Long Flapjacks Poems

8/9/22

What good if they judge by the color of skin
Got to do better instead of teaching that to kids
Still telling fibs
On either side of the ridge
Yet again another burned bridge
Soul cold like the temperature of...

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...He loked at one and he sighed:
”Wished they still made them like that.”
I said,”I know at least one remains,
if you’re willing to haul a pack.”

Nick didn’t seem at all convinced,
I said,”Trust me when I say,
if...

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Alternately titled: Get out of my head mister chatterbox!

While inside me noggin legions
of monstrous demons abhor
protest being force fed
arcane and obscure
assaying into religious dogma
hence mind chatter goes full bore
thus crafting poem quite a difficult chore,
one...

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Pt. 2
 with her a tray of stack flapjacks, crisp bacon, and a foam cup filled to the rim with apple juice.  I remember that she came once before, and I was glad to...

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I was out walking on a trek
through forested Adirondack hills,
looking for a good place to camp,
to drop my pack and just chill.

It was a weekend excursion,
and I’d already done eight miles,
seeking out the kind of...

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Grab a wooden spoon, and choose a mixing bowl
A breakfast that is piping hot is worth its weight in gold!
You can make them by the dozens, or one or two will do
Make them for your...

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Get out of my head mister chatterbox!

Ransacking treasure trove 
of maximum headroom.

To remedy a fate worse than death
or orange hair oaf becoming 
forty seventh president
or contracting one
of several viral diseases named pox
permeate heavy shut tight...

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Back in nineteen hundred and three
I working with a logging crew,
cutting and limbing mighty trees,
be they hemlock, pine, or spruce.

We worked for the Nowell Paper firm,
in the shades of the Adirondacks,
spent all winter in Camp...

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"Bugger the "Group" mentality. I say burn it up with a revolutionary act, start your own Group. If you didn't exist, there would be no world. You are your own world, your own Cosmos, you...

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Get Out Of My Head Mister Chatterbox!

Upon prima facie first blush
me mind's eye all atwitter,
sans long forgotten
"FAKE" sexual exploits
set mum (chrysos anthem) all aglitter,

boot like short order cook I hapt tubby
quickly realized trumpeting collusion,
a near...

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Fearless flames licking the night
as the glow flickers fire in their eyes
ah the tales round campfires light
of Sasquatch shadows and cougars demise

When sleepily those embers to ash burn down
like marshmallows slipping to the ground
lanterns cast...

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I fly on wing of song.
Twenty-three miles out of Atlanta
soaring like an eagle traveling from DC
thirty-six thousand miles high
Fly, fly away
Through the blue hues of morning
white fluffiness lie below towards earth
puffy white and gray cotton-like...

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I fly on wing of song.
Twenty-three miles out of Atlanta
soaring like an eagle traveling from DC
thirty-six thousand miles high
Fly, fly away
Through the blue hues of morning
white fluffiness lie below towards earth
puffy white and gray cotton-like...

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Blackberries to me are one of natures fine treasures
Fruit jewels that give many culinary pleasures.
The berries are versatile with nutritional health benefits
And wildlife safe haven under densely grown thickets.

Nature gives plenty for us all to...

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Kublia with his laughing smile
Whoever has food is his best pal
His sad eyes as big as  saucers
Tail wagging anticipating offers
He'll eat whatever you eat
People food is always a special treat
Genghis cautious ears fold back
If...

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TWO COUPLETS ON  “ FLAWLESS  vs  FLAWS “

POEM    1

I had no idea what he meant :
We bought a small  one-roomed unfinished apartment.
He said I was too critical, always...

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Up with the children at seven
For blueberry pancakes and ham.
Flapjacks enough for eleven -
How many will fit in the pan?

Lay out some slices of bread.
Spread with egg salad maybe,
Some tuna and celery for Fred,
And a...

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To Commemorate My 300th Poem Here On The Soup

300 Solomons
300 Beacons
300 Spartans
300 Martyrs

300 Tales Done
300 Threads Spun
300 Heartsongs
300 Touchstones

300 Scheherazade
Only 700 More, GOD
and Wherever YOU Beam Me
10,000 More, Gleam Me

 - - - - -...

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verdant  grasses in a gorgeous April meadow
dew fresh on delicate apple tree blossoms
red buds parade their mystical prettiness
refreshing country air which rejuvenates and revives
daybreak's shy glances peek over the hills
barn standing in as a...

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(This is a fictional poem)

I eat flapjacks every morning and I like them with honey.
But I'm really cheap and I don't like to spend money.
I wanted free honey so I bought a beehive.
One hundred bees...

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The door rings
I look up 
then
back to my eggs and hash browns.

The door rings
I look up
nobody I know,
my first time here
why should I know anyone!
Back to the eggs.

Two sunny-side-up,
the busting of yellow yokes
with a tip...

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Mountains survey checkerboard acreage
  Valleys squint at lonely peaks
A storm is brewing, black nimbus gathering
  Could the earth speak, it would shriek

A forlorn, gray cottage, streaked with the first slants of rain
 ...

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Mist rises from the valley floor

Sunshine peeks over the mountain top

silhouetting the Coopers Hawk
  
soaring in the southern breeze

I sit in my old oak rocking chair

drinking my dark black coffee taking it all in.

Mornings...

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Pancake Batter Bessie
She makes flapjacks so fine
Avoiding corn syrup 
With Tabasco, liver and onions sublime.

We try to stop her 
But she is obtrusive and a ghost
Where we make our own batter 
We hide it with...

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Knick Knack Paddy Whack
Can’t take back a wisecrack
If you wanna be a crackerjack
Earn a greenback from blackjack

Gotta buyback your backpack
Need to blister pack your flapjacks
Evident ebbing of drawbacks
Raises the bar for the sad sacks

The good...

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