Long Weevils Poems
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The Great Witches Bake Off is here again
Bakes so weird some have no name.
So fierce it was to be the winner,
The prize is fame, on Lucifer's underworld twitter.
Laughing and cackling but alert and suspicious
Each convinced their bake, unique and delicious.
Erin was making a blood drizzle cake
Three pints of pigs blood is what it would take.
Weevils were left in that thrived in the flour
Add three rancid eggs for a flesh rotting aroma.
Sprinkles of gun powder to help make it rise
But don't breath it in for your eyes would triple in size.
Val was attempting bubble and squeak pie
Every mouse could be heard, that is no lie.
A bubble collection of freezed dried frog spawn
Mix in some feathers from a unwilling white swan.
A few bunches of hemlock, carrots, turnips and greens
The poison so hot, you could hear screams from your spleen.
Wilma was busy stuffing a dozen bat heads,
With slivers of blood veins torn into threads.
Bat crumble with a topping of air fried bat legs,
Which gives a harsh crunch and a gross looking sealed edge.
Served with a dollop of deadly nightshade ice-cream
So potent you would hallucinate kindness in dreams.
Fairy cakes were made by cousin Nell,
Who was expelled when she was caught casting a spell.
The wings of dead fairies placed on top of her bakes,
Escaped out the window exposing her cheating mistake.
She cursed, swore revenge as she was escorted out
A witch trial there be, there be no doubt.
Who did win? who claimed the prize?
It was Maggie the cat with her eye-spy-berry surprise.
For Frankie Stein Horner had hid in a dark corner,
As Maggies assistant and back stabbing informer.
Their deal was a lifetime of pies, for that was his dream
As Maggie quietly purred whilst licking her got cream.
18.10.24
on the west side roam take a rest on a stool by the railing seventeen seconds the glass above Floor Three ceiling gets haemoglobin condition Help Desk Clerk on this floor drops dead build up of angry piles craving a vacation seventeen seconds one recycling bin on each floor burps seventeen seconds a diamond worth a grain of rice flies out of a normal never individual or distinctive in nature woman’s mouth seventeen seconds discarded tissue on Floor One gives birth to a wine glass seventeen seconds small bird finds a chip separated four shares gives all four shares to an artificial concept discovered in a phone booth seventeen seconds some freeze dried coffee suicides seventeen seconds Mrs Blackboard becomes popular after she wears dress changes colour seventeen seconds one of the twelve lamingtons hand picked by Christ spread positively gospel gobbling frantically a box of heartburn tablets seventeen seconds the fake plants narrow long-leaved in black pots huge inside the east side main entrance doors grow blackheads seventeen seconds the lamb chops rise find their other parts put themselves back together split back home to Elmwood Hills seventeen seconds my elbows start blinking seventeen seconds the fatherless oak stained wood dividers in all the railings speak about TV remote crushes seventeen seconds the old black white brown spots red carpet begin to stretch legs seventeen seconds all stuck pieces of gum unstick themselves leave for good retire in Florida seventeen seconds strewn on the floor rectangle digital advertisements neon coloured screen enclosed in wood upright proud go on strike until they’re fed carrot peels & weevils on heat also they request for dinner anything not being taken into consideration gathering of equipment put to work for a specific purpose one’s faith abandoned at least six brand new brief clever sayings expressing a common truth those & those who breed take care of bees the best way they know how & any past long or short past an event of mighty destructive violence
now west side of Floor Three on my knees lapping up water dog bowl outside Pet Haven feeling refreshed conquered something
centre aisle blank-faced smart-**** neat accountant clenched red on pale fist knocking noggins of strangers snapping he’s getting attention soaking in all the feelings he never got in class
super boll
boll weevil twin brothers: one was great, one the lesser of two weevils
you killed my father, prepare to die
three-legged dog in a saloon: "looking for the man who shot my paw"
a news headline i'd like to see
buddhist avoids novocain wants to transcend dental medication
somewhere in the middle
she once told me i was average i said she was just being mean
that would be a real night-mare
he tries to not talk like a horse doesn't want to be a neigh sayer
what's a particle like you doing in a place like this?
neutron asks "how much for a beer?" the bartender says, "for you, no charge"
eleventh one's the charm?
i entered ten pun contests hoping one would win
no pun in ten did
Happy New Year to all... may your 2023 be filled with smiles
A MORSEL
This is a sweet bitter morsel
It is very bitter and sweet
It is sweet as honey
And bitter as bile
A morsel of boneless
But harder than skull
A morsel of honour
Likewise a morsel of disgrace
A channel of bliss and sorrow
Protagonist in nature
Likewise antagonist in career
A character of comic
Likewise character of tragic
It builds than bricklayers
And destroyed as yam beetles, maize weevils
In addition as termites
It traveles miles as air does
That morsel rolls between triggers
The morsel tasty sweetness and bitterness
A morsel kills faster than poison
And safe faster than safeguard
People are rotted in prison
Just because of it misused
Promotion and demotion come
The way it is applied
People have used it to kill generations
While others have used it to sustain generation
Some will be kings in hell through that morsel
That morsel will lead some to paradise
That morsel is very vital
That morsel is an element of prayer and curse
A useful articulator
Vital organ of speech
Don't speak because you must talk
But because you have something reasonable to say
Regretting upon your silence is a golden
Than regretting after utterances
Hope you have understood that morsel?
Tongue! Tongue! Tongue!
A sweet bitter morsel.
,©® Junaid Abdul Wakeel "young writer "
10/8/17
fairy ring beckoned with fallen oaks the seat
she loosened blond hair for all elves to see
dancing in a circle around one rock deep
toadstools were there numerous with buzzing bees
owl hooted deep, arriving late afternoon
in distance farmhouse empty, sported balloons
spiders and grasshoppers smashed cymbals and drums
vineyard workers sleepily dreamily hummed
fat strawberries blood red on juicy offer
down she descended into a loamy hole
to examine nourishing cocoa coffers
then taste spiced cherry brandy alongside moles
her pink petalled dress became nastily soiled
she lost her wide crimson hat to earthworms coiled
tunnels were decorated with soft chestnuts
ladybugs slowly shopped for investment huts
below she found busy beetles, flora seeds
grey weevils digging into sour rotting leaves
roots of varying colours with buried beads
entangled were elf lovers like naughty thieves
teasingly were filled with the fruity brandy
many were heady drunk they became angry
she judiciously spotted coloured bangles
happily returned to own tree bespangled !
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Amazing caramel, orange rose red sunset
Blazing behind the horizon as it
Comes forth with the absence of glittering stars
Dawn brings out the sight of white clouds and blue skies
Enlightening nature to wake with a
Fresh new day with the sound of the birds chirping and singing
Gathering food; feeding their young nestled in the nest between limbs
Huge old majestic oak as the leaves rustle and sway in the breeze
It sings the blessed song of peace and
Joy of the arriving of green spring
Keeping shadows of cool shade underneath its huge canopy
Leaving the living with a small place of haven amid the tall grass
Mist that swirls with fresh intoxicating air
Nutrients to the soil brings a rich harvest of green fields with
Of course, crickets, beetles, weevils, and critters with
Plenty of food for them to eat
Quiet of the night brings the cool gentle wind that sends crops
Rippling in the breeze
Sending and spreading seeds
To the yonder fields
Under the dark clouds of the
Vanishing moon
With wetness in the air from a nearby stream bringing early morning bumblebees
Xenogamy of
Yellow pollen traveling along a
Zigzagging path
8/1/2015
Contest Name: Nature Poems Only
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Hands hold tight to the loose ends of hope
As we toil and crack, night and day,
Hoeing up bits of earth and its fragile retributions.
Our crops and little beads of sweat drip to waste
On the ground’s boiling soils.
Eyeh is another name for a deceased generation.
The ones that sprout stubbornly through restive
Delays get re-greened, losing vibes of communal
Watering, ceremonial baptisms.
Birds build their nests in haste,
When bent cusp-blades sprout secretly at twilights,
Behind ethereal curtains of dawn falling
To the consternation of treacly, bitter syrups of time . . .
Is this continuous planting . . . and delirious season?
Has it come to that —when drunken war mongers
Form weapons from slats of pallid bamboo stationed
At the guard posts of violated yams and their flaccid
Tendrils?
I fear.
Such suzerainty over yellowing crops
Transcends the coats of black dust hiding from the disease
Of identity.
It is still planting season, brethren.
The deafening sounds of cannons shake the stalks yonder.
There's a smug dance of weevils on the graves of tubers.
The trees know very well
And so do the limbs.
Nature tells the limbs
To release the leaves because
Their provisions of shadows
And shades have now ended.
The wind picks up and scatters
The leaves as they quietly fall.
Fields of grains and nuts abound;
Opened cotton buds astound;
Boll Weevils are not around.
Fall is the harvest season when
Painted leaves begin to descend.
High-tech landscaping all around,
But not for the raking of leaves.
For 16 years and more,
This exercise of hard labor prevailed.
Most chores are less adored,
But raking leaves were never adored.
Once upon a time, there were four trees;
Then there were two; And then there was one.
I gladly say, now there is none.
The trees and leaves, I miss; honest I do;
I miss their quiet descent from smog-filled skies;
I miss the protection from solar rays provided to me.
I miss their treasured colors, their artistry;
But I do not for one New York second, miss
Racking the leaves of mulberry trees.
101722PSCtest, Painting prompted Poetry Contest
Lisa YY. Chosen picture:#2. 2P
The Bench Warmers!
I Always confused
About the ladders we called
I wonder, where things went wrong
I'm thinking thinking
I keep asking myself
Where are the sensitive young adults?
So saddened the future leaders Are now the future robbers
If I could asked
Where does it started?
All around it is from the grassroots
Our class Reps are the yam beetles
Our school and departmental presidents
Are now the maize weevils
Our so called honourables
Are just the bench warmers
They are not
Ambassadors of this nation
They just destroy layers
The so called senators
Are just the noise makers
They are termites that destroyed treasures.
® © 20/7/17. Abdul Wakeel "Young Writer" All right reserved.. I'm a writer of progress..
Form:
With every Bannockburn there comes a Boyne.
The gods grant grain, alleviate our lives,
then send us weevils, whitefly, worms (and wives!)
They raise us up – then knee us in the groin
vaulting. Winchester was built on bog.
This marvel of the medieval mind
was sitting on (they were appalled to find),
nine hundred-year-old spongy, soggy logs.
And, year on year, it sagged a little more.
As fissures felt their way around the font,
and lancet windows listed to the west,
so flawed at lauds, and worse at terce for sure:
now none at nones was feeling nonchalant.
The church was sinking slowly to its rest.