Long Peas Poems
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You know I am in the ether, darling
You feel my presence, though we have not met
Do not settle for anyone less, wait for me.
I promise I will be worth the wait.
I feel you in the garden, tending your marigolds.
I see you in snapping fresh peas in my mind’s eye
We are worth the wait; do not settle, please.
Who am I to you? I am your future, and you are mine.
I come alone, with my hands open, my arms widespread.
I plead you wait for me. You will know when I arrive.
Do not settle. Do not be in a rush. We are meant to be.
I can see us cuddling and bundling, warming each other in winter.
I ask only one thing. Wait for me. I come alone. With open heart.
I am not there yet, but you sense me. You know I am close.
Please do not rush. Follow your soul, wait for me.
I am close, and I come alone.
On the first day of Christmas
Take Advent age of Xmas countdown
On the second day of Christmas
Holly was a thorn in the side
On the third day of Christmas
Ivy was a real creep
On the fourth day of Christmas
They got a frosty reception
On the fifth day of Christmas
Three wise men proclaimed it was crackers
On the sixth day of Christmas
Who is Mary Christmas? Why Carol’s cousin of course
On the seventh day of Christmas
Yule be getting excited – it’s Claus and effect
On the eighth day of Christmas
All presents present but bah humbugs in Christmas stockings
On the ninth day of Christmas
You snow it won’t reindeer on Christmas day
On the tenth day of Christmas
Time for silent night so sleigh bells
On the eleventh day of Christmas
Coffee-loving Prancer and Dancer are Santa’s Starbucks
On the twelfth day of Christmas
Let’s eat cold turkey and peas on earth
Ho Ho Ho!
AZAFRAN dances tango well
SPANISH IN ARGENTINA.
Divinely harmonized
in the vinaigrette, onion, pepper
and tomato ... it's the joyful sound
of the barbecue music ...
In phenomenal pas de deux
the carrot and rice ...
When alone, the tomato is whole
BLUSH in FLASH ...
Peas drummed on the plate
waiting for the skewer of
strange dance of forks ...
Potatoes are made COCKTAILS
when from POMME DE TERRE
are announced ...
It's gastronomic festival on the tables
and in salads ... or in the Chinese pagoda
of "barges"
Festive dance of dancing vegetables
at its own party ...!
I almost lost my balance,
But you rescued me before I fell flat down on the floor
We, in unison, dance
You are the harmony of my symphony...your empathy is what I adore
You are someone I was looking for,
That awesome open door of endless opportunities and more
I'm alright without sleep at night
But you worry that I won't make it
But it's all black and white, darling angel
Your encouragement and you're looking-after-me motive turns me on...now, it rings a familiar bell
I must tell you, you are a heaven, not much of a hell
You are the rare gem that I will never in my dreams sell
You tell me I sing better than Adam Levine and Adele...
Put together...
You are like no other
My future is clear to me now, it ain't no blur and I'm no longer unsure
What lies ahead is meant to be
I bet it's gonna work out with you and me
You and I I meant to say
I don't care about grammar, but whatever...I'm so cra-cra
Odds are that you and I are two peas in a pod
Evens are that we are pleasing to the sight of God
I can't imagine a day without you and every time I think about your absence, I cry myself to sleep and I fear that I'll lose my glow
As Selena Gomez says in her lyrics, the heart wants what it wants...yep, I guess I coveted you a bit
I'm fired up by overwhelming vibes when I am right next to you...it's my fault for letting you go with woe in my heart and my anxieties swing me to and fro
I don't want to waste away your time like I think I do...I expressed my deepest regrets and secrets to you, so DON'T tell a soul or I'll have damage done to me in the darksome pit
I write this poem to you obvious
I hope I don't seem oblivious
I want to hold you and you to hold me back
The aftershocks of being under pressure made me avoid everyone...I'm sorry I am foolish and thoughtless, left to be that lone magazine in the rack
I hold onto these hardships and feelings on my back in a sack
It's like unpaid debt and homework in a stack
I need to get back on track
I need to strengthen all the weakness,
But I need help to make further progress
Hold up, I missed what you just said
Say that again? Am I alive or dead?
In the summertime if the weather is fine,
Families let the train take the strain
To make their own sunshine.
Set for the coast and the Ocean Beach funfair
Chasing dreams, memories to be made there.
Two hundred minutes by train will feel slow,
“Pick up the pace - come on - let's go!”
A family day at a seaside town,
like a carousel ride, will go up and down…
Lots of smells and lots of noise,
Teenage girls and lynxed-up boys.
Boys bare-chested, girls in crop-tops,
Dad’s in sliders, mum’s in flip-flops,
Neon shorts and denim mini-skirts,
Uncle Barry's after-shaved midlife flirts.
Nan’s sitting out, “I'm minding the bags”,
Glittery vape has replaced her flags.
Waltzers spinning, ghost ride screams,
Long queues at the van selling ice creams.
Raspberry sauce like strawberry laces,
Ice pops melting, sticky faces.
Red sugar dummies and bubble gum slushi,
Fish chips and peas - the type that's mushy.
Kamikaze wasps that helter-skelter
Sue’s on karaoke singing out a belter.
The chlorinated aqua of the outdoor pool,
Sheena’s tankini-ed, hoping for a new fool.
Slippery slide is well splashtastic,
Dolphin bins in bright blue plastic.
The triumphant arrival of the unicorn inflatable!
Dad’s in charge as children scramble,
Splashing eyes in sibling combat,
“We agreed as a family - no one likes that!”
Getting changed after, gets out of hand,
Loss of a sports sock, knickers in the sand.
All too soon, it's time to head home,
“-but I've got a token left”, one child moans.
A helium balloon that floats away
Triggers tired toddler tears
Of a vanillary day.
Round and round writing prose,...
she will stop, who knows where
helping him, helping her, helping all of us grow ..
Debbie's poetry hoe has been sharpened by time
She tills the Soup garden, with verses and rhyme..
Planting a rose, where the verse needed flow
Her crops flourish ripe, with a talented verse
and takes out a moment, to help you, of course
...
I wouldn't label her poems, as sweet as a pea...
She doesn't shy away from tidbits of some controversy
If you've read D. G's poems
You'll see they don't fall flat....
She is gifted with excellence....and that is that!!
Her poems aren't too mushy....they are filled with the meat
Of wit, and thought....not meager sprouts
Some need to be read again and again
To quite understand what she's all about
Like peas in a row, they will weather the rain
There are Imps in her garden, who like to munch
They turn over the leaves, page by page
I have a hunch...she's an Imp herself...
She is never content...to sit on a shelf
With those contests quite clever...to help us write better,
We will grow our own....from the seeds she has sown...
As we reap from the harvest....it is easy to see
Adding peas to the pot....adds some spice to the plot
Being contrary......our Ms. D.G. stirs the Soup family !!
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Oh my....are you ever brave to let us mess with your poetry!!!! Courages?? YES !!
For Ms. Guzzi's contest ..........from her poem called "Ms. Contrary's Garden"
My youngest son is forty-six years old
A chip off the old block as they say
I take full responsibility for this young fellow
Scott is his name, silliness is his game
Proud as punch of that boy
'Why grow up' has always been my motto
He has certainly accepted it as his as well
Like two peas in a pod we are
Poor dear wife Cathie
She is tested daily by us two extreme characters
She deserved some kind of an award, a medal
For endurance under extreme comedic conditions
The word 'serious' does not exist in our vocabulary
Life is one big hoot
And why not... the alternative sucks
Did I say I'm proud as punch of this fellow
A successful computer guru
Heading up the Creative Services Department
For a large company servicing the pharmaceutical industry
Did I say I'm proud as punch of this fellow
I'm repeating myself aren't I
He's the apple of my eye
Ironically, we are both Apple Computer geeks!
We're both bytes out of the old Apple
© Jack Ellison 2014
We look both the same how could this be
Two peas in a pod that's you and me
When we were babies we both dressed the same
The only thing different I suppose was our name.
I was called Pete and you was called Paul
Time went so fast we grew very tall
We're much older now but still look the same
Two peas in a pod with a different name.
I remember one day when Paul was at school
He did something wrong he broke the school rule
The next day came but Pete got the blame
Two peas in a pod they both look the same.
Paul had a girlfriend she was so very nice
But when she saw Pete she had to look twice
She said Pete are you Paul, he thought and said yes
She gave him a kiss so he had to confess.
I'm sorry Pete said I think your confused
I'm not really Paul, she wasn't amused
You're like two peas in a pod you both look the same
Who am I dating I'm going insane.
Written for Nathan's contest
My youngest son is 53 years old
A chip off the old block as they say
I take full responsibility for this young fellow
Scott is his name, silliness is his game
Proud as punch of that boy
'Why grow up' has always been my motto
He has certainly accepted it as his as well
Like two peas in a pod we are
Poor dear wife Cathie
She is tested daily by us two extreme characters
She deserved some kind of an award, a medal
For endurance under extreme comedic conditions
The word 'serious' does not exist in our vocabulary
Life is one big hoot
And why not... the alternative sucks
Did I say I'm proud as punch of my Scottie
A successful computer guru
Heading up the Creative Services Department
Of a large company servicing the pharmaceutical industry
Did I say I'm proud as punch of this fellow
I'm repeating myself aren't I
He's the 'apple' of my eye
Ironically, we are both Apple Computer geeks!
We're both bytes out of the old Apple
Black-eye peas
Name for a group
Not some kind of luncheon soup
Had hit go to the top
The name of it is
"I Got A Feeling" stop
Oprah had them on today
For an audience of 20,000
Off the stage
Hired 20 professional
Dancers , see ,who trained
800 more to dance for free
They preformed a routine
Called A flash mod
Largest group in history
To do such a task
This sight made my day
Really usually don't care
For this very much but
This revered my motor up
(Oprah Winfrey's opening today featured this group on stage outdoors in Chicago. They led
20,000 people in a dance routine which I don't know what it was called or if it had a name
but what happened is called a Flash Mod, if I understood correctly. It was uplifting.)
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