Long Brownies Poems
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Cream puffs, pies, and chocolate brownies
Should surely be banned from the planet
They have no real value, no redeeming factor
We stuff our faces like gannets
Moms always says, “Johnie's got a sweet tooth”
So when he chows down like a pig
It gives him the okay to eat gobs of this stuff
Till he no longer can dance a jig
Now there ain't nuttin' bad 'bout being obese
Some very famous people are blimps
Won't name them here for the fear of a lawsuit
It would leave me tattered and limp
But cream puffs, pies, and chocolate brownies
Are delicious morning, noon, and night
For breakfast, lunch, or important meetings
They're evil but such a delight!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Do you know anything about the various
Time pieces that are on different lengths
Of thin chain dangling from the forest trees?
Are you or some one you know missing a
Time piece?
Did people actually abandon these things?
Were they stolen or did they become a
Payment to some unknown wing Banshee
To ward off an unexpected catastrophe.
Where are the forestry police?
Do you know anything about the various
Time pieces that are on different lengths
Of thin chain dangling from the forest trees?
This is a mystery.
It will be a feather in some ones cap if they
Can solve this theft ring master piece.
Did people actually abandon these things?
Were they stolen or did they become a
Payment to some unknown wing Banshee.
I will talk to all the woodland folk brownies,
Elves, and I will start with the wood fairy.
He might have some information for my
Investigation that he will release.
Do you know anything about the various
Time pieces that are on different lengths
Of thin chain dangling from the forest trees?
Well! I did see
A sparkle as the sun hit something metal
Or flashy in the mouth of the crow named
Bernice.
Did people actually abandon these things?
Were they stolen or did they become a
Payment to some unknown wing Banshee.
When I called out her name she dropped
What was in her mouth and kept going on
Her journey.
Thank you so much you have been very
Helpful. I will put out an all points bulletin
Right away. Crows love shiney and sparkly
Things. Don't leave anything that can be
Taken by the crows on your picnic table.
We will try to give everyone back their
Watch as a lot of them are still very nice.
If you all help us with this we should see
A very noticeable theft decrease.
Do you know anything about the various
Time pieces that are on different lengths
Of thin chain dangling from the forest trees?
Did people actually abandon these things?
Were they stolen or did they become a
Payment to some unknown wing Banshee.
The chicken soup and matzoh balls
Are ready for the pot.
The hard-boiled eggs are in the fridge.
(We never eat them hot.)
The items for the Seder plate
All wait for their debut,
With my homemade charoses.
(Google if you have no clue.)
The chicken cutlets, farfel-topped
And stuffing made from same
Will share the table with some veggies,
Sautéed to acclaim.
Of course, there’ll be gefilte fish
With horseradish (so hot!)
And grape juice or sweet Kosher wine,
Which really hits the spot.
With home-baked brownies and
Some cookies vying for dessert
Along with lotsa matzoh,
There’s an “Oy, I’m stuffed!” alert.
But all the food is not, to me,
The most important part -
It’s sharing these traditions with
Those closest to my heart.
Imagination is the key Trixie whispers
Follow your bliss. Be an artist. For you already are.
Be winsome. Be incredible. Be us.
A purple dragon doctor with shiny glistening silver scales
Lights down on the desk next to my typing fingers.
She is wearing a red cherry colored tam.
Are those bagpipes? I ask, hearing the Scottish melody.
Knowing the butterscotch brownies will taste fabulous
Trixie rolls her eyes. Adding a drum roll, and the dragon disappears.
Today has a glorious sparkle. There is a feeling of happiness.
“We’re back!” someone whispers. It must be Trixie.
I feel grateful, satisfied and enthusiastically invincible.
To my hometown of the sixties, I plunge in reverie,
recalling where I found myself in nineteen sixty-three.
Each fall, the biggest thing going - was going to the fair.
My town's the Sorghum Capital; cane fields still tassel there.
Talent contests, entering pageants, gave us identity.
I played piano several years; I won in sixty-three.
My embroidered pillow cases - the best of twenty-two,
the sorghum brownies I had made were chosen for the blue.
As a school project, I worked the cotton candy machine
and won a set of silverware the year I turned sixteen.
I tried out for Miss Sorghum Queen, but stumbled, it's no joke;
and later wrote that fable down - "The Fall My Zipper Broke."
Hawesville of fifty years ago defines this hometown girl.
Gracefulness found me wanting, yet God’s grace fulfills my world.
June 23, 2017
I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How could this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece
I answered the phone, and my auntie said
"I know you think that I am dead"
"I'm alive"- my auntie moaned
Or- could it be that you're just- "Stoned" by Charles Messina
Niece Alice bakes brownies with magic herbs
She uses rich chocolate, and flour, two thirds
Before Auntie June gets out of bed
Alice feeds the cat and minds his head
She shared a snack and laugh with you
And now you’re happy and Auntie June is too
When auntie asks why your eyes grow and grow
You say “Go ask Alice, I think she’ll know”
A variety of fragrant lilacs in the ground
Purple and white asters, doilies in baby joy pink.
Prettier flowers in a garden are rarely found
My bird baths are used by cardinals and one blue jay I think
Verdant grasses are moist when I walk my land as I must
Sun glows her happiness on my back as I adventure.
Clover is enticing the bunnies and deer with her crust.
To the beautiful Queen Anne’s lace I must bow and demure.
Faeries disguised as butterflies, dragonflies, and bees
Lamb’s ear’s velvet softness rises from the bowels of the earth.
Dive bomb me any way and direction they so please.
The laughter of the brownies cause a great deal of mirth.
Enthusiastic garden shows off my miraculous way
Of loving plants so much most of them clearly want to stay.
Written 6-2-2019 Contest: Nature scene orphan sonnet poetry contest
Sponsored by: Dale Gregory Cozart
She’s hiding in the garden
At the back of my mind
Down the long green slope,
From now to then -
That child that was
And still is
But no one sees her.
She pretends she’s not there.
Believing in elves and faeries
And brownies that come
In the night to mend shoes
And leave no trace,
Believing in miracles
And love at first sight
And Santa Claus filling
Christmas stockings.
She’s playing in the garden
At the back of my mind,
And no one knows she’s there
Except me.
Who is this grown- up
So practical and real?
No nonsense – deal with it
Jobs to be done so get to it,
Responsible, serious,
Taking the days as they come,
Making decisions, joking
As if none of it matters.
Shell to protect like a turtle,
Not easily cracked,
Revealing nothing
Of the soft, vulnerable interior
Where the girl-child plays
Among the flowers and trees
At the back of my mind,
Believing in love and miracles,
Where days are happy and long
And fantasy reigns supreme,
Far down the long green slope
From now to then.
A Year Ago
the moats of your castles
were those big round eyes
brownies shot projectiles
piercing my blue skies
you dug trenches with blinks
thwarting my yearns and choices
countering lashes that sink
your eyes hugging other voices
try recall those starry nights
I was in left field
with my demons at fight
up against your shield
throw me no bat and ball
given no chance to come to the plate
it was easy to see me take a fall
pocket dreams of you is all I fate
and those brownies only read the cover
it hurts. not the pages of me to discover
connie pachecho
8/1/17
Here is what I got for my birthday.
Small glass holder for paint water. Won’t hold a paint brush.
Given to me by a non-painter.
Custom made apron.
Large and medium paint brushes.
Canvases.
Paint pallets.
Paints.
Peach shirt that says “Live your Dream”
Blue hair dye you can spray on to be more punk.
Large jar of jalapeno peppers.
Medium jar of jalapeno peppers.
Bathroom stuff I will never use.
Shower bombs I have already tossed.
Brownies, peanut butter fudge, rocky road fudge, watermelon
Candy bar, pecan pie, chocolate pie, apple pie,
cherry pie, key lime pie, lemon pie, coconut pie,
Did you know that when you eat out and say it’s your birthday
You get free pie
And no one checks your ID?