Doughnuts Poems

I didn't make you know how glad I was
To have you come and camp here on our land.
I promised myself to get down some day
And see the way you lived, but I don't know!
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Gooses, geeses
I want my geese to lay gold eggs for easter
At least a hundred a day
And by the way
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That deserted autumn after you died,
I took a walk to the bank
It was warm, but predicting rain
I was becoming wet with perspiration
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Mr Brain was a hermit dwarf who liked to eat shellfish off
the moon. He liked to go into a tree then because there is a
little height to see a little further, which may reveal now the
stone, a pebble--it is a twig, it is nothing under the moon that
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Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest.
I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye.
Yes, it's all over.
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In
my car
parked.
seven
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Now Mr. Boomer Johnson was a gettin' old in spots,
But you don't expect a bad man to go wrastlin' pans and pots;
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daddy, daddy,
I can’t go to school
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With a Methodist hymn in his musical throat,
The Sun was emitting his ultimate note;
His quivering larynx enwrinkled the sea
Like an Ichthyosaurian blowing his tea;
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Who put the jam in the doughnut?
Who made the sugar so sweet?
Who sent me down to the bakers?
Who wrapped them up very neat?
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What’s this? A dish for fat lips.
Who says? A nameless stranger.
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Sometimes,
Everything seems to go wrong
Everything seems so depressing
It can go on for quite long,
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golden fried doughnuts
ice cream made of new snowfall
backyard starlit woods
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impish fairies
bait the child
with handfuls
of red berries
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I ordered an 'everything' pizza
which probably was a mistake.
For it came with a bag full of doughnuts;
it came with a shovel and rake.
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He was not especially handsome, he was not especially smart,
A great big lumbering fellow with a soft and tender heart.
His eyes were gray and honest, his smile a friendly one,
He wore his parson's suit of black on days of state alone;
At other times he went around in clothes the worse of wear,
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(a.k.a. Cooking Lessons Using 4 DNA Letters Recipe)


(Genesis 1: 11,21,24,25,26,27
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I don't like cabbages,
despise lumpy mattresses
and men that wield control with glee,
or cats that purloin my favourite seat,
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Walking the beat was a cop,
Who loved the corner doughnut shop.
But he loved twinkies too,
So his waistline grew and grew,
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Oh! It's really amazed me and a surprise too.
My fellow poet friend Max.Reif visited me on the 23 rd of Nov.'07
Early in the morning.(Both of us wished a happy thanksgiving!)
We had coffee and few doughnuts in a small restaurant in Anaheim.
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golden fried doughnuts
ice cream made of new snowfall
backyard starlit woods
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(after Hein Viljoen)

Out of the Bible psalm 91 is read,
we pray and eat milk-tart without fear.
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She stood in the queue at the bakery shop,
A large brown loaf in her hand,
Eyeing the lovely array of cakes,
Displayed on the large glass stand.
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That deserted autumn after you died,
I took a walk to the bank
It was warm, but predicting rain
I was becoming wet with perspiration
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the moon beats down
on her skinless shiny drum
she beats a rhythm
on her drum without a beat
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impish fairies
bait the child
with handfuls
of red berries
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Pleasant pondering never be realized,
the pie in the sky for now satisfied.
The biggest slice in need of pursuit,
the cherry on top as attitude.
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Do not gulp up this sad air do not
Dip your head into joy do not
Engulf sound's bubble do not
Recall the bird-black future do not
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You are the lasagna
The spaghetti
The pizza with double cheese and extra meat
A triple cheese burger with a double order of fries and a huge soda
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Always we banked on another sunflower sun beside

a timeless river of stories
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