Long Jello Poems
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The Colours of Happy
I am the painter of happy
Traveling along life's dark streets
listening for the beat
Feeling hidden colors with my feet
I see the beauty
beyond the dark
I'm floating within this concrete park
leaving my mark
Playing tag with a can of paint
My art is vibrant
I won't settle for faint
What you see as ugly
it truly aint
I'm not afraid of dingy places
I let colours flow outside the lines
My choices are different kinds
Injecting a symphony between life's spaces
Color removing tear drop traces
Grey shades this paint erases
I see possibilities in others faces
Finger painting
or with a brush
I make the concrete blush
Beauty awakened with my touch
I love the power of yellow
If you are down
or feeling mellow
I just might be the right kinda fellow
My flavors are sweet like jello
Within these hands
I wield a rainbow
My tools, stardust and ultra glow
From my bowl
I pour happy on your soul
Until your own light begins to show
Watch me move quick
when others are slow
Wrapping amazing
with a platinum bow
Let me paint you
a different kinda blue
bright skied Technicolor
the perfect one for you
A bubblegum happy kinda chew
Grab life and dance
do what you want to do
Choices many
don't settle for so few
I can paint you
A penny for your thoughts
help you realize just what you've got
Be the dreamer
it will help a lot
Choose exciting
a life that's red hot
Forget Generic
there is more to be got
Let others choose boring
what I offer
can't be store bought
I'll hand you a brush
we can cover more ground
flower squirting
big footed clowns
Spreading happy around
that joyful sound
Multi colored
me and you
Unconventional freedom bound
our happy can astound!
What was lost
its been refound
Time to open these eyes
happy colors surround
You too can see
just have to look around!
Form:
My Love, Eve
Your skin glows like the Apple, blossoms eagerly as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your guitar voice and leaps like a dog at the whisper of your name, Eve.
The evening ascends in on a great parrot wing.
I am calmed by your sock that I carry into the twilight of leafbeams and hold next to my knee.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Valvoline.
As my nostril falls from my monocle, it reminds me of your toenail.
In the hushed, I listen for the last pfrrrrt of the spring.
My heated cerebellum leaps to my stocking. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret mole so that we may saunter as one, cerebellum to cerebellum, in search of the glorious gallbladder-green and spiritual jello of love.
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Data provider, Martin Braun
12/06/2018
Laughter
Laughter knocks on the doors of tragedy selling snake oil.
Its remedy has no cure,
but the symptoms from consuming its liqueur are delightful.
There are all sorts of laughter.
My favorites are the giggle,
a subtle and private revelation of jiggling jello,
and the barrel roll
that takes over everything like a stampede of elephants from a circus.
Whichever laughter you enjoy most,
be it the snort,
the snort with an accidental backfire,
or even a donkey bray,
enjoy a bit of laughter today,
because life is serious,
but it's worth enjoying.
by Martin Braun
October 6, 2023
Is it fair that youth is beauty
That the best we can ever be
Is before we are twenty three
Why can't a wrinkle be sexy
Who says grey hairs are icky
Contact lenses are too tricky
Comfort and ease of eyeglasses
Tri focal eyeglasses
But why, but how, when
Did youth escape and old fogey begin
The burden of life's responsibilities
The worry of offspring indeed
The need for success
The desire to impress
That weather our smooth silky skin
Into worn leather feel rough and thin
Tooth loss and baldness
Nose hairs and body aches
Disease and numbness
Hot flashes and body shakes
Dimming of senses
Enlargement of ears
Shrinking by inches
New things are fears
Tired blood and blue veins
Forgetting whats her name
Corns and bunions
Yelling at them youngins
Jello instead of steak
Maalox replaces milkshakes
Eat dinner at four asleep by nine
Can't believe the speed of time
Is it fair that youth is beauty
Why can't being old be better
Then aches from change of weather
To using a cain instead of raising it
Gumming a steak until you can't spit
Just think how sexy you will be
If you finally reach forty three
Lets change our perspective
Not be so narrowly selective
Enough of the smooth shapely firm
Cute bouncing buns we had and yearn
Let's hear it for the pale faded
Wrinkled saggy way nature made it
Posteriors of the more mature crowd
On second thought without my glasses
Youth is beauty
Enjoy while its yours
As I look you over from top to bottom,
I'm rendered speechless. It feels as if
my arrested eyes are tricking my mind.
You take my breath away; so beautiful!
Your elegance is a treat to behold, my queen.
You look mighty fine, dare I say, more beautiful
than all the colorful gardens I see in spring.
Trust me, Aphrodite's got nothing on you!
You're much more welcoming to the eyes
than blood diamonds gleaming in the sun.
And you wield your sex appeal
with a knife-like precision, my sweet potato pie!
You could make any man's knees
jiggle like Jello; you make mine crumble!
Spin for me now; twirl around slow
like a dervish so I take a peek from the back...
Oh, you got it going on, bae! If only you could see
your silky black hair slowly tumbling down
your shoulder in curls. It's poetry in motion!
Your dangling earrings almost hypnotize me.
I'm looking you all over
and it's almost like I'm meeting you anew!
You look as pretty as your smile, my dear.
Keep that smile on your face that glows
like the moon. Rock on with your bad self!
ALL YOURS (JAN25) (Winner: 1st Place)
Contest Judged: 1/26/2021
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written: 01/24/2021
At home in a zone, peaceful, alone, relaxed to the max
Doing nothing, something, anything, whatever
I flip the channel to “Love It or List It,” Scramble a must, kids talking, syrup on a biscuit
Cheese puffs, tootsie rolls, I live for moments like this
Braless, chillin’ socks on my feet
Prop the pillow, quiet time with God
Writing in my book, thinking, reading before I go to sleep
Sign papers, time ticks on by
On my bed is an umbrella and a brush, so what
Date night not over, get a spoon
Eat a Jello pudding from the fridge in my room
No distractions by phone, that’s called favor
Lights out, prayer time
Life is great
Every night I have a date
sometimes we wish the freedom of sunset's pink clouds
that cross the sky in ribbons
sometimes one urge piles on top of another,
the gathering bounty of spring
like
an urge to run through April rain, overcoming arthritic pain,
an idle wanderer within
an urge to shake off the Blues like Jello loosened from its mold
an urge to spring clean clutter, messy like seaweed draped
over a walrus
an urge to stifle stress that sizzles like bacon frying,
displacing contentment
an urge to flush a slush pile of "to do's" that gag sleep
an urge to watch birds at the feeder, tutored travelers
chattily sharing stories
an urge to inhale the solemnity of church to void
the wounds
of striving
no longer subdued by the clean clasps of cold,
nature nudges newness into empty spaces
for winter leaving lifts the script of cold unforgiving,
like a child reciting rhymes
Poem composed April 17, 2023
Today I was a prisoner in an emergency room for 3 hours,
Quite irritating on a beautiful 67 degree day
When all I wanted to do was Re-plant the flowers I
Planted on Friday but tore out of the ground and put
Inside the house all over the place on Sunday before the freeze.
67 gloriously warm degrees! Of course I wanted to plant
My flowers again.
God knows something about me though and She is not afraid to use it
She knows I will keep working depleting my energies every day in every way until she takes me down hard.
Straight from a stomach cat scan to a hospital room; and by 6;pm
I had grabbed the legs or hands of 5 nurse and 2 doctors by the leg ot
Neck,
Begging for a drink of water, reminding them that I am not too proud to
drink toilet water.
One sassy nurse straightened me up by telling me if they did surgery I would be very sorry to have had a measly fork-tine full of water.
When supper came I downed it with gusto: best beef broth in the whole world, 2 apple juices, 2 teas, and 5 whole cubes of orange jello.
As I finished I stared at the 2 packets of pepper.
Where does the pepper go?
Still starving I sprinkled it on my tongue.
Saying Goodbye
I am bad about saying goodbye.
I hate doing it.
I don't want to do that,
at all, ever!
It makes my heart heavy,
my legs get stiff,
and my arms hang at my sides...
empty... waiting.
But for what?
I don't even know.
I just,
finally wave...
and you go.
Saying hello is better.
Saying I will see you again...
is even okay at times,
and rhymes with jello.
Everyone loves jello.
It is sweet and easy to eat.
Goodbyes are bitter...
and burn,
in turn.
I don't want to say goodbye.
Instead...
Let's just say, hello and go,
and then come back again...
and say hello
and know
that forever is
just a breath away.
We need to remember,
that we are passing by,
and to say hi,
to everyone,
as often as we can.
We need to stand...
up for each other,
and love one another,
until we can not.
She is the eclectic cat lady
Pretty in pink wearing a daisy
You be the judge I think she's crazy
Bobby sock chic her scarf's paisley
One big duffle with many cats inside
she will show them off with the utmost pride
In the bag you can hear them collide
Still they never stray far from her side
When the bag opens it's quite a scene
To my great surprise she has thirteen
Her favorite one his name is Dean
the smallest cat she calls Jelly Bean
As for me I am more of a dog guy
If you smelled her cats you would know why
When the cats see my dogs they sure jump high
Boy oh boy does the fur ever fly
I am the friendly dog loving fellow
My dogs love the sound of my Cello
They sing along while dressed in Yellow
Cat lady smiles while feeding us jello.
For Line Gauthier's "Crazy Cat Lady" Contest. January 2, 2018.
My first poem of the new year.