Long Scoop Poems
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Some say that Love's
imagination -- no medic
can plot and find; like
science disproves a soul,
better ice cream in a solid bowl --
some say love's a mere
occupation -- Bread and
Butter of the poet; the bard
and musician like snow-balls
scoop-up, compress and throw
it~
stick to the wall a vinyl or perhaps book;
my priest claims highest spiritual
veneration, after earth relocation --
pass the plate, before it's too
late...cheaper now
than after-hours' rate...
seems to preoccupy a world of real time
and space...
that which man can only psychically
place and trace --
Don’t shake hands with poison ivy or play fetch with rabid dogs.
Never trust the crap fanatics post on hate spewing blogs.
Don’t ever lose touch with your brakes when the highway is slick,
And don’t be a dick.
Don’t hang out with child molesters or give rides to psycho freaks.
Never look to find perfection when you’re shopping for antiques.
Don’t ever cross over the lake when the ice isn’t thick,
And don’t be a dick.
Don’t expect an evangelical to have an open mind.
Never fail to see the goodness in the rest of humankind.
Don’t order a triple scoop cone you’re not ready to lick,
And don’t be a dick.
The wisdom that drips from the spigot,
The principal notions that click,
Are exercise good common sense,
And don’t be a dick.
I saw him posing on his perch
While exploring Blackpool merch.
"The Snack Thief" is how he's locally known
Wide eyed, plump and holding his own.
He loves chips, ice cream cones and bread...
So keep an eye out over head!
He'll hover, then suddenly down he'll swoop
To gather up a hearty scoop.
Or he'll seem to dawdle by your side
But snatch your snack when you watch the tide.
He's very intelligent and with it sneaky.
But he is endearing, cute and cheeky.
Its advisable for tourists to feast inside
Where naughty seagulls don't reside.
Steven Seagull now lives with me
So he can't cause chaos near the sea!
Newtonian physics say what goes up must come down
sorry not in the camp of horn tootin, high falutin clowns
justice serves only to rebuke you, not too astute of you
when youre bragging of genetics, a sword in the mouth can cut the lips
can gag you with double edged aplologetics
better watch out for backlash from observant critics,
self righteous attitudes, lukewarm civics
we can't bear the fruition of more bad fruit,
from bad apples with thin skins poisoning the youth
practice what you preach? ever hear of reciprocity for frontal lobotomy, lasiks surgery for radiocarotot omy
making things resentful what you tryin to prove? separation or hostility? Uncle Toms? up the Auntie, you are betting against the youth. Your blind vision seeing the world anew?
Now I know there's 31 flavors so many ways to taste, defeat, scoop up the malaise
don't rub it in the face when you're on top of the heap
make people suck on your cone of invincibility
bet it makes the taste of vanilla? A fetish treat, out of spite when all races got some fine honeys, and miss or Mrs BUTTERSWORTH mm hmm, you statistically will leave.
Leaves a bad taste, in the palate of the nationality. The grapes of wrath's depression made it's impression on all the people, so rinse your mouth, spit, repeat. Don't get drunk on your High C.
Too much high flying, smack talking, mainlining cult of gangsta personality
there aint no union in a phrase like "aint seen nothin like me"
No one is shocked a person of darker pigment can pass a football or do anything they set out to dream with heart in hard work. I think you better stick with a spork, instead of hotknifing that herb, rubbing that lambp of piper sheeptoslaughter jerk.
Catch more bees with honey, plus you can use that plastic spoon to dig your way out of the backstabbery,
but Hollywood Idols love their trophys
especially silver spooned ones, Campbell's Chunky for coddled athletes, who got nothin else to do
but compete for biggest cat in a cradle,
Golden icons on the silver screen.
I want more
More time to do more
More this and more that
Someone told me less is more
What do you think of that
If I had more money
I could buy more stuff
If I had more things
would it be enough
I'd eat more
have an extra scoop
At the other end
there'd be more poop
If I'm more smelly
I might have less friends
but I guess it depends
They may want more
More from me
More generosity
More trips
more insanity
More hands out
More questioning what I see
I'd have to be more careful
More intelligent
More astute
The more I'd have
The more I'd pollute
So instead
Do I want less
Yes less
Less time away from home
Less using my iPhone
Less stress
So it seems less is more
More or less
I need more time to confess
So I can be less of a mess
and more of a man
More and different
Better than I am
More importantly
I'd be blessed
Having less
Is a test
So that when
I have more
My own greed is addressed
I won't care who's impressed
I'll give to those in need
the ones who need more
Because sometimes
Less is just less
Those with more
should help clean up the mess
So in the end
Less or more
More or less
Be your best
Don't forget who you are
Either way be a blessing
and be blessed.
1-800-TWEET-TWEET-TWEET
Whoa is me, don't have many friends
Except those here on the Soup
Maybe because I show only my best side
You don't know the real scoop
Nasty to children that push old people down
Whenever I get the chance
It's my right been living eighty-six years
Still adorable after a lifelong dance
Well what did you expect, some Casanova
No way, been through life's mill
Got spitted out quite unceremoniously
A hardened “lifer” if you will
Putting you on, been a charmer since birth
Ladies all flock to my door
Just wanting a piece of my virile “young” body
The word “old” I absolutely abhor
Well enough about me, a Hollywood hunk
Quite unassuming, shy and sweet
If any of you want to know this guy better
Call 1-800-TWEET TWEET TWEET
Remember the days of Barbie Dolls that didn’t have bendable legs? Remember the high bouncing, “Superballs”? The small ones were the best for playing jacks; boy could I scoop them up before that ball came down. I loved my Slinky, “Silly Putty” and “Magic Eight Ball”. My, “Dark Shadows” game, I adored and “Candy Land”, “Shenanigans” and the “Game of Life”, were rainy day euphoria we could live in for hours. Those were the toys that, honed my imagination so, I could do what I loved most; express myself.
Nature’s children play,
Every little one has their
Favorite game thrills.
The joy of playing,
Fuels imagination
And sharpens their skills.
Cold air holds me in her grip
Fierce and unfriendly,
Reminding me who is boss
of this below zero, minus twenty wind chill day.
Shovel stares at me, waiting. A push ahead day
or an under scoop and throw day?
Different snow types deserve specific, diverse ways of removal.
My foot slips. giving me a clue.
Recognizing an under scoop and throw day.
I begin my tedious task, watching rows of black
asphalt rise up to meet the white tundra.
It is March,
Time for blizzards to be over.
Loud angry scraping noises
from the patient shovel, remind
me that most things winter are not in my power.
Written 3-01-2019
Contest: A Scraping of Shovels
Sponsor: John Lawless
Together as one in Christ together we enter HIS sanctuary,
Hairnets on, united in Christ, we as HIS children, to serve to feed, at HIS tables of rice, protein, soy, grains of nutrition to fill the tummies of GODS children.
Together as one united in LOVE, with LOVE we scoop up grains of love, just as Jesus gave of his LOVE to all of HIS disciples, Here on thus earth.
Laughter, smiles are shared amongst HIS least of GODS apostles, Feed My Starving Children in HIS presence.. “I was hungry and you fed me” O was thirsty and you gave me water” .
Each of HIS children both young and old, we scooped, measured, taped up boxes cheered each other on, as one palet is full, hand in hand in prayer as to bless this food to fill a aching tummy, a smile on a child’s face, A gift of GRACE and JOY..
The night has drawn to a close, as we circle in prayer, our hands of Jesus, our hearts full of GODS love, may GODS children never be hungry again, “Lord, thank you for this spiritual sacred time, we came as strangers but leave as ONE, “to make Jesus known and loved”.
Dear Heavenly Father bless each one of us here, let us leave here with your undying gift of LOVE, grace, as we pray over this HOLY place, let us never forget our gift of unity for Your children in this world, may we go forth to our warm homes bringing with us with US the tears of JOY and warmth we felt tonight to remind us that each of us has the gift of Time talent and treasure to truly make a difference in those in need, Please bless these people who continue this mission of feeding your children each and every day, bless them in your love warmth each and every day, we say these things in your ever merciful loving name, JESUS, AMEN”
Preface to this brief bitty
written snap ting snapshot – word ditty
dates back before I reached gritty
age of eight and fifty, aye recall a kitty
rescued by my youngest sister, who took pity
and felt aghast,
at a potential cruel fate no witty.
Upon return home from an Antioch College coup
(so many diverse work experiences required -
some involving offal goop
i.e. case in point being this anecdote,
which may fall outside the loop
of common “hands on
off fish shawl” employment,
thee tasks on par with handling poop
stoically accepted by Shari Todd
(name of said sibling),
who when home from Davis, California
(albeit temporarily, and before she returned
to Yellow Springs, Ohio) divulged
how she did scoop
dread, dreck, dregs, et, cetera –
i.e. by product amidst fish farm
didst set her dead against being linkedin
purr animal cruelty, thus play role of troop
er – which tummy
earned her kudos a resounding whoop!
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Before launching into this poem purr say
lemme mention how thine late mother
took an immediate affinity and hence no delay
that this lucky creature became akin to a bebe.
Main Coon, Felis catus, nicknamed Boozie
raccoon features, face mask, brown thick costume
handsome boy, affectionate personality, expressively vocal
Pink wet nose, emerald eyes, pointed ears
cavernous mouth, sharp teeth, rough tongue
striped design, massive fluffy fur, bushy tail
Soft paws, padded cushions, retractable blades
wild animal, predation urge, survival instinct
agile movement, swift motion, unfortunate victim
Door prize, flies feast, whitened bones
loyalty strong, pageant display,
splayed across kitchen table courtly dignity
Quiet house, sonar sounded, Cheshire upward smile
purred softly, rubbed legs, warm vacant lap
Jumping agility, firmly sequestered
Contentment expressed, internal hum, reciprocal therapy
beautiful petsmart, little monkey, comfortably sleeps
peaceful slumber, wakeful stretch, ideal life
Fortunate intervention, cat whisker to demise,
brush avoided becoming piscine meal,
kingly privileged role, heartfelt love.