Long Cuties Poems
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" The oven is set on three hundred and fifty degrees;
the box of the Pillsbury Yellow cake is still unopened, for George's sake,
the kids are in the living room munching on cheese,
who's going to make the perfect batter for Ricky's birthday cake? "
" If no one volunteers, turn off your iPods and put them away
and come to the kitchen to give a hand...isn't it somebody's birthday?
It would be nice to see one use the mixer, the other greasing the pan...
how many of your friends have you invited? I hope not more than ten! "
And giggling they exchange words, thinking I don't hear their whispering;
I was a teen once and know how they think, but today they won't be laughing!
Hurry, bake the yellow cake...we have only two hours left, they'll be coming soon!
" Mary set the table, everything must look fantastic! No, don't lick the spoon!
The door suddenly opens...twenty five teens come into view and say, " Surprise! "
Hundred of small balloons are released from their hands...their thrill rises.
" Good Heavens! Who are these kids with faces painted like circus clowns? "
Have you asked them to attend this party? Where are the real guests? "
Silence filled the aroma-filled kitchen as they looked downward with embarrassment,
" Are they here to crush your birthday party, Ricky...if they are they will get
a taste of my dough roller right now! " No, mom...they want to throw my birthday cake into my face! " " Have they told you so? Wait here, Ricky...I'll think of a trick."
" Hi, cuties...are you ready to have a cake fight? " Yeah, " was their answer.
" Let's do it...do you want to hear a big mommy's laughter when your eyes will burn? "
The smallest one in the group yelled, " The birthday cake had better taste good
or your red face will turn yellow! " " Little rascal, you'll churn like butter! "
In a second the whole house became a battleground... they hurled cupcakes,
cookies and candies, but they had forgotten about the cake in the oven.
Smoke came out of their ears and noses... mom laughed when they ran
outside as if they had seen a real ghost, " Run for your lives before my dog attacks! "
Life is a playground, the fun never ends.
Not a care in the world, just run around with your friends.
Doodling on the walls
Playing house with your dolls.
Chasing boys around with cooties
But only those you think are cuties.
A scraped knee covered with a Hello Kitty band aid.
“There’s no monster under your bed, don’t be afraid”
Said Daddy, after a bedtime story.
Suddenly you realize- Dad’s jokes are getting too corny.
Life is an avalanche, no one understands.
Why does nobody get your obsession with this boy band?
Mom is too naggy
Your classmate is too braggy.
Chasing deadlines for essays due weeks ago
Procrastinating,contemplating; you’ve hit an all time low
You’re hungry, but you’re fat.
Each week there’s a new pimple to pick at
“I think he likes you,” whispers your friend.
But you know he only likes you for your backend.
Suddenly, you realize- you’re no longer updated with the latest trends.
Life is an overflowing agenda, it’s nerve racking
Responsibilities and bills just keep stacking.
The baby’s awake at two am again
You blink once, and suddenly he’s ten.
Now you’re Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter bunny all rolled into one
Did you really just make that lame pun?
You realize that you sound just like Mom.
When your son brings home a girl, it’s hard to remain calm.
Your husband finds a gray hair on you
And you can’t help but feel a bit blue.
Suddenly, you realize- you’re sitting at your baby’s wedding pew.
Life is a daydream, you reminisce about the past.
How long did eighty years really last?
Sour moods and achy bones
The children moved out, you are now alone.
Open a photo album, look and see.
“Wow, was that really me?”
The fireplace crackles, the rocking chair creaks
You sit your granddaughter on your lap and pinch her cheeks.
“I had pigtails just like you when I was your age”
Suddenly, you realize- it is now your time to exit the stage.
Form:
OH NO! We're all alone again.
No Master to tell us when
or even what we must do
We're all sad and feelin' blue.
Can someone give us a suggestion,
point us in the right direction
in our search for a new boss?
Without one, we Minions are at a loss.
If anyone can hear our voices
please tell us what are our choices.
Come closer, we won't bite
You won't satisfy our appetite.
Would you help in our search?
Don't tell us to look in a church.
That's not the kind of dominion
to find a new leader for a Minion.
We're not telling you lies.
Are you afraid because of our eyes?
Well, you don't have to frown!
Stop it, or we'll smack you down!
Kevin said, No. It's not good to be bad
like our old masters who were mad.
No more naughty corner for us, boys.
No more evil masters treating us like toys.
We may be little and yellow
but that's no reason to abuse a fellow.
Time to find a good Master.
One who won't make us create disaster.
YES! Let's go tell the other Minions
we've greased our brain pinions.
We'll not be 'impish guys."
Maybe those bananas made Stuart wise.
*********
They're still roaming all about
seeking a Master who isn't a lout.
Good luck, Minions; when you've found the one
keep making silly movies and having fun.
I hope the new Master they find
will be good to them, gentle and kind.
It would end their blue depression
and maybe their naughty acts of aggression.
These days those cuties of a single cell,
sometimes still raise a little bit of hell.
The Minions always make me laugh.
Maybe they'll send me their autograph!
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February 17, 2016
Minion Contest by: Silent One
These days my home is a disaster where no neatness is mastered.
For years I did the spic and span scene for a spouse who notices
only the TV screen and our part alien, completely annoying teens.
I eventually deciphered my efforts made none of them nicer or wiser.
I realized that to remain a cleanliness and organizer striver would sooner than later require I take a daily tranquilizer.
In time, I learned my bed was quite a smart desire and the
art of long naps was my perfect mood equalizer. So, why brood
over other family member's feelings when my own felt nicer.
There was a time when dust bunnies reduced me to shame
but, now they’re just fluffy cuties that I individually name.
Whereas I once frequently behaved like a total grump
because all treated our dining table like the local dump,
I now idly ponder when the pile will style a solid ceiling thump.
Home-nest chores of potential upset-tests no longer interest my
new style, but soaking in the tub attracts my delight worthwhile.
My bathroom has become my private, pampering isle.
Magazines to thoroughly savor, tempt me in a dream-flavored pile.
Within that little room I’m managing a pampering cocoon.
Once upon my stress time, I would be cryin’ over clothes
not ironed and family tried neither soothing or inspiring me.
These days my ironing policy is that such is pure folly
and that only laundered attire need be desired. I no longer
grow vacuum sore ‘cause rooms are too trashed for dirt to hit floors.
I am learning to keep my child-like, spontaneous smile
despite any and all house or family trials.
If in this lesson I succeed, that’s all I really, truly and mostly need.
I wish to live and love centered in a state of relaxed
‘cause that’s where my spic and span are truly at.
pregnant pet
we bet she'll birth us eight
or nine can't wait for pups
we pine experienced
mama no drama
is expected eight cuties
mom's duties halted by milk fever day
three
great
changes
we
would
soon
see
pups indoors
pee-pee
pours
poop
piles
bottle feeding eight needy
squirming tiny
tyrants--but so
adorable while making the house smell
deplorable gotta go
I know
they're hungry.
April 12, 2017
A lot of brothers try to say I'm whack so I told the dj go ahead run it back. I got a couple soldiers with a couple stamps and a bunch of cuties sitting in the back. Had a Minnie Mouse she was Aquarius. So many cuties homie various. All these haters are about to have fit because I'm gonna finish them like I'm Darius. (Mortal Kombat reference) Born and raised from out the G. Became the man on 17th. On my mama ain't no stopping me. I got a bunch of soldiers homie 50 deep. 25 dudes 25 broads. Kick a door while you in your drawers. They don't hesitate. No they never pause. And at the end you'll need more than gause. Hold up pause brother understand. Was born and raised in AfGARYstan. If you cause some strife they will end your life and guarantee they won't care my man. Messing with us better get it right. It's R.I.P. homie. Night night. But I'll conversate first brother.... Syke. When they hit you with the hollows all the soldiers gonna follow. If you try to start a fight then they'll bust you with a bottle. Understand they bipolar if you try them then they'll snap. And if you mess with theirs then they'll pop your cap back. Blue. And they rep the 6 like a Jew. You could try to pray to God but he won't save you. Only got a few seconds so I'm almost through. They just took you in the room homie. Dark Ryu. This not just a game player. Go so dang insane player. Intel the great brain player. Establishing my name player. 17Th. West side. Real thugs that are down to ride. Got big hearts that are full of pride. I'm done homie it's arm and hammer time.
I'm like a cheetah in the boy I'm quick and I'm cold. A young alchemist achieving transmutation of gold. Used to be a sayain power level negative two. Now I'm super sayain. Five hundred million and two. Throwing warp kamehamehas at majin buu. Ergo ie I'm the person you ain't stacking up to. So you can walk around thinking that you got the juice . but meanwhile im just waiting on a zenkai boost. So i can bam. Flash. And get this cash. And revoke what you haters call a gangster's pass. Im a&d ointment and you suckas the rash. I'm Maggiano's and you brothers just diner dash. I'm the 17th survivor. You can call me sire. Above all else I am a provider. Sounds that make you sane. Help to ease the pain. And to everyone who listen and ask for my name. Boy I'm the brain.
Im like an eagle with the flu boy I'm fly and I'm sick. I'm the best out of Gary since Michael age 6. They keep saying that my flows are a little high risk. I said I'll keep going till the money start flowing. To my fans that complained about the delay. I apologize a brother had bills to pay. And you should've never thought that i went away. Cuz a brother had too much spit to say. For example this flow. I'm taking slow. And shed a little light on those who don't know. That when ever i go into my zone. I can spit a cornucopia of metronomes. I'm the man of many styles. Make the cuties smile. And the reason why all of these girls go wild. Dont care bout what you saying. Im in my own lane. And if you didnt catch it imma say it again. Boy I'm the brain.
Halloween is not just for kids...
what about those gorgeous pets
that we snuggle, love, kiss and willfully spoil?
Shouldn't they have their own
special Howlween and Meowween
with treats never tasted in a bright party hall?
I love pets as you all do, and with loving and tender care
I spoil them with warm clothes and matching shoes;
a wool hat and tiny gloves to keep them from frost!
Look at them, aren't they adorable and look sharper
than the less-loved pets that are bored with their blues?
Can you compare a well-groomed one to a scruffy one?
On this coming Halloween, dress up your pets for success,
disregard the dumb looks of certain unintelligent folks,
they never see humor in anyone or anything, and they can't laugh
at these cuties that have a ton of affection on their mellow faces;
what would they do to be patted or be cuddled in their embrace?
They would give them their howleen and neowween for a soft caress!
And on every street people walk their dogs and cats dressed like mine,
what a surprise to watch this parade of adorable pets that look up and smile!
They will never know who was the genius behind all this, but gently and happily they stroll!
So who's to say that Halloween isn't for them? They're like our children who delight our soul!
And on each Halloween night, let them out, and let them do their Howlween and Meowween,
to enjoy the Halloween celebration, but tomorrow they'll not remember where they had been!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Zinnia Grandiflora a golden beauty
Yellow Prairie Coneflower conical cutie
Xerophilous plants designed to survive
Waterlily attached to bottom soil to stay alive
Venus Fly Trap grows wild in marshes
Ulmus grows wild along with birches
Texas Bluebonnet cover fields with hyacinth like joy
Shasta Daisy white and yellow who could ask for more
Rocket Larkspur projecting a backwards spur
Queen Anne's Lace root add to pot and stir
Purple Coneflower helps strengthen the immune system
Oriental Poppies held captive by morn's dew glisten
Nasturtium are symbols of conquest or of charity
Maximilian"s Sunflower withstands weather's serverity
Lemon Balm Mint lovely the citrus scent
Kalmia Carolina reaches to mountain ascent
Johnny Jump-Up a delightful surprise
Indian Blanket Flower a short lived prize
Hollyhock short-lived six to eight foot beauties
Globe Gilia blue clover-like cuties
Foxglove's foxy tubular but poisonous flowers
Evening Primrose has been used for food and medicinal powers
Desert-Marigold a blessing and curse
Chocolate Cosmos fills the air wth scents to nurse
Black-Eyed Susan Rudbeckia a delightful fall addition
Annual Baby's Breath to end a southern garden tradition
Inspired by John Lawless' contest First Ever ZYX Contest
Written: October 10, 2015
A mixture of wildflowers and other flowers and ideas..
Patience is the virtue that will help me
Find a new way to compliment beauty,
Since, as a poet, this is the duty
And the pleasure, that I will do for free.
A variety of people must see
That words can be inspired by cuties,
Who do not react to them too snooty,
But appreciate how they came to be.
Your appreciation earned you this ode,
Therefore making you my poetic guest.
I am bound by the poets moral code,
To present you with nothing but the best.
If you are prepared to carry this load,
I will proceed with composing the rest.
La paciencia es la virtud que me va la ayudar
Encontrar una nueva manera para complementar la belleza
Ya que, como poeta, esto es el
Y el placer que voy a hacer de forma gratuita
Una variedad de personas deber ver
Que las palabras pueden ser inspirados por cuties
Que no reaccionan a ellos tambien esnob
Aunque somos conscientes de como llegaron a
Su reconocimiento que ha ganado esta oda
Por lo tanto haciendo que mi huesped poetica
Me veo obligado por los poetas del codigo moral
Que le molesta con nada pero el mejor
Si usted esta dispuesto a llevar esta carga
Voy a proceder a componer el resto