Long Macadamia Poems

An ode must be written to the player of strings
Thanking them for the joy their playing brings
Reminiscent to a puppet master they strike the strings
Like a ventriloquist with seemingly voicelessness the object sings.

Sometimes seated or...

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Spectacular would not even begin to describe the trip around the island
A whole day of fun and excitement with such a wonderful guide
A visual smorgasbord of things to see, vibrant foliage on one side
On the...

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There's a variety of cookies to be had at the local grocery mart.
Famous Amos, Keeblers, Chips Ahoy and others to fill your cart.
All daintily wrapped and scrumptious I will readily concede,
But there ain't nothin' like...

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MAngo Mellow Madness
M's

1.
Mango Mellow Madness
Mapping Meandering meaningless memories
of Malice with Mirthful mourning
What messy Magma monstrosities
Best to murder them
Hmphf ( angrily) 

2.
Mango Mango Madness
Magnifera indica
Slippery, stinging magnificence
My Mellow Mango Madness numbing 
Does excite
Mmmmm ( excited) 

3....

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Woman, I heard you
crying
whimpering like an
abandoned puppy
behind the bedroom door
and my
compassionate heart
broke in two.

The mighty hands
that had inflicted 
chronic pain
now distorted
arthritic, useless
disabled weapons
...lifeless duds,
yet throbbing
mercilessly.

Knuckles swollen
as big as macadamia
nuts, fingers 
warped
like barbwire,
no ass whipping
no pinching...

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S             K            Y

 in my pocket holds 
    ...

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Sitting here all alone 
Getting lost in my head 
Wandering off in the fields of your game  
Soaked by the pouring rain of your lies 
Burned by the pain spreading like a wild fire
Silent...

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'If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door' 
                      Milton Berle

Outstretched clever Macadamia tree
Bears talents...

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I had a brain like an old motorbike,
I rode it back and forth
just to get laid by whomever, and that strange one
who kept cats under her long skirt.

Truth is a marmalade calligraphy.
I yodel blood-songs
prophets have...

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The light shines but it's. Dark
The tree has skin its bark
I walk into the kitchen and it's closed
There's no food in the icebox or the cupboards
Still let's have lunch
The darkness glares
Is a pound of...

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The truth is –
mango
mildew, marmalade ghosts.
 
I have a brain like an old motorbike,
I ride it back and forth
just to get laid by you, and her, and that strange one
who kept cats under her long...

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