Long Peanuts Poems
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Here's a little trip
down Presidential elections'
Memory Lane
where the slogans of yesteryear
may seem rather inane
Give 'em Hell, Harry, but Dewey or don't we (1948 Truman vs. Dewey)
All the way with Adlai, but I like Ike (1952 Stevenson vs. Eisenhower)
Experience counts, but we can't stand Pat (1960 Kennedy vs. Nixon)
In your heart, you know he's right (1964 Goldwater vs.
In your guts, you know he's nuts Johnson)
Come Home, America: Acid, Amnesty
and Abortion for All (1972 McGovern vs. Nixon)
Why not the Best --- Not just Peanuts (1976 Carter vs. Ford)
Good Morning America; just Trust Me (1980 Reagan vs. Carter)
Keep Hope Alive; (1988 Jesse Jackson, Sr. vs.
Read My Lips, No New Taxes George H.W. Bush, Sr.)
Putting People First, and
Down with King George George (1992 Bill Clinton vs. Bush, Sr.)
Compassionate Conservatism, but (2000 Al Gore vs.
Prosperity and Progress George W. Bush, Jr.)
Change we can believe in, though Country First (2008 Obama vs. McCain)
Make America Great Again, yet Love Trumps Hate (Trump vs. Clinton)
Some of theses were pretty good
Others were just awful
Whether they moved us or not
At least they were lawful
Truth is, that elephant in bed with you
The one between you and your spouse
Stealing the covers late at night
Snoring with peanuts on its breath
Jumping in the bathtub with you
Only to break through the floor
Neighbors don't like three nude creatures
Coming down uninvited at breakfast
Dining tables were not made for that
All that wet and weight and naked
There is nothing wrong with love
Everyone should love their elephant
The couple should have brought a towel
Some cake or peanut butter and jelly
Their friend should excuse himself
Being large is not smart or wise sometimes
What would their neighbor's think?
Two is company, three is a crowd
They should have taken a shower
How the little things can move us
And revive forgotten memories
Like the ones that stirred me recently
And brought joyful thoughts abundantly
Of time with my dad at Rockies games.
He would seldom purchase anything
Except peanuts in the shell.
From little bags the cracking tells
Of satisfaction and salty smells…
Of time with my dad at Rockies games.
It was a kind of ritual there
The call: “get your peanuts here!”
He would skip the sweets and beer
Simple peanuts drew him near
To time with my dad at Rockies games.
His hands and mouth were happy
While watching the game and shouting
Like so many other outings
Peanuts a’plenty went with the routing
Of time with my dad at Rockies games.
It is not the size of a thing that matters
It is the people we love that go with it.
A small, simple peanut I must admit
Is nothing without my family in it.
I miss times with my dad at Rockies games.
For the greatest hamburgers, hot dogs, and fresh-cut fries,
we must only know one location, and that’s “Five Guys”.
The stores are found in thirteen states along the east coast.
Food is fresh and never frozen, quality’s the most!
Their burgers cooked to order from the best cuts of beef,
and freshly cut potatoes taste great beyond belief!
Fifteen delicious toppings are available there.
Any other fast food restaurant fails to compare.
Freshly roasted peanuts are served complimentary.
Free refills with drinks and they are priced reasonably.
So go to your nearest Five Guys if you want a treat.
You will learn their food quality can never be beat.
Copyright 2006 seven out enterprises.
Posted here especially for Andrea Dietrich
Three funny guys, Curly, Larry, and Mo
Slapstick comedians, you all must know
But there are three circus clowns
Who create mayhem and frowns
The crowd calls them Corny, Hairy and Schmo
Corny thinks he's the wily ring leader
Acting as if he's a Walmart greeter
Talking like he's really cool
But people laughed at the fool
Gobbled by the lion called 'Man Eater'
Hairy can be a bear when in pursuit
Got his name from being very hirsute
He was threatened with a shave
If he refused to behave
He bit off his tongue and now is a mute
Sad has become the life of flunky Schmo
He feeds peanuts to monkeys in the show
Since he lost his two friends
Finds himself at loose ends
Three circus clowns; each one was a bozo
Assaulted Peanuts
They rode across the Western Hills,
For the land of Middle Eyed Bong,
To raid the Salted Peanut Trees,
Of King Pod and his merry throng.
Who were they, this reckless band,
Dare to plunder with motley crew.
They knew not what their fate would be,
Angering the wrath, of Old Cashew.
Cashew is Sentinel of this land,
Most powerful Nut to crack.
Born and raised in the Pecan Mines,
Eyes of Steel and Walnut Black.
Renegade leader of this Gang,
Was Outlawed Percival Grimface,
Once a native of Middle Eye,
Until his assaulted Peanut disgrace.
Pod and Cashew received a snitch,
Of Percival’s imminent raid
and so, prepared their men elite,
The Special Peanut Brittle brigade.
Grimface had an informant,
A betrayer amongst his ranks,
Passed the word to King Pod’s Men,
Who were grateful and offered thanks.
The Brittle Brigade were fighting men,
No one could take them down,
May contain some traces of Nut,
Emblazoned above the Town.
The attack was planned for Midnight,
On the Thirty-Third of July.
A new Moon was clearly visible,
Under a cloudy dark blue sky.
On the edge of town, they did dismount,
To make ready for their swag,
In expectation of stealing Salties
and Take-away in a plastic bag.
The Peanut Trees were just to hand,
When Cashew shouted, GO MEN GO.
Percival walked into an ambush,
He was struck underneath, down below.
No match for King Pod’s Brittle Men,
Who had muscle and sling shot bricks.
Grimface and his Gang, outwitted,
Only Conkers and pointy sticks.
They never saw it coming,
No protection from Peanut shells,
Hastily retreating under fire,
Their pain and ear-piercing yells.
Those Renegades had been dispatched
Back from whence they came,
Never to return to Middle Eyed Bong,
In fear; of getting more, of the same.
If there’s a moral to this story,
Of which I seriously doubt,
Buy your own Salted Peanuts,
Else your villainy will find you out
Anti-Poem— “Going To See Honey Sanchez”
gloria and me we take a yellow taxi from canoga park
we go to see honey sanchez at the olympic on grand
she be the dragon lady on skates she and terri lynch
both of them girls be tough as nails in their ripe beauty
both wearing thunderbird white riding fire and blood
lighting up the banked track against the texas outlaws
gloria keep telling shirley hardman she be dead wrong
stop your mean ways shirley girl stop beating on honey
baby she say to me could I get her a soda and peanuts
the crowd be all noisy tonight and I can smell hot dogs
the people here they be rowdy and angry they scream
cuss words eating greasy onion rings and drinking beer
my gloria she be saying only one skater be her top hero
I says who and she smiles and say it be honey sanchez—
skater dragon lady at 18th and grand in her ripe beauty
Christian And The Tiger
Christian returned from church
Feeling worse for the experience;
Sunday!
Restless with nothing to do
Christian decided to visit the zoo.
The people there were strolling about:
Arm in arm, hand in hand, and in places
Mouth in mouth,
Black people, yellow people, white people
And children lost, crying for a policeman
As their mothers instructed.
The hippo yawned at the man in Bermudas snapping pictures;
A thin woman threw peanuts which the elephant ignored;
The zebra defecated, intensely studied by a soldier.
The reptiles were motionless:
An alligator stared mysteriously, like eyes behind sunglasses;
The monkeys were bored, except for the gorilla
Whish put a half-orange in its mouth and smiled — Sunkist
The restless cats all paced their cells
Except a tiger keeping silent vigil on the passing crowd.
Christian stood alone with the cat, saddened in its plight,
Letting remorse wash over him until ...
It was even stronger than the smell from the Bengal’s cage.
Then he gripped the rail retainer and cried aloud,
‘Release the tiger! Let him be free like me.’
His voice echoed but went unheard.
The tiger, tilting its head to the left,
Spoke:
‘Weep not for me, Christian;
Know you not that we are both imprisoned?
Your cell is merely larger, with more companions;
I was once free; can you say the same, O sad one?
As you see me, so I see you:
Behind bars.
Tell me, Christian,
For which captive do you weep?’
The truth the tiger spoke
Shocked him more than the situation
So Christian left the beast to his silent vigil.
He roamed the boulevard
Window-shopping with his thoughts
Until the sun was setting.
Then, with gnawing hunger
He paced the silent steps
To his row home and supper
And the remainder of Sunday’s routine.
Back at the zoo — it was feeding time
E.J. Hudak ca. 1969
"Nine Inch Nails, Ten Pins and the Purl Stitch"
She takes the cake
they offer, chewing too rapidly,
she Shrews when she speaks
I’ll beat warpath drums, she says,
no mistake
I’m a groper ... goody two shoes
she says
mouth wide open
songs problematic
she's done and she's gone
a stitch loose in the weave
drop one pearl one
dropped
gone
for kissing small bait in the shallows
she circles her quarry
bites their backs
she sits astride
the legs of a hot gripping story
sits like a monkey
begging for peanuts
she spits in comments
I'm thoroughly congruent
in moments of questionable torrent
I am all here
dear boy
dear girl
knit one
drop one pearl hooray
I am all here, here hearing
all seeing, all knowing
I throw it back
and I’ll give you
the crux of the crutch
all knowing
make no mistake.
my good god
I don’t care
I don’t care
do we care?
I don’t care.
truly I eat their sour pears,
place more wax in my ears
she throws pearls
decorously adorning
the minds of sows’ rears
left wing molting
a mouth full of feathers
right wing feeding them
she’s all knowing
bling bling bling bling
bling bling
bowling ball glowing
Ten pins
preparing minds
sharp needles
and yarns
Purl Stitch
knit one,
drop one
knit one
drop one
win
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“Ram” – Paul, Linda Mcartney
https://youtu.be/dQwdanGKILI
We're so sorry, uncle Albert
But we haven't done a bloody thing all day
We're so sorry, uncle Albert
But the kettle's on the boil
And we're so easily called away
Hands across the water, water
Heads across the sky
Hands across the water, water
Heads across the sky
"Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger."
"There's small choice in wrotten apples".
"If I be waspish, best beware my sting.”
All the kids will sure be running
From every part of town
With laughs and shouts aplenty
When the circus comes to town.
A marching band will hit the streets,
The calliope will sound.
Everyone will hear it
When the circus comes to town.
There’ll be elephants and lions
With acrobats and clowns,
Lots of fun for everyone
When the circus comes to town.
Large bales of cotton candy
And peanuts by the pound,
Corn dogs on a wooden stick
When the circus comes to town.
Oh Mama, is it bed-time yet?
Please turn my covers down.
I want to wake up early
When the circus comes to town.