Long Sandwich Poems
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Ain’t No Such Word
Do you love the English language?
That uses words such as ain’t
Placed in a sentence, like a sandwich
Of the word, I’ve no complaint
There be those who will not use it
No such word as ain’t, they say
But this belief, I do refuse it
And always say it anyway
They say it sounds so uncouth
Ill-educated, don’t you know
That may not be, far from the truth
But somehow, ain’t, has such a flow
If you speak with plums in gob
Then usage sure ain’t gonna happen
It ain’t for me your words to rob
And ain’t for you my words to flatten
In the garden of our language
Ain’t, be no more than a weed
Perfectionists, release your bondage
This flowers bursting to be freed.
I’ve fought the corner of this little word for years,
Been rebuked a thousand times, mind you,
999 of those were on purpose lol
This sandwich board licence business closely illustrates
what this is really by taking the biscuit
money for signage so much a year
Drawing a unique picture frame from crumbs
in how the slave master operates exploiting powers
then reading about how the capital's council is intending to cut down trees
that are a couple of hundred years old
this to make way for progress building a bus route
They spout green when really their souls are so darned black
rotten devolved politics will soon devour itself internally crooks
corrupted hosts no amount of fiddling or cooking the books hides facts
blindness a lot of people can see through this ugly veil stealing
Where doctored figures never seem to add up
fraud correct me if I am wrong in addressing liars
those destructive bodies that support the me me me culture
backwards peddling is always looking at new ways forward
destroying the nature of truth replacing it with suffering
They’re ugly and grown yellow
after being used awhile,
and rarely are they seen
except for when I smile.
I have a rare condition
that makes my mouth grow wetter.
I have to use one of these things
just to feel a bit better.
While at the movies one time,
my thing I could not find.
Searching in the darkness,
I almost lost my mind.
Three others like it are at my house.
But my dog on one left a gap.
When finding it, he bit it
and now it is for crap.
Only two are left now.
I worry they’ll get lost,
and to just replace one
is a ridiculous cost.
The other day I took one out
to eat my Subway sandwich.
When I went to put it back in,
I was in a pan-wich.
High and low I searched
everywhere I had been
between the bedroom and kitchen
and then I’d search again.
Then I had the strangest thought,
and though I had some doubt,
my mouthguard I had wrapped inside
the Subway wrapper. I almost tossed it out!
She sent me a lol on wattsapp
Please pass the ketchup
Mothership gliding in silent space
Umbilically us padded in shiny foil
Her face deflected in a fish bowl
Leaves only guessing about her thoughts
Lets dock Lets talk
Little ingots and tiny orbs
Suspended in the fluid of my sight
Just us against the world
Through the crackling and the static noise
Wincing hard to hear her voice
Her words a soggy sandwich
Pleading as my waning battery
But my head wouldnt dock with my heart
And somehow we became unwed
She was my torment, I was her duty
Her virtue was the softer call
And that became her beauty
Ive become much softer now
But it doesnt work for me at all
A completed work a naughty boy
Indifferent now to watch me fall
They smirked and made fun of her.
None of them could relate.
They had never been there.
Could not imagine being homeless or on drugs.
They laughed at her distress.
Teased her with their left over sandwiches.
They thought they were being “cute”.
They were being themselves, ignorant of anyone else’s feelings.
Along came another homeless woman.
She saw the struggle, and she stopped to help.
She brought out a sandwich, and a bottle of water.
She did not have much, but what she did have, she shared.
They laughed harder now.
Two of the dirty, grimy things.
Two who laughed ended up on the streets a few years later.
Understanding now why their gloating and bullying was mean.
At a meeting, someone said,
“I’m hungry. Who has food?”
Some offerings were made for which
He showed his gratitude:
A yummy looking sandwich,
Missing two or three small bites
And a little bag of pretzels,
Like those given out on flights.
He ate and felt much better,
Glad that we could help him out,
For that’s what having friends around
Is really all about.
The meeting over, I walked out
To catch an uptown train
And passed a stranger on the street
Who shouted out, in vain…
“I’m hungry. Who has food for me?”
He seemed about to cry;
But all the crowd that swirled around
Just kept on walking by.
I am the Latch-Key Kid
When I go home, no tea on the table
I manage to make myself something to eat
The best that I am able
Mum and Dad at work till past eleven
So I just sit and watch TV
When they come home they go to bed
They have no time for me
At eight-thirty in the morning
My dad gives me a lift to school
He tells me to do as I’m told
And not to play the fool
The guy at the desk behind me
Starts kicking my chair leg again
I loudly express my opinion
And I’m rewarded with getting the cane
At lunchtime I sit in the canteen
And open up my lunch box
It contains a curled-up ham sandwich
“Is that all you’ve got” the guy next to me mocks
His lunch box is laden with sandwiches and crisps
And a slice of homemade chocolate cake
I really can’t remember
The last time I saw my mum bake
The school bell rings at three ‘o’ clock
And we all make a mad dash for the door
A bully pushes me over
And I end up on the floor
He looks down at me and says
“Are you going to tell your mam”?
If I stand up I’ll get knocked back down
So I might as well stay where I am
My books and homework are strewn on the floor
And they get trampled underfoot
Before the bully leaves
I get a firm kick in the gut
My school has zero tolerance for bullying
But complaints are not effective
If my parents report an incident
They're accused of being over-protective
Finally I get home
After taking the longer route
The bullies have stolen sweets from a timid new starter
And they’re sharing out their loot
I have my usual meal for tea
A plate of beans on toast
The best meal of my week
Is when mum cooks a Sunday roast
Later as I lay in bed
I hear the front door slam
I listen for the familiar sound
Of dad arguing with mam
Tomorrow is another day
But for me every weekday's the same
I am the latch-key kid
But I know I’m not to blame
on the first day of christmas, my aussie love gave to me
a pavlova with strawberries and cream
on the second day of christmas, my aussie love gave to me
two vegemite sangers, and a pavlova with strawberries and cream
on the third day of christmas, my aussie love gave to me
three meat pies , two vegemite sangers, and a pavlova with strawberries and cream
on the fourth day of christmas, my aussie love gave to me
four anzac bikkies, three meat pies , two vegemite sangers, and a pavlova with strawberries and cream
on the fifth day of christmas, my aussie love gave to me
five snags on the barbie, four anzac bikkies, three meat pies , two vegemite sangers and a pavlova with strawberries and cream
on the sixth day of christmas, my aussie love gave to me
six lamington squares, five snags on the barbie, four anzac bikkies, three meat pies , two vegemite sangers, and a pavlova with strawberries and cream
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aussie slang explanations:
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pavlova-meringue based dessert
sanger-sandwich
bikkie-biscuit
barbie-barbecue
snags-sausages
lamington-squares of butter cake or sponge cake coated in an outer layer of chocolate sauce and rolled in desiccated coconut
Love take me
in one breath away
fruit of dreams
your are
the sweet aroma
in one's mind eclipsed
Angel feathers
striking records time
Harp plucks strings
gently angelic dusting
out from the cobwebs
magic flowers colour with light
Blossoming inside
beautiful warm petals
Touching summer fragrance
brushing heartbeats race
into chambers cells
a carnation amongst flowers
You sit stately
royal crowned
Queen
you are a rose
amongst the thorns
in the sunlight you beam
Warmly the butterfies dance freely
melting golden delicious bites
buttering the sandwich
you take the biscuit
as the morning dew sits upon you
awakening daydreams
kissed in your thorns
Star Wars Lullaby
Sing to the skies a Star Wars lullaby
Stay clear of the pentagram and other unkind signs
That sway out there on waves of outer space
Fly to foreign planets, riding like a rhymer
Alive! Sailing on a solar wind in peace through time
Take guitar in hand, euphoric in the moment
With the other hand hold laser gun with beams of light
To fight the Imperial forces gathering
What will it be?
A rhymer knows just what to do and think
Should you shoot them?
Maybe wave a torch or magic wand
Strum them to death with music?
Lull them off to sleep with artistry and good looks?
A geek stumbles on the scene, thick black rimmed glasses on
Falls on cosmic tapestries to entice the enemy
He offers alternate solutions for the unwanted company
Extends his half eaten sandwich made of tuna
To the evil forces who reject his fishy lunch
And Darth Vader wants a ham…of course
Geeks read Tolkien to improve their minds
And prefer that to the dark side of the force
It would be an optical illusion to think otherwise
With or without geek glasses
Escaping on a wave of music at the speed of light
Is the clear choice to avoid a fight
The void is there, like a brother, to fill in noise and needs
Put out the torch and let the babies sleep
Rock the evil empire to its knees with lullabies and bombs
Set them on rockets to the deep beyond
Send them to oblivion with a song
Created on 11/14/14 for Cyndi MacMillan’s
“A WORD COLLAGE FOR CHAN HURST” Poetry Contest
Words used in poem: Euphoric, Star Wars, Tolkien, Guitar, Pentagram, Optical, Artistry, Brother, Geek, Torch, Alive, Rhymer