cornucopia, with pumpkin candle scent.
Family gather from close and distant parts
Their thrilled children dart as joyful as our hearts.
Time to share memories with laugher till it hurt.
At the last there's still lots of food and desserts.
Grateful of bliss and blessings dear family
And friends bring, then back to life's reality.
10/28/2019
Poetry Contest: Thanksgiving Memory
Sponsored by: Regina Riddle
Merriam-Webster
Definition of feuille morte
: a brownish orange that is deeper and slightly redder than leather, yellower and deeper than spice, and yellower and deeper than gold pheasant
— called also autumn leaf, dead leaf, foliage brown, leather lake, oakleaf brown, philamot, withered leaf
By: Sashi.Prabhu (ZEAUOXIS)
15th June (spice jet flight Mumbai to goa.)
For a soothing breathe we gasped heavily between us,
Emotion soaked waters on to the sandy shores they began to gush.
Embracing our lusting bodies in a romantic fling,
From our joyous mind a melody bean to spring.
The sounds of luring descant of the waves erupting on the shores,
Sea shells press against my bare back as the pain my body ignores.
As your bare body lay upon a wanting me and kissed me passionately that night,
I could see before my closed eyes the moon shining and smiling all decked up bright.
Our bodies gyrating in fond togetherness and the feeling ecstatic all entwined,
I knew then I could truly call you mine
Our bodies rubbed and moulded themselves in the wet sand,
Let loose, both, unbridled feelings raging furiously out of hand.
As dawn set in we could not purge, desist or quell,
Our desire to grind together as mid night pearls in a shell.
Our love we soaked our selves within its depths,
have within my thought's reach, those moments fondly kept………..
A leaf on a big tree was happily hanging
Favorably for every passer-by just to see
He was appreciatively coloured green
Like a bean, he was very much attractive
A treacherous wind rose up to shake’im fall
Forcibly, on the ground he landed green
He stayed’n suffered some time unseen
That was the moment’s norm to endure
On the ground, he all lied dead wondering
Why the bitter wind slaughtered him untimely
But he learned the truth was alive, not a lie
Black, red’n white ants gathered’round to dine
Eaten gluttonly, he suffered insensitively
Failing to feel the odour of the enemy
Who tiptoed to pitilessly extinguish him
While on the ground, he was lying powerless
But a generous wind to save him has blown
Him up like a living butterfly in the sky
Courageously, a new life he’ll have to try
Posing on a new branch of any big tree
He had died, but a new life he’ll remake.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile