Long Donuts Poems
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Pedestal tables: above a bright light.
Pedestal tables: a glow of soft white.
Scattered though even gracefuly bloom.
Elegant tables around a great room.
Chairs on their precipice
tucked to their tables.
Pensive and inclined
like horses in their stables.
Plants Hanging poignant;
green and cut back.
Filling a ballroom
with quaint and with smack.
Off to one side
an encasement of donuts.
Monitors, tv's
and ads for us grownups.
Muffins and cookies
that brown to a gloss.
Baked at three-fifty
and checked by the boss.
Pots of black cofffee
served fresh by the minutes.
Enough for us all.
Right up to the kibitz.
Brown peaked hats
adorn those who beam.
The men and the women.
of The Tim Horton's Team.
Warm buttery flakey croissants with almond filling,
Homemade sugar-laden donuts, hot out of the frying vat,
German chocolate cake with loads of scrumptious sweet coconut,
Sweetened graham cracker crust key lime pie with a sprig garnish,
Peanut butter cookies, oozing with chocolate morsels,
Grandma’s sugar mints, in pinks and greens, pretty enough for a wedding,
Delicious apple cobbler, crisscrossed with cinnamon and sugar crust,
I salivate my feelings toward these favorite foods.
You may keep your vegetables and your fruits, your seafood and your chicken.
The only vegetable I want is mashed potatoes, and please do not ruin it with garlic.
Instead, stir it into a giant vat of butter, so much you have to re-heat it.
Your beef can wander down by the barn and sit on a stump for all I care.
Unless I am in the mood to make my famous meatloaf with the diabetic-coma-brown-sugar topping.
It will knock me out in seconds, and I am re-thinking the vegetables.
I would like a big cob of Iowa sweet corn that has been bathing in butter for a week.
With so much salt and pepper, most people would turn their noses up.
I am a food connoisseur; can you tell?
Bagels have holes in, my garden has moles in
Some teeth have gold in and some text has bold in
Teeth, moles and text is a song no one sings
But holes must be some of my favourite things
Donuts have holes in, the ocean has shoals in
I’ve got a door that is letting the cold in
Seas, fish and doors to my life no joy brings
But holes must be some of my favourite things
Swiss cheese has holes in, a toy box has dolls in
It seems my TikTok has got many trolls in
Tik Tok, trolls and dolls do not give me wings
But holes must be some of my favourite things
When I get dirt
On a new shirt
Or when I’ve been had
I think about holes and the joy each one brings
And then I know I’m……. not mad
My hand was unhurried, I typed this unworried
Had I been fearful, I might well have scurried
But I shall accept any flak that it brings
When I say that holes are my favourite things
I secretly hope that I’ve driven you nutty
You only read this cos it might be smutty
Yet sometimes a writer has tongue-in-cheek goals
But I truly love to suck mints that have holes
I call them Polos; you call them Lifesavers
Mints that have holes in and candies; five flavours
When I feel nervous or fear what life brings
Those holes must be one of my favourite things
When I get dirt
On a new shirt
Or when I’ve been had
I think about holes and the joy each one brings
And then I know I’m……..
…………..
Not mad!
If only I could be five once more
With all the knowledge en wisdoms from distant shores
Oh what a time I would have
At only five, I would be a devilish lad
I would file tax returns just for fun
Only because I have no income
I would say five million I make
What do you think will be your take?
Let em collect from a five year old
The IRS would they be so bold?
Sure they would try, that I know
My name I would say is old Al Gore
I would eat ice cream all day
If mum said stop! Id say no way!!!!
I am only five once in a lifetime they say
So ice-cream is my right!!! For that I will fight!
I would eat cookies as meals
I am only five and not fat at all
I would eat all day and eat all night
Who the hell cares, I’ll be alright
I would fly to Las Vegas
And place bets on number five
I would date cocktail ladies
I show them five is alive
I would change my name
To Alice Cooper
And behead a few chickens
Just to be cool and scare off a few wiccans
I would buy me a bike a boat and a plane
So I could travel like Hefner and act insane
I'd have playboy bunnies, all wrapped in chocolate
Fantasies and dreams, I would swagger and strut
I would drink whiskey with cool aide cause I am only five
Happy hours I would have with hookers in dives
I would have a fake beard, so I appear six
I would listen to rock all night, ending with Styx
Donuts and Pizza, would be my daily fair
Hangovers and Playboy bunnies, why I know you’d all stare
Oh how evil I would be at this tender young age
Smoking cigars and playing the sage
Id rob me a bank for a million dollars
And spend it on Nintendo as I laugh and I holler
No way they would put a five year old in jail
Who cares anyways, you’d know I’d make bail!
Cause I would be only five
SERGEANT COOPER AND OFFICER HOUND
Cooper was a trooper
Who was a Sergeant?
He had a dog that ate all his donuts
While on the beat, those busy streets
Officer Hound, (the dog)
Left his poop on the ground
Alas! Poor Sergeant Cooper
Had to use a new pooper-scooper
9/18/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
We have this wonderful relationship with our neighbors
who live next to us on our street….
We bring food over to each other…usually something sweet.
The other day we brought them an apple pie…(as PI day was the date)
The next morning they reciprocated with 4 donuts on a plate.
But Deborah was still sleeping…
and I thought…these donuts look good…so selfishly
I ate one of the 4 donuts thinking…
I’ll tell Deborah they only gave us 3.
Of course Deborah will never believe
they brought us an odd number of donuts
No that little lie wouldn’t do…
So I ate a second donut thinking…
I’ll tell Deborah they only brought 2.
2 donuts, however, made the plate look half empty…
I’ll be the first to admit.
So I ate another donut thinking…
I’ll tell Deborah they brought 1…for us to split.
But Deborah knows our neighbors are more generous than that…
So…forgetting about my weight
I ate the final donut leaving nothing but an empty plate.
When Deborah finally woke up…
with no way to explain a behavior…so un-redeeming…
I thought I could either confess to my 4 sins…
or convince her…she is dreaming.
So from the dog house I am writing this poem
Deborah’s words to me would need a little mincing…
Suffice it to say…in telling her she was dreaming…I was not too convincing.
It could be my delivery was poor…or my sincerity was weak
but I’m betting it was the remnants of the donuts still clinging to my cheek.
There once was a robin who flew
somewhat strangely down my chimney flue.
When I asked if she missed
due to morn's heavy mist,
she said, "That, plus I'm fighting the flu".
Unhappy with how much I weigh,
for a long time I searched for a way
to get rid of some weight.
This was well worth the wait:
to fruit smoothies I add powdered whey!
She prays to her Father most holy,
while adoring His worthiness wholly.
For long hours she'll kneel
by her new husband, Neil.
So that's why both their pants are so holey.
Though he couldn't look me in the eye,
the cupcake thief said, "It is I".
When I asked, "So you ate
every one of the eight?"
With a fierce stomach ache he said, "aye".
A new singer has come to the fore
though I honestly don't know what for.
Her light dimly has shone
(as her critics have shown) -
her "cringe" songs I could name three or four.
This poet tells bad jokes (puns, too)
every minute he'll tell one or two.
Now this half-funny bard
from all bars is now barred
till his victims who passed out come to.
My sailboat I towed down the road
to the bay; at the helm my son rode.
But no breezes were seen
at the smooth-as-glass scene -
to our destination we both rowed!
Twelve donuts I opted to buy,
as I nibbled on them by and by.
Now they're gone - who knows where
(my new pants I can't wear)
With this mystery I'll sign off. Bye!
//Homophones - two words sounding the same but with different meanings //
Written 26 Oct 2022
Why is it that we have so many names for cops?
Policeman. Pig. Law Enforcement Officer?
Now that ones a real laugh.
Who is it? Why is it? How is it?
These quasi Nazi Neanderthal’s get to break
any law they please? Throwing us in jail...
What are we doing?
What warped, wasp, principle
dictates to us, the populous.
What angst allows us to submit?
Intellect, the nemesis of all,
neither sex, race, creed nor national origin determine it?
Yet, too much of it makes ones suitability
for law enforcement dubious.
Sometimes I wonder...
Wouldn’t it be more economically viable
amidst this capitalistic crap
for the small towns and cities alike
to purchase donut franchises
and save citizen's cents for the library?
Ah, YES!
After all, then the politicans and the FORCE
Can harasses drop out drop- ins
And dip donuts in a more cost-effective manner.
Contest: Behind Bars Blue
Thousands of people know us, but we don’t know them.
It’s kind of nice to be known, but not quite recognized.
We have the kind of job that keeps us well hidden.
When people see us is in person, they may be surprised.
Early in the morning is the most fun for us.
That’s when we tend to be at our absolute best.
Several donuts and lots of coffee are a must.
With so much to prepare, it’s hard to get any rest.
The first thing to do in turn on the microphone,
Then run through the checklist of the day’s events.
We record a few promos while we’re in here alone.
It’s good the days of clear tape were way back when.
We make a few mistakes…no one said this was easy.
But once we lay it down, no one will ever know.
When we open up the phone lines, it gets quite busy.
We’re still not sure why people listen to our show.
We may forget that there are listeners out there.
Most of the things we talk about are just for us.
It’s amazing what people will say when on the air.
We have our hand on the buzzer in case they cuss.
Every now and then, we’ll give you a traffic report,
Or maybe tell you a little bit about the weather.
Some people call us to see what’s up with sports,
But most of the time, it’s just me and my partner.
Some days we go out and about through the town
For a chance to give away prizes and meet our fans.
Most of you people are either stalkers or clowns.
You scare the hell out of us, so we hide in the van.
Back in the studio, we’re safe from your point of view.
We’re here mostly for our own enjoyment and fun.
Just listen to our witty banter and be amused.
We know you’re a prize pig and you’re not the only one.
7/28/22
Way off in dream land
Excuse me, if I seem sad
As well as happen to be mad
Still, got it done with my free hand
Despite there being little if any peace had
Problems minimized or growing fast
In person or going off a photograph
Most quick to let go with no holding back
Regardless of if they know the half
Give me a ton of room
As I live free under sun and moon
They think that I'm just a goon
Always they judge much too soon
Fast to call me dumb and rude
Yet you wonder why others come unglued
In the future will there be much water and abundant food?
Time I deliver crushing news
This is something true
You'll just be another one to lose
If you never ing move
Regardless of having on running shoes
Instead of cutting loose
Ready to handle what ensues
Never once had trust in fools
Often relied on clutching tools
Learning just about nothing in schools
Despite all the cues
Would you see a bigger picture with any clues
Do what you choose
Ya'll so easily amused
Following the same old ruse
Like me and booze
For awhile I was confused
Continuing to snooze
Until I started to muse
Then took a cruise
Barefoot or with shoes
Eventually it started to fuse
After paying my dues
Reactive over most stuff
People quick to disclose much
Know what
For the longest time I always gave no s
I had to grow up
Instead of doing donuts
Close and far from a snow hut
Risking it all, relying on my own luck
Often could've led to death from a misstep the throat cut
Yo cuz
Close and far from a rose bud
Never hit a home run
Died beside a blood soaked gun
In a pool of his own blood
Over a feud that was so dumb
After living a life where he wanted it, but got no love