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PANCAKES WITH SYRUP
Apparition of the past
Tending to the future
Future is soaked
Soaked with sorrow
Sorrow tastes blood
Blood of wrathful grapes
Grapes plucked one by
One, tightly squeezed
Squeezed with dry palms
Palms rest on Jerusalem streets
Streets filled with throngs
Throngs of people, restless
Restless for peace, and war
War painted on their feet
Feet that fight the pavement
Pavement pulls them like taffy
Taffy stretches — distorts
Distorts like a funhouse mirror
Mirror of mockery and mayhem
Mayhem stirs the pot
Pot that boils over
Over the top
Top bureau filled with papers
Papers burning in protest
Protest of life itself
Itself a mirror, a bullseye
Bullseye of the author
Author of one’s own making
Making pancakes with syrup
Syrup sweetens the lie
Past lies churn future consequences
12/11/2017
LOOP FORM
There are many reasons Deborah and I are excited to be great-grandparents…
Not only do we love being called GREAT!
but our minds are awash with all the new and wonderful experiences that await.
We smile thinking of all those moments…moments we’ve yet to make
Like Deborah taking Violet shopping for girly clothes, cooking together…
and all the cookies they will bake.
Imagining all those memories with her we are going to create.
those nights we’ll babysit…which we already know from experience
are going to be great…
All those holidays, family get-togethers, dinners, game nights with
with our new little baby girl…
All those precious moments in the wings waiting to unfurl.
My mind quickly stirred up memories
of when our children and grandchildren were small…
a varied and exciting mix…
of making pancakes in different shapes and sizes…
of all my dad jokes and magic tricks.
You see…
It’s been a long time since I have been adorning
colorful pancakes in shapes and sizes
for a child on a Saturday morning.
And my dad jokes and magic tricks
which were great when they were new….
have lost a little of their luster as our those children grew…and grew…and grew
So I’m looking forward to dusting off my old dad jokes and prestidigitations
and introducing them to Violet…and a whole new generation.
Yes, as wonderful as I know all our new experiences with Violet will be…
I can’t wait for those moments when she looks at me…transfixed
as I make pancakes for her on a Saturday morning
and regale her with my tried and tested dad jokes
and some awesome magic tricks.
DANNY BOY
Danny Boy!
I'm not your kind of girl
You own a He-Man classic toy
Rapping slams like She-Ra
Your slam has no style
if I want to be put to death
I'll read your poems
See me yawning,
You cry nobody loves you
Trying to end your life support
Give up the depression you made it through an abort
Your slam was full of crap
Come on Danny you smell like a rat
Give yourself some dignity
Stop writing as if you're on crack
Don't tell me you got writers block
Right after you got hit by my glove
Stop writing as if you're in shock
Like pancakes, I made you flip flop
I'll use the excuse my computer just got hack
((LOL))
Take it easy on Danny C,
Do not hurt me, by thinking I am your enemy.
The sun descended slowly
Behind the purple hills, sending
Long shadows behind her.
Night enveloped the vista.
I walked barefoot on the beach.
Did I hear sirens singing?
Their alluring song invited.
Come to us, paradise was there.
But I know of their tricks.
Ulysses tied himself fast to a mast
To escape their cannibalistic taste.
I moved on and walked on the sand.
Leaving deep footprints behind me.
Only one pair. Where were the others?
The haggard moon barely showed
What lay ahead. Did I see a small cabin?
The smell of pancakes and coffee
Filled the breezeless air.
I entered and felt elated. For there she was
Ready to meet me and greet me.
Happiness at seeing her so lovely
My love now was filled to the brim.
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I am sure everyone knows the story from ancient Greece about Ulysses and his wanderings.
(This is a fictional poem)
I'm a bounty hunter and my name is Cat.
But people don't give a man respect with a name like that.
I called myself Dog at first but I didn't realize that name was stolen.
The real Dog beat me senseless and my face is still swollen.
Bailjumpers always kick my butt when I try to bring them in.
I made a pass at Dog's wife and he beat the hell out of me again.
When I tried to bring a man in yesterday, he hit me in the balls with a bat.
He hit them so hard that he mashed them flat.
They look like two tiny pancakes and they're bruised.
Being a bounty hunter wasn't a good career for me to choose.
Form:
Forward they're living , where i am not there.
Unfazed of what was and blissfully unaware.
The sun rose like always , at night stars still glare
Nothing seems different
Nothing seems fair.
I am missing and erased,without a second thought or care.
My pancakes at breakfast
stories wed share
Falling asleep in our favourite chair
Your favourite blanket
Your favourite bear
I will always remember Brushing the curls of your golden long hair
Don't say you've forgotten ?
my heart could not bare
Immeasurable memories as a duo, an unstoppable pair
If your given a moment or second to spare
my wish is that you you remember,
reminisce
All those time i was there
Hi, my friends are size twos , I’m a fourteen
I can’t fit into their shoes, not even if I squeeze in
I blow my brain out in work outs
Spend my nights far off from refrigerator lights
Stock my dessert deserted cabinets with greens and fibres
And to morning oats at break of dawn,I make a solemn oath
To replace smiley pancakes with fruit salads
And have birthday cake decorated with low fat icing , hazelnuts and disgusting bread fruits, yuck!.
Skimming my way to a size thirteen
Slimming my way into a perfect black dress
But, what the hell?
Life is like a burning candle
Before the darkness overwhelms,
I’ll sit right across that cooling box and pick for myself a midnight snack
Cheers to that!, with a bar of chocolate
Sweet sweet sweet
It’s me, the chubby girl at size fifteen.
A is for Annie Apple Blossom she buds in the Spring.
B is Betty Baby Breath she's such a dainty thing.
C is for Miss Candy Tuft pink-cheeked with hair of gold.
D is Debbie Dandelion who never does what she's told!
E is for Easter Lily she's as white as snow.
F is Francie Fairy Bells who ring-a-lings where she goes.
G is for Ginny Gardenia perfumed oh so sweet.
H is Holly Hocks a Tomboy, she has two left feet!
I is for Inca Lily dressed in colors light.
J is Joanie Jump-Ups, Johnny's little sister bright.
K is for Katie Kangaroo Paw her nails are painted red.
L is Lila Lady Slipper who stays too long a bed.
M is for Merry Morning Glory dressed in pale blue.
N is Nancy Narcissus who trumpets ""toodeloo!"
O is for Olivia the Ox-Eyed Daisy dolly.
P is Patty Petunia, her pancakes are a folly.
Q is for Queenie Anns Lace her dresses all have ruffles.
R is Ruby Rose-a-lee who almost always shuffles.
S is for Sandy Snap Dragon tall and thin. petite.
T is Tallulah Tulip her clothes are so off beat!
U is for Uma Umbrella Flower, sweet and sunny.
V is Vicky Violet she plays with Easter bunnies.
W is for Wendy Water Lily she'd rather swim than dance.
X is Xana Xmas Tree in Winter she's entrancing.
Y is for Yani Yarrow, a girl so bonny fair
Z is Zelda Zinnia, she pinning Yani's hair.
All our girls are fine and strong, so beautiful and brave
Not a single one of them would think to misbehave!
Bio: Wise woman.
Written: December 07, 2025, for contest sponsored by Benjamin Bartley
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One day, the wiggle-wobble wobbliness begins to shake.
They writhed and jiggled in a truly amusing wake!
They dashed across tunnels and bounced on a breeze.
Tickled the blossoms, and sniffed the trees.
They gulped laughs, they sipped up the sun,
They hiccupped together—oh, what fun!
They painted the sky with a bubblegum tone.
And carve the skies with one or two stones.
Wizzle, a Woozle, exhibited socks on his head.
One other donned pancakes in place of his bread.
They drummed on their drums and shook their rattles.
With twiddly thumbs, they sang "Zibble-Zabble!"
Both the adults and the children laughed.
Wherever Woozles woo, they convey a raft
They educate us that stupidity is vibrant and bright.
That absurdity twinkles and tickles the night.
Thus, if you feel blue, grumpy, or gloomy,
Simply summon a Woozle; they will dance and draw me.
They will chuckle and wobble, rhyme and rattle;
And allow every moment to prattle.
Buttercup catfish, marmalade in spades
Math scores come in scribbles called student grades
Mutter sup fly fish, warlocks are outraged,
Path doors run in nibbles, unholy paged.
Silly verses delight in unannounced way,
Top hats and top coats, swinging in the sway
Dilly purses inspect a spectacular song
Mop heads and billy goats doing nothing wrong.
Pancakes with peanut butter, dancing on the roof.
Man makes his fun while trying to appear aloof
Friends spinning topple toys, sweet with whipping cream.
Wishes and lollipops stripe your blissful dreams.
Pink lemonade cake with marshmallow icing
Link cuckoo birds with yellow crackle slicing
Happy friendly kitten hearts sleeping in well-lit shade
This poem is for fun probably second or third grade