Long Cereal Poems
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Each day we rise from sleep oblivious
to what may play out in daily patterns tedious,
morning coffee or cereal
fades to life less ethereal.
Off to work or off to school
our minds slip into the daily races fueled.
Never a thought or question as to the day's fate
until the moment rises when we're too late.
Too late for a loving hug or that kiss goodbye
when spirits are hurried in the by and by
but someone irrational and angry in a hateful thought
brings chaos to the innocence of youth caught;
The firefall spattered wide and random in its spray
fated to take all our innocence away,
while men in higher places and positions
look down stagnant sorrowful in contrition.
Their views and words so quickly relayed
saying the same repetitive explanations on parade
yet turn blind eyes to the anger of the crowd
who shout and cry at the newest shrouds.
What does it take for common sense solutions
to oppose the profiteering greed pollution
that overwhelms the general average populace
and holds down the real of Washington's disgrace?
Each day we rise from sleep oblivious
to what may play out in daily patterns tedious,
morning coffee or cereal
fades to life less ethereal.
In ghostly dreams the horse will come
And feed on my forbidden cereal
Meant for my recalcitrant healing
That filly came a-prancing stealing
O shrouded mare so misted white
Thou bleakest horse ,this blackest night
Untethered and untied
Noble creature -"NOT"- I cried
A pallid stare through tousled mane
Treads the core of my hidden pain
So obvious now for all to see
My fear complies to jellyfied fragility
Hope drifts lost in catatonic misery
As does my scream in muted agony
Nostrils flared in malarial trembling
Gasps aloud from injurious dreaming
Departing tail of comets flight
Leaves me such a prophetic sight
Listening to poison for days
Kept me in a maze
Like cattle,
I began to graze
On wrong pastures
To hide the torment
and feed on laughter
Nothing about it was funny
Guess who felt like a dummy
Nothing about it was good
All I felt like was misunderstood
It was a tragedy
To battle me
Fear
Tried
To stop my destiny,
Parasitical grip
I started to slip
I didn’t know I was taking a trip
Down the road of the
Destitute
Where men start to shoot
Anyone and everything
Including their arms
And enjoy the
sting
Watching their faces, as they crash
into cereal bowls
Then, their reply is
“I’m tired, that’s all.”
I hear, Zombies are real
and They live on our streets
Yet, we pay them no mind
Some even get beat
When that’s your Son
When that’s your Daughter
When that’s your Best Friend begging for a Quarter
Then, maybe, they won’t be just “Another Waste”
Maybe, you need to look them in the face
And let them know that there is healing and grace
God can use us in the most unusual place.
By Deb and Dane
“You need to eat real greens.” Mom alarm!
The child went for the ‘ucky Charms.
“What? You're eating sugar transformed!”
They don’t grow that on any farm!”
“You need to eat real greens.” Mom said.
Boyo reached for the Charms instead.
“But Ma. The box says it full of vitamins!”
“Better be! It wasn’t laid by hens!”
“That cereal is nothing but sugar, honey.
Companies sell it to makes lots of money.”
“Then, why’d Dad buy it for the house?
Did you plan to feed it to the mouse?”
“You need to eat garden-fresh food.
You know; been told, I’m in NO mood.”
“PLEASE, Ma! Charms and milk won’t cause harm!
Milk does come from a dairy farm”
“’ucky Charms might be a nice snack,
But meals must be nutrition packed.”
“You eat lots of Charms, zap! It seems.
More vitamins than ‘ucky greens!
Three bowls downed were his tasty meal.
Out like a light, he seemed to reel.
(Sugar shock set in, burnt him out.)
He woke SO sick. Was there a doubt?
“We’re going to the Doctor now!
Mother said shouting "Holy Cow!"
He’ll give you a little pink pill.
To cure ALL your rambunctious ills
(Rushed to the doctor for some help.)
Sick as a
dog was this young whelp.
Dad had to pay for ‘ucky Charms
Boyo paid for not eating FARM!
Corps. got paid, pill and cereal.
Doc. got paid insurance by deal.
Round and round so this story goes.
EAT RIGHT and you'll stop THEIR green flow.
As a mom you may wonder
Just what you mean
You clothe me and feed me
And make sure I'm clean
You're there when I cry
And at night when I'm scared
You've sat up with me
Without even a care
You've spent your shoe budget
And never thought twice
To buy me formula, cereal
And puffs made of rice
You've changed many diapers
Though not all have been bad
You know what to do
When I'm tear filled and sad
You'd sacrifice body
Your mind or your soul
To the ends of this world
For me you would go
So whenever you are at the store
Please buy me a toy
I send this message with my love
From your baby boy
Its the arthritic loving hands round the stubborn slipper
a dry kiss in the morn an unshaven face touching mine
the window seat with a view that makes the heart stir
love is many things to many people and that is fine
It can be a single rose, placed gently on the sham
or a smile on the lips that says " I know where you live "
its friends its strangers its blood line members and fam
love is many things to many people and that is fine
Years of belonging to the one that sprinkles the sun
a little cereal, a cup of tea, or so much of his shine
love is an emotion an action, its never on the run
love is many things to many people and that is fine
Two souls that skate around each other for a lifetime
Two hearts that bind together in the solvency of time.
March 15, 2019
No time for breakfast, snatch a cereal bar,
anger at mislaid keys to the car.
He vents his spleen at anything that moves
she dishes out a look that disapproves.
The children eat their toast, their heads kept down
until the door slams as he leaves for town.
Alone, mid-morning, ploughing through the chores
her revery broke with knocking at the door.
Policemen on the step, their faces grim
mouths never moved, but eyes said 'it was him'.
The first of many tears now glazed her cheek,
she crumpled just as they began to speak.
In case it be your last, maybe do this-
start each day with ' I love you' and a kiss.
What do you suppose a star eats for breakfast?
I have always thought that Cheerios make perfect sense
but then again, they must get the flickering just right
I hear a healthy heart is not ideal for bouts of irregular motion
At any rate a breakfast cereal would be in order
there is no shortage of milk in space
as any child could remind you that certain bovines
have a proclivity for hurdling the moon
Nevertheless the question stands
without reasonable means to ascertain an answer
Manages to stir the side of me that
clings to a line of poetry
debates the proper way to walk
listens to the protests of plants cropping up through the cracks in cement
And dares to wonder then
what stars might eat for lunch
I am taking care of my 11-month-old grandson. I love every-minute and he's stolen my heart. I've seen the growth within him with lots of love and affection he gets. He is crawling and into everything. I never realized how many things needed for this small infant.
Car seat or they won't let you leave the hospital without one
As many diapers as you think you'll need
Diaper bag that handles everything you need on the go
Baby changing table, diaper change as quick as you can they get pretty squirmy
Wipes for their sensitive skin
Diaper rash ointment relieves baby's painful rash
Grocery store plastic bags, fantastic for disposing all those stinky diapers
Baby bath tub, there is such a sweet smell of a freshly bathed baby
No tears baby soap
Washcloths
Baby bath towels hooded or non-hooded
Sleepers with buttons and snaps, they are so much easier to put on
Swaddle or baby blankets, wrapped snug arms from wiggling free
Nail clippers, he loves scratching the back of my arms and face
Baby brush
Baby comb
Thermometer
Baby clothes, they'll grow out of it so fast
Socks
Shoes
Bottles
Formula or milk for hungry
Bottle brush
Baby teething ring to relieve sore gums
Baby binkis it tends to calm them when they are not feeding
Baby dishes
Baby spoon
Variety of baby food and cereal
Juices
Highchair
Bibs
A rocking chair to rock and kiss them good night.
Bassinet or Crib
Crib sheets
Toys, age appropriate for learning
Baby walker, fantastic to keep them busy for a little while
Stroller, a must when you walk or shop
Baby proof your whole house, once they start crawling, they are into everything
Camera, time goes so fast you'll want to remember it all.
7/29/2019
A dream worth living for
Born in the image of an unspoiled soul
Newborn stretches it's small limbs
Hungers, cries, crawls, and walks
A new peaceful dawn, a new world unfurled
5/14/2019
Poetry Contest: Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Seeming to decipher,
The count of the sample,
Whether white, red or dead,
It appears, each is ample,
The blood of our lives,
Not the fluid, arterial,
But the beings, among them,
Usurped the toy in your cereal,
Their daily appearance,
At the start of your day,
Then emerging in time,
As the sun went away,
Their cohabitation,
With you, not by choosing,
But the result of divinity,
And the Creator's own musing,
A parent, a sibling,
Those snags of the branches,
All accounting for something,
When relations are stanches,
Unlike other vows,
Ceremonial, contractual,
Once out of the womb,
They are dogma and factual,
Commandments and law,
Reinforce these intentions,
Though no matter or slight,
Ever fades from contention,
Blood is thicker than water,
And universally sold,
Never questioned or doubted,
Whither silent or told,
Then, some days out of many,
When zeal and self,
Decide this is the day,
I want off of the shelf,
The blood test is given,
A puncture of flesh,
Your judgment, by others,
Disregarded as fresh,
The clan, it has spoken,
Based on magisterial virtue,
Eat every last word,
Though it might only hurt you,
But, you are in the know,
Of your first name and surname,
And the choice may preclude,
The outcome of this game,
It is time you stand still,
Concern, only internal,
Which cancels your date,
With the family tribunal,
It's never forever,
The scab always heals,
But, now, it might cover,
Something new to reveal,
The blemish is formed,
Hiding old wound or issue,
It is never the same,
Reinforced by scar tissue,
Hopefully all cells involved,
Can now work together,
Creating new bonds and sealant,
And tougher than leather,
You emerge understood,
By reason or force,
Avoiding all separation,
Death, disaffect or divorce,
There might be some others,
Trials of unknown decree,
With the plaintiffs intact,
Or scouring leftover debris,
You have done what is needed,
And can sigh in relief,
Your resolve and conviction,
Firmly held your belief,
That blood is essential,
It fuels, ignites verve,
And yet until it is tested,
We know not whom it serves,
So, we test, and retest,
Find the vain to extort,
And if too much is drawn,
We can simply abort.
(12/9/01)