Long Eat Poems
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Turkey, my love, my angel, please run, go hide in the shed.
If the meat grinder finds you, you will surely wind up dead.
Please go, my sweet love, fly and run hard and go fast.
Okay, one tiny kiss, but warning, it may be your last.
I thought you were quite safe, hidden, away from prying eyes.
But those cousins of mine have sniffers that do so surprise.
They love turkeys, of course, but not in the right way.
Okay, one more quick cuddle, but no more foreplay.
One teeny tiny final caress, but then you had best get out of sight.
My Grandpa Pete has a hatchet, and he is clearly not very bright.
He does not know of your smart brain, or your insane love for me.
He does not understand, so go hide in that tree.
I sense the relatives coming up the stairs, loud and clear.
You had best run away, yes, I love you my honey dear.
But it’s time to get going, can you sit on the roof?
When they get here, I will lie. They do not have the proof.
Get away, my dear turkey. Yes, you are the love of my life.
But if you do not get out now, I will have to find a new wife.
So run, my darling, run, my angel, it’s no time to play.
For That horrible day – Thanksgiving, is only three days away!
Made with dough twisted in knots
Pretzels have always been a part
Of carnivals, shows, and fairs
You can find them anywhere
Hot and steamy they taste great
And will never go to waste
Coming in all kinds of flavors
It is so easy to savor
Each and every yummy bite
Morning, noon or even night
You can find them tasting good
Combined with all different foods
Pretzel bread is something new
Invented for me and you
For a new sensation treat
On sandwiches that we eat
Sugared, cinnamon or plain
Can drive anyone insane
Big, sticks, and even bite size
A variety to try
Glazed, buttered, or different dips
So yummy upon your lips
If you can not get them hot
There is a convenient spot
That has bags, boxes, and jars
Of this treat and it's not far
To find a snack section and see
Different brands to instantly
Take home and enjoy as you
Relax with a bowl or two
Smiles from me to you,
making you happy not blue.
Friendship we can praise,
as we enjoy sunny days.
My puppy is tan and small,
she likes to sleep in mommy's shawl.
She loves to play with her ball,
while I play with my doll.
We like to play outside,
where she will run and hide.
I will put her in my doll buggy for a ride,
her smile becomes a mile wide.
Now is it time to go inside,
dinner is ready with chicken that has been fried.
I make funny--did I make you laugh or smile today,
Your eyes light up with a big bright smile-no more gray,
My day's work is now all done-I am off to play.
OF HIS FOE HE SAID
" HIS DESTINY IS DETERMINED
BY THE EVALUATIONS OF HIS TASK'S!"
THE ANALYSIS OF BEING BEST, TO MANUVER
AND OUTWREST THE OPONNET!
THE DIMENSION GUAGED TO MEASURE
INHERENT IN CALULATING
THE REALIGMENTING ENDEAVOR!
THIS IS A POEM FOR THE LOVES OF MY LIFE. WITH LOVE YOUR DARLING FREIND! TO.....
GUS " RUMPALL STYLLSKIN" KALLIO: BOREK" BOSSY" SIMIT:" BIGHAND" "BIGHAND" OVA ESTRUS
REVANI CACIK KUMPIR:
: CANIS "LUPUS" FAMILARIS. "BE GOOD, AND DEVIL WILL CURSE YOU !"
ENTISAPATING WHAT HE'D SAY, DONE TO MAKE HIM LESSER, AND BORING ! BLA, BLA, BLA ! "BASSOON" MOONSONG, AND "SAME STRAP" NANNY, WISH YA'LL A HAPPY BIRTHDAY !
I want a girl that I can meet
Greet
And eat
No wining and dining just straight to the treat
A fit sexy mamma with a J Lo seat
Someone that can do things I never thought of before
One I can scream “Yea baby give me more
Maybe paddle me ass with a boat oar
Then when we finished there’s the door
I want to be satisfied through to the inner core
Left panting helplessly on the floor
One when she leaves I say “Where you going girl?”
This is the intermission between my thrill
I need you until I get my fill
I wanna grind her like corn in my flour mill
So if you know this girl and have the info
Let me know, yours truly, Nympho
I can see the Rays of Hope radiate shine down on me
I can feel the glistening waterfall sprinkling showering
And I see the leaves of the trees following me covering me
I feel caressed even blessed more than anything
I can see the blades of grasses wave at me as I walk by
I can see the Sparrow lighting over there feeding its young, as I become
For I'm illuminated by nature and what is become all of God's creation I Endure
I take care of I Am The Creator's caretaker
As I embark of this holy mission I no longer run I stand still
I see beauty surrounds me as I taste the manna falling down
Baked in Heaven's kitchen I partake of it as I
Eat the Sun
Written by James Edward Lee Sr
July 31 2017©
Tigers laze in midday sun
their very essence shared,
for when they’re caring for their kind
their fangs are seldom bared,
but should a danger threaten those
that tigers hold their own
they’ll give their life to then protect
all those who share their home.
This beast of beauty, strength and power
with independent streak
is emblem of a lifetime’s love
where power is also meek.
A tiger’s heart both fierce and kind
depending on the need
lifts them above all earthly beasts,
brings honour to their breed
Courageous, fearsome, gentle beasts
no other can surpass,
but just remember, it’s their world,
………..and Tigers Don’t Eat Grass!
Ivor G Davies
(7/5 Trochee Form)
Gremlins come out in the night
on cold little feet,
searching through our houses for
places with some heat.
Some nights we do laundry, and
right before we sleep,
our clothes are put in dryers.
That’s when gremlins creep. . .
Creep inside that nice warm place
where we’ve put our clothes.
Then they sort through all our things.
What do you suppose?
Well, they love to find our socks
since their feet are cold!
And they grab a few of them,
or so I’ve been told!
Seeing not too well in dark
as those gremlins do,
they take mismatched socks and leave
us mismatched ones too!
For Paula Swanson's Contest
How Do I Answer That Question:
Why Do Dryers Eat Our Socks?
All cats love fish as we all know,
But Smokey just loved it,
It made quite a show.
My dad went fishing most every week,
And Smokey would wait,
By the door for his treat.
Dad always saved Smokey a nice big fish,
But Smokey kept begging,
To refill his dish.
One day Dad asked him ,"How much can you eat?"
And gave him another,
Just for a treat.
Soon it was gone and the cat was back,
Begging and pleading,
For the fish in Dad's sack.
Time and again Dad gave him another,
And finally asked Mom,
"Has he got a brother?"
"Am I feeding two cats? Where does he put it?
I can't give him more,
He'll make himself sick."
So Daddy refused after five or six fish,
And Smokey decided,
To fill his own dish.
While Dad was busy, quick as a flash,
He snatched up a filet,
And made a mad dash;
But Daddy was quick as the cat it would seem,
And grabbed back the fish,
As the cat made a scream.
Round and around each tugged at his end,
Till at last that poor fish,
In the middle was rend.
The cat ran away with a piece in his mouth,
To hide with his fish,
Somewhere in the house.
Dad had great fun retelling this tale,
Of the great tug of war,
With the cat and fish tail.
CONT from Part 2
Snot Man Blue Part 3
Sick with guilt Snot Man Blue
quit his job there.
Sick with failure he ran away.
He couldn’t face his parents there or anywhere.
He remembered them saying, “If you quit or get fired, DON’T COME HOME! STAY THERE!
DON’T COME BACK NO MATTER
WHAT HAPPENS THERE!”’
He rested in a sunflower field
that didn’t have too many sunflowers to wonder at.
He spotted a barn,
one that was quite fat.
Inside were two hillbilly farmers who took great interest in his slimy, short-sticky outside.
Not too tough like bread on the inside he was.
They could see he was bleary-eyed.
However their warm great feelings
changed to cold and bad. And the thin-as-a-pin
farmer, to his thin-as-a-pin wife, suggested, ‘Why don’t we use him on the farm, Gwyn?’
But before Snot Man Blue, who felt too scared could ask, ‘What job will I be doing?’
the farmers grabbed him.
He thought, ‘Oh what will be their evildoing!’
They drowned him in a trough,
then soaked him until he turned to
liquid that they used
to lubricate their tractors tried and true.
And his human parts they stuck on twigs.
They threw those twigs to their pigs.
THE END