Long Lego Poems
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Using Jared Picketts form Monotetra
Dreamt I was a giant last night
running through Lego City height.
Smashing it to pieces with might.
Such a good fight, such a good fight!
At some point city became real.
And the buildings' pain I could feel.
Big giants standing on the hill.
Punching to kill, punching to kill!
Cleaving off huge chunks of red brick.
Asphalt flying but could not stick!
Smashing through walls with a swift kick.
Wanting this lick, wanting this lick.
It was as real or though it seems
smashing through the walls of my dreams,
trying to break free with loud screams.
No justice deems, no justice deems!
My prison walls are very real.
Wish it would help me to appeal.
My soul grows stagnant with no zeal.
To God I kneel, to God I kneel!
Though we live in different worlds
on a Merry-go-round that twirls.
See diff'rent views as life unfurls.
Tears cold as pearls, tears cold as pearls....
Inspired by Jonathan Taylor and Jared Pickett...
A TOUCH OF NOSTALGIA (Fitton Hill Story Group)
When we were little we would all gather our favorite toys – a fireman and ladder, an aircraft carrier and RAF plane, a wooden top and whip, with marbles in the rain.
We’d make our own toys, from shoeboxes and planks, houses and go-carts – whatever we could chance.
The best toys we ever saw were wooden bricks and Meccano, a walking, talking singing doll, Tin Can Alley and Lego. We’d peer at the train-set through the window of the toyshop with a slot outside where your coin would drop.
Our favorite games with friends we’d play. Snakes and ladders, hopscotch, darts on a rainy day, in the house and on the street. Through army games we’d make believe - “Gather the troops, prepare to battle bring your sticks, perfect your Sten Gun rattle!”
I grew up in Bath in the nineteen nineties
wearing short shorts over tighty whities,
while Bath were champions of English Rugby,
a beautiful city farfetched from ugly.
We played on Stilts and had Yo-Yo's,
skateboards with logo's,
Tamagotchi's, Slinkys and Pogo Sticks,
a string tied to sticks for Diablo tricks.
A lot wobbled, we played Wall Ball,
Smarties packets caused trouble.
Political Correctness didn't exist yet,
we wore Reebok, Fila or Hi-Tec.
We had Roller Skates, later Roller Blades,
out on the concrete in the streets we played,
as there were always lots of parking spaces,
space we used for running races.
We played Bulldogs Charge on repeat,
never stopping for the rain or sleet.
We played Wembley, or Heads, Volleys and Beats,
playing in the street our daily treat.
We played Kirby because kirbs were free,
40 40 in, also called Alien,
front gardens were a great WWF ring,
or we'd hit tennis balls tied to string.
Jumpers for goalposts,
or one and a lamppost,
cheated as we'd peek
playing Hide And Seek.
We played Knock Knock Ginger with its hiding,
or we'd get out our bikes and go riding.
We went Garden Hopping, never stopping,
played in the dark after the suns dropping.
We had Master Systems, Mega Drives or Nintendo's,
but were not reliant on technology inside,
we built Lego stadiums, played Subbuteo,
we collected sticker books, Pog's and trading cards with pride.
There was a fuzziness to Radio and TV,
we'd always sneak a peek at Page 3,
we watched films on VHS, played Cassettes or CD's,
or Conkers when they dropped from trees.
We only had four television channels to be flicking,
Saturday mornings were for Live and Kicking.
Bodger and Badger, The Chuckle Brothers, Rosie and Jim,
but you couldn't beata, bit of Blue Peter,
to Neighbours and Home and Away we tuned in.
When home alone emptied living rooms,
played football inside, 2-a-side,
cleaned up damage with brooms,
when parents got home we lied.
I'm proud I grew up in the nineties in Bath,
we had so much fun, so many laughs.
From no other time and place I'd rather be,
so here's to the nineties in the West Country.
A toddlers Crayola masterpiece marks the box
Where the story of our days now tarry
Passages tilting the axis of a bittersweet equinox
As photographs eclipse yesterday and today unvaried
The plans we made for a life
After years of work and worry
Useless installments when your partner dies
The crumbling of everything you once held firmly
Riveted, uprooted with every slide
Scenes of "our time" bring you back to life
I step from earth, you from the sun, for yet another goodbye
And the dam finally collapses behind brave hazel eyes
But not the brokenness your death left behind
Still, though no more than ashes it resides
Like faded photographs etched in the mind
Fanning the embers... one picture at a time
Rage rises, for you left me alone
Without refuge for all life's trials
And our sons fatherless before they were grown
Every step feeling more like a mile
I've grieved so long
And tried to move on
Like river water never looking back
But it's motion sings the the words to our song
Leaving me afraid I'll never belong
Or live out the plan we devised
For all my days my efforts give way
Blundering, burdened and blind
How does one truly recover
When the mate of their soul is no more
Or pass from one realm to yet another
When the walls of your heart no longer have a door?
Frustration builds like Lego towers
toppling to the floor under the weight of the world
Is it grief or something disguised by cowards
When a heart gets stuck from the pain that it's learned?
This ode to a man
Who in covenant took my hand
The marriage equator engraved a permanent mark...
For his death left a total eclipse of my heart
Crazy as a loon
But my God... how I loved you
My eyes fixed upon our favored moon
And I wonder... Do you miss me too?
Anniversaries used to be a joyous accomplishment
Marking years of selfless love made
Now it serves only an acknowledgement
Of a life interrupted by a cruel twist of fate
Of ill trusted hopes
And a future unmade
For us left behind to cope
With memories and photographs fading away
On this the 2nd anniversary...
Of your passing away
In memory of my husband of 25 years
Charley Romani
(My Beloved)
So, you plan on going on a mission to the moon and I hope to see you soon; so, you plan on going on mission to the moon and I will meet you at noon to discuss the plans and your hard-earned ambitions.
You have been working on this for decades with crystal ball, Lego and tennis balls, you must have had a million sketches and a thousand balls, and a giant apparatus covered up in the big hall. When will you unveil it? I hope that everything fits.
The moon triangle is swinging over the sea, the moon triangle will set you free, assemble the pieces together and take it to the upper block and give it all the energy you have got and let it float in thin air.
The moon is earth’s special satellite and it orbit around the world throughout the night with lipstick on its tip and sensor in its guts and its bright light gleaming in the sky looking for a comfortable place to lie.
It passé through the East but nothing is there to compete, it glances at the West and stares at the heavens dancing in its Sunday best and the burnt-out stars have gone to take their rest.
The north is too pompous to accommodate it and the south is filled with doubt but the milder temperature in the south is what destiny is all about. It can land on the side and destiny will abide; it can land on the tips, and you will walk away with the golden dish. Everything never goes according to plan, but your subtle faith will give you the upper hand.
The moon triangles are gliding in the sky covered in craters until it dies, dust and debris covers its core and its hold on gravity Earth’s, is rattling on the shores. It affects the human spirit and sends the fish floating in the sea with an urgent message for thee.
We are going to Mars with a drum and a base guitar we will land on the south and explore the East if there is some doubt, the north is cold, and you must think twice before you venture out. The triangle is in the moon, and I will see you soon.
These are some of my all-time favorite actors
They all have some very important key factors
The reasons behind this have many different ranks
I have to start with the beautiful and talented Tom Hanks
From Turner and Hooch to You’ve Got Mail
Tom Hanks will always be at the top of the scale
He will always be my young celebrity crush
I know he’s ancient now, so hush-hush.
Next, I would have to go with Danny DeVito
He’s like a perfectly made cheesy bean and rice burrito
From Deck The Halls to When In Rome
His exterior may be small, but his smile brings him home
Next up is the all-time silly goose, my man Kevin James
His contagious personality is for real, I ain’t playing games
From Mall Cop to Here Comes The Boom
His everlasting talent never ceases to bloom.
Another one of my favorites is the great Tim Allen
He’s not just a tiny two-liter; he’s the full gallon
From The Santa Clause to Christmas with the Kranks
My love for his talent and dedication never tanks
Jack Black most definitely makes the list
With his personality and talent, how can I resist
From Nacho Libre to Kung Fu Panda
His purpose and ability aren’t just some silly propaganda
I am also a big fan of the hilarious Kevin Hart
Every movie I have seen him in is a work of art
I could go on and on listing my favorite actors forever
But that would be quite a long endeavor
So I’m just gonna pick one more
One that I love and adore
So buckle up and get ready for my final actor
I hope you like comedy movies, because that’s a big factor
Chris Pratt is great and deserves this recognition
Just know I love all of the actors; it’s no competition
From Jurassic World to The Lego Movie
His demeanor and personality will always stay groovy
Like I mentioned before, that was my last one
I could keep going, but that would be no fun
So I hope you enjoyed this little list of rhymes
Feel free to come back and read this a thousand more times
You asked us not to cry when you have passed on
But we do not need handkerchiefs we need storm water drains
May the flash floods of tears irrigate your memory and wishes
To dance on your grave and be happy was your final request
When the funeral director has gone home to his family
We will respect your rebellion and turn over the soil
‘I expect you to wear happy clothes tie dye home-made batik
Hippie gowns and torn jeans covered in ink with messages
Not for the dead but for the living who gather in full colours’
As we write our final farewells onto the cardboard box
You designed for your coffin with crayons finger paint and
The mud of the earth you smile contagiously from inside
‘One flower only per person but you must bring worms
A few butterflies a handful of moths and a couple of rodents
Crack open the container that holds my remains for I must breathe’
It is midnight and a full moon invites kind witches and spells
Of Karma on broom sticks and a bonfire of faithful disbelief
Fireworks are in order because Tom likes to go out with a bang
We sing Hallelujahs ‘Bat out of Hell’ and ‘Stairway to Heaven’
‘Born to be Wild’ ‘Wish you were Here’ ‘Bridge over troubled waters’
Remember that voices aren't mute when they’re encouraged to speak
Sandalwood incense mixes with smell of roasted chestnuts and
Fig jam to honour the Buddha and pink lemonade for chakras
To caress emotional reason as we hand over your torch
‘Adults must play with Lego please’ you decreed ‘Life is a building’
‘Find me a unicorn and fix stick on tattoos of impermanent shine’
‘Adorn you skin with jester’s wisdom and henna or heart blood’
Now that we bid good fortune to the future we will light paper lanterns
Watch the wax melt slowly and the sun to rise for your final departure
We know that you will turn to compost but will watch over our lives
23rd June 2019
Sweet little feet as she walks,
frame petite in the park on the trail.
Slender and small such a doll
with her ever so Betty Davis eyes.
I want your life.... little sticks hold
her long darkly hair, she can't
weigh more over then a fair
sized Dalmatian.
I'll strangle this Vixen....
Yes that's what I said, I'll choke
the life right out of her head...
Yes, and I'll beat her up too
I'll sneak to behind this shrew
and wait for just the right time,
then my hands will take of her life!
Have their ride. muuaahaha
~Uncle fester the band played on...
From the bushes she lifts her nose.
Fresh scent of the morning rose,
Delicate this little bush grows, in the sun
Her fragrance, I know well.
~There's a bee that's come to my arm.
Buzzing humble with the sweetest
little chime, of a bumble. Hi there...
The silence enhanced by your charm,
Gentle breeze come to carry you on.safely
~ I heard your song. Sweet bird.
Taking steps to the Marigolds there.
Fixing sticks in my darkly hair...
And know, they're not wood.
Lovely Little squirrels are at play!
A smile washes through the best day
Near the Great Oak Tree, I say.
Just another beastly moment more
and the foul little girl at my door,
shall know the wrath of me.
My glee is overwhelming, eyes
on fire in my head they're pounding,
maggots eat in my heart and then....
And then. While under the Great Tree.
Beside the Light was a flash, of Three.
Low and to her side she spun these,
Elevation aid the sound of her knees,
Obliteration. Before he could see
The Miss.take he was about to be or...
The Lovely Marigolds she picked
from her layer next she walked the park
and wrote there. About Peace...
The Butterflies return to her hair.
Two. And purrrr said the Kittens there.
~Circle grows a cLover in a Square~
And I'm a Lego.Ninja.Too ;)
And this was just for afun.Ay.Honey ;p smooches!
~She walks on~
Form:
Cock Tales For Two
Sunny Saturday morning and
Mass is over.
Sacrifices were made,
Vestments in hiding,
Cruet of wine is emptied,
by me,
in me,
not down the drain.
Chasuble is hung exposed,
With my name in Magic Marker,
It marks the Mark.
The invitation from the priest is casual,
We’ll go to the beach,
bring some other boys,
burgers after.
All splashing in the waves
Yellow flag today.
White means safe.
Red means danger.
Priestly Hands and arms,
And body weight,
Press me down
Below the brew.
Instinct to struggle,
panic and fear
rinse and repeat
Downpressor, oppressor,
Priestly Teacher of intimidation and fear,
silent warning of,
the real imbalance of power
Father says don’t forget
Store this memory in your duffle bag with your towel
The second wave cums.
A stop at the Banya,
down the street and to the right.
Custom dictates no vestments for this Mass
Just cedar and oak leaves tied together,
on a stem,
like a crucifix on Palm Sunday,
and buckets full of soapy baptismal water.
The priest takes inventory:
? Imbalance of p0wer
? Beach terror memories in place
? Hot and steamy
? Bucket of soapy water
? Naked boy
? No one around
? Just the two of us
Brush of oak leaves,
smooth of hand.
Remember the Mass.
Serve the Mass.
Remember the Master.
Serve the Master.
Remember the power,
To change water into wine.
That trick will come in handy later on.
Years before rehab number one!
It’s more like changing:
Money into wine
Family into wine
Soul into wine
Self into wine
Wine into self
Life into wine
Wine into wine
Be the wine
I never collected marbles.
baseball cards, rocks or arrow heads.
Just Lego Banya secrets,
Enough to build a coffin,
to inhabit because you never seemed to,
fit into the neighborhood,
or the skin your Mom and God gave you.
Must be because the secrets always,
add a few pounds to the picture.
Be not complacent 'bout dire global warming
Despite brisk temperatures today lo
mein October fifth
two thousand nineteen y'know,
where exhalation generates
puff 'o air to flow
after taking analogous
drag on fiery cigarette slow -
Autumn weather
brought coveted respite
to torpid hazy, hot, humid conditions
just... like... a mere
four days ago,
ye best not be wary nay -
and put figurative guard down no
including y'all fellow Earthlings -
don't get smug
though morning hath bro
kin quite chilly, ah refreshing
moost definitely worth crow
wing about, I supp prose
"FAKE" king poe
wit like... yours
truly haps tubby up pro
believe me you,
suffocating heat did slow
ability to conjure e'en feeble attempt
to craft higglety pigglety
measly, satisfactory flow
'o words - yea right haint
gonna get no dough
tis exhilarating regarding average Joe
cur biden his time at least
till 20/20 election - whoa
thirteen months from now
hoop fully trumpeting bozo
will be defeated, cuz he ain't
dune planet earth any good
actually his dynastic aspirations
undermine biological cargo,
and affect mooch mo'
harm as he blithely axes
environmental protections with his so
so who cares attitude
will inevitably spell grow
task compromising future
courtesy boomerang yoyo
effect told me by dodo
bird chimney sweeper sallow
faced bummer resembling Frodo
overwhelmed with
deplorable wretched status quo
hither and yon to and fro
he doth frantically go
across terrestrial firmament, in toto
sacrilegious, malicious, egregious...
abominable primate shady hue
man oh man now tis time I cue
somber tune from oboe
entirely constructed and linkedin
with a little help courtesy lego
set now at poe wits end
this soon tubby extinct bonobo
doth bid thee adieu.