Long Lentil Poems
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It's true that pork 'n' beans have
chunks that are winning
And Indian spiced pumpkin
sets your heart spinning
Pho bo's delightful, cod soup's disarming
jjamppong, French lentil --charming
Japanese dashi, vichyssoise's sweet
tater soup's smashing, pozole's a treat
Bread and butter with escarole-and-white-bean
bring wonderful company, time and again
Delish Italian wedding soup in Orte
try this and you're a jolly good sport
But cream of the crop, tip of the top
it's Poetry Soup, and there we stop!
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I wrote it to the tune of the following lyrics
("It's a Jolly Holiday" from Mary Poppins---
"...It's true that Mavis and Sybil 'ave
Ways that are winning
And Prudence and Gwendolyn
Set your 'eart spinning
Phoebe's delightful, Maude is disarming
Janice, Felicia, Lydia--charming
Cynthia's dashing, Vivian's sweet
Stephanie's smashing, Priscilla a treat
Veronica, Millicent, Agnes, and Jane
Convivial company, time and again
Dorcas and Phyllis and Glynis are sorts
I'll agree are three jolly good sports
But cream of the crop, tip of the top
It's Mary Poppins, and there we stop!")
Jewel layer templates
gilded upstream sigh
winsome eyelet skimmed
scorning dawn orb
Delphic mustard sketch
on sapphire sequins
Appalachian awning
bearing flimsy nuggets
surreal slender straw’s
amber seam gore
lentil seed pod float
upon cashmere shrub
rainbird doleful cry
of damp gray epoch
amid citrus rind
cloud form sun drench
flabbergasted bard now
flailing as tinted
backscatter orange
alert impacts
banana belt script
beleaguered poet yens
tangential sepia pitch
for effervescent voyage
golden jug muse
saliva whorl thimbleful
as earthly thoughts
shimmer edgeways
while the isthmus
of indented arcades
random periwinkle
brushed aside by
spineless green matrix
adapted pun bound
to lace immersive
benign rapt plumage
hedgerow chirper squall
willow warbler, goldcrest
red bunting, greenfinch
broader scope anon
spotted flycatcher fitz-bew
amongst Glen thicket
a subdued tumult
but latent twitter
mint coda riot
paper craft adrift
hankers after worlds
ethereal and
neon-wrought ploy
incandescent dream lure
suburb tang visceral
round acorn strip
fenced circlegram
hub, imbiber of
fluctuating shade
and swerve corridor
of urban transit
where pavement
clad mosaic flaunts
its pear cut diamond
What would you choose to do if out for fun?
You'd read a hundred pages of ‘Tom Sawyer?
Eat lentil soup, and hug an old sequoia?
She’s seventy next year, and she’s no nun –
the Jackson number five is called La Toya.
Perhaps you’d like to serve on a destroyer?
Attack a kindergarten with a gun?
Compete at auction, to secure a Goya?
Or are you, by your nature, an annoyer?
Trump Tower bound, to desecrate the foyer?
(Have patience, Gentle Reader: almost done!)
Beware the bear-trap, verbal hurdle, pun.
It’s not pronounced ‘La Jolla’, it’s ‘La Hoya’:
Just take my word. Just trust me. I’m a lawyer.
Oh my sweetheart, charming and eloquent,
Honey pie, sugar plum, with sweet raisins,
So soft like cotton candy that just melts,
My apple pie with ice cream and cherry.
Sweet as glazed donuts filled with apricots,
Tasty sugar dumpling in lentil soup,
Delish as juicy mangoes freshly picked
My shaking jello mixed with nice yogurt.
Sweet lips like honey with a dripping comb,
Such chanting bedroom eyes enticing me,
Your crimson cheeks symbolizing fragrance
Warm passionate breath stimulates my soul.
Such grander is my honey suckle doll,
Her charm turns me into a marshmallow!
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© Joseph, 9/4/08
© All Rights Reserved
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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
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No lentil beans before bedtime unless...
(alternately titled: unrelenting flatulence)
Ya wanna count bajillion sheep,
but tween gluteus maximus powerful
natural gas explosions during sleep
(ass suspected source) – courtesy missus
she served me lentil beans piled outsize heap
sinister been off fish shunt ploy
spouse I may no longer keep,
cuz dream house went up in flames
reduced to ashes smoldering (Uriah hit) heap
an feeble attempt made to extinguish courtesy
urination which suddenly found me awoke
moments ago groggily awakened out deep
slumber out requisite snooze,
cuz I bean dog tired exhausted fuel
driving one clunky body electric jeep
wee hours way after midnight night owl
in case ya give fig yore hot heave hoot
blasted tremendously nonstop
rendering air to smell foul
while my little chickadee evinced similar
disposition, she too did pepper her muttering
with expletives, and did growl
snarling evidenced yours truly espied scowl
unrepentant and threatened to apply dowel
well, I need not specify, "a" specific vowel
one cheeky spouse,
would find yours truly to howl
no pretty picture me bean
while slowly turning unnatural green,
henceforth rushed to emergency room
whereby team of alien specialists,
who casually did primp and preen
mistaking convincingly verdant colored
hue man as martian ready for Halloween,
and said practitioners loathe to intervene
reckoning yours truly -
with other worldly mien,
Sometimes when
nightfalls of summer
feel so cold,
and everything seems dark,
I turn to the heat of
my grandmother’s soup.
Life can exist
within bone China
or simple ceramic textures,
savoring salt and spices,
but when it becomes
bland, we seek
sentimental essences
to ease our yearning.
When watercolor
sunsets break into
warm saffron hues,
I remember her soft
smile that
bestowed hope upon me,
resonating ancient
flavors seasoned
from perfectly peppered
zests of her soul.
Crumbs of
her cuisine seduce
a dull skyline
into gourmet
tamarind twilight,
as the warm touch
of her culinary run
through the hallways
of my childhood home,
like an aromatic
epitome of hand
cooked love,
she sprinkles
ingredients of faith,
marinated in minced
humor,
with lemongrass
and lentil lullabies,
in a heart-shaped
bowl of tom-yum
testimonies.
And now I sit here
reliving a distant
delicacy so close
to the taste buds
of my mind.
I will always crave
for the first course
of my grandmother’s
Friday feast,
served in a tray
of fragrant memoirs,
garnished in laughter,
cultivated with delight,
amidst the wrinkles
that reveal the recipe
to unravel euphoric
tales of her
unforgettable kitchen.
My heart, this morning, says sorry to you,
It apologized for what it had done,
It apologized for all the pain it had caused,
It apologized to everyone,
For falling in love with her beautiful dress,
For loving the shape of her curve,
For falling in love with the dance that she did,
For falling in love with hors d’oeuvres,
The caramelized onions, pizza wheel, chicken waffle,
And lentil meatballs on a stick,
And eating all the strawberry buttermilk donuts,
And eating until you were sick,
My heart, this morning, says sorry to you,
My beautiful stomach and gut,
Especially sorry for those chillies I ate,
And sorry to my tender butt.
Written 5th February 2018, entered into luloos contest "best poem in February" . this has never been entered into any contest :)
Answer my call to arms you patriots all
and rise up with blunt collateral force -
rage against the culture wars that we stall
the Neo-Left tyranny at its source.
Oppose their marxist ideological plot
and let not the herbal tea nazis prevail -
remember back that which old sense forgot
and arm our true selves that we not fail.
Return fire on who rephrase and revise -
Rage! Rage! And be politically direct.
On these psycho wingnuts upon them rise,
rise up till no longer are we “Correct”.
Burn their Trojan Horse and stand our walls
that the soldiers of satan seek to tear down -
resist lest all that we know and built falls
and norms become the new battleground.
Speak the truth these lentil eaters betray,
rail against the nose ring cultus of lunacy,
and be not a pawn to what fools obey
with their spin and New Age orthodoxy.
Return fire on who rephrase and revise -
Rage! Rage! And be politically direct.
On these psycho wingnuts upon them rise,
rise up till no longer are we “Correct”.
Written: September 1995
would conveniently scare bejesus
among any hooligan tween
ready and willing to cause mischief
while prowling for methamphetamine,
or other drug of choice
one motley crew member seen
dodging, evading, fording... police
eventually cornered unlike Steve McQueen
(the late actor), who escapes behind screen
of smoke unscathed unlike
formerly acquitted, alluded mean
and aforementioned hoodlum
who suffers gunshot wound
rushed to same hospital
lay disabled fugitive ruffian took lead
fired into buttucks bullet punctured
evident by derriere oozing bloodshed
as self, both us nearly dead,
asthma doppelganger wed
did in sweat upon abdomen,
now aching pain in ass spread red
hot poker radiating throbbing inside
excruciating did quickly thread
into noggin i.e. fifty shades red
dully permeated gray matter
inducing severe agony with head,
though mustered energy to scrawl
obituary envisioning said
on same page as op/ed
gallows humor sought instead
of relief courtesy synthesized drug,
thus laughter as best medicine
linkedin chowing down unsuspected bean
dish licked plate sparkling clean
mental note made to avoid
eating flatulence inducing food
prepared Das daring "frau" faux Queen,
though I certainly also enjoy keen
wah filling up growling hungry void,
and... appealing to this bonafide android
gluten free textured meals direction I lean.
lets take a closer look
open up the good book
you'll be amazed at what you see
we as people think we free
but the bible says we living in slavery
welfare and section 8
government taxes that we must pay
project living
dope dealings, robbings and killing
fiends on the prowl
while dogs constantly growl
crack pipes in the streets
who can stand the heat?
living paycheck to paycheck
trying to figure out our next step
paying the bills
but yet and still
we in the same predicament
dreaming and wishing for lottery settlements
not knowing who we really are
steady wishing on stars
not knowing esau from Jacob
they showed our people such hatred
yet and still we kill one another
well look closer because that's your brother
we from the same tribe
our fallen brothers that have died
are turning in their graves
while you shoot, kill, rant and rave
they died for the cause
while you fools shoot just cause
they want to kill off our society
were becoming an impropriety
people walking in the streets
protesting for what they believe
police only patrol the hood
while they treat esau's people all good
Jacob gets the ladder
our people steady getting madder
esau sold his birthright for a bowl of lentil soup
then gathered up his troops
and made slaves out our people
then wrote we created equal
yet we are the minority
but by who's authority?
but the bible clearly states the truth
that we the 12 tribes came from Christ roots
ceasaer white washed their faces
during the rebirth of the white civilization
our birthright and heritage is what they have taken
truth hurts that's why I wrote this poem
because so many of my people are still unknowing