April Fool’s Day
There’s still time to find jokes from think tanks
If family offers you a gift say no thanks
Not on April first
Family is the worst
Unless you’re not the brunt of all their pranks
Cinco De Mayo
Come join the fun on Cinco De Mayo
Latinos grab a bat and don’t be shy good fellow
Hang the Donald piñatas
We’ll serve up the Chiladas
Batter up, swing it hard, and aim down low
Pinata
If they identify themselves as a pinata.
Is it ok for me to beat them with a big stick?
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Time for a poet is
a Pinata of Words
It is dawn, I am up
to crack one open
flip the tab
juiced, ready to swing
and twirl!
Surreal soldiers had a candy pinata that was pretty sweet
They added to it a few veggies, in particular one big red beet.
The ones who got the candy bars, were happy as could be.
The one who got stuck with the beet did not give one whoopee.
Shining in the distance was a pinata shaped like round bubble
A skinny limber boy yelled to his friend, “I will hit it on the double!”
The friend was watching star lizard twist on mountain with his curly tail.
Chuck, a skunk fox hybrid brought in bits and tatters of the morning mail.
Larry, an unassuming chipmunk tossed around his ruffled lace umbrella.
Dorothy, the girl in the slip dress told Larry he was an interesting fella.
Chickadee was fearful of the palm with the leather chaps and third eye.
Woe is me said the oak tree, I agree. I might even have to cry.
Cartoon petroglyphs rounded out the twerking tree tribe nicely.
Artist capturing everything complained, “does it have to be precisely?”
A turquoise lady bug who was butting in rolled her eyes and said.
You might leave out the chickadeel he is so still, I think he’s dead.
Love is you loving me and me loving you
The rest is piñata fluff
Though love seems an illusion
it lives in the soul of expectation
I fight for the love we had yesterday
to experience your pure love again
and as we know today some people can’t be loved
in this promiscuous era of selfish indulgences
the personal pronoun prevails
But you and I have a loving history
I always felt we were too quick to part
but we have seen the light
haven't we?
When the young fall in love
they have no understanding of the struggles ahead
unselfish efforts we willingly make to strengthen the bonds of love
may later default on the promise that forever love though sincerely said
can close all paths to the truth of an honest love
But you and I are lucky to have found each other again
you feel that too don't you?
we remember the love we had and shared don't we?
enough shenanigans, let’s go home, our home
And love each other again fervently
like we did the first time we met and began this true love
in those golden tomorrows we promised each other
in those happier days and nights of yesterday
On the path to happiness,
there are so many obstacles you face
And moving past those barriers,
at times, can be very daunting
It can have your mind going thru a maze,
never knowing which way to turn
Trouble in every direction,
but you must keep pressing on
Too often it feels like
there’s no good way to go at the crossroad
Other voices might wanna navigate you,
make you pay the emotional toll too
Tell you how fast and slow to go ...
crash test dummy you into the barrier
No roadside rescue
Mind control experiment safety protocols rescinded,
resulting in tragic toe tag deja vu
Bad science ... bad voodoo
Avoid being a shrunken head puppet on someone else’s chain,
don’t be a road stop pinata for the releasing of their pain
Other people problems can be a barrier,
preventing you from reaching your nirvana destination
Sometimes, going it alone
is the best way for getting thru
those myriad of barriers impeding you
But this path is a hard choice,
taken by very few
Because should you find that blissful place in the end —
Happiness ain’t true happiness,
if there’s no one to share in it too,
and enjoy the beauty of it with you
More brilliantly created than any paper mache' pinata
Colors bolder than a rainbow's sweeping arches of light
It's a delicate symphony performing a beautiful sonata
A magnificent sculpture is sweet eye candy in my sight
Colors bolder than a rainbow's sweeping arches of light
Blown glass balloons of a clown, twisted into curlyques
A magnificent sculpture is sweet eye candy in my sight
Intricately delectible is this fragile piece in glorious hues
Blown glass balloons of a clown, twisted into curlyques
This Chuhuly artwork spills its treasures from overhead
Intricately delectible is this fragile piece in glorious hues
A feast for artists whose insatiable hunger must be fed
This Chuhuly artwork spills its treasures from overhead
It's a delicate symphony performing a beautiful sonata
A feast for artists whose insatiable hunger must be fed
More brilliantly created than any paper mache' pinata
~~ July Twelfth ~ Two Thousand and Seventeen ~~
It’s that time of year again I wake to a baked cake. Family from all over come and hug me will I suffer. We celebrate the day i was conceived to world that has brought me to my knees begging god to take me. We celebrate a year closer to death, what next want me to pick out the fount of my death certificate. Presents with clothes that god who knows where i would go wearing. People I can’t remember but they hug me tell me they love me. There dancing I don’t fancy. A pinata to hit that bust after a nick. Kids crying and whining to stay all day. But finally they go away making my day the gift to end this masquerade.
2/5/16
Day sank in horizon of pink
Orange, the hue that ought be shed
For the old thirst I sing, enliven sorrow at the dark brink
Each passage of emphasis ended beyond my black head
Needless to be confined by the curve of my sooty pinata
Orange, the hue that ought be shed
I, no longer restrict the revelations in strata
Stigma delves the latched passion which roared in fraction
Needless to be confined by the curve of my sooty pinata
New world offers the meadow of satisfaction
Once more, I crawl into the vivid sense
Stigma delves the latched passion which roars in fraction
Once tedium took the throne of innocence
Misled in attitude, escaped to the forest of razzle-dazzle
Once more, I crawl into the vivid sense
Asleep in a hush of knotty puzzle
Misled in attitude, escaped to the forest of razzle-dazzle
Day sank in horizon of pink
For the old thirst I sing, enliven sorrow at the dark brink
all see white
I see black,
black clouds raining
acid rain
to the ongoing
parade
an invisible pinata
being swung at by all
the mold has cemented
cracks have been filled
"no way out"
says the frightening
clown
his voice echoing between
towers
shunning all smiles
Please strike
the piñata
i have made for you
out of the stripes of paper
and the glue,
In the midnight hour
i have labored long
on this plump pig
of collaged letters.
with corrugated metaphors
Sightless Find the weakest point.
let that guide
your hand
the transparent rose
cellophane
wrapped candy
shall flow
in libation of sound
pour down
like a quirky rainstorm
bouncing
like silver
coins
on the sidewalk
of your mind.
"FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD.....
YADA, YADA, YADA"
"THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD"
well then why the f*ck am i akin go your God's pinata
(c) 2012...PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
When parents don’t have a choice and vanish
We, the hunted children of the urban jungle,
Inhale distorted dreams on an empty stomach
Falling asleep with stars and nightmarish rats
There is oxygen enough for the entire planet
Surprise us, please, with lullabies not bullets
We are afraid to grow up - as Fairies do not touch -
Only men with cold fingers in their perverted lust
“Let the children come to me...” - Hope Mountain echoes-
Above the World’s Stadium let kids’ pinata splatter
With candy for the rich and candy for the poor
We all belong together residing in our Hope…
Copyright 2011
Iolanda Scripca
Written for an International Documentary film...Check it out at: www.caprioleproductions.org
The little filthy secret of the economically rich Brazil is the assasination of the
poor "children of the streets" in its capital. They are considered a nuissance to the
rich and their lives...these poor kids are called "Street Urchins" and are victims of
drugs, prostitution and violence.
To give out Scratch Off 's,
To give out Gift Cards,
will please them fine.
Just put these items in a Pinata,
and have a swinging time!
Then comes musical chairs,
and singing Karaoke;
and you can even tell some
hilarious little jokees !
Now play the game,
"Are You Smarter than a 5Th Grader."
It can make your party so much better!
Yet, it's your choice, but choose a
competition where all can have a voice.
Now, you have some choices here,
to make your party cheery and hearty!
Copyright McCuen 2008
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