Long Yum Poems
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Under the numb of the yum yum tree
Under the glum of my plumbless eye
Between the branches of life and death
Under the limbs of a plumbless sky
Under the broken branches of hope
Under the branch makers watchful eye
Between the gasp of first and last breath
Under my numbness, I pray to die
Under beguile of my maiden fair
Under a smile, thought I knew so well
Between eaves of trees, she bleeds, deceives
Under plumbless eye, she seeds my hell
Under the glow of a plumbless moon
Under my glum that I keep inside
Between numb dead eyes, a lead-filled prize
Under glum plumbless, I open wide
I ate roaches for breakfast. Chocolate covered.
He studies my eyes, hoping for a reaction, or a bit of squeamishness.
I say yum yum and lick my lips.
They were not quite cooked, he informs me.
They kept running away from the plate.
The two with their legs out.
I smile and nod encouragingly.
Sounds great! I say.
I washed them down with ketchup milk, he says.
YUMMY! I yelp emphatically.
His story is coming a bit more slowly now.
I ate stuffed spiders for dessert. They were tasty!
They sound delicious, I allow.
But how did you get their mouths open to stuff them?
I did not stuff them THERE, he says, hoping my eyes will widen.
I cannot stop laughing and neither can he.
Many are gabbing, like magpies on steroids.
As if we are getting away with something.
Our big chance to speak to adults, and we are taking it.
Teachers at a faculty meeting.
I distance myself in proximity and mindset.
This is a weekly meeting. I can jump
onboard next week as well as today, and catch up quickly.
Ready for my playtime to begin, not interested in their gabs.
It is usually some cute antidote I have already heard. I do not
teach reading or math; my job is to look for
the good in everyone. I can hold onto that if I do not
listen to the gabbing. I look for
the good in teachers too, after all.
These meetings are heavily saturated with testing,
attendance, reading, and math.
I teach none of these things. I am not responsible for
getting them here, and I detest all
of this incessant testing. Doubting the validity in the first
place, it makes not a whole lot of sense to me.
Snatches of conversations float past me. I look around.
Same players. Same conversations. I am serious, truly.
The same talkers, the same listeners. I move around from
table to table each Wednesday, to get different perspectives.
Most do not. I sit in the corner today, alone,
marveling at the dull sameness of the gabbing, and the conversations.
The lone wolf, howling silently, with her pen teeth.
Don't yuck my yum
said trumpians to MotherTree.
Practice what you gospel loving preach
said MotherEarth embracing trumpians.
Economically yum my admittedly yucky anti-ecological reach
said trumpians to MotherEarth.
Ecologically practice the economic cooperative theology
you WinWin preach
said MotherTree to trumpian WinLose practitioners
of elite incorporated greed.
UltraViolet voices
speak in prime green laser light
yellow and red and blue bright
just right spectral balance
Hope releasing faith
Life on Earth can continue
without terrifying retributive costs
to grandchild generations
through restoring ecotherapies
massaging
purifying inhumane egos
of less than divine ultra-nonviolent intent
to merge,
at last,
hope of eternal sacred Truths
with timeless secular Beauty.
Don't compete against my cooperative yum
said impatient ultra-violet
to primal listening color.
Summer Shimmers
In my rear vision
Its super hot
But i dare not stop
Here
On the ruddy Barkley
If i get out
This car
I will become instant
Yum cha
As its steaming
Ruddy hot
Here on the Barkley
Theres no picnic to be had
At the dusty rest stop
The furnace of hell
Blows across the plain
Here
On the ruddy Barkley
Stark raving mad
Ye have to be
To drive the
Ruddy Barkley
Come the wet
I hit the grid at the border
Doing 140
Out here on the
Ruddy Barkley
No cop at the shop
To slow me down
3 ways at one end
Mt Isa the other
Camooweal
Yeah nah
Pay 5 star for none
Not much choice
Out here on
The ruddy Barkley
The fuels getting low
But i aint
Pulling me foot
As i cant wait
To finish the
Ruddy Barkley
During the depression if you got an orange in your sock
You could feel blessed and lucky, and it felt like Christmas.
Orange tea and orange cake delight me in all kind of ways but
Marmalade I eat every morning on toast is the sweetest orange of all.
Smeared on my toast, I smile at the bits and pieces of peeling
I know are going to wake up my taste buds and say “hello”.
Orange marmalade jam. Nothing like it. Nothing close to it.
No other taste comes close although
jalapeno peppers give me a perk too.
When all else fails, and we are out of marmalade I
might break down and have mandarin oranges
But they do no justice to a sweet juicy recently peeled orange.
My taste buds are going crazy as I type this.
I will have to stop at the store now.
Bringing home marmalade, oranges, and orange cake mix. Yum. Yum.
Daiya vegan non dairy cheesecake - oh yum!
Hard knocks Methacton school alum
ofttimes finds ruing his fate
while squarely planted on me bum
disheveled and unshaven,
whereby gray stubble encrusted
with wayward synonymous days old crumb -
after wolfing delectable entitled treat
buttered fingers drubbing upon tabletop
analogous to playing a drum
oy vey, yours truly cannot believe
he ate the whole thing -
argh... my poor tum.
ALDI GIANT supermarkets
(within small radius of miles
from me Schwenksville, Penna abode)
sell delicious delectable treat
goading, inspiring, and spurring me
to craft poem essentially
patronizing manufacturer,
whose skilled food technicians
engineered absolute winning dessert
courtesy their natural born talent
schooled (most likely at culinary institute)
possibly supplemented insync
with advanced degrees
at other institutions of higher learning
after various and sundry
trials and error
concocting mouthwatering secret recipe.
Lemme use hypothetical situation
to accent chew ate,
how alluded dessert tastes great,
especially when rumble in tumbly
clamors for glorious goody
regarding appetite to satiate
unfortunately circumstances
force your truly to wait.
If (the following
constitutes far fetched scenario)
stranded on a desert island,
I after falling to Earth
when parachute fails to open,
weighed down by an excess of
Daiya vegan non dairy cheesecakes,
would finagle an empty pie tin
to signal an SOS.
If left to my own devices,
(where you dear reader
would discover one humbug),
I would be forced to scrounge around
rubbing two sticks together
to create warmth
plus distilling oils -
derived from edible herbaceous plants,
whence I would ejaculate
(not prematurely) - olé
to sauté said greens with wild mushrooms.
YUM CHA**
Order the way charm comes to stay:
Yield happy choice here as you find;
Use what you sum in pulse that pays;
Mind steady poise, note sumptuous signs.
Claim a sweet spot ending with joy;
Heed what you need so true worth styles;
Ask and allot, enjoy fond ploys;
Explore fine feed to frame a smile;
eXplain the mood, appease the taste;
Proof shows true form, keep tasty treats;
Rise to warm goods, eat not in haste;
Enjoy each norm of all things sweet;
Succinct and grand, urge feasts fine fare;
Special food trends tabled with flair.
Leon Enriquez
24 July 2014
Singapore
(Note: The word "Yum Cha"** is of Chinese
origin and means Drink Tea.
This poem is an Acrostic Sonnet with two
acrostic messages. Decipher what they
mean. Enjoy!)
under the yum yum tree
with bubble gum leaves
hanging from the banana limb
swaying to and fro against the wind
laughing and giggling
with your ten toes wiggling
and the lemon sun
shines just for fun
lick a strip of peppermint bark
if your tummy ever smarts
from eating candy treats
bequeath by the tree so sweet
under the yum yum tree
napping on lime grass velvety
waking to sip from her honey dew dips
so fruity that the colors stain your lips
smiles are big the games are fun
there's always enough for everyone
under the yum yum tree
a place for the young to be
for if inside you are old and sour
you'll never see her flower
a child's innocence is all you need
to play under the yum yum tree.
Bubblegum is sweet and chewy
Blowing bubbles can get gooey
When it pops inside your hair
Trying to pull it out with care
Doesn't work neither does washing
SO scissors are used for forcing
Out this yummy ooey treat
That every kid loves to eat
Trident and Dentyne caress
Your mouth with a nice freshness
So people aren't scared away
It also helps with tooth decay
Bazooka Joe was really fun
Comics wrapped around the gum
With funny jokes and prize points too
Gifts could be mailed to you
Zebra gum was full of rainbows
Colored bubbles you could blow
Different flavors in each stick
Finding your favorite was the trick
Chicklets are so cute and square
You could take them anywhere
In a box they are protected
The smallest gum that was invented
The best gum came in a pack
Of trading cards you could stack
And trade with all of your friends
Complete collections int eh end
People chew gum everyday
A trend that is here to stay
Being chewed so merrily
A treat that is happi8ly
Part of everybody's world
But please don't be like the girl
Who was acting so stingy
And turned into a blueberry