Long Waldorf Poems

MY FIRST FRENCH KISSES
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS

My first french kiss; I was lanky, skinny, barely fifteen
I had the hots for the popcorn girl, she was eighteen
She made and sold the popcorn at the Strand Theater
Our mutual...

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[Poet’s Note : McGregor is a small rural village in Small Karoo, SA, which experiences extreme winters. It is believed that 8 of Earth’s leylines cross one another in McGregor, making this village a powerful...

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Waldorf warbling wa wo we wa
Glows from hidden archetypes are not architects nor are they archetypical in construction. In fact it is the translucent bud of a tropospheric triangle that timely counts one two three...

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'Tis said that the first Thanksgiving feast was celebrated in sixteen twenty-one.
'Twas the Pilgrims' first bountiful harvest so they decided to have some fun!
(That was the genesis of church potlucks that are popular to this...

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I was influenced by Basil Fawlty
that sarcastic humour really caught me
inappropriate rude crude and naughty 
humour against stress which haunts me 

I'm the sort some assume a dim bulb 
even the spoons make a sharper...

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I'll admit being green is not the easiest thing, 
    a frog looks very silly in a broken arm sling.

Yesterday Fozzie got a job singing at...

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As My Day of Birth Approaches,

I'm Reminded how Fast Another Year has Gone By.

The Years Come and Go,

And in Some Respects, I Feel Numb to the Experience.

I Feel I Have Reached This Plateau in My...

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Apple crumb and angel food cakes
Butterscotch banana shakes
Chili, Chinese, cheese, and chips
Doughnuts, deviled eggs and dips
Éclairs, English fish and chips
Fudge, fondue, fritters and French crepes
Guacamole, gumdrops, frosted grapes.
Hash browns, hot dogs, ham and honeyed scones
Italian...

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Love in Yellow

I love bananas. 
I wish we had some bananas. 
I love to write the word bananas. 
I think about bananas, 
and… sometimes. 
I go a little bananas. 

I have a banana bed, which...

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the gods are crying they tell you from the clouds
the thunder of sins created to flood your house 
if only you closed your window from the voices

do not ring my door bell it is a...

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From the Eastern Spain region of Catalonia,
he was born in 1900 in Barcelona.
His family would later emigrate to Cuba.
He performed with the Teatro Nacional Orchestra.

Sailing to New York aboard the SS Havana,
Xavier achieved great fame...

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For breakfast British have a bowl of shreddy

And at lunch like beer hearty and heady

Had salad of Waldorf while out wondering

About lightening with all the thundering.


How about pudding liked in Yorkshire 

You wanted to have...

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Today I planted my tomatoes.
Last week, bought them at store.
I love tomato, grapefruit, French
On avocado; Popi grew those in
His yard. I've grown radishes,
Great in tossed salad. Fruits,
Galore is a bowl full of hoots.

Fruit in Jello...

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Wednesday, while waiting for the waiter, wanting some waffles at the Waldorf,
a woeful, wimpy, wall-eyed Walter, 
witnessed a wicked, wanton woman (who was wearing a wacky wardrobe and 
wiggling her whoppers)
waddle in walking with her...

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