Short Tutti Poems

A
ceiling
confection-
tutti fruiti
style...

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Tutti fruity, tutti fruity,
I just made a creamy smoothie,
Full of fruit of all kind,
What a way to just unwind,
My fruit smoothie is a beauty....

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YO, what kind of Man,
will do a drive by shooting?
They Kill the innocent,
and call it extra booty.
NO, I can't get to that,
It's gone Tutti Fruity!
SO, what kind of Man,
Does a Drive by Shooting?...

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Ancient architecture absolutely blows my mind
With the limited resources available at the time
To accomplish such beauty
Was a feather in their tutti
Quite impressive but must've cost lotsa dimes...

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A lady of the night nicknamed “Poopsy”
Had the most adorable pair of boobies
On a scale of one to ten
They were twenty, amen
Prompting me to lose it and start acting tutti fruity


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Quando tutti i giorni sono fatti, 
e soltanto le nostre anime rimangono
 su questo posto e quando persino le fazioni di 
buon e lotta diabolica, ancora sarò il vostro e sarete mine. 
Ti amo ed io amili, anche quando tutto 
sembra perso e niente sarà mai ancora di destra. 
I hope you feel the same, my love....

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Yeah.
Bought the ring
Tutti Frutti
Five-karat bling.

Toast a brew
We had a drink
Big scandal grew
Felt the cold sting.

Face tabloid news
Waiting till spring.
Winter time choose 
A Double will fling.

Blue Gucci shoes
Songbird can sing.
Ten years gone past
Didn't mean a thing.

Whole Truth
Without spin
Both lose
Nobody wins....

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she's dress with flair and fun
in a red floral dress,
petticoat and finesse,
shoes color of the sun

she gathers up her dress,
he loosen his necktie
feel the music and fly
to 1950's success

toe tapping Summertime Blues,
and sweet Peggy Sue, chill
to slow Blueberry Hill,
fast pace Tutti Frutti, and booze

8/15/2021


not for contest...

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Living the uncertainty of not knowing
What's the shape of your glass-blowing.
Living with your beauty
Is like playing tutti fruty.

I'm loving you this much,
But you just want a touch.
I'm trying to please,
But my heart you love to squeeze.

Living the uncertainty of you
Is like crossing blindly the avenue.
Living with your beautiful smile
Is being happy once in a while....

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In this decade: pizza, soda, 
Colonel Sanders, 
burgers only fifteen cents;
"Tutti Frutti," 
sock hops, "mooning," 
Rock and Roll (monumental consequence);

Rosa's bus ride, 
suburbs, fluoride,
escalating sales, 
vaccine for polio;
Mickey Mouse Club, 
Haley, Hitchcock, 
Davy Crockett, 
drive-ins,
 Fats Domino;

Causeless Rebel crashing car, 
bouffant hairdos,
 "har dee har har;"
Elvis on TV

 and ME....

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Paisley bow-tie
  orange socks
polka-dot knickers
  suspenders dangling

Crazy Marvin's
  testing 'wonder-drugs'
to get his bank
  account jangling

Clouds of smoke
  puffs of steam
strange whistles
  bells jangling

Delirious, dizzy
  all in a tizzy
Marvin's predictably
  mangling

A formula for
  the tutti-frutti, raspberry
bubble-gum serum
  he's angling

To shove down
  my throat ~
Help me!
  I'm strangling...

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Veniamo
Vaghiamo
E andiamo
È tutto quello che sappiamo.

Sulla terra veniamo
Vaghiamo, navighiamo
E partiamo senza niente
Niente soldi, niente bitcoin e niente anello.

Diciamo buongiorno
Chiacchieriamo, ridiamo e cantiamo
E scappiamo via senza niente
Sensa fratelli, gettoni, ed nessum legame.

PS Traduzione de ‘And We Depart Without Nothing’.

Copyright © Aprile 2022, Hébert Logerie, Tutti i diritti riservati
Hébert Logerie è autore di diversi libri di poesie....

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Tutti tutti tutti tutti tutti tutti tutti tutti too
Tree shadows camouflague the bird 
but her happiness is profoundly heard.

The birdfeeders are full. 
Fresh water in the bird baths.
I sit in the sun listening to her brag about her circumstances.

Glorying in her joyful song.
Tutti tutti tutti tutti tutti tutti tutti tutti too
Her bird speak resonates in the forest.

I can feel my skin freckling
I left my sun hat on the porch, on purpose.
I feel like singing myself....

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Petite-o-tat-oes, baked 
of a fiery oven
Crispy skin
as spud's innards
fluff into a hot
morsel of delight
Butter-drowned 
sour cream, spices                         

Romaine lettuce wedge
french bread-fresh-baked
creamy brie, Pinot Noir
tantalized taste-buds
Like a hot fudge sauce
effused 
onto stone-cold
tutti-frutti
sensate's tongue tip

Salivation!
timer 
hums
readiness - 
Delectable 
Consumption
of crispy, savory
Petite-o-tat-oes

To blue flames 
set-ablaze  
dessert of 
"Cherries Jubilee"...

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