Long Easter bunny Poems
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though avast percentage
of Stone Temple Pilots, she push peep pulls
viz vernacular speaking population
to most pious take as gospel
every word in religious tomes
their collective soul asylum polestar,
and doth decree important doctrines
with especial accord
equal insignificance applied toward
Judeo-Christian holidays across the board
thus easter tis no exception to the golden rule,
where santa claus reached an a chord
follow auspicious signs alit in the night sky
shaped like a drinking gourd
perhaps amassing plentiful harvests
upon hamlets strewn
across scantily populated Earth
asper cornucopia exhibited secret hoard
sharing plentiful Horn
(and Hard art learned lesson)
to stave off barren ness, ignored
going forward seeding nascent
March Madness with help from Lord
and Tailor as midwife hoot
tended Ville Nova moored
by Wildcat fanatics, who unbelievably
espied heavens cleft asunder
and golden rays poured
while collective spectators loudly screamed
akin to the soundgarden
of ferocious cats roared
witnessed history scored
earning players knighted
with Excalibur sword
thence entire team handed
Taj Mahal shaped award
which aforementioned ass hide lacks, cuz zit
happens tubby April Fool's joke
thus above iterated verses somehow
needs just a little bit of relevance to yoke
thine admitted ambivalent reaction to sports,
yea aye pay figurative toke
hen to Rabbinic, generic fanatic primal
tribal village people clan destine woke
and swinging focus of this poem
back toward Religious perp ported berth
when (sans antiquity) trumpet signaled
thus, any superstitions blew away dearth
when distant shofar heard
in every home and hearth
anticipating arrival of the Easter Bunny,
who brings mirth
and hop poly distributes sweet treats,
which children as grown adults,
no matter necessity for teeth to be removed
the sugary over indulgence wool worth
today thee American Dental Association chastises candy
manufacturers bandying more weight
gaining deadly, debauched, and decadent, trait
then adultery verboten fruit to sate
hash-tagged reprobate.
Christmas Nostalgia
Please give me an old-fashioned Christmas
without all the hype and fanfare.
When the tree and the stockings were put up
just two weeks before would prepare.
Our excitement of then seeing Santa
in a red suit, quite fat and was jolly.
Asking, ‘Had we been good for our parents?’
if yes, he would give us a lolly.
Christmas Eve, we went to bed early
not daring to open our eyes.
For when Santa who climbed down our chimney
if you peeped, there'd be no surprise.
Christmas morning we'd all be together
open gifts Santa left near the tree.
Saw the stockings all filled with small trinkets,
how happy we were with no greed.
Christmas lunch, we sat at the table
ate roast meats and vegetables galore.
Next, came the plum pudding with money
a thrill when we found one or more.
After lunch to the backyard, we’d go then
to play cricket we had such a ball.
The old and the young ones all joined in
when OUT, heard the umpire call.
Now, Christmas begins in October
Christmas carols play loudly in stores.
Skinny Santa's are seen all around us
people rushing in frenzied galore.
The money that's spent now on Christmas
would feed all the poor for a year.
Children’s toys, expensive electronics
simple stockings are no longer here.
'Kris Kringle' is now for our loved ones
what to buy causes headaches with thought!
With the limit that's set rarely followed,
gifts not wanted are so often bought.
Once Christmas festivities finish
we see Easter eggs next on the shelf.
Hot Cross Buns now in stores for the purchase,
Easter Bunny will chase away Elf.
Yes, give me an old-fashioned Christmas
where to gather with families enough.
And a hug, Merry Christmas, is given
without rush then enjoy Christmas lunch
9/22/1983
I drove your shining,Cadillac, Daddy!
The lead car to the cemetery.
A stuffed bear, your Borsalino,
In the August, back window,fino!
You, in the hearse, a few feet behind..
Tears on the, wheel, almost went blind.
Silent pallbearers, waited, white gloved.
Upset was I,.into earth, you'd be shoved.
Priest stands in prayerful solemnity,
Oh,God, take not my Father from me!
Family, friends around the grave stood,
Then, gone, into the silent, earth's hood.
You, who presented me as a debutante.
Beside myself, now, not nonchalant.
You left me to a world,full of want.
For your lost love, I always have sought.
A few days later, I came to sing you, your song.
The one you sang, though many years long!
"Daddy's Little Girl", you sang to me,
When I, was still the star in your tree!
Lyrics
Bobby Burke and Horace Gerlach
1949
" You'e the end of a rainbow, my pot of gold.
You're Daddy's little girl, to have and hold.
A precious gem, is what you are!
You're Mommy's bright and shining star.
You're the Spirit of Christmas, our Star on
the tree.
You're the Easter Bunny to Mommy and me!
You're sugar, you're spice, you are everything nice...
And you're Daddy's little girl!"
"""""""""""""
Song is also on. You Tube
Still love you, Daddy!
Panagiota's First Elegy
Dedicated to you, Dad!
Poison is very real but in no way would I drink it to make my day.
Real or may, the Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny and Santa Claus are here to stay!
Na-na-na-na-na!!!
© Joseph, 11/11/07
© All Rights Reserved
Don’t spoil the fun. These are my buddies from way back, they are still my A-
Team, and will continue to be for a long, long time to come and they are very
real! Epigram is derived from the Greek word “epigramma”
meaning “inscription.” The epigram is short, satiric, humorous, and witty. It used
at times to express social criticism or political satire, and is often written as a
single rhyming couplet.
I think the suspect has been found
I'm a witness to the dirty deed
Our eggs are smashed and jellybeans
are scattered now for birds and bees
I stepped into the frigid air
To gather up the morning news
A long eared rabbit startled me
A maverick rascal running fast
One last dash across the lawn
In his mouth a carrot's crown
Old Man Brown was on the loose!
Made no excuse, for running down
That rascal rabbit having fun,
found in the garden's carrot patch
snatching carrots one by one!
He thinks he's done that rabbit in,
now sittin' in the county jail
Mr. Brown is hoppin' mad,
waiting for his bunny trial
The Easter bunny "possem played", is still hoppin' down the bunny trail
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For Lisa Cooper's Contest: Clue 3/17/13
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There once was a squirrel who wanted to be a bunny,
He dyed Easter eggs pastel and, oh so yummy.
His name was Eddie, quick as DoorDash*
And wore pink fluffy ears quite brash.
He hopped around, called himself Sunny.
But his hops proved a farcical fail,
His acrobatics turned tails pale~
He stored nuts in his cheeks,
And developed a twitchy mystique.
‘cause he drank too much Easter-themed ale!
*DoorDash is an online food delivery service that allows customers to order meals from local restaurants through its app or website, with drivers delivering the food directly to their location. It also offers additional services like grocery and retail delivery.(Source: Wikipedia.com)
She sat, caressing her tiny gold cross.
Then, a swift bullet, and into heaven,
With Angel’s wings, she had crossed.
Her Easter Bunny, does not know yet,
That she won’t hold him again, so he
Sleeps in peace and does not fret.
Her precious dolls, sit in her buggy.
Totally unaware, they will never be hugged.
This sad afternoon, by their little mommy.
Her parents’ hearts torn to shreds.
They embrace and weep, oh,my God!
Our sweetest angel, lost, forever dead.
Then her Kitty, whom she named, Jello.
Leaps on their laps, purring and soft.
Even his warmth, cannot make them mellow.
Easter with the Lord, her very first one!
And people ready to care for her.
Au Revoir, your sparkling wings,in the sun!
3/29/2023
I love chocolate, all sorts of chocolate,
The darker and browner the better.
I love it like the Greek love their bread,
When their bread is covered in Feta.
A shout out to Cadbury and Nestle,
The companies making our dreams come true.
Making everything chocolate: cookies, cakes, and bars,
And even making chocolate shampoo.
Some say chocolate’s a medicine, a type of food group,
To others it’s a lifestyle choice.
I say chocolate gives everyone a serious reason to smile,
A serious reason to rejoice.
It makes us feel happy when sad, confident when not,
Forgetting all our troubles and woes.
It makes us feel delighted, ecstatic, perky and tickled,
From our head right down to our toes.
And the best time of year, every single year,
The Easter Bunny hops around quiet as a mouse.
He’ll be here soon, leaving hundreds and thousands of eggs,
Eggs made of chocolate all over the house.
Presents were hiding in my Mommy’s room
Each and every one of them I saw
Appeared underneath the Christmas tree
Saying they were all from Santa Claus
I smelled the cookies on Dad’s breathe
And one night I saw it for myself
When he thought that I was sleeping
Dad put that elf up on the shelf
They may think that I don’t know
But the lies to me are clear
Santa Claus has been so busy
He hired my folks to help this year
Don’t worry, I’ll stay quiet
Their secret is safe with me
How Santa got to them my Christmas list
Is the only unsolved mystery
Maybe next year, I’ll help Santa
And get the presents for Mom and Dad
I’ll keep a close eye on them all year long
Making sure that they aren’t bad
And I’ll pretend that I saw Santa
And say I saw Rudolph’s nose shining real bright
It seems so very important to the both of them
That I think they went to sleep with me that night
And Santa, I understand
You’ve got lots of kids to see
So I whole heartedly endorse your policy
Of employing my Dad and my Mommy
Now I am wondering about that other guy
Wouldn’t that one be real funny
If Mommy and Dad were also hired
To help the Easter Bunny
Not A Poem But A Thank You
Hello All. I'm sorry if I am late in responding to any review. I truly want to take this time to thank you all for such generosity and grace. Honestly. Never do I take it lightly when someone enters my page. With this being said, since joining almost two months now it has been an honor and privilege reading your work. It is also wonderful being in the same membership. The level of talent is marvelous and so are your poetic expressions. Be proud of your work and style.
Please do not feel the need to respond to this as I know it isn't a poem or in any poetic fashion. I just wanted to say thank you.
Have a wonderful holiday weekend. To all those who celebrate and recognize Easter allow me to say Happy Easter. May the Easter Bunny be good to you and find you.
Once again, I'm sorry for any late response and replies I didn't want anyone to think I was being rude disrespectful or forgetful. I will catch up with everything on Monday.
Thank you
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