Long Coo Poems
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The trains are always on time
One running north
One running south
On the same track
It makes perfect sense when they collide
Who are we to question business practice
Authority is always right up and down the line
Little Bambi nibbles grass between the rails
Poor thing doesn't understand mass transit
East and West are foreign concepts too
Poor dear only knows north and south directions
And does not question and can not spell
She looks up and down the track for traffic
And gets confused by choo choos actions
Going fast on rails is funny and must be fun
Two steps up and two steps back then crash!
Her final words were whispered
Coo coo ca choo... then Boom!
Bye bye Bambi bye-bye
The trains are always on time
Up and down the line
Authors note: Sadly this tragic event below is a true story that happened this past week end.
*At least two people were killed early Sunday when an Amtrak passenger train collided with a CSX freight train in South Carolina. About 70 people were transported from the scene with injuries, according to the Lexington County Sheriff's Office.The collision occurred about 2:35 a.m. in Cayce, S.C., near Charleston Highway and Pine Ridge Road, authorities said. The Amtrak train was No. 91, traveling between New York and Miami. The Amtrak train's lead engine derailed, as did some passenger cars, an Amtrak statement said.
My only questions are; Why can't they figure out how to have one set of tracks devoted for north bound trains and another set of tracks devoted for south bound trains? Is it really that complicated?
( bassey voice intro's).....signorina, signorina,
is he hypergamy
no, no,
he loves me
he really really loves me
oh signorina,
oh signorina
might i spend my
days loving you
( the malo).....honey, darling, sweetie
love me tomorrow
love me tonight
sweet heart
my darling lady
my signorina
love me tomorrow
(femalo).....no,no,no!
take your rags and leave
i have separated us
now you can leave
( malo).....no,no,no
my darling
i beg ye my lover
i love you now
if we stay together
(musical blurr)
ha, say ye oh lover
might we find reason
to love
then say my lover
find friends who love us
in love
we need one another
we want to be together
let no one separate us
say you'll leave me never
my love
my love
my lover
we are right for each other
love me my lady
say you'll love me forever
Screech, Coo, or Gobble –for contest
The Dove!!
What would we do
in the darkness of icy winter
sit cold and hungry
listen to its inane cooing?
The Eagle!!
The lofty hermit…
soaring above - alone
screeching at the wind
unapproachable aerie dweller.
The Turkey!!
Ah, the delectable turkey
fat thighs of hefty drumsticks
pale white meaty breast
sweet rendezvous at dinner’s plate.
Less handsome – yet
more filling than the dove.
A sensible choice
Eagle vs Turkey
Symbol vs Sustenance
Ideals vs Pragmatism.
10/10/2015
submitted to – 1776: The Eagle, The Dove, or the Turkey? poetry contest
sponsor – Mary Oliver Rotman
Mona Lisa’s crooked smile
on a half-crushed Campbell’s Soup can
Joe Dimaggio reciting his pronouns uneasily
then lowering his batting hand
into a scalding hot cup
of ‘Mr. Coffee’
Where have you gone, Mrs. Robinson?
Where else? to the bathroom
~ Hemorrhoids again
Barney Fife whittling Andy’s image to
sawdust with a rusty pocket-knife
-- contracting tetanus in the process
Andy Warhol grinning madly as the
word ‘culture’ is finally eliminated
from America’s lexicon
~ All hail to pink, plastic flamingoes! ~
They bought a property that was located on a seafront.
It was a beautiful creek that needed a long driveway to gain access to the place where they were going to build.Dong Tao Pollo. the guy siad speaking clearly out of what had been the conversation. Hungry am I, he spoke of food and his desire to end a pointless conversation. "look the damn man, bought the dirt, and needed away to reach it. He wished tto see the creekside shores, but he had know way to reach it. Dozer Man call him up to gain your way to access. What the name of your dirt road, the Dozer Man spoke over the roaring engine. "Brimm Karst Blvd" Where we raise Wagyu Beef. And where we #-D print beautiful things. Dong Tao Pollo, and we plant onions, garlic, herbs and Leeks. Hogs for lard, for crisped up Sweet Potato Croissant Treats. Fruited Drinks with wine and beer might we toast with fluted glass. A party with 15 pounds of noodles, sauces and meats, and vegatables to spretch out the taste and flavor. Chorest me, don't you agree a sweet sorta endeavor.
2/3 cup crown royale
1 cup of pomagranite molassas
1/4 lemon juice
1 Tablespoon of cayeene pepper
1/4 cup of olive oil
4 tablespoons of garlic
5 tablespoons of ground onion
!/3 cup lemongrass
1/3 cup of catsup
5 tablespoons of strawberry preserve