Long Brunch Poems
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This is the bomb! Wait until you
Here you will read hear about the
Tick of tock of tick the clock is
Gone lawn the mow now show
The glow a phone it groans.
Then moans
Time it is almost to the hour now
The bombs have dropped the plot
Thickens and rots
Now what but WAIT! The gates
Are locked! Hot trot slots sure shots
Casinos we know get rich quick
Schemes we know. What the WORLDS!?
We have the pearls. Unfurl reload
The goal? Unload gun load here we
Go you know the GOLD! it has slivers
Of silver. I confess I digress. Do not
Be BOLD your blood can shed.
Though you might not Ever dream
But muse and know deep think
Contemplate visit a shrink yeah
Concentrate if you must do not
Trust all that you see but believe
Some dreams to be reality, which
You think you see, do not believe
Only some will dream the daze
Away figuring to think on, long.
Forward on to the path of what
You believe to be real. All of those
Fascinating fluctuating facts you
Think you have? hear is the deal.
It is not real. So I say hey how have
You not known this throne round
Golden glorious crown I have found
On sacred ground. I have found
I have found! I can here the echoes
Of the Tick tock tick the clock is
Here the block is bare. I ask why
And where and bone Crushing FEAR!
You are scared? You dare not be
FEIRCE? SPEAK your WORTH while
You are on this earth do your best
And confess your worst thirst. On
This sphere this here yeah! Do no
HARM here the WORD! you your
Selves be heard with freer there
Then the Sun flares it glares then burst the
Glint and flint a spark forlorn first
Gong the bell tolls something is
Wrong! So since nothing else Amiss.
First the munch of lunch. A brunch
Bunch bun. I fill my girth. It is TIME.
The clock chimes DO NO HARM!
The bombs fall blistering all.
Oh! DETINATION! DESTINATION!
Complete DEVASTATING Fluxlng
DESTRUCTION! frightening furious
Flames absorb everything Nothing!
Nothing! At all REMAINS the Whole
Hearted horror of HUMANITY!
AAAAH HAA the TREACHERY!
Those schemes the will that be.
The alarm to late. HUMANITY is
Gone tick of tock the clock has
Stopped. NOTHING NOTHING AT
ALL NOTHING! REMAINS!
REMAINS! REMAINS! REMAINS!
AT ALL REMAINS! REMAINS!... remains.
NOTHING!
where is the LOVE LOVE
LOVE?!!
Was this a dream? Became a
NIGHTMARE?
Betty and Johnny, who were seven and eight,
lived close to the zoo, very near the front gate.
They visited often, with their mom and their dad,
and always told Gran about the fun that they had.
One day as the wind blew through the Crumpledink trees'
tickling the crinkly bright yellow leaves.
Johnny and Betty decided to play,
out on the porch, where they'd stay there all day.
They opened the door, but to their surprise,
a blue fuzzy creature, smallish in size,
jumped up from the chair and stretched out his hand.
"Pleased to meet you my friend," his words rather bland.
"Who are you?" said Betty with a sheepish grin
as she held out her hand and his fur touched her skin.
"I am what I am, and my name is that too,
I'm a Grrreeble," he said, "and I live at the zoo."
"Then what are you doing here at our house?"
asked Johnny, his voice squeaked like a mouse.
"I saw you at the zoo in the star gazing dome.
You seemed so nice, I followed you home."
"But you can't stay here," Johnny croaked like a frog, "So,
back to the zoo, to the zoo you must go!"
Betty looked at the Grrreeble and said, "This may be hard..,
You know mom said we can't leave the yard."
But Betty, Oh Betty, what will we do,
How will we get Grrreeble, back to the zoo?
The Grrreeble just sat, head in his hands
"Johnny, I think that you don't understand."
Then he said, "I don't wish to go back to the zoo,
I like it here, I'll stay here with you."
Betty looked at Johnny and giggled with glee,
"Can we keep him? I want him to stay here with me."
"No", Johnny said, "No we can't, no, No, NO!
as soon as he can, to the zoo he must go!"
Johnny looked at the Grrreeble and said with a sigh,
"We really do like you, but we must say goodbye."
So they played for a little
games like frosty fooks frittle
with bright red hats and dressum up clothes
and loud frustal whistles, you blow through your nose.
Then later that morning after eating their brunch
they made him a sandwich, dinklebutter and jelly, to take for his lunch,
and turning away Grrreeble said, with tears in his eyes,
"Thanks, it's been fun, to play with you guys."
Now often they visit their friend at the zoo
with a dinklebutter sandwich, they hope you'll come too.
9/17/2015
I am a foodie, I must confess, I swim a few laps for exercise
Along come the Mollusk, and to my pleasant surprise
I have no restraint and they look so yummy
I just open my jaws wide, and fill up my tummy
Holy Mackerel, they make quite the feast!
Unlike that deepwater whale; Moby Vic, that lumbering beast
A real blow show, they eat any freak’n thing
Whale diet: Squid, Krill, Larvae, what distaste they bring!
Ah, catching up to the guys, what are they circling ‘round?
Heya Tom, Bill, GW, Anil. Rob, l see you’ve gained a pound
“I’m on a sea-food diet, I see food, I eat it!” Hee hee hee
Yep, you may want to stick to your day job, try a sea-shanty!
Look over there boys, the Seahorses, I hear they work for LYFT
Harry, how’s business, break for some sushi? California Roll, a gift
You may wanna giddy up, plenty of shrimp crawling beneath you
I know how much the Seahorse love to munch crustaceans too
"Shrimp—cockroaches of the sea! Not a kosher food"
Okay GW, what do you eat, my friend, set the mood
Gefilte fish recipe; grind the salmon, red snapper, codfish,
Onions, carrots, add eggs, sugar, salt, white pepper, in a dish
Stir in ice water, add matzo meal and chop, boil, voila, gefilte fish!
To the right of us, why it’s Lady L, my, she is swell
Small crabs on her menu, anything in the sand that dwell
Blowfish is a species that feeds on poison, dangerous to eat
They can’t hunt, they call ‘em puffers, just one puff’s a real treat
Anil, do you believe in sea nymphs on a blue oceanic parade?
Yes, I vision the lovely face of Wendy on the frame of a mermaid
Nil, come on now, aren’t you married, mate
OK, Tom, I’m going home, I won’t be late, I won’t be late
To the right of us the Starfish, greet the ladies of the sea
How they brighten the day, on display, as charming as can be
Pangie, Valsa, Andrea, Paula, Len, Kim, Eve and Gina
I know how you love snails, I bring escargot straight from the Marina
And so, my friends, another lovely day. Join us for our usual Activities and Brunch
6/11/22
Third Place
A Merger With Food Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Natasha L Scragg
I have run three marathon since the break of dawn and have written three songs to humble the dishonest man but all the effort that I have made he still continue the shove dirt in my face. I stood up to him like a cock on a spring and spread out the details all around him, he seems to evade all logics and persist with the idiotic manuscript.
He rants and raves in the sweltering heat and reality plunge him under the blood stained sheet. His phone rang for a couple of seconds and that was the last time we heard of him.
The people gather in the square to celebrate the life of a man that they say was so dear, they say he was the center of the square, a dumb fellow with a promising mind but had a heart that was as salty as river.
His egoistic attributes and his domestic under the cover motion has caused him to sink to the bottom of the ocean and the intimidating look on his face has thrown him out of the entire race and so the sharks had big fish for lunch and the birds reserve the brain marrow for brunch.
The different phases have come and gone and the people have been left to weather the terrible storm. They walked around with clouds on their faces, flip fop slippers on their feet and a misery floating in the deep.
I cannot forget the day when they walk down the road with thick blocks on top of their heads in the blistering heat with no shoes on their feet relying only on courage to pull them along and when they reach their destination they sang a colorful song and suddenly the burden was gone.
I stood on top of the mountain watching malady jumping over the fence dropping residues on the ground and greeting the people with a sadistic frown but the rain came quickly and washed it away and save the city from the tempestuous day.
Suddenly a strange emotion came over me and cast a shadow in the street rooting up trees and tearing down houses. It walked from street to street making peculiar sounds in the breeze, so nature has returned to the dark places and they have finally complete all the phases
The sun came out with a sudden grin and told the people that they have paid dearly for their preposterous sins, and so I wiped the sweat from my face and crossed the bridge and travel a thousand miles to start a brand new phase.
DIVORCE POEM: ALL DONE NO MORE FUN SON
So now is crunch time,
There is no more entertaining any-more Sunday brunch times!
There’s no more listening,...
To your not so funny, so called comedy show lines!
They always have been and always will be, nothing but straight lies!
As I sit and think with absolutely - no really no alcohol inside my drink…
There really was no sober fun times!
We only pretended to be fine, to front in front of your blood line.
They say the apple don't fall far from the tree!
Tell me then, are u really free?
You labeling every one else but thee!
Ooooooooooooo You keep talking bout the DEITY.
When it's your time to come,
HE gonna look at you dead in the eye and say "WHO IS HE?"
Then where will you be? Not around me!
However, I am now and then deemed to be free!
Hehe You see, I love the feeling of free,
Because I actually learned that to be free- it is ONLY ME!
It’s not cause of HE! Or SHE!
OR to any which one of you that associates with me!
You know as much about me as you do the blessings that come from symbolizing a fig tree.
I learned so much from the trinity and each has a purpose.
And it only blesses every HE and every SHE!
Think of a circle and how it is round.
How it can turn a frown upside down.,
Ya JET’S been around!
It's my own fault I'm intrigued by all you fake a** clowns!
I love clowns cause clowns make me laugh.
With math I learned to equal each half, so half can become a whole.
I know DAM WELL NO MAN CAN PROMISE ME MY SOUL!!
His eyes was so cold and with years just waiting, some say now we become old.
But the stories he told began to unfold.
Truth be told it was me and my children, I chose to embrace with a super hold!
U know my favorite color? GUESS NOT! ITS GOLD!
With the gold in my life I developed a hold and chose to caress ever so bold!
That love is unconditional and will never grow old.
But lyin a** men get sold like fools gold for the devil to hold!
All those lies you told is your world to hold .
SO Embrace it! Might be all you know.
Might be a lil scary. That’s why you drop so low!
THE FINAL SEASON HAS AIRED SON-GOODBYE TO THAT OLD SHOW!!!!!!
2015
Thru maritime miles of minions in motion
We hedge our opinions while pledging devotion
To serving the Captain and sharing our smiles
Through barrels of onions and flea-bearing trials
But even the pirates who pose in a rumble
Are learning the merits of those who are humble
The path of our choosing where sinning is pleasure
Is better for losing than winning a treasure
I plunged overboard when I soared off a plank
At the point of a sword and a sore lady's prank
The captain's first mate made her daddy agree
That my fate was a date with the fish in the sea
I knew she was baiting my body at brunch
To catch me in waiting and serve me for lunch
All pirates are worthy to fish and to feast
But no one should make me a dish for a beast
From well on the brink to a splash in the sink
I fell in a flash for a female fink
I knew she was watching me fall in the tank
And laughing discreetly with Daddy to thank
I should have resisted the words that she said
But when she persisted they went to my head
I told her I loved her but so did my mate
Who never returned from his very first date
It seems bloody retching but fatefully true
When somebody fetching is fatal for you
You flee from the danger but fractured you find
That pretty young stranger has captured your mind
You think she is true but you never can tell,
Her saltwater stew is a bitter farewell,
A mob in her keep is the poorest of help,
Who force you to leap in a forest of kelp,
Though mad as an adder I drifted from reach
To bob like a bladder in search of a beach
The Great White beside me was my willing host
To have me for dinner and eat me the most
Then something resembling a storm with a tail
Came surging at me in the form of a whale
I lost my composure and when I passed out
She tossed me all over to sit on her spout
Upon this brave lady who skirted the water
I fled for my life from the ship captain's daughter
She brought me to land on the girth of her blubber
To flip me ashore like a lousy landlubber
From deep in the sea to a seat by a seal
The freedom I keep is a cheap kind of deal
The beach that I sleep on is sunny and hot
So happy to be where my honey is not...
The Stoned Again Blues
[Let me begin by apologizing for the ‘Political Incorrectness’ of this little song… You
see, I was a teenager in the 70’s, a drug addict in the 80’s, and this was written
when Reagan was in the White House, and, well…it seemed like a good idea at the
time! I wrote it on my 12-string guitar, and if I can remember them, I’ll post a
version with the chords filled in…it really is a bouncy little tune!]
I smoked a joint for breakfast, had Bacardi and juice for brunch
I treated myself to some LSD for an early afternoon lunch
Supper consisted of lots of marijuana and a little bit of Chivas on ice
My diet may not be nutritional but it sure makes me feel nice
So come on sing along the stoned again blues
It’s the easiest thing that you’ll ever do
You just smoke what I smoke, drink what I drink yeah and take what I take too
Yes and pretty soon you’ll be stoned again too
A couple of my old friends happened by my way
They walked right in and they sat right down and said what’ll we do today
Well I grabbed my bottle, my trusty bag and a handful of my pills
I said, “ I don’t care what we do I’m just in it for the thrills”
So come on sing along the stoned again blues
It’s the easiest thing that you’ll ever do
You just smoke what I smoke, drink what I drink yeah and take what I take too
Yes and pretty soon you’ll be stoned again too
Well I went to Washington the other day, to talk to Mr. R
I said, “Ronnie what we really need to do is take the whole world to a bar
After a couple of drinks, a little bit of smoke, we’ll all be feeling fine
And I think you’ll find the whole damn world’s in a better state of mind!”
So come on sing along the stoned again blues
It’s the easiest thing that you’ll ever do
You just smoke what I smoke, drink what I drink yeah and take what I take too
Yes and pretty soon you’ll be stoned again too
Yeah come on sing along the stoned again blues
It’s the easiest thing that you’ll ever do
You just smoke what I smoke, drink what I drink yeah and take what I take too
Yes and pretty soon you’ll be singing “The Stoned Again Blues”
Written for the contest “SOMETHING OLD SOMETHING NEW.” My original poem was written in 2017 as an epithalamium. The edit for John Lawless’ contest has become a rhyme.
SOMETHING OLD SOMETHING NEW
1. Something Old
TO LIFE AND WEDDING NIGHT BLISS
To the BRIDE, To the GROOM ~
consumed by blushing love,
ardor of amicable affection.
OH the passion that waits
in your bedroom suite, sweet
Eden’s confection, a mixed elixir,
a tango of crystal turning two into one.
And perhaps the soft music
and the flickering candlelight
will bless your love on this night
in nine months time another life
will further sweeten up your home.
Oh mighty blush, how it stings
your young and innocent cheeks!
A kiss or two will do you good,
bid you goodnight but not adieu.
And you shall wake, all the rosier,
as we all giggle and gather for brunch.
We live through you two, in memories
or hopefulness, feeling your pulse,
beating with the grand affair of your hearts.
May your blessings be greater than your sorrows,
lasting what feels like an eternity. Okay we jest,
and smile between us married couples. Truly,
may you be blessed with gentleness, love,
adventure of bountiful years. In applause,
we lift our overflowing glasses
to the lovely BRIDE and blushing GROOM!
CHEERS!
9/19/2017
Epithalamium
2. Something New
To the bride! To the Groom!
Bless your love-at-first-sight—
Uncovering of angel wings,
Soft music, flickering candlelight,
The bee’s delightful sting.
To the bride! To the groom!
Infused with Eden’s perfection.
Blushing elixir of honey’d room.
Partake of conjugal confection.
Under the Hesperus unfold—
Oh the rapture released - heat
In Winter’s saturant cold.
Buoyant tango betwixt satin sheets.
To the bride! To the groom!
In paradise, two become one.
May a miracle, performed in the womb,
Net you a daughter and son.
May your cornucopia hold passionate fruit.
In reception, our ardor pulse spreads.
Celebration lifts with joyous flutes.
Excitement reigns - our kingdoms wed.
9/30/2021
Rhyme
The fat director in his piggy mien
Sitting in opulent oval office,
Wearing costly French suit
A delicate silk bow tie,
While the buttons are straining to keep
The belly from bursting out,
In performing callisthenic of the bulge.
Telephone rag, he lifted two of several
Dropped and picked with Havana stuck to his pout
And spoke rapidly with cheek dancing:
I want them in my piggy bank
I want the whole, as my piggy position is concern,
I will take seventy five per cent of the piggy taken
Forget about them,
Leave the piggy bubble project uncompleted
I will meet you for a brunch,
Masses rendered impotent, swallowed and wolves down
By the pig and his henchmen
Raining down hardship and flooded hopelessness,
Wiping up suffering and slashing death,
They fed and sold selfishness
And leave many to immeasurable loses,
To wash and watch shame
Inside the sewage of the rich
Presenting dramatic performance of bone to bone,
And starring, the ultimate Warrior Kwashiokor
For nouveau rich spectators applause,
Waifs and beggars begged and flogged more
Expectation refused to manifest in globe
Yet those who have expanded chests came out
To yell protestation but, castrated in their ranks.
The robbed queued in supplication to Almighty
Ears from the nooks of the ghettoes
From the air every blessed hour,
Wailing mulimukun sobbed Allah
That of rabbi baritone Jehovah Rapha
Enough! Prostration to lead infinite frustration
And threw hands up,
And supported the jaws with fragile limbs waiting
Aluta continua! Drummed the repressed voices,
With boundless bundle of fists thrown up
To face the militant ants with all laser weapon
Punctured, battered and marched down
Until the rout were silent;
Real war is not wage on the battlefield
But on a space minute than head of a pin,
World is just a rounder
Which urchins kick about in the streets,
The rule and regulation, don’t bother
Whether pricked by volley
Or pretended thorns hidden all around
When permitting dribbling,
We are fools to the brim.
In the fall of 1803,
The good ship, “The Queen Ann’s Knees”
Sailed out on the bounding seas.
Out of sight of the land
The captain looked grand
As with little ado
He spoke to his crew:
“Men, I’ve nothing to hide!
You all may have noticed how wide
Is that big blue thing outside,
Just over the railing.
So keep this in mind while we’re sailing;
The ocean is deep and mysterious
And can be at times quite serious.
‘Though I’ve sailed on the water
From Crete and Gibraltar
To the Lesser Antilles,
It still always gives me the willies.”
“But to our duty we shall always adhere.
What that is is however not clear.
I had all of our orders,
I thought, in my quarters
That in words quite precise
(In fact really nice!)
Told what to do while afloat;
But I left them at home in my coat.”
“But never mind that, we’ll just play it by ear,
And pretend that there’s nothing to fear.”
And so the ship sailed on
Through storm and through calm
Till the month of December
When he said he remembered,
Using logic deductive,
What the admiral instructed:
Go to the Sandwich Islands
And bring back two Hawaiians.
So they sailed one morn
Around the Horn
And on into Pacific waters
Where thoughts of their daughters
And wives
Helped to keep most of the men alive.
And many and many a year had passed
When the ship returned, broken, demasted,
And its harbor came into view.
What remained of the crew
Went ashore and disported
While to the Admiral the Captain reported.
“My Admiral, as per your instructions,
Through distress and wanton destructions,
Through monsoons and lagoons
And fearsome typhoons,
We sailed Isles of Sandwich
And in sorrow and anguish
We brought back two Hawaiians
From those far distant islands."
“Jolly good!” the Admiral responded,
“But as I recall, before you absconded
Those many long years ago,
I just asked that you go
To the pub down below
And pick up my lunch
(Or was it my brunch?):
A ham sandwich and a Blue Hawaiian.
So, now that you’ve paid your visit,
My bloody lunch, where the hell is it?”