Long Champaign Poems
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I was walking through the pineapple row and a thorn stick me on my middle toe, I bend down low to remove it and I almost fell into the ditch, I didn’t know what to do and so I start chanting an unfamiliar tune. It has no rhythm or verse, but it was sufficient to break the curse.
The hidden doctor came from behind the door and the choreographer crawl from underneath the second floor, the pianist was embarrassed to hold up his head they thought that the entire universe was dead; everything was silent around them, and blood was dripping from his hand what on earth is going on? you have to come and do the final dance. It’s called the swing.
Big bright lofty pineapple with ripe colors and succulent smell penetrates the walls and roofs spilling its juice over the place and I open my mouth wide to take it in but I had to go back to where it all begins.
The pineapple field is wide it has thousands of pineapples that is piling up to the sky, the rows are long, the roots are strong, and I want you to help me compose this new song.
The words are simple, and I love your dimples your enigmatic smile has lit up the entire sky, you have brought me to this place to create this song so let’s get together and sing along.
Don’t put too much solitude into it, I want some joy, modern and contemporary sound the twist and the fling and a little of the solemn hymn.
I want you to change that verse and lament on the stolen purse, the pineapple upside down cake is easy to bake, so spread the cake mix into dish and blend the sugar into the butter and whip up the eggs and pour it in.
Place the pineapple slices in the bottom of the tin and pour the mixture in, put it in the oven and make it bake at a temperature of a 350-degree Fahrenheit and when it’s done turn it upside down and place a cherry in the center and send it over to my lover.
She walks with pride through the gate, he has been waiting for her at the door with a bouquet of flower laced in assorted color; he greets her with a kiss, and she smell the flowers and smile and he took her to a neatly dress table and pour Champaign in a glass and he said, “you have come home at last”.
They sat down and stare at each other’s pride and write the final verse with their eyes. We shall be together until we die, and they complete the final song together.
Alone in the dark
Just you and I
Excitement abounding
We use our hands as our eyes
The velvety touch
Of your sweet lips
This flame burns unquenching
It began with a kiss
A moment in time
We wish wouldn't stop
You can't measure love
By the hands of a clock
Unwavering passion
That flows from within
I lust for your body
As we're pressed skin to skin
Exploring each other
As night turns to day
From the sight of your body
My breath goes away
With that look from your eyes
I run my hands through your hair
Kiss the nape of your neck
Then the lobe of your ear
You arch up your back
And exhale with a sigh
As our bodies unite
For the very first time
Through our veins pleasures flow
Like the purest of rains
With ectasy as our guide
We explode like champaign (my substitute for risque line)
Then lie in your arms
Till together we share
Another night full of passion
That can never compare
The crowd pushed me away, but I'll stay positive through it all
Lap up my emotions, animals of sympathy, for I'm your trough
Trying not to lose hope in violent tranquility (peaceful and chaotic circumstances)...endure through these tribulations by finding an escape route...a destination called the Lands of Non-fixated Free-falls (a land of Liberty that results in living life in good hands)
Enough with this flowery language I've written down...enough? No...pursue excellence in all you do and I, too, can take that swift advice! Don't be scared or unprepared of what lies ahead - don't take what I say as fluff (insignificant)
At times, rhyming patterns in poetry can be a rough task...life, in general, isn't always a lose-lose, win-win
So, I bask in complications and I have a huge amount of ideas that nudge at my noggin (pokes at my brain)
Smile for a while and jog the extra mile with me, abiding by your side for eternity and beyond
You're the one that I was fond of once upon a time...I don't mean to be deceiving by my flirtatious ways...straining our once-and-for-all bond...
You need to make an income raise by the honors of overcoming financial issues (by saving and spending, you need an award)
I've been stressing about from day in to day out, but without a doubt, I'm more than happy that I'm not in worst shoes (not in a worse situation that a person may go through)
Surprise my oozing-of-saliva tongue taste buds with your sensuous champaign of championship in heart (give me a taste of your victory)
I'm awkward
I'm absurd
I won't bite...I might not be your type of writing, readers who might read this...
Creativity kisses me in the abstract abyss...
...bewildered by the after-consumption of tainted bliss ~ _ ~
(That part means surprised by something you thought was good, but it turns out bad)
I need to wear an upside down frown
I'm down to be with anyone who can lift me up
I'm done being in the dark about the problems that I can't quite put a finger on...
And a-a-anyways,
I'm, frankly, hopelessly mind-blown
Why do we ask: “can you keep a secret?”
Knowing that if we’re telling them
That we can’t keep a secret.
Explain a black eye
1. I was wrestling with the dog
2. Opening a Champaign Bottle
3. My son and I were re-enacting the sword fight from Peter Pan
Captain Hook lost
4. Looked up when someone said “DUCK!”
5. Answered the alarm clock
You know you’re getting old when…
1. Getting out of the chair takes preparation
2. Dropping the remote makes the show you were watching seem better
3. You can’t find your glasses because you can’t find your glasses
4. You lose arguments with inanimate objects
5. The dog throws the ball for himself
6. The cat changes your litter box
7. You believe your legs have gotten longer or your arms shorter because you cannot get your sox on
8. Falcons are envious of your toe nails
9. You have hope for the next generation because you know how stupid you were as a kid
10. Your kids ask you to watch their kids…and you think..”maybe I didn’t do so bad”
Tonight I plan to go out and enjoy my time
With some folks of mine that love red wine
There is no reason to say where we go
It could be a bar, or maybe my own home.
I just want to steal away somewhere no one cares
And enjoy a glass of wine that all wish to share
I need a small vacation that lets me relax my mind
Just being alone doesn’t let me unwind.
I beg all of you to come and convey this with me
Hello my associates, why are you strangers to be
Come over there is so much to pass around
I want to take your time that was not found.
Maybe a Merlot, a Cabernet, or Burgundy for you
You see I have them all, and they are all very true.
If my home is not good enough, we could go to the bar,
And order a beer or a glass of Champaign which lasts far.
Anyway the night is young and my pallet is still dry
I would walk far to have a group of my kin nearby
No, loneliness is not good enough, today and evermore
My wine awaits me this moment more and more.
At last I heard a drum beating far away
A beautiful melody played a song this way
My friends heard my cry and were marching forth
How I smiled with joy and sang along of course.
The song continued to chant well into the night
With many toasts of happiness crossing the sight
My kin called me a lover of red wine filled with desire
It was a heavenly group that I shared with and admired.
When the moment came to an end
We parted giggling loudly around the bend
My wishes of a night with red wine came true
And all who came and left were not just a few.
Good night I will remember my companions well
You gave me a holiday that I can awake and retell
Farewell and goodbye until we toast another time
My lips are wet now and experienced great wine.
Sometimes when I look up its you I see,
Some days when it’s raining you put a smile on my face,
An angel with wings you come to shield me,
Your beauty is it’s in own class,
The lady of the lake that is blue and pure,
The sunshine that calms the big storm,
It’s so unbelievable that I met you,
you are like
The mine that was never dug,
The hourly class that cannot’t be refueled,
A treasure you hold that I am yet to unveil,
A pillar you stand as one never to fall aside,
Fashion is a class I will give you eight,
If beauty was classified yours is timeless,
your beautiful hair that floats above the air,
Your presence that covers my lonely side,
Like a dove you bring peace to my heart.
Today enjoy my company and time,
On this special anniversary,
Arrive like the living,
Lucky to be by your side,
You have my heart,
As I await you tonight,
Flowering your bed with roses,
Light up the candle in your bedroom,
Pour Champaign in your attic room,
Together we are a team,
Together it is magic,
Your kiss takes away my breath,
Let me curve these sculptures with your name.
All has opened as far as it can today.
A 357 magnum Champaign bottle
brings down a wild boar – clean kill.
Giddiness is inherently fizzy,
dizzy possibly even deadly
we have machines to monitor
how open a person can get
and still live on with those
ever expanding vesicles.
inside them.
Returning to the ‘opening’ theme
the very air has blossomed,
blown itself up and outwards,
and I wonder how far the sky
or an effervescent atom can open
before shooting off
into the heart of a passerby
and if she or he survives
will he or she continue to open
the way a starfish might
in a fluorescent splash of moonlight?
Yet all openings must fray at their edges,
rims and verges fragment,
the circumference cannot hold,
hollow points expand
into multiple exclamation marks,
but when we have opened,
when we have opened all we can
does the wilting then begin
or is there a gun
of a much higher caliber
for us to be fired from?
It's Christmas season, the merriment season
The smell of a fresh season, blooming with love
Christ the reason for the season, a song we always sing
Singing joyously, with tune so high, rhymes so in tune
Fortune favor only the brave, no venture no success
All work without play, makes jack a dull boy
As we sang all day long, creating memories
Fun time, time to party, let's go party
Laughter is medicine, oneness is life source
As we sing aloud, on our way to the club to party
Parting until morning, creating lovely memories
With the love of my life, a love so beautiful just
like a flower; her love is tender, To her wishes
Surrender, surrounded by her love
Come over to my corner, my lover as we sit down
She said to me... That's where I wanna be forever
Always at your corner my lover, without another
From sore to the very middle of the seas, I abide
Never leaving your corner, even when I am a runner
I am a disco dancer, dash dash dash, as the DJ plays
Lovely dancing steps, my baby is so amazing
Pop pop pop, a bottle of Champaign in the air
Sensational loving, slow wine that; my baby moves
As she wine to the beat, with a glass of wine
Slow and steady she smoothly wine, very fast wine
Fun fun fun, oh oh oh party hard the Dj keeps banging it
Welcome to the grand MGM Hotel! Roll out the red carpet and Champaign for everybody!
Today, we have a very special guest. Welcome to the hottest club on earth! No bells no,
whistles, yes indeed, just devilish business in profit and greed.
This place is a stick of dynamite! This place is hot! No bells no whistles yes indeed,
just devilish business for profit and greed.
We got casinos and neon lights. Just place your bets and roll the dice! Winner takes all.
I will pay top dollar for your soul. I got a contract for sale. Let’s make a deal. No
bells no, whistles, yes indeed, just devilish business in profit and greed.
Just sign on the dotted line. Come on, friend, relax. No problems regarding background
checks and picture identification. We have ATMs instant cash availability. The power to do
anything you want. You can live forever, if your soul desires!
All I want is your soul. Sounds like a win, win situation to me? Any problem reading the
small print? Should you hire a lawyer? Absolutely, we have lawyers down here too!
Unfortunately, people in hell, want ice water
His name is Bob and he is a mechanic
He suffers from liver disease
But doesn't panic
He is in need of a transplant
It's very urgent
He hasn't had a drink in seven months
He has a wife and a daughter who just graduated from law school
She offers him some champaign to celebrate n asks if that's cool
He refuses but she insists
He has just one glass then takes a seat
He's been waiting for six months
And today we finally found a donor
He is so excited and his family could not be happier
The tests results show a percentage of alcohol in his bloodstream
And now this changes everything
Today I inform him and his family that he can no longer receive a new liver
Immediately he begins to quiver
He has been placed at the bottom of the list and there's nothing I can do
Some rules just cannot be bent
We should all follow through