Long Noodle Poems
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Whoopie stayed there counting all the white people leaving while flatulantly writing a letter to the Israeli people, denying their right to exist and denying the holocaust happenings and carboned a copy and a speech for the Irish-denying that they too were slaves and that slavery was a black thing like music and collard greens and chicken and sports and dancing and oppression. RufePal gathered in all the parading colors while following the motley pack. It saw a group of non eighteen year olds asking it's mind by telepathy to be interacted with and decided it was time to stretch-Flamboyantly and with a great cavalcade of remarks and pomp twerked the buttocks and creamy hamstrings into a loosey goosey noodle of fitness. Agape was the confused Sky mixed with impending darkness and a peeping dandelion Sun, like a spoiled oyster yolking for an omen. Speaking of Men, Rufe had no time for educational "Leftist" philanthropy, there were men to chase, plus that evil woman Penney, who had no business being a woman, no one did and everyone should then become as such and eclipse them who life identified as such out of existence.
She did not wear her gauche outfit half as provocatively as "RufeeHoneyQueen" would, it thought with seething hate. I don't have a storybook anyway, so "the tutelage will have to wait" !
Gus led his little company through backlots and churches and headed them all towards the Bruce Springsteen Mall. The shops had chairs so they would be able to rest a minute before running by Spencer's Gifts to see if that magic kit was still on sale, "no one had to know, it was on the way to where they would be screaming for their lives, anyway, plus the clerk always wore her top with extra buttons undone, perhaps he could cop a view".
Form:
Cool Dip In the Pool
The sun didn't hide, so it was hot outside,
I could have baked a cake.
I decided to bum and jump in the pool, it wasn't cool,
my dog Doodle that was deaf was basking on a raft,
so, I started to ask, as I laughed,
the next-door neighbor's poodle Saber
in a flash bump into me and jumped in and caused a splash.
By that time, I'd become a wet noodle,
Doodle and the neighbor's poodle Saber had won once more.
I started to bubble, I knew I was in trouble
so, I doubled back inside the house before I died
and made a path for a cool bath.
My spouse the louse just stood there laughing
as the buttons started flying
as I took off my blouse.
I said, Sonny. What so funny?
I'll give you some honey
if you join me in the cool tub
and give me a rub.
8/19/2018
I am a can of soup.
I am being recycled.
Because I was used up.
Even as a can made of solid metal…
I get tired.
Of the clanging of other cans around me.
Of the sounds of machines.
A can of whipped cream was wondering about me.
I think I used to contain chicken noodle soup.
But I don’t know for sure.
And I don’t think I ever really knew.
I was a can of soup.
Maybe it was chili.
Or cream of mushroom.
If I was a person,
I would carry around organs inside of me.
But instead, I have nothing.
Still alive but clanging as if against prison bars.
An empty sound.
Is just part of the cycle.
So, you might be thinking,
Was the weekend a success?
Our grandson staying over
In the city? Goodness, yes!
The bus, the train, the dinosaurs,
A tournament of chess,
A playground smack in Central Park
And who could ever guess...
A play date with a neighbor's kids
Without a drop of stress
And dinner in a noodle place
One block from our address;
A fruit stand stop, hot cocoa,
Easy bedtimes (no duress),
A checker game and reading books
(Pinocchio, no less).
The proof, though, lies in Henry's words
Which I do not finesse:
"Can I come back next weekend?"
I would say that spells success.
6 Italian sausages
Cooked
Remove from skins
Chopped fine
In a bowl mix
2 cups of cream cheese
1 cup of parmeseam
1 cup of shredded mozzarell
3 tablespoons of minced garlic
3 tablespoons of chopped basil
2 teaspoons of oregano
3 egg yolks
3 tablespoons vermouth
2 teaspoons of chopped anchovies
Mix well. Set aside.
25 sliced tomotoes
Pizza dough rolled square
Using a dry lasanga noodle
Cut pizza dough in to retanglaur
Squares.
In a loaf pan layer pizza dough
Five tomato slices five dollops of cheese mixture. And top with sausage.
Layer again using same method.
Cover the third layer and using a pastry brush, eggwash the top and bake until the top is golden brown.
1 fifth of vodka
1 fifth of brandy
5 cups of toasted almonds
1 cup of toasted coconut
3 cups of dried raspberries
2 cups of a strong brew tea
1 cup of sugar
Mix together and cover for me here weeks.
Serve with a chocolate cake.
Was it in the fragrance of the grapefruit mint that brushed against my red blush cheeks,
or those lilac petal chains on
moss-strewn pathways,
was it in those rays that dance sequentially across some green flake grecian urn, or the tearful noonday noodle from a seagull’s
stricken cry, or that scarlet robin roosting on a grey grain granite wall?
For whatever reason nature’s vivid ministry appeared in locust swarms,
a tag on aural stimuli to whet one’s dormant vision.
Suddenly the golden brook within my compass bared its fountain,
each moonstone mountain peak its beacon light,
the twig on every tree revealed an olive branch
with verdant august wellspring at its cusp.
Each sprouting plant became this silver chalice rooted
in a centrifugal aliment.
When morning shoots at last boldly ripen ironic winter phase
blackberries loom above mundane detachment
as cold snap iridescence that normally
eludes quotidian tides.
''T'' Contest, New or Old Poem
Sponsor ; Constance La France
This is an old poem submitted to this contest 8th November 2021.
It was first entered on Poetry Soup in Brian Strand contest judged
March 17th 2020.
Title for that contest ; For Whatever Reason
Have you ever seen a kangaroo
Who's a little bit off his noodle
He hops around like a crazy galoot
Who's lost his kit and caboodle
He sometimes barks like a doggy
And chases cars and trucks
At times he meows like a kitty cat
Or sometimes quacks like a duck
Once got amorous with a moo cow
Outcome could've been disastrous
Luckily came to his senses in time
Almost had our first kangacowerous
They're treating him for psychosis
It's costing him a bunch of dough
Maybe he'll act like a kangaroo again
For his sake, we sure hope that's so
There's a moral here, it's very simple
It's about knowing who you are
Being happy with the skin you're in
And not coveting another star!
©Jack Ellison 2012
Hungry for munchies, on his way to the lunchroom,
a rambunctious, persnickety,“fuss-budget”, elderly
jittery, fidgety, geezer, named Cassidy…
whose questionable dexterity, aghast by a massive sneeze,
teeter-tottered precariously.
at the edge of the thingamajig, ...jigging one way, jagging the other!
Minding his own beeswax, without any rigmarole,
topsy-turvy on his feet, he reached for the balustrade,
became quite flabbergasted, and very discombobulated
when the doohickey provided for his ambidextrous aid
jiggled free from its screws, and found him footloose!
It seemed the doo-dad, put there by some nitpicking pipsqueak,
some flat-footed, hooligan, who knew diddly-squat, who obviously,
recklessly, constructed a railing, only worthy for failing!
Such foolhardy shenanigans! Was it some practical joke
to lambaste aged codgers, eliminate lodgers, and boondoggle the old folks?
Cass, was an old rabble-rouser, considered a blabbermouth,
was thrown off his epicenter, while his cane went a'sailing, appendages flailing
Onlookers, were outraged, ....in stage of amazement
but laughs grew contagious, and cock-eyed hilarious!
Those carpetbagger carbuncles of society….can’t stop this old fogy
Cass, brushed off his hinny, would not be blind-sighted..
Barbaric bedevilment, won’t halt his felicity!
Some even predicted, with his acid tongue lashings, and his eccentric behavior,
he would stir up entanglement, kibosh the haranguers
and strangle the caboodles, who hooted and hollered!
His face turned beet red, but no meltdown,......instead
He held his chin high
to the dining room, ahead....he ordered French bread
Ordered some bouillabaisse, toasted with balderdash and a shot of rye
He dined with the multitudes, ordered some strudel, and one snicker-doodle
Then he told folks a riddle, "There was a man with a cane, who slipped on a noodle, a handrail came loose, he injured his caboose….and cooked his goose!"
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First Marco Polo your soul - don’t ask.
Shake your noodle until it transcends to pasta,
Twist your noodle, it will only hurt for a while
soon it will become your mother tongue.
Recite the hundred words Italians have
for pork, ham, and bacon daily,
never again just say pork, ham, and bacon.
Imagine that your cheap olive oil is champagne,
Lightly sprinkle your vocabulary -
not too oily.
Tomatoes and cheese’s offer you
endless ways to speak with our mouth full
while still sounding refined.
Say ‘Pizza’ as it were in fact
a much longer word.
Swagger as you babble from the top
of your proudly Italianate lungs.
i hold her until she drifts off to sleep
hoping she will feel better, i gently grease her chest
this is not about being a typical male tonight
this is about helping to return her to wellness so she can get back to facing the world
her three day struggle hurts much deeper than i came close to thinking
if she gets any worse, it just may lead me to drinking
as she wakes up, she tells me that her head is pounding and that she is experiencing chills
i get up to go grab her electric blanket and then i make her some chicken noodle soup
after giving her the soup, i then make her some hot honey lemon tea
an hour and a half later we both drift off to a deep sleep
the alarm reminds us both what time it really is
i get up to get ready for my sixteen hour day
she lays back down to get herself further rest
i fix the covers for her and kiss her on her too warm forehead and tell her to get plenty of rest
thank the Lord that it is Friday
i eat my breakfast of a regimen of vitamins and some orange juice
then i am off to set up my eventual episode of doggone near passing out
another real day in the life....