Members
Sydney, Australia
15/F/California
Poems
Carl Joseph Roberts
Oct 2013
The Peppered Pickle Clown
(Peppered Pickle Day)
This is a story you may not know
And it's banned in pickle town
It's about a peppered pickle
That became a circus clown
He started out his short life
Looking through a stained glass jar
Watching his sweet pickled brother
Become a kosher star
Although his peppered pickled life was sweet
This peppered pickle wanted more
He would join the circus as a clown
And be a smash that fans adored
At first it started slowly
No fans would call his name
But a peppered pickle as a clown
Well thats funny just the same
As time went on he made them laugh
They started yelling for him more
Then a show was given just to him
And a peppered pickle day was born
All the fans they ordered pickles
On peppered pickles they would gorge
Then one day there came a time
When peppered pickles they ran short
The peppered pickle clown knew right then
That it was time to make his mark
So he made a deal with Vlasic corp.
To put peppered pickles in their jars
Well Vlasic corp. invited him
To come take a private tour
They said that he would relish it
And be a cut up in the stores
They put the peppered pickle clown
In a clown chair and tied him down
They said it was for safety
As the belt showed him all around
The belt went slow when starting out
Picked up speed as it went along
The peppered pickle clown was sliced and diced
Vlasic didn't clown around
So remember the peppered pickle clown
When you shop at your home store
He gave his life for stardom
And thats why you now pay more
Today is peppered pickle day
And should be known the world around
Made famous by a sweet delight
The peppered pickle clown
Carl J. Roberts
(Peppered Pickle Day)
This is a story you may not know
And it's banned in pickle town
It's about a peppered pickle
That became a circus clown
He started out his short life
Looking through a stained glass jar
Watching his sweet pickled brother
Become a kosher star
Although his peppered pickled life was sweet
This peppered pickle wanted more
He would join the circus as a clown
And be a smash that fans adored
At first it started slowly
No fans would call his name
But a peppered pickle as a clown
Well thats funny just the same
As time went on he made them laugh
They started yelling for him more
Then a show was given just to him
And a peppered pickle day was born
All the fans they ordered pickles
On peppered pickles they would gorge
Then one day there came a time
When peppered pickles they ran short
The peppered pickle clown knew right then
That it was time to make his mark
So he made a deal with Vlasic corp.
To put peppered pickles in their jars
Well Vlasic corp. invited him
To come take a private tour
They said that he would relish it
And be a cut up in the stores
They put the peppered pickle clown
In a clown chair and tied him down
They said it was for safety
As the belt showed him all around
The belt went slow when starting out
Picked up speed as it went along
The peppered pickle clown was sliced and diced
Vlasic didn't clown around
So remember the peppered pickle clown
When you shop at your home store
He gave his life for stardom
And thats why you now pay more
Today is peppered pickle day
And should be known the world around
Made famous by a sweet delight
The peppered pickle clown
Carl J. Roberts
I know, I Know this is no where near my normal. No life lesson, memory from the past or make you cry poem. These past several weeks I have written those touching heart felt poems and well I just needed a break. So if you were looking for a life lesson today just shake your head and say, Joe, Joe, Joe..Really, Really. ..lol
Dr Michael Morrell Jan 2016
Honey Pickle
Dr Michael Morrell
Jan 2016
Honey Pickle.
I can't let you go alone, into the night.
Leaving me here bathing in fright.
I didn't mean to not listen with more care
Oh Honey Pickle I will not even let dare
Thinking of my life continuing with you not there.
Dearest wait and please please slow down.
Speak once more and I beg you to turn around.
She stopped. And then she slowly fell to the ground.
My darling Honey Pickle wept so loud into the night
Minutes of anguish and sobbing were sounding her fright.
I would stay with you if paying more attention you might.
I dared not turn away and let her go
I put other things first and she seemed to know
My attendance to her was something I did not show.
Her sobs they fell from her mouth to the earth
Sad sounds revealed betrayal from me was what she heard
I flew down the stairs and out the door like a bird.
I ran to the spot where she crying laid low
I then realized complete attention to Honey Pickle I should show.
That was the only way a life long love could ever grow.
I stared at Honey Pickle to the skin of her neck above her back
I lovingly saw the birthmarks that reminded me of my lack
Of attention to the details of of speech that I had seen as black.
When you love someone like my Honey Pickle focus on words
Make sure you hear properly and respond right to what you heard.
Listen. Listen and Listen, and remember them even if slurred.
If you have your own Honey Pickle nothing else matters.
If you want your future secure and you heart not to be shattered.
Keep your lover's heart intact, don't leave memory in tatters.
I can't let you go alone, into the night.
Leaving me here bathing in fright.
I didn't mean to not listen with more care
Oh Honey Pickle I will not even let dare
Thinking of my life continuing with you not there.
Dearest wait and please please slow down.
Speak once more and I beg you to turn around.
She stopped. And then she slowly fell to the ground.
My darling Honey Pickle wept so loud into the night
Minutes of anguish and sobbing were sounding her fright.
I would stay with you if paying more attention you might.
I dared not turn away and let her go
I put other things first and she seemed to know
My attendance to her was something I did not show.
Her sobs they fell from her mouth to the earth
Sad sounds revealed betrayal from me was what she heard
I flew down the stairs and out the door like a bird.
I ran to the spot where she crying laid low
I then realized complete attention to Honey Pickle I should show.
That was the only way a life long love could ever grow.
I stared at Honey Pickle to the skin of her neck above her back
I lovingly saw the birthmarks that reminded me of my lack
Of attention to the details of of speech that I had seen as black.
When you love someone like my Honey Pickle focus on words
Make sure you hear properly and respond right to what you heard.
Listen. Listen and Listen, and remember them even if slurred.
If you have your own Honey Pickle nothing else matters.
If you want your future secure and you heart not to be shattered.
Keep your lover's heart intact, don't leave memory in tatters.
Priscilla Leglette Mar 2015
Quite a Pickle
Priscilla Leglette
Mar 2015
It was quite a pickle,
I have to say.
It haunted me,
Both night and day.
You may believe
One's never scary-
But this pickle had me
Very wary.
My friends they said
"For HEAVEN'S sake,"
The pickle's only
A piece of cake!"
So they went ahead
And took a slice
Now they could see
It wasn't nice
A rather bitter taste
It did supply
A rather salty cake-
Their mouths were dry
And without water
(The pricy job,
Of digging a well)
They began to sob
See this did nothing
But deepen their thirst
This pickle of mine
Was one of the worst
They were awful busy,
They wouldn't chat
So I stayed to talk
To my hairless rat.
And it had me concerned
That the pickle had me beat
And would run off with my tongue
Down Mountainview Street
He said the pickle would make me
A fool in this town
This thing would convict me
So I swallowed it down.
I have to say.
It haunted me,
Both night and day.
You may believe
One's never scary-
But this pickle had me
Very wary.
My friends they said
"For HEAVEN'S sake,"
The pickle's only
A piece of cake!"
So they went ahead
And took a slice
Now they could see
It wasn't nice
A rather bitter taste
It did supply
A rather salty cake-
Their mouths were dry
And without water
(The pricy job,
Of digging a well)
They began to sob
See this did nothing
But deepen their thirst
This pickle of mine
Was one of the worst
They were awful busy,
They wouldn't chat
So I stayed to talk
To my hairless rat.
And it had me concerned
That the pickle had me beat
And would run off with my tongue
Down Mountainview Street
He said the pickle would make me
A fool in this town
This thing would convict me
So I swallowed it down.