Long Gum Poems
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Bubblegum is sweet and chewy
Blowing bubbles can get gooey
When it pops inside your hair
Trying to pull it out with care
Doesn't work neither does washing
SO scissors are used for forcing
Out this yummy ooey treat
That every kid loves to eat
Trident and Dentyne caress
Your mouth with a nice freshness
So people aren't scared away
It also helps with tooth decay
Bazooka Joe was really fun
Comics wrapped around the gum
With funny jokes and prize points too
Gifts could be mailed to you
Zebra gum was full of rainbows
Colored bubbles you could blow
Different flavors in each stick
Finding your favorite was the trick
Chicklets are so cute and square
You could take them anywhere
In a box they are protected
The smallest gum that was invented
The best gum came in a pack
Of trading cards you could stack
And trade with all of your friends
Complete collections int eh end
People chew gum everyday
A trend that is here to stay
Being chewed so merrily
A treat that is happi8ly
Part of everybody's world
But please don't be like the girl
Who was acting so stingy
And turned into a blueberry
"Ghost Gum Burns"
Ghost Gum burns
Inside a heart bleeds
lifted by fire tornado turns
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
“My Lovely Jinn” / Johnny Hollow
https://youtu.be/kzXn__UAF0c
1.
Corymbia aparrerinja commonly known as ghost gum, is an evergreen tree that is native to Central Australia. It grows up to 20 metres in height and has smooth, white to cream and pink-tinged bark, which sheds seasonally in thin scales
2.Jinn: Collective Noun
Jinn is an Arabic collective noun deriving from the Semitic root jnn (Arabic), whose primary meaning is "to hide" or "to conceal".
3.Jinn: Genie (Supernatural/Islamic Mythology)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jinn
4. turn.
https://www.thefreedictionary.com/turn
'Tis said that baseball is as American as turkey and punkin pie.
There's nothin' more excitin' than a triple play or a 'homer' on the fly!
Though somewhat distractin' from the game that I am diagnosin',
Are the peculiar mannerisms of the players that I find so engrossin'!
Some hand signals by the manager seem to be downright rude!
When he's nose-to-nose with the ump tryin' to stir up a feud,
He jaws and kicks the turf and dust all about the umpire's shins.
The ump poses with folded arms and just stands there and grins!
A matter that in some quarters is considered a lack of cultivation,
Is the players' chawin' bubble gum creatin' cascades of expectoration!
Spit is liberally used on the players' gloves, bats and hands.
For what purpose I reckon only a seasoned player understands!
The pitcher goes through strange gyrations as he settles on the mound.
He scratches here and there, adjusts his cap and gazes all around,
Then, communicates with the catcher with a subtle nod of his pate,
After they both concur on what tricky ball to deliver o'er the plate!
Before the batter steps up, he adjusts his gloves (into which he spits),
Fiddles with his helmet and bat, all, I suppose to garner better hits.
Maybe bubble gum and spit are necessary for the game - what do I know.
One thing is for sure - those fellers sure do put on a fantastic show!
LAG LIPSTICK & GUM
Once upon a time
Beneath the amber grain
A lady lives her name is
Lizzy bell
A fast fashion pretty lookin princess
Laced in diamonds and rubies and satin dresses
She's a 128 pound and bench press 308
A slick young lady, who never blind dates
A little slow on reversal, but quick to run
Wat's her name, say her name
LAG LIPSTICK & GUM
Lizzy kisses with grit and grace
While chewing gum she kisses barbwire for fun
Lizzy Bell razzle, dazzle champion and quail
Shrimps and giants she's so defiant
Men go one the run
From Lizzy Bell yes they run
LAG LIPSTICK & GUM
12/07/17
by james Edward lee sr.
We are happy about the music,
a Mozart serenade that is not too dangerously deep.
Somewhere in the night
angels are falling off their nightmares,
black horse escaping on an ebbing tide.
Mozart is a skinny youth, his pink bubble gum
is happy, you can tell by the way his tongue pokes
through it, how he snicks the goo through
his front teeth.
Trick cyclists and other men in white tights
hold us spellbound, we beam happily
upturned faces shinning like full moons.
It is good to be radiantly irradiated from doubt,
cajoled by endless bouts of happiness.
The music is remembered as it plays
within the small organic organs of our love.
Good that everything fits now with no sharp edges.
Good to be smoothly functioning
in such a non-challenging way.
A harlequin struts, then bows obsequiously,
we are happy that his triangulated
three pronged hat can ring its little bells.
It is good to stand in the shallow end
and never feel the need to swim, sink or drown.
Good to rely on the orchestrated
dispensing powers that be,
good to be this happiness
measured out in prepackaged cups
for ease of use and no unsightly waste.
The devil is in the very fine print,
nobody reads it, and the Cosmos of All Other Things
snores on. Happily, we sing of he and thee,
run to the television screens for reassurance,
choose only the finest upholstery
to keep us from sagging for another year.
Let the soothing play on
our world is not perfect, but its serenades
are largely happy, and do not hound us out of our joy
like other darker compositions do.
She's like bubble gum
I take her out of the wrapper
Put her in my mouth
Chomp down
It taste good at first
There's no denying that
The taste is wonderful
It's sugary and sweet
There's new touches of sweetness that I can savor
I swoosh it around in my mouth
I blow a big bubble
And I then hear her pop
There's no better sound
Than to hear that pop
It's a thrill
Then after awhile
The taste looses it's sweetness
It becomes a chore
I swoosh it around my mouth
It's seems rudimentary
Not complimentary
I blow a big bubble
It doesn't pop
It lost it's flavor
I then take the bubble gum
Look at it for the last time
Toss it out into the wind
And let someone else step on it
It's that easy
There's more bubble gum to unwrap
Baby out there is thinking what the heck
Is he talking about
She's right
She's still in the wrapper
Freshly minted
Gift wrapped
Waiting to arrive, I bet
Baby out there is thinking what the heck
Is he talking about
She's right
I'm just having fun,
dreaming
connie pachecho
1/14/17
Have Gum; Will Not Travel
Forget it! I am not going five thousand miles just
To be bored and homesick. No.
And what am I supposed to do there, besides go broke?
What am I supposed to be looking at anyway?
Why must I take another banal photo at the Eiffel Tower,
With stupid me jumping into the air there like some fool
Who should know better? Paris is filthy! And everyone is mean.
Just like the people and places back home. No! I will not
Spend ten hours on a cramped jet filled with sneezing nostrils,
One or two of which could be terrorists just waiting to strike,
Ready to hijack the plane and drive it murderously into
something made of indestructible steel,
While my nervous stomach knots up with gaseous explosions,
Ready to strike the air at any moment,
worst than any terrorist contraption imaginable.
No! Forget it. Why would I want to travel to some other country,
Just to be constantly miserable and exhausted all the time?
“Okay, there is Westminster Abbey, and oh,
there’s the Thames River floating on by!
Wow! Now what do we do? Should we get a bite to eat?
And then maybe go back to the hotel and sleep? I am dead!”
Then early the next day we must catch a cramped train to Rome,
Where the people are crazy, just like the people back home,
“Okay, this is gnarly.”
My diarrhea is a cross between black oil and kerosene.
Why am I taking this picture,
another typical shot in front of the Leaning Tower?
Am I doing this to put on social media to show my phony friends
What a fabulous time I am having?!
Why of course. I didn’t spend thousands of dollars,
and endure all this misery,
Not to show off my wonderful times in Europe;
Truly a status symbol I treasure with all my heart,
But detested with all my soul in acquiring it.
In my youth, I made
A bubble gum ball . . .
That over time just got bigger and bigger, usually.
It was sticky icky, just like me.
It splattered perfectly onto the wall . . .
The bubble gum wall!
That over time became a work of Art.
Always getting bigger, usually.
Also, a great filler for holes, I’m told.
It also sticks great on bark, and behold,
The bubble gum tree!
Every childhood should have one.
That tree on the walk to school,
Or in the park next to the playground,
Or next to the community pool.
So everyone can share.
But, if you left your ball at home,
Already passed the wall, missed the tree,
There was always that spot under your desk,
Or perhaps that forgotten tuck behind the ear.
Of course, the cute girl two rows up,
Blew the most wonderful, beautiful bubbles.
And when they’d pop, everyone in class knew.
She’d just smile with sticky all over her face.
I, and every other pubescent male, just wanted to pick it off.
No, lick it off would be more correct.
And chew her gum gum ‘til the end of time.
Though, she, and many of the girls, had their own, very own
Bubble gum box.
I prefer freshly wrapped store-bought gum.
All those artificial flavors and “natural” sugars,
They’re the best! Yum!
Mom always bought us Dental Gum.
She claimed it was good for our teeth.
Though, it’s practically impossible to blow bubbles.
But I was never one to pass up a freebee,
Especially when I was broke, which was most of the time.
In my youth,
I always had gum in my mouth.
And I never needed money to buy my own.
If my pockets were empty (which was most of the time) . . .
There was always the ball, the wall, the tree, or the desk.
A quick check behind the ear, just in case I forgot.
If it got stuck in my hair, then probably not.
I don’t have a box, that’s for girls.
I have something better. . .
A bubble gum world!
nobody on the beach today
but a little girl walking in circles
on the sand
she skips her way to me and asks
me what i am reading
i tell her i am writing a poem
she says 'oh, well can i hear it'
i notice that her voice is froggy
and i ask her if she has a cold
she said no, she has a rare throat
condition and that she just had her
seventh surgery on it
i ask her does it hurt to talk
she smiles at me and says 'only
when there is nothing to talk about'
i laugh and read her what i had written
she clapped and tells me it the few words
were the highlight of her day
i tell her meeting her was mine, and then
suddenly she begins to cry
she tells me she 'lives alone' and then says
'mommy is ashamed of me'
i then ask her why and she says' 'mommy
says the sound of my voice makes me ugly'
i tell her she lights up my life
she sits next to me and rests her head on my lap
still crying lightly
i then wipe away a few of her tears and ask her if she could
have ice cream
she nodded her head in anticipation and disbelief
i ask her what her favorite ice cream flavor is and she
exclaims 'BUBBLE GUM BLUE AND BUBBLE GUM PINK'
we walk down the beach a ways and cross the access to
ice cream place
i tell to get as many scoops as you want and she tells the lady
behind the counter 'four scoops in a cup please'
i lean against the wall and say to myself 'how can you not love
the radiant beauty of this little ray of sunshine'
we end up spending the rest of the day together until i tell her that
the sun was going down and that she needed to get home
she asked if she could stay with me, and i hated to tell her no, but
i do
real life has safety nets unlikable to man, but necessary for survival
i watch her wave sadly and walk away slowly with such depressing hesitation
i almost shed a tear, but i know deep within me that i have to move on
perhaps when i come back here at a later date i will see her smiling face again
however right now, all i can do is pray for her, accept the life that God has created, and let Him decide and do the rest
All kids love bubble gum
So, they made a wish and
The bubble gums magically came to life
And begins to put on a show
There's pink aka pinky
Grape, cherry and strawberry
Pink loves to sing, as she sings
She gets bigger and bigger
And then floats away
And then there's grape, he magical
And loves to dance, when he do
He turns light purple, with small
Bubble gums popping out
Shining beautiful rainbow lights
That flickers quickly, and then
There's cherry, she squeezes
Her eyes tight and makes cherry
Kool-Aid appear, and then
There's strawberry, who loves to twirl
And shoots strawberries everywhere