Long Gelatin Poems
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Witches who snitch were caught slipping eye-of-newt
Into sandwiches of dog es but at first it did not compute.
What kind of a Halloween party is this? Does it have a pedigree?
I would like to join, said the vampire loving bit-Emoji.
The harvest moon brought in ghouls known as gory cheerleaders.
Gravest goon’s music revved up fright, for they are fear-seeders.
Mediocre cats who had not suited their ill-tempered witches
Were relegated outside to grab legs as kids walked past dark ditches.
Dracula had arrived with Frankenstein’s wife at his side;
We all knew there’d be trouble when Frankenstein came inside.
The cheerless, the tearless, the meanest bobbed for apples.
Some of the teen ghouls satisfied snob-hobbing with Snapples.
Leaking all over the floor was a silly un-dead skeleton.
He had been gulping down slime. No wait! It was green gelatin.
The zombies, the owls, the ravens, the gargoyles too.
Admitted it was the best Halloween in year 2022.
1 & 1/2 CUPS OF ALMONDS MINCED
2 CUPS OF MINCED RASAINS
1/3 CUP OF MINCED CHERRIES
1/3 DREID APROCOITS
1 CUP OF COCNUT FLAKES
1 CUP OF SUNFLOWER SEEDS
1 CUP OF CRUSHED DRIED BANANAS
1 CUPS OF YOGORT (PLAIN)
1 CUP OF A PUNGENT GOATS CHEESE
2 CUPS OF CREAMED CHEESE
4 EGG YOLKS
3 TABLESPOONS OF LIME JUICE
1 &1/2 CUPS OF SUGAR
4 TABLESPOONS OF VANILLA EXTRACT
1/3 CUP OF AMARRETTO
1/4 CUP OF ORANGE LIQUER( SOFTEN 5 TABLESPOONS OF GELATIN wITH)
MIX WELL ALLOW TO SIT AND COME TOGETHER (FOR ABOUT ONE HOUR -ROOM TEMPERTURE)
IN A TEFLON MUFFIN PAN, LINE EACH CUP WITH A SWEETENED PIE DOUGH, AND FILL WITH MIXTURE, BAKE FOR ABOUT TRIRTY MINUTES REMOVE FROM OVEN AND ALLOW TO COOL
FOR A SAUCE USE /13 CUP OF RASBERRY JAM
1/2 CUP OF RASBERRY LIQUER
1/4 CUP OF BALSAMIC VINEGAR
BOIL TO A THICKENED REDUCE SACE, ALLOW TO COOL
AND SERVE ON THE PLATE!
It could also be a return to something simple,
a world of closed loops
where kinks and corners weren't invented,
where animals mixed and organelles
slipped through each other,
eating inside each other
within impossible rooms of gelatin.
Out here, we hold the line
cold and fast. We lock and crimp sharp.
The circle is only an ideal we can't match.
The thought comes up
from the tube of body and brain.
And I want to make vows.
Promises give bones to my ameboid nature,
freeze me into a shape. Keep time from
spreading me.
I can imagine leaning back
into someone I can trust,
someone loyal. I would vow first,
pledge allegiance, then
assume it would forever be
the same and equal, a stasis.
Days would pass and pass,
morning first judgements,
afternoon fulfillments,
evening muddled driftings
and slow, graceful nights.
Having a CT Scan in a couple of days
Most likely looking for a brain
Hope they find something that resembles such
Not finding one might be a strain
Might think the Scanner is no longer working
Nothing's showing up on the screen
Came up with an idea for having some fun
Pulled the plug and heard someone scream
“Look at this, this man's missing a brain”
Never in the annuls of medicine
Have they come across this rare phenomenon
His head's filled with stuff like gelatin
Literally ten doctors were quickly summoned
All looked astonished and took notes
Chuckled to myself at the fuss I'd created
TV stations were looking for quotes!
Finally had to tell them of my fun little gig
But most didn't find it too funny
Told me, “Lie down and no more shenanigans
Or the nurse will call your mummy!"
On we go past soda, powder
Crusts and icing, filling, pudding
Evaporated milk and extracts
Color, sprinkles, flakes and what's that?
Jars and boxes, pans, wax paper
Jell-O, yellow gelatin and chocolate
Cakes and cornbread, brownies, muffins
Stuff that's made for stomach stuffin'
But we pass them by and thunder
Down the aisle toward our quarry
Dough in hand and mind, imagination pulsing
Panting, hungry pulses racing
Closing to the shelf that's labeled
Microorganism fabled
Single cell meets single-minded
Suddenly from side we're blinded…
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On the shelf above the paper stating, "Please be kind and taper
Wants to needs and basket only what you need and don't leave lonely
Hearts and minds who're seeking solace
With their dough still in their wallets
Hoarding what is not now needed, just take one, with you we're pleading
"Just in case" is not good reason storing up foodstuff and season
Taking all you see before you, just take one, we now implore you
If we all use common courtesy, we'll all get through this most surely
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But above the shelf and warning there beyond the pastry icing
Empty space and yawning chasm, depth beyond imagination
Spasms of the darkest horror, wracked with rising indignation
Yeast was not there to be found it was not bought and most confounding
Left us shuffling sadly door bound without needed 'gredient in hand
Sour outlook, sour mood, needing one thing for the food which
Must be had for toast or sandwich, avocado, cheese, or Manwich
Leaving us to pine and suffer, relegated for our supper
Dough in wallet, hand on heart
Sourdough must be our part
The heat of summer makes her brain gelatin
The Arizona sun turns her into a skeleton
Time and space she does not put to waste
Really, this poet lady is one of great taste
Iced tea and lemonade in the Arizona sunlight
Create an atmosphere for her that’s just right
Ink just drying on her newly crafted poem
Always ready to rate on the pole of totem
Tall she stands with stature in poet's land
Only doing right waving her magic wand
Leading other poets to higher heights
Lovely readings are on her poetic site
Everyone should look in her poetic bag
What? Jill Martin, you are now tagged!
Comments: Okay Jill, I was tagged by Tamiviolet Manchas. As a result, I have to
pass the tag along. Your name is on the top of the list. Your poetry is just
wonderful! Now, you must find a poet whose poetry you enjoy reading, and tag
that poet with a poem. Man, this is so much fun! Chau!
There once lived a woman made of Jell-O. She jiggled and wiggled
as she walked. Invisible to most she was as clear as a window pane.
She often wore her heart on her sleeve and ended the day with washed
up colors, kind of like gelatin in hot water.
You can only imagine what happened each time it rained. Bit by bit
she would dissolve, all gelatin molecules and no grit.
Her collagen did bind but didn't stick, for often she cooled but rarely
bonded with another. She lacked courage and brave so they named her
Jello-Mellow. She craved sweeteners such as aspartame and sugar,
and when she didn't get the accolades, she got very very sad.
There once lived a lady with vibrant colors who got washed out by life.
She was a Jell-O Jiggler left at the bottom of the pan too long. Cut into more
shapes and sizes then I could remember. She lived in a box and never
got to see the world. Until one day a good soul took her home.
Together they stuck like two Jell-O Jigglers in one heart shaped box. She was kept out of the rain and she lit up like sunshine.
There once was a woman named Jell-O Jiggler, who traded her Jello for
a dollop of ice cream. You can only imagine what happened when it
rained ! Well that is a story for another day, Heh !
The End.
Skipping thoughts across gelatin rings.
Into the reservoir of Lethologica
freezing-mirror- reflecting.
Nothings back to me.
What once was so lucid, liquid transfusive, a free flowing mainline of Offering, conducive to something.
A hopeful seminary seminar.
Priestly Dreams: Turned Cold:
WaxingColdOfPrisonOfShielding
Unseen:PulseStar Bard
Hands:Snatching Shards of Fleeced Gold, of my mind as a drunkard reeling.
I looked to the Sky:
Milking the udder of strange new Principality:As Abductee
Parseic layers onsites-between.
Exposed:Exposing
Themselves:In HiveMind
DemonsTake-AI-Host, Coast to Coast, raping with frequency
The Dark Spectrum:
E Spells:Algorecium
Ghost in the Machine:
Seizing Domain:Leasing Pay for Plug and Play
While Silicon Valley burns
Fires rolling, dancing, caroming pyres of turning man, mid-orgy
Free-Association, only for the initiated, the initialized agenda
Mitigated, pseudo-pre-arbitrated
Alarm set to 1 minute to midnight, alarming, arming Mercenary
LiberalMalefactorial
Mine Crypto ID farming:not arbitrary, quite the Contrary
Derision, division, blurred vision.
Monopolistic-air-intrusion.
From the Dragon of Old
Tele-InPrompt-To-talking point decisions, prepared by The Institute that gives The Institutions asylum and Island screams
In Thunder-Domes beneath Catacombs.
Windows, gateways and corridored rooms become alleyways and byways and by the way...boom
Of trafficking everything dark, everything that can be found in a deal of a backroom or redroom
Mad Max-Headroom meets Terminator meets in the middle,
Of Pentagram
A Witches Platoon on the deserted battlefield of treasonists and the FBook-A-wall
Controllers of the atmosphere, Dune, expand the disband, gasp, sprawl
These dry bones will be awakened soon.
Why wouldn' t you expect it?
Shifting sands, sifting uncover truth.
In fact the Vultures of Man's Desert will Direct It.
DUNE
It was dark...
I was on board
A running mind off the long board
A sleeping mind across the board
A winning mind over a long sword...
I saw children around me
Abducted, crying before me
Crippled, reaching out for me
Worn and disheartened, following me...
On the very same train I'm locked up
Children of innocent faces blotched
Can't imagine how we've all packed up
Can't see any window or door unlatched...
Children of ages five to nine with grime
Teens and adults aged twelve to nineteen
Befuddled and unnourished by torments of time
Soft bodies, bruised and mashed like gelatin...
I started walking inside the cursed train
Children, one by one, followed in pain
Following me like melted candles in chains
Growing up inside the unlitted train that drains...
Then slowly the runaway train stopping and halted.
As I reached the end of the runaway train
Faces of shamed lives wired with strain
An open door swiveling as wind blows the train
A new hope flashing at blown away-train...
Parents longing outside the train are in glisten
Each prisoner of runaway train freed
Me, watching the victims of the stricken
Redeemed and relieved of hearts that bleed...
I woke up... t'was just a dream!
7/8/17
Laughing when others crumble
So very far from trustful
Time I cause you trouble
And make you struggle
Whether or not it makes you humble
A swinging pendulum
I'm being genuine
Here with a second wind
And sudden surge of adrenaline
Come get a taste of your own medicine
Since you're daily regimen
Has been taking advantage of denizens
You'll eventually be food for nature, including pelicans
The outside soft like gelatin
And inside hard because of the skeleton
A world so chaotic and hectic
Catch you when you least expect it
Without a question
Not going to teach you a lesson
Or send you a message
But maybe you'll find out if there is hell and heaven
Or other dimensions
Without talking to a reverend
When shrapnel is imbedded
Or after you are beheaded