Long Sprinkles Poems
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MARCH
The sun it shone on sky deep blue
today the birds on wing,did sing,
sculptured trees tried on their clothes of green
sprinkles of Spring peeked through the sward;
The sun awakes early each day
shadows shorten across the lawn,
day by day afternoon remains,
wood pigeons mate and mate again;
Gardening columns into colour bloom,
daffodils and crocus aroma rooms.
SPRING
A wood of snowdrops in the dawn,
yellow daffodils light the morn,
the scent of new mown grass,
Spring,Spring,here at last;
Bare branches greening up ,in bud,
busy birds line nests with mud,
clematis spreading fast,
Spring,Spring,here at last;
The honeysuckle,leafing green,
new arrivals,in hedgerows seen,
Spring,Spring is in the earth,
our thoughts turn to new birth.
SPRINGTIME
The're out the're out
Spring announces with
a shout-Yellow yellow
everywhere;look, look
left or right here,there
anywhere,under trees
nodding in the breeze
braving the March wind chill
narcissus, amaryllis or
if you will. the daffodil
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I will have a lizard lollipop please.
Brown lizard or polka dot? Eyes or no eyes?
Long tail with a hook or short tail with a V?
The line waiting to order shuffles her feet.
White or red? Pink or blue? Hot pink or soft pink?
Sprinkles? Sugar donuts inside or outside?
The line waiting yawns loudly.
Claws or no claws? Fire breathing sticker?
Sure. Why not? How much is it?
Only a dollar more.
Okay.
The line starts rolling their eyes.
Frosting or now frosting? Vanilla or Caramel?
On second thought, give me a pink cupcake too.
The line gets angry now. Rude grumbling begins.
Cherry or strawberry? Pink frosting or chocolate frosting?
Raspberry sprinkles or banana sprinkles?
I don’t know.
Loud groans are coming from the rude line now.
“Hey, is there another person who works here somewhere?” Line yells.
“Yes, but they are on break,” the super slow counter person replies.
“How much extra are the sprinkles?”
“An extra 50 cents.”
The line starts booing.
Growling. Stomping. Swearing. People begin to leave.
“Want that on a plate with pennies or a plate with cows?”
“YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME!” a voice yells unsweetly from the rude line.
Two more people leave.
“Penny plate please,” the girl says.
“Copper pennies or…..”
I'm the Ice Cream Man and here in town
With some tasty treats for you. So gather around.
Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry swirl,
And raspberry, too; that'll make your hair twirl.
Each flavor of ice cream will tickle your taste buds;
It's all natural and better than mud.
Caramel, butter pecan, cookies and cream:
We all want it! So let me hear you scream!
Rocky Road, mint chocolate chip; it just doesn't stop!
You can add sprinkles and a cherry on top.
Everyone is welcome. Don't push or crowd.
You all get your share. No fighting allowed!
And I need to mention the cost of this dessert:
It's only $3. I'm sure that wouldn't hurt.
May your summer be filled with endless fun,
And lots of ice cream for everyone.
Startled sprinkles twinkle and toll
The time ignores my grunts and groans
Everyday empties its force of roll
Cannons sound -- and mothers moan
Between the place where time is not
And heaven’s hell slams its door
Little men with giant heads hot
Are lost beneath the fluid floor
New nothings interrupt the waste
Of petty playthings -- argue -- lose
Experience coats with sugar taste
The salty melancholy muse
Perhaps -- possible -- should -- could -- can
“I saw it rise and fall alone”
Reaction time relative to man
Depends on tendered tailored tones
Wishes want thickness, color and cover
Design for moth and spider to loan
Answers are easy like lionized lovers
And time ignores my grunts and groans
i scatter at your feet...
sprinkles of innermost secrets
all my demons laid bare
for your ears alone to absorb
as you unfailingly tuck all i share
into your backpocket;
safe from every soul
you preserve arcanums as keepsakes
so they age
like desiccated leaves
in your care...
this i know!
without misgivings,
i'd s u r r e n d e r
cumbersome burdens of mine
for you to carry,
because you always do.
i'm a crucifix
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
backwards
with hefty encumbrance of faith
on my shoulders
knowing
as sure as mountains
never crumble
your outstretched arms
would cushion me mid-air
i'd do so enough times
to last a lifetime -
and feel as safe as can be -
each time, my beloved.
my trust in you...
blind
"Turn on the television",
Says an angel munching popcorn,
At the end of each century
"What are the humans up to?"
15th Century:
Columbus exploring lands on unending voyages
Enchanting symphonies of musicians
Words printed publicly
On yet another note,
Empires waging wars for supremacy
16th Century:
Shakespeare sprinkles an era of Literature
Novel religions blend together
World marvels at inventions
Oh! Their foolish twist,
Struggling against man made plagues
17th Century:
Pascal, Boyle, Newton bask in glorious Science
Folks marvel at exquisite cuisines
Discover how universe expands
But humans need a change,
How about propagating slavery
18th Century:
Darwin and Berkeley penetrate philosophic minds
Austen explores societal strata
Mozart floats among harps
Well enough, humans think
Let's plot royal conspiracies
19th Century:
Civilizations soar with industrial revolution
Pasteur creates life-saving vaccines
Giant machines uplift cities
Isn't that much for now
Time to expand slave colonies
20th Century:
Theories leave immortal traces in all fields
Carbon dating, electromagnetic rays,
Nuclear reactions building spaceships
Humans have a different need
Devastating nuclear bomb thrills
Bored, angels switch to channel Earth
Only two decades past 21st century,
Interstellar voyages, flying planes,
A primitive human wouldn't believe,
But oh they can never change,
Bubbling venom of cold wars,
Dead humanity, tortured nature,
Cheap thrills of pointless debates.
"Okay that's been a while I say,
It is time to give them a taste.
At regular intervals in this century,
Humans with their wolfish greed
Surpassing idiocy need a pause."
Combating over money, religions,
Nature, opinions, nothing else
While humans oppose each other
Forgetting to ponder their doings
Angels and demons dance together
Letting nature throw up for a while
God laughs as he tunes for showtime,
"And now for something completely different..."
May 20, 2020
I looked past the priest and saw auntie and grandma.
They were cuddled, holding each other up.
Grandma being Catholic was wearing her purple scarf.
Even though Daddy’s funeral was outside, a priest was here.
Auntie Maria was holding her red umbrella.
It was sprinkling, of course.
It always sprinkles during a D’agosto funeral.
Ask any D’agosto and they will admit this.
Behind my relatives I saw a younger lady bent over flowers.
She was touching them in a delicate, respectful, lovely way.
Marigolds and carnations. I thought I might see her face, but didn’t.
The priest droned on. He was trying to save us.
Everyone seemed to wear flowers today, lots of calicos and cottons.
I was wearing a plain black dowdy dress chosen by my mother.
I saw Daddy behind the flower lady. He waved before he disappeared.
I was only six but I have always remembered that last moment with him.
Wild
is the night,
dressed in silk and satin,
perfumed with
opium drops of vanilla warmth~
a rippling reflection
of dragon desires,
where the heart sings
in sync with the jasmine notes
of soulful jazz and
hypnotic hints
of euphoric rhymes and
mystical muse,
while I sleep-waltz
within the grasp of silence,
engrossed in the crescendo
of crooning cosmos,
searching for a verse
to voice the flames
rising within my soul,
aching to taste the
clovers of hope
that you’ve served
in sparkling spoons~
once upon a wolf moon,
when I was left to freeze
like a tarnished topaz,
lost in the cold caves
of the scorpion sun.
I am the prose,
etched with ineffable metaphors,
that remains a mystery
to the eyes of kohl ice,
oblivious to the love
I write beneath wintry nights,
as twilight serenades serenity,
a mere song unknown
to the forest that burns
from the heat of the blazing breeze.
Yet I fear not the wicked fangs
of whirling storms,
for I have long been
the queen of darkness
that thrives in the midst of
conniving sands, soiled
with deceptive dust.
So let these thoughts
contrive an antidote
that sprinkles magic
to illuminate the wind,
slithering across the horizon,
like heinous scales
of the python prison,
painted as a
peridot paradise.
Perhaps through the confusion,
you'll feel my footprints~
longing for the softness
of lavender,
entwined
with
olive dreams...
Forty million stars aglow
Neath a midnight satin sky
While a dark sensuous serenade lurks
Astride the breeze in ambush wantonly
The temptress moon suspiciously hangs low
A magical atmosphere
It sets the tone for romance
Love’s breath is in the air infectuous
As arm in arm by the seashore we stroll
Breathing in the chilly seasalt freshness
Love’s slow dance voluptuous
Pure youthful and unblemished
Detonating carefree exuberance
Glitters glint with every ludic footstep
As the moonlight sprinkles her magic dust
Forever eternally
Wishing time could just stand still
Divine perfection in every moment
Tonight’s unparalleled emotion shared
Frozen to be remembered for all times
Timid smiles turn to kisses
As two hearts entwine as one
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Santa’s sleighing high,
Among the starlit sky,
Mounds and mounds of toys,
For all the girls and boys.
Rudolph leads the trip,
Knows every curve and dip,
Rudolph knows his way so well,
Santa can relax, how swell!
Ho, ho ho he shouts,
Have never any doubts,
For every child, the elves
Have packed, lovely lovely toys,
For all the girls and boys.
No child will wake up sad,
For none have been so bad,
Promised they've been good,
Mom and dad agreed,
So all the children will be glad.
Rudolph dives down fast,
This night has magic sprinkles,
Forever this will last.
Down every chimney Santa goes
One of his tricky feats,
Looks forward to his treats,
And brandy in case he’s cold,
Homemade biscuits and tea,
His face shines up with glee,
He’s thankful to each family,
Ho ho he shouts out happily.
He’s tired but content,
Nearly woke up Benny Trent.
All the toys have been delivered,
Must get home before the blizzard.
Rudolph, North Pole please,
I’m cold, i have a wheeze,
Mrs Claus is baking,
Santa’s toddy in the making,
She made a stew so yummy,
Santa rubs his tubby tummy.
Thank you, Santa Clause,
You deserve only applause.
For eons around this globe
You’ve been,
Yet never ever seen,
Delivering so many toys,
To all the girls and boys.
elivering so many toys,Tr all the girls and boys.