Long Cream Poems
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Covered with green wigs.
They are ebony like me.
I saw barely through it,
The forest shields her nakedness.
By disputing others.
An infinite haven of music.
From the sluggish rivers;
I could see Narcissus.
Who would pluck that elegant flower?
Daffodils taste like ice cream in summer.
The sun swims through youth.
We would become stars.
What is at the center of the earth?
A gardeners protects his food.
The sight appeals the mood.
He burns the weed off boundary.
Cheers! To the tools.
The Lord blesses workmanship.
To eject from the universe is death.
Prayers save a soul.
Achilles tells his secret to Hector.
A wise god isolates humanity.
The free choice mammals.
Nosey bags of curiosities.
Destroying to heal.
A virus before cure.
I see resin,
at the tip of a tree.
I see it preserved the star dust wasp.
The amber look on the bug.
I would be preserved.
As sod till gilt-oil.
The morning glows peace.
Silence pulls music.
The birds prepare flight.
These trees bud in summer,
with a readiness of fertility.
They are virgins till then.
My body heats up.
Discovery defends reality.
Materials build a state.
Stalks fight back.
The cool state of gases.
Inhaling the perfumes of green leaves.
I'm on the move.
The sun is heating up.
Three goats smile at me.
Men chase them away.
A surprised guest in town.
The canteen is fruitful.
Mornings are treasures for bricklayers.
My friend, still, asleep.
Dreams wonder us.
We greet casually.
A girl keeps staring.
We just meet.
Serenade sung from the window.
A mistaken agenda.
I hope she listens.
Driving down the winding road.
Stopping for a toad.
Some sand is wet and heavy.
The beach is pretty much free.
Unless you want to get a snack.
From that pretzel shack.
Or maybe an ice cream cone.
Then you can toss a stone.
Which sinks to the bottom instantly.
For the fish to see.
Maybe a crab will pinch your toe.
But it’s still better than snow.
Driving back to the highway.
You’ll need a vacuum cleaner later today.
To clean up all the sand.
You might have gotten a little tanned.
Tomorrow, you have to go back to the office.
You’re just glad relaxing on the beach is your only vice.
Except maybe pretzels and ice cream.
Which revisited you in a dream.
Driving down the winding road.
You don’t miss the crab, but you did like that toad!
I shall refrain
From voicing my political taste
As it varies by occasion
A soft mushy oatmeal
Breakfast
Accompanied by a few
Blushing strawberries
A street vendor hot dog
With relish
And a side of sauerkraut
Washed down with
A finely distilled, purified
Arizona Aquifer water
A “choke and slide” PB&J
On the run
To pick up the grandkids
Fresh fruit and veggies
Of unknown origin
A flavorless meat mime
Of questionable authenticity
Milk, with an expiration date
Longer than mine
Dessert
The hope of the day
Soft, chewy, warmth
Draped in a whipped cream robe
Delivered
To another table.
I gave up years ago
I just never quit.
Y’know, as in stopped
Being who I am.
I had an early revelation
That not everyone would like me
When I realized that I didn’t like everybody.
Thus, I endeavored to solve the dilemma
By just being me with all of them
It worked, well….a little anyway
As some who didn’t like me
Began to like me
That forever “equal and opposite” rule
Evened things out.
I believe I am a funny guy
Alas, not all agree with this assessment
Some say that I go too far
Others hope I never return
As I said “I gave up years ago”
But I never quit.
Y’know…blowing bubbles in my chocolate milk
Licking my ice cream bowl
Building things with my mashed potatoes
Splashing in rainy day puddles
I have a funny feeling.
It is all so unappealing.
The dollar's hit the ceiling.
This may send the markets reeling.
If the markets hit the floor,
Paul says we'll all be poor.
Oh, how beastly! What a bore!
But Peter's not so sure:
"Whenever markets crash,
it's time to make a splash,"
and, as Grandma used to say,
"There'll be another day."
It's time for an excursion,
not for worry but diversion.
Who's for cream cakes and tea in Ealing?
Earl Grey or just Darjeeling?
We'll have to mend our fences
and go easy on expenses.
On this may all agree.
It's always time for tea.
The first time I ever made you coffee I
handed it to you, black and just a little burnt.
with apology on my tongue, I said ‘sorry, there’s no cream.’
You, with your long black hair and snow
driven smile replied, with reassurance on your lips,
‘it’s perfect, I prefer it black’
It’s been 6 months, sweet love, and I watched you
making coffee with your short black hair
and the sun shone bright against the cold,
snow driven cream as it slipped into your mug.
And in this moment I am struck by
love’s elasticity. I held your love in a
2 liter carafe, the black coffee steaming.
Yet in an instant you seamlessly hug
the corners of the square cardboard carton
of half and half and I tuck it away in the fridge
door for safe keeping.
DON'T FIGHT IT.....WRITE IT!!
Tantalizing you make it seem
As easy it maybe to gleam
This poor brain is out cream
To come up with a theme
~
I want to be supreme
And let the stream be filled to the brim
But this poor brain is out of cream
To come up with a theme
~
Now give me my husband dear
He is always makes it appear
So easy like putting on footgear
It is just so unclear for it to be sincere
~
Life would be so much easier to be William Shakespeare
From my golden pen onto my paper words would flow and appear
Like honey in a beehive of gold
Inspired poems to be unfold
8/12/2015
Don't get a bug in your butt because I like to eat
So it's none of your business if I can't see my feet
My tee shirt on the line looks like a sheet
While driving, my right hip's in the passenger seat
One serving of ice cream just won't do
So I buy a half gallon, it contains two
I'd tie my laces but I can't reach my shoe
I bought a diet book and I ate that too
Really, I think I should take some weight off soon
When I bend over the neighbor sings Allegheny Moon
When I start breakfast at eight, I finish by noon
When I wear corduroy pants, they play their own tune
I'm sick of TV shows saying I gotta be thin
I'm very well rounded for the shape that I'm in
When I touch my knees I display a horizontal grin
If there's a pie eating contest in town, you know I'd win
Really, I ordered a pizza because pizza is great
I told him to slice it in six because I couldn't eat eight
Really, don't call me names, that's something I hate
But if you call me for dinner, I'll never be late
A flock of large birds
or a fleet of small small planes
is speeding towards me.
NO! It's worse--mosquitoes!
I failed to use repellent!
I grab my swatter.
They slap it away, laughing--
my baseball bat too.
I’ll need a tub of itch cream,
maybe a transfusion.
The females descend
to feast on me; the males watch,*
rendering support
with cheering and clapping.
Next time I’ll use spray with DEET.
*Male mosquitoes do not bite living things; they can only consume sugary
fluids and thus do not bite or suck the blood of humans or animals. This was news to me!
August 21, 2021
entered in the Buggy Tanka Contest
Sponsor: M.L. Kiser
A Pleasurable Life
The things that bring you pleasure
May be experienced one at a time
Or they may be combined
Into one fantastic time frame
To double the pleasure
And double the sheer bliss
The decadence of eating
With the satisfaction of making love
A combination bursting with pleasure
Warm melted chocolate
To be taken in from pleasure spots
Savored while the tongue swirls the chocolate before taking it in
Giving and receiving pleasure
And tasting….richness
Whipped cream or a touch of honey
Foamed up or drizzled will heighten the pleasure
Just a bit…….not too much
Makes the sweet….sweeter
Feeding body AND soul
Double the Delight
Double the Pleasure
The love of music
Blended in with the love
Of love making
Exhileration carried on notes
Moving fast and slow
Swelling and receding
Pianissimo….to make her melt
Slow slow….
Andante...Andante
The way to go...
Then subito
A sudden change of tempo
The element of surprise
Frozando….no escape...no turning back…
Demands of surrender
Fronzando giving way to Rinforzando
Thundering….again and again
A swelling crescendo
Burst of sound and rhythm and light
Reverberations reaching the inner soul
Suspended in time
The symphony of two bodies
In the throes of surreal delight
Forte…forte…forte
An then…..
Then diminuendo….calmando
The labored breathing of love
Receding with the waves
Al niente
Al...Niente
Fading to nothing
Peace….after Pleasure
Double your pleasures
For tomorrow comes with no guarantees
That your eyes will feast
On the celestial stars
Making love to the night
To the symphony of the universe...
So while you can...
Double your Pleasure
Double your Delight
In a double dose of LIFE
Eileen Manassian Ghali