Long Tray Poems
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I got a polo neck jumper.
She said they were in.
Pep wears one.
He hasn’t manboobs.
Ribbed, dark grey.
Tighter than it should of been.
With a vintage leather, black jacket.
Sophisticated,continental,
so I bought a pain au chocolate.
From Greggs.
I think he thought I was francais as
I ordered and added si vous plait.
Then blew it by being unable to resist a sausage roll.
Which later I found out to be rouleau de saucisse, not un sausage roll, si vous plait.
“What the bollocks do you look like?”
“Where’s the Milk tray?”
were the first comments at the pub.
But their jealousy was obvious and measurable, being directly proportional to the amount of beer spat out as I walked in.
I ordered a Pernod chaser with my pint of pale ale, small steps.
I was known as the donut queen. My husband was Frost Away Boy.
Together we were known as Sweetie Number One and Sweetie Pie.
He was Pie. I was Number One, of course.
I am a Gemini; we are always number one.
The neighborhood knew that we always had something sweet around.
Hot cinnamon rolls freshly iced oozing real butter,
Warm apple pie slathered with whipped cream,
Donut holes freshly rolled in sprinkles.
A new person moved to the neighborhood.
She was the only skinny neighbor. We all made fun of that.
I doubt if she has any rolls at all, we women said, meanly.
She looks like a skateboard, Sweetie Pie said, endearing me.
We had a potluck and she brought a vegetable tray.
Giving us fodder to laugh about for the next ten years
Until she moved back to where she came from,
taking her skinny healthy self with her.
Word bank: Holidays
As I am finding time difficult to manage at the moment - I thought a word bank would be a good idea for people to refer to and add comments with additional words linked to a theme. This may help you complete a poem, enter a contest or give you inspiration for a new poem. Please add any extra words in the comments and I can update the word bank over time. First theme is holidays -
Legs, beds, sunbeds, flock, O’ Clock, towel, foul, scowl, booze, cruise, loo, two, beer, here, damn, nan, pram, sunglasses, lasses, turn, burn, learn, fun, sun, asleep creep, steep, heap, drink think, slush, lush, mush, hot, not, snot, got, cocktail, fail, wail, male, mail, nail, trail, football, match, sun-cream, sunscreen, scream, team, postcard, hard, souvenir, near, pool, fool, cool, sand, hand, land, beach, each, niche, waiter, later, phone, home, alone, drone, one-stop-flip-flop-shop, arcade, shade, laid, song, thong, sarong, bikini, mankini, teeny, him, swim, Kim, dim, Factor 50, nifty, luggage, snacks, beach, jet-ski, peddalo, buffet, book, read, sunblock, soccer, kaftan, shawl, budgie-smugglers, costume, shorts, tray, cohorts, burger, chips, nuggets, fries, lies, hot-dog, bog, delay, pay, stay, May, Okay, tattoo, who, knew, crew, true, blue, sick, vomit, drunk, punk, taxi, shots, wine, fine, dine, mine, time, climb, pack, sack, that, holiday, plane, airport, hotel, hat, that, tat, mess, dress, woman, man, sight, flight, champagne, plane, red, head, boys, noise, girls, pearls, curls, pub, grub, pee, jet-ski, flee, band
Is it so great to hear them everyday
Singing hosannas, playing harps for you?
And you’re not tired of sorting out their prayers
Not bored to see them trying to pursue?
And the concept of paradise, was it enough
Elaborated, or it could have been concealed
To an extent, because the plot seems rough
At least from what so far has been revealed
Is there the smell of summer breeze at morning,
Are there dewdrops on the leaves of apple tree?
A scent of coffee when my darling says I'm coming,
And there she is, holding a tray for her and me?..
My dear Lord, I guess you’ve been endowed
With a sufficient amount of love and labour
To materialize among the clouds
Please let us live again, do us a favor
Don’t take away this little hope, my Lord
It’s in your power, though you could disclaim
Cause nowadays your world is rumbling with wars
Some of the victims may divulge your name.
Let not your heart be troubled by the recruiter's garrulous spiel!
After all, he's paid to embellish army life to offer you a fabulous deal!
When he called you 'private' you assumed there'd be privacy in store.
Never mind that you must share the latrine with fifty guys or more!
Make it a policy to eat all the curious grub the cooks slop on your tray!
Compliment the mess sarge - it might defer you from KP for another day!
Tell your sarge his wife is lovely - though she's as homely as Hooligan's goat!
He is certain to acclaim your acumen and a three-day pass he's apt to float!
Always appear busy - walk around with a clipboard in hand wearing a frown.
The captain might promote you to PFC on the spot so don't you let him down.
If a grumpy sergeant should deign to ask what you're doing, you could retort,
"Sarge, the colonel told me to inventory flypaper use on post and submit a report!"
Never volunteer for anything, though it may be an offer you shouldn't refuse!
Arrange things neatly in your footlocker for display and always shine your shoes!
Sergeants like things regular and complete, so don't give them any sass.
Officers' mega-egos are crushed if you don't salute, so always salute the brass!
Scrub the floor, shave your mug and be ready for Saturday morning inspection.
Best you pass the captain's scrutiny else he won't shower you with affection!
Keep your hair cut, a crease in your pants and you'll get along without a glitch.
They might even see fit to promote you to general on your very first hitch!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
In this blest childhood stature, may I stay
Savoring God’s goodness day after day
Cheerfully walking upon peaceful way
Basking under freedom, so purely gay.
With child*-like faith, I please my Christ today
Devoid of pretense along heaven’s ray
Verily trusting, while hope-propped to pray
Guarded by angels whenever I play.
Midst childish game, I fulfill roles’ array
A mom feeding dolls through flowery tray
Doctor nursing patients without delay
Teacher asserting between yea or nay.
As my child-star sparkle goes for display
I forsake shoes meant for graceful ballet
“Charity princess now serves you,” I say
Shining as light to those who go astray.
Allowing the child in me to sashay
I let myself frolic there on the bay
Learning enigmatic tones, shading gray
Singing, “Baby Jesus sleeps on the hay.”
Never outgrowing fave child toy of clay
My heart longs for parents’ love I can’t pay
Their molding nurture of caring bouquet
Keeps on wafting kindness-scent they did spray.
Now to the Lord --- my child spirit I lay
Always exploring as He drives fears away
Still advancing with faith from evil sway
“Praising You, Father” I’m blest to relay.
*Luke 18:17 Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child shall in no wise enter therein.
September 8, 2021
3rd place, "Your Inner Child" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 9/13/2021.
7th place, "Complete Singular Monorhyme - Rhyming End Words" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Hilo Poet; judged on 12/13/2025
One fine day, me, Molly Coddle and my Goombah Pa Pa,
were sitting in The Cat In The Hat restaurant;
we gongoozled the men-you. " oh, I have collywobbles
in my tummy!" I said sort of loudly. (hint, hint)
Finally, our waiter Fuddy Duddy, (that is his name, honest)
so slowly, comes over, "What will you hatz?" He sayz;
I quickly place my odour, " I'll have a chocolaty lickety split,
a smellfungus burger with all the rigmarole with it;
and some fat-me-up fries!"And I slam close, the men-you.
Goombah Pa Pa lookz at his men-you for the longest time,
(oh la di la, whatz the brouhaha, just odour, I'm a thinking)
at last he sayz, "I'll have some kerfuffle tea, and some of
that skullduggary soup of the day and some shennanigan
pasta surprize!" And he slams the men-you closed, with a smile.
Fuddy Duddy nods and walks away with the speed of a snail,
(oh gobbleygook, my tummy is rumbling) when at last he;
is coming our way with a tray loaded with our meal- (rumble!)
when some doozy, klutz of a kid trips Fuddy Duddy, and
we have to skedaddle out of the way . . . or wear our food!
Goombah Pa Pa, canoozles me on the cheek. "Nevermind,
Molly Coddle, we'll just re-odour . . .
(oh collywobbles, I'm thinking, loudly)
Goombah Pa Pa, whispers, "patience is a virtue, Molly Coddle!"
(rumble!)
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March 18, 2017
Narrative/Molly Coddle and her Collywoobles
Copyright Protected, ID 885485
I Need A Cup of Seuss
Jerry T. Curtis,
At the table of resistance.
On which fragile plates rest.
It's like an endless stream of tasty Kaitenzushi.
Hissing and fizzing life way.
Should you over indulge, on one too many plates.
You will end up bloated and stuck in space.
For what you resist, persists.
Thus resisting floating with a medium.
Given the temple of your body.
Adjust the right amount of calibrated meals.
Adding only what you need to the never emptying plates.
That could be processed in one seeing and seating.
If you find yourself in lost Vegas.
You could just enjoy the unique smells.
Or You could chew chew chew through every meal.
Or You could just drop your entire tray.
Too much resistance will make you a dull bulb.
So lessen the load by learning lessons in all seasons.
Yet at table of resistance one might not kneed light.
To say Itadakimasu.
My living room would be an ordinary place
if not for angel figures by the door
that grace the top two shelves of my ornate bookcase.
The room is more appealing than before
I placed them there, where I'll make room for more.
My living room would have no personal, sweet touch
if not for loved one's photos all around,
arranged to show how time is marching on. They're such
a blessed inspiration. I have found
when I'm alone, sight serves as well as sound.
My living room exudes the personality
that pleases me. I love those smooth earth tones
(to some, these hues are dull and drab, but not to me).
My tv tray and rocking chair have grown
to be my special writing desk and throne.
June 17, 2016 (posted)
May 5, 2018, entered in Brian Strand's Early May Premiere Contest
Savanna Tannier just bought a new station wagon. Talking about painting it and rimming it up. Putting dital thangs in the "Ding Dang"! I heard that it was Spintez turn to do the painting, that junx gonna be soothing. Swaag got Rhizz and class: gonna do the thang!
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Ya'll see Tempez's food tray? They went fishing this morning and turn that catch into crouttess already. Scalloped potatoes and crouttes. We take two gallons of water and sugar with us everwhere we go: we make Powder drinks! Coleslaw was great!
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How are ya'll whenb I aint here: I heard that she wanted to know what was said about her in liue of her absences so she asked. frontoll what them peoples say bout me? Told me some stuff sound like StarkTrick Dah Muffie. I don't know why they think peoples like them cause I don't. I heard that yeah girl!
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Ya'll heard them rockin on WLUW tonight they played "Big Meanies Groove" and mixed it wiff "Gaulle Gum" Thangs was hot til they played " Dingle Single Gal" No body wanna hear know Ghetto Grooves on no Friday!
Call ya'll back later!
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That is one pretty shirt! Where you get it? I want one for The "Maltease Concert" Music night. Iam gonna go get one this evening to wear down: Huffles Bar and Grill" Burger night with Dick on the turntable girl! All the "I mostri dell'epoca Dai 21 anni in su!". Get my morning coffee ready! I heard that said the other! I heard that!