Long Peanut Poems
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Life seemed rather bleak
The grey skies to him did speak
Of a better world
Somewhere, but not here
He was thought of with smiles
Always a good word
A Laugh or two
Who the hell thought, inside was all blue
He dressed up one day
As a gigantic peanut
Of to the circus he did go
Knowing his fate, he paid at the gate
An elephant’s eye lit up
A dessert finally of size
He ate the gigantic peanut
The skies have now turned gaily blue
They say committing suicide is nuts
This irony is that it turned out to be true
The coroner took care, waiting and waiting
At the elephants end, for suicides revenge
As the dark and despondent man quite frankly
Had such a shitty termination
The smell of sadness
Hangs in the air
Yours truly borrows a phrase
courtesy the great bard
also known as
William Shakespeare's Hamlet:
"For 'tis the sport ...
Hoist by one's own petard
meaning "victimized or hurt
by one's own scheme”.
The aforementioned excerpt
hopefully describes the fate
to befall president of Russia.
Nevertheless, unseen
talon sharp claws...
dig deep into mine
psyche soft underbelly
piercing bedrock of
core (puss) being
akin to butter knife
slicing thru peanut
butter and jelly
unable to preserve
an iota of calm
while stuck in said
emotional jarring state,
which eruption of cataclysmic
agitation analogous to a bomb
going off inside my head,
where a mishmash
of frenzied discombobulated
brainstorming angst doth glom,
whereat the "little boy"
inside this man
called for his mom,
who when this aging
"baby boomer" chap
just a kid and experienced
devastating, jarring,
and paralyzing tom
malt chew hiss in dom
mitt able inexplicable fear,
though NO obvious
danger threatened, NOR
warning signaled "BEWARE,"
nonetheless adrenaline
coursed from head
to toe as if clear
and present harm
lurked quite near,
inducing a host of
physiological fallout symptoms
darkly freighting this
sole son with nightmarish scare,
whereat no escape,
nor exit no matter
how fast a sprinting tear
found me running
mile a minute only
to end up nowhere,
except smackdab right
in the same place
in relation to despair,
which translates to mean...
yours truly could not
run and hide,
as quickly made clear
to me then, and now,
though at present
scores years older, the balm
courtesy of prescription
medication popped inside
mouth from palm
olive smoothed hands,
as if this teetotaler
betook himself prom
men aiding albeit
with tumblerful of liquor
getting feigning noggin all a jam
aware that nothing amiss,
would be evident,
sans lower gastrointestinal exam,
nonetheless diet
restricted to graham
crackers and broth
distilled from ham
hock, once again thwarting
vegetarian ambitions damn!
I Want, But Don't Need
Yes, "I Want, But Don't Need" is my waistwatcher creed
as I walk by each vending machine.
All those chocolate chips calling out to my hips,
colored Reese's in pieces - obscene!
Will willpower surmount the cholesterol count
of PayDays or some Rice Krispie Treats?
Can I even forsake the caloric intake
of LifeSavers, the smallest of sweets?
Yummy Snickers and Kit-Kats, peanut M&Ms,
with three flavors of Hostess fruit pie,
I am hoping my brain simply vetoes
the Cheetos, Doritos, and Fritos, oh my!
Dare I ponder the truth of the harm Baby Ruth
will inflict on my belly's increase?
Soon my sweet tooth will bargain with riveting jargon,
"Please buy it, I'll just eat a piece!
Then there's Hershey's and Twix, and six kinds of trail mix.
And the drinks! Pepsi, Root beer, and Coke,
Dr. Pepper, YooHoo, Orange Crush, Mt. Dew
render new resolutions a joke.
Then two hours post-lunch, there's that nice Nestle Crunch
overwhelming my stoic resolve,
And the Heath bars and Dove bars and Clark bars and Mars bars
enticing my will to dissolve.
I am one of those hoarders of nickels and quarters -
should ever the munchies catch fire.
Self-control starts to fail when those Oreos hail,
calling out to my carnal desire.
In a fog, I hear clinking of coins, with lights blinking
then eating and drinking. No sorrow!
For I just HAD to buy it, the heck with my diet -
"Whole 30" can just start tomorrow!
Do you feel the chaotic concerto?
The cloaked and clandestine composer
Plucking at the ivory keys, exactly eighty eight
With even more ways to tangle those
Countless red strings of taut linear fate.
To be a being, we first must begin
To begin, we must be born, then torn
From the lively, slick, loud, and slimy link
Of mother’s umbilical cord, now
Cut.
Cartwheel your baby body from the delivery room
To sitting criss cross applesauce atop a cedar stool
It’s snack time at age four,
Celery sticks, peanut butter, milk in a plastic cup
Chug whatever lies before your youthful eyes-
Slam the glass down, now look at you, twenty two
Disillusioned with the notes you hear, but cannot play
Plucking the strings, now we all sing to the song
Of a puppet on a string dancing, dancing
To the melody that is tied to us as we trudge along.
“And now here we are at eighty eight,
Did you think you would make it to the retirement home?
The fuzzy television screens, the dementia, the barely palatable
Food that nearly slides itself off your plate, look at you
Still slimy, still newly born.
Let me cut your cord
You made it, this is your reward.
Is this all that you have hoped for?
Well it better be, for this is the sound
Of your string’s final, echoing chord”
Snap.
Break your celery stick betwixt
The anger you feel, your fear,
And the peanut buttery memories
That stick to the roof of your mouth,
The ones you hold so dear
Once upon a time, I saw a Candy List of more than forty types of candy. And would you believe that people were actually invited to enter a contest to pick at least 10 of their favorites from among such a list? Unbelievable! For crying out loud, what is this world coming to? It's just not fair for the 'sense of taste' to be tested like that. Why, if I were King, I would issue a decree to band such an endeavor.
I grew up eating a lot of BUTTERFINGER bars, and I would eat a MILKY WAY if it was my only choice, but I never really liked them. I have always loved coconut and just about every kind of nut there is. Saturate a column of coconut with almonds, cover them with chocolate, and the next thing you're chewing on is Peter Paul MOUNDS; or am I mistaking Peter and Paul for Amond Joys? A BABY RUTH candy bar was certainly at the top of my sweet list; and what's not to like about a peanut covered bar of candy called PAYDAY?
I cannot deny it and I dare not hide it. Not so much now, but way back then when sugar was looked upon less frowningly, I was a sucker for the TOOTSIE ROLL. I remember that the LEMONHEAD candies were a tad bitter, but the HOT TAMALES was a 'play around' kind of candy; and what could be better than playing and competing with a mouth 'on fire' with candy? LIFESAVERS and NOW AND LATER were among my kids' favorites, and the KIT KAT still ranks high on my candy list, but at the top of my 'sugar heap' are the SNICKERS.
Now back to the Candy List I mentioned at the beginning. Upon further investigation, I discovered that three of my favorites were not even on the list. Like boots were made for walking, the Lollipop and the Holloway candy sticks were made for licking and sucking. And it pains me to think about the fact that M&M Peanuts candy wasn't anywhere to be found. I'm not a king but if........
09212018PoSoupContest, How Sweet It Is, Carol Connell,3P
"Like purple a woman of color you are how
beautiful are thy feet
so warm soft tinting sweet
I wash your foot as I look the joints of I thighs
are like jewels diamonds solo players radiate
you are an abundance
I worship the Creator for He made the ground that you walk on
like purple a woman of color virtue
small is the navel that caresses the outer side of your inner part
I like a peanut a nugget it rests there there's a better steinman glistens and flares
your belly is like amount of clay unfinished ready to be shaking it houses
within the voice of God in your fertile days children
you're too breasts starting wholesome rounded as grapefruits
grateful of mine for you are complete in your from absolute
your neck it's like a tower of ivory
your eyes sparkle and glaze they show
they are the windows of your innermost self you're so looks on
it's not a dazed and upon your head is your hair fluffy course radiant flows it's blackened more than wool how fair and how pleasant aren't I oh love for you are the light light purple a woman of color virtue your dark your brown your brown you are in all my beloved I rose up to my beloved and my hands dropped with murder and my fingers sweet smelling murder I open up to my beloved and my belovedrawn himself that I could not find her it's like a watchman and went about the city I could not find her I charged you the world old daughters of Jerusalem my beloved is missing and I am here like a purple a woman of color virtue I am my beloved I am my beloved that are beautiful all my love white sweet got it together like grasses on the ground I will go up to the palm tree the clusters of the line and the smell of my nose like apples made into wine from the south every so absolutely your pageantry your coloring the skin black brown beige
purple woman of color virtue "
6/29/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Choices
There are so many choices to be had
When ordering a sandwich
What kind of bread
What kind of meat or any meat
What kind of cheese or any cheese
Whether to have sprouts or not
Whether to have a pickle or not
Whether to go with a classic peanut butter
And something sandwich
I loved peanut butter sandwiches
As a kid
Peanut butter and sweat pickles were my favorite
Peanut butter and banana is good also
Peanut butter and strawberry jam
What a delightful memory
My current favorite
Is a BLT with sprouts, avocado, and kosher dill pickles?
Heirloom red tomatoes one slice per each half
Avocado one half per each half
One half pickle on each half
Bacon cooked just right – well done but not black
Sprouts and lettuce just right
Timamook Yellow smoked cheder cheese
On each half
On Gluten Free bread
with chipotle mayo
And Dijon mustard
Cut in half
Truly a sandwich made in heaven
And bacon makes everything
Taste so damn nice
And God if you are reading this poem
You had better prepare them for me
Or Heaven will not be worth it
Does Satan serve BLT sandwiches
I wonder
Probably not
Probably you become the bacon
In his hell sandwiches
published in Duane's Poetree
Casserole
The word strikes terror in my family
They know it will be all the leftovers of the week
Thrown into a bowl with a couple of raw eggs
Maybe doused with cheese sauce and cooked until
it is a lovely golden brown.
Casserole.
They begin making other arrangements.
“I am dining with friends.”
“I am meeting my friend Carol at Pizza Hut.”
“I have a business dinner tonight.”
“But you are only five,” I argue. “What business is it?
Casserole
This could include but is not limited to lima beans, carrots,
French fries, creamed corn, brown sugar, hamburger, peas,
spaghetti o’s, macaroni and cheese, and a bit of peanut butter sandwich.
I thought they were overreacting until I left huge dollops of one
that they would not even taste on paper plates for the raccoons
who tippy-toes around them and did not eat them.
Written 8-2-2019
Contest: Cornucopia Cooking Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
One dark night in the sunshine
I was wearing my PJ's made of wine
in the kitchen I boiled water in a plastic bowl
and made peanut butter toast that was an egg roll
and prepared coffee that was tea in a plate
the rain fell in the snowflakes falling in the sea
I was lacing my runners that were my slippers
and put on my sleeveless coat and glove flippers
I when to the market that was far off shore
and put the groceries away in a drawer
I wrote a poem and put it in the freezer
and brushed my cat with a tweezer
later, I turned on the TV with a rolling pin
and kitty was wearing a sweater made of shark skin
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September 9, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/Silly Babble
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1387-686-09
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Nonsense Rhyme
sponsor, Charles Messina, 2021, Judged 10/26/2021
Fifth Place
Sweet jelly roll;
Humm!! Taste so, so good;
That I would like to have you with
A
Ice cold glass of milk;
Maybe even pour in some Nestle Quik;
Hun!!
I'm a wondering;
Would you be good with grapes?
I am salivating and craving;
Good old, chocolate cake;
Yum, yum you'd be good;
All day
I would like to have you
with
An Ice cold glass of milk;
But don't tell mommy now;
Cause I haven't finish my dinner, wow
Everything's better
When you throw away the vegetables;
Your stomach more happy;
When you eat the things that taste good;
Your stomach is happy;
When you miss a few nutrients???
How bout' putting some chocolate on that broccoli;
How bout' pouring some warm chesses on the collar flower;
How bout' putting some peanut-butter and jelly on liver;
That's the only way I'm gonna eat it???
What's really for dinner?
09/06/17
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.