Long Pinata Poems
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First comes Spring, with daisies and Easter eggs,
And little girls running around wearing their Sunday best.
My peony's start blooming, followed by
long walks with my dog, who is sniffing around
fire hydrants for the first time in 3 months.
The sun's eyes are open later,
While the moon takes his time rising deep in the horizon,
And the stars are just so much more,
-fascinating.
Summer brings newness and fresh green everything,
Everywhere it spreads, wherever it can touch and see.
The burning heat is combined with sweating,
which then turns into family reunions,
Followed by swimming with my cousins.
And I can hear the sound of tiny footprints on lawns
Running through the neighbor's favorite sprinkler.
And sweet smell of marshmallows to eat,
-at dusk.
My favorite one of them all, would have to be the Fall,
The sweet scent of fire lingering through the
Twilit cool breeze,
And there are yellow, orange and red leaves falling,
Like confetti from a pinata,
They have a certain destination in mind,
Mostly it's for my children collecting them with papa,
Or using them for their 3rd grade Science project.
Families all over the world get to do one thing,
At the same time...
Collect nature's beauty marks,
And jump so excitingly among,
-the beauty of a season..
Not too long after that, the Winter I saved for last.
Not because I don't appreciate this weathered season,
But because there's nothing better than that first time
You can see your breath when you breathe.
I'll never forget the first time I woke up as a child,
Gazed out our front porch window,
And experiencing awe for the very first time and saw,
Snow dipped pine trees with little green, and a lot of white.
There are icicles dangling reflecting a prism into
All surrounding light, and when they decide it's time to melt,
It's about that time of year when the sun stays up a little later,
And when the moon takes his time rising deep in the horizon.
And when the stars are just so much more..
-fascinating.
"I dream of Candy!"
Sweet cakes and peanut butter squares
A living diabetic's nightmare. -- My heart
sings to the beat, Under the Neutron Star Crunch
Sweet sugar cookies and peanut butter bars
Taunting whoopers,
Dancing dum dum's,
The sweetest silhouette show - in my room
Dreamy, Creamy Cupcakes in the afternoon
Cinnamon Cheerios cascade on my spoon
Sweeter than my sweet tooth
Now and later - a forever honeymoon
Jigglin' my jelly belly boo berry Butterfinger delight
I'm in love, licking the icy ICEE all night long
Extra freshness, once I crop a top off of a mountain dew pop
My eyes sparkle like diamond dazzle razzles in the sky
I LIVE to fabricate my very own sugar extract R.E.M. Sleep
Savoring the sound of saliva trapped in my mouth
THIS night - ovulated buds - wait to feast!
Enjoying delicious dulce music sleepy symphony
Braggin' and embracin' a pinata pillow escapade
Enchanted by a cotton candy crave - calling my name
Lalaloopsy licorice and lemonade tea
The best-wet dream I've ever seen
Marshmallows of solitude dulcify every fresh fantasy
Enticing in a bright slushy skittles daydream freeze
One fat sunny bowl of cereals and cane
Crackerjack spell --- chocolate chip swirls,
Caramel lumps constipate the brain
Sizing - peanuts and in a popcorn party payday
Wrigley's wild winter Spearmint Breath parade
Give me, give me, some Gummy bear Dessert
---------"Another Fruit Ninja hair DAY!"
Watermelon Taffy stuck on the top of my gums
Swallowing the whiteness in a whistle pop bar
I FELL LIKE A SWEET SUGAR STAR!!!
Glaze of glory erupts deep down my throat 24/7
Bubblicious, mint twist, Sunkist the best Twizzler breakfast
Yummy in my twinkie tummy, drooling over frosted flakes
One more strawberry smoothie 44 oz cup
Counting each and every Pez popping'' up
Goodnight light,
It's time to get lost under the midnight moon pie sky
SELF- Huggin'' and snugglin'' to a new sugar rush high
:-D
I saw the ugly dweeb in the school yard
Thought I'd teach him that life was hard
He was weak, I felt like pushing him around
Jane and Mike were with me, I picked him off the ground
Mike laughed as the nerd's legs kicked in the air
Jane threw the geek's glasses, they cracked, she didn't care
Then this pinata began to speak
He talked like a preacher, what a freak!
"Countrymen" he said, "You're on a sinking boat"
"The debt is huge, and they've stolen the vote!"
"Merit is replaced by obsession with race
And by the way, I'm carrying Mace."
I gave an uncertain sigh, shook the little twerp
He said "wind and solar kill birds, one day no more chirp.
"Our energy supply destroyed for a chimera of green"
I dropped the dweeb, it was a surreal scene
He fell on the asphalt, let out a groan
He said "we're all on the Titanic, so leave me alone:
The iceberg has sliced the hull, we're all going to sink
So bullying is pointless, I want to make you think!"
I picked him up again, it required quite some heft
He added "Latin America has gone hard left"
Hezbollah and Iran are all flourishing down there:
Russians in Nicaragua, Chinese everywhere."
My arms were tired, and it was time for gym
I dropped him again, but I'll make plans for him.
Dweebs like that got to know their place
Then he pulled out a bottle, threatened me with mace.
He spoke again, "This is a better lesson than class
Be sure I'm not armed, before being so crass"
Then he carried on about drugs, factories gone away
Mike and Jane looked dazed, I looked gray
He continued speechifying on the schoolyard floor
We lost our appetite for bullying anymore.
Some years later I heard the dweeb became a rock star
To me real proof we've sunk, and how far
With sold out concerts, screaming dames
Hopeless dweebs all, they're all insane.
On the other hand, since we're on a sinking boat
Might as well be crazy, while we're still afloat.
Senor's wealth management...
battered pinata like
Yours truly courtesy servitude
tethered existence suffers neck
brunt of yoke
fiscal recklessness got me woke
within cosmic schema,
a mere infinitesimal speck.
Insolvent crisis principally bespoke
interestingly enough
caught me off balance
sudden pennilessness
(dollar short/ day late dada)
analogous to vice grip
stranglehold doth choke
coffers emptied
willy-nilly Okey doke
colorblindness
fundamentally governed me
into zombified state
thus another plaintive plea
I repeatedly, lamely, and feebly evoke
meaning remuneration welcomed
courtesy altruistic generosity, magnanimity
and philanthropy humble
anonymous Lake Woebegone folk
ideally Norwegian bachelor farmers
to alleviate fiasco from fiendish
fraudsters frazzled father.
In plain (Schwenksville speak)
broken English,
I fell prey to hustlers
audacious, ferocious, malicious,
voracious, zealous tricksters,
who stealthily found entry
into my Macbook Pro
and locked computer screen
with threatening implication
security of mine private domain
awash with byte size bits
of valuable information
at risk of being tampered
with or obliterated.
Analogous to eminent domain of yore
mine digital terrain
manifest destiny meant war
virtual flesh and blood
regarding these lovely bones
yours truly gussied up
as chargé d'affaires
sent on risky (business) dutiful tour
to inflict comeuppance on him
who rendered me poor
as a Unitarian Church mouse,
plus I recruited
offspring of one of countless
related German Shepherd dogs
featured in fictional stories
on film, radio and television,
who starred as Rin Tin Tin reincarnate
belonging to elite K9 Korp
receiving unexpected support
courtesy end of gum
(cryptic message for ye
to chew on) sympathizers
voluntarily boosted success
at recouping major financial setback
my morale viz extempore.
Love isn’t amorousness,
Nor is it hunger nor thirst,
With vehemence, I insist: Love is a perpetual motion machine
O! Break! Break! Break! My Hardened Heart!
Be shattered by Love,
And let all your disquietude be shaken out of you, like candy out of a pinata!
E*very time you sacrifice something lesser for something greater, that is Love
From the beginning, nothing you were taught will ever matter more
Find in your heart the beginning, then work Love into practical things
Erupt! With Joy! At the presence, near, of the Beloved
Receive Her as though this new day will be your last
Veneration may be for sillies or fuddies but DO it
Elopement is all the way for the strong of heart
Sight fails, and then the hands learn to know the face of the Beloved
Crying verses with bell-like tongues fly out of those who yearn for Love's Purity
Energy-in-motion is never big enough or beautiful enough to sing Her Name
Near-to-Death, no heart, ever, does not prize it most
Clearly, clean clinical classifications cloy, clot and clutz the fervidness of Love
E*very time you sacrifice something lesser for something greater, that is Love
And now, to the subject of reverence…
When her body is a holy temple before you,
When you must wash your hands and feet and face before you approach her
When you joy to fluff her pillows or your breath catches, when you touch her
face,
When all of her is Divine unto you, and Delightful, and Dear
THEN
That is the beginning of Love!
______
* NOTE: 'effervescence' is spelled out, like in an acrostic poem
2/8/2019
Submitted for: Free Verse On Love -- 10 Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Lu Loo
Abby daddy's rejoicing a favorite hobby Making you laugh he riding your first stick pony The surrealism from mamma dada to mommy and daddy Your family laughing with you on your happy number three Some dreams come true Abby as you are running now blowing your candles out kicking the pink and white ball Head over heels it is your Birthday capturing the eyes of all Some hoots and hollers for hands stands is how In your pink frilly dress and pink cowgirl boots you see Abby you brought smiles and laughter about As answering to a tomboys call big smiles A pink jeep big girls riding bigger boys throwing football Ripping throwing wrapping as you open bigger smiles Fishing poles and dolls even a toy mower like daddy's real one Multicolored balloons ride into a purple and pink setting sun While Abby you are past not so terrible your two's Ice cream and cake you have and eat it too Your family prays many more for you Pinata and pin the tail on the donkey Abby you are a blessing smile Jesus loves you true Abby a Kentucky cowgirl turns three
On the path to happiness,
there are so many obstacles you face
And moving past those barriers,
at times, can be very daunting
It can have your mind going thru a maze,
never knowing which way to turn
Trouble in every direction,
but you must keep pressing on
Too often it feels like
there’s no good way to go at the crossroad
Other voices might wanna navigate you,
make you pay the emotional toll too
Tell you how fast and slow to go ...
crash test dummy you into the barrier
No roadside rescue
Mind control experiment safety protocols rescinded,
resulting in tragic toe tag deja vu
Bad science ... bad voodoo
Avoid being a shrunken head puppet on someone else’s chain,
don’t be a road stop pinata for the releasing of their pain
Other people problems can be a barrier,
preventing you from reaching your nirvana destination
Sometimes, going it alone
is the best way for getting thru
those myriad of barriers impeding you
But this path is a hard choice,
taken by very few
Because should you find that blissful place in the end —
Happiness ain’t true happiness,
if there’s no one to share in it too,
and enjoy the beauty of it with you
Love is you loving me and me loving you
The rest is piñata fluff
Though love seems an illusion
it lives in the soul of expectation
I fight for the love we had yesterday
to experience your pure love again
and as we know today some people can’t be loved
in this promiscuous era of selfish indulgences
the personal pronoun prevails
But you and I have a loving history
I always felt we were too quick to part
but we have seen the light
haven't we?
When the young fall in love
they have no understanding of the struggles ahead
unselfish efforts we willingly make to strengthen the bonds of love
may later default on the promise that forever love though sincerely said
can close all paths to the truth of an honest love
But you and I are lucky to have found each other again
you feel that too don't you?
we remember the love we had and shared don't we?
enough shenanigans, let’s go home, our home
And love each other again fervently
like we did the first time we met and began this true love
in those golden tomorrows we promised each other
in those happier days and nights of yesterday
When parents don’t have a choice and vanish
We, the hunted children of the urban jungle,
Inhale distorted dreams on an empty stomach
Falling asleep with stars and nightmarish rats
There is oxygen enough for the entire planet
Surprise us, please, with lullabies not bullets
We are afraid to grow up - as Fairies do not touch -
Only men with cold fingers in their perverted lust
“Let the children come to me...” - Hope Mountain echoes-
Above the World’s Stadium let kids’ pinata splatter
With candy for the rich and candy for the poor
We all belong together residing in our Hope…
Copyright 2011
Iolanda Scripca
Written for an International Documentary film...Check it out at: www.caprioleproductions.org
The little filthy secret of the economically rich Brazil is the assasination of the
poor "children of the streets" in its capital. They are considered a nuissance to the
rich and their lives...these poor kids are called "Street Urchins" and are victims of
drugs, prostitution and violence.
More brilliantly created than any paper mache' pinata
Colors bolder than a rainbow's sweeping arches of light
It's a delicate symphony performing a beautiful sonata
A magnificent sculpture is sweet eye candy in my sight
Colors bolder than a rainbow's sweeping arches of light
Blown glass balloons of a clown, twisted into curlyques
A magnificent sculpture is sweet eye candy in my sight
Intricately delectible is this fragile piece in glorious hues
Blown glass balloons of a clown, twisted into curlyques
This Chuhuly artwork spills its treasures from overhead
Intricately delectible is this fragile piece in glorious hues
A feast for artists whose insatiable hunger must be fed
This Chuhuly artwork spills its treasures from overhead
It's a delicate symphony performing a beautiful sonata
A feast for artists whose insatiable hunger must be fed
More brilliantly created than any paper mache' pinata
~~ July Twelfth ~ Two Thousand and Seventeen ~~