"cashews" poems
some people choose to eat their nuts in big old handfuls
some people nibble and nibble so they don't run out
some people only like peanuts, cashews, or almonds
but when you eat your nuts you use a spoon, no doubt
who knew a spoon could be used to munch on some nuts
we all thought it was weird when Mr. Pitt used a fork for his candy
who knows maybe your art form will catch on
and eating nuts with spoons will be dandy so dandy
I guess it makes sense when the nuts are honey roasted
All that stuff can get kind of messy
But even if their salted I don’t think its called for
To use a spoon for nuts is so unnecessary
Why don’t you put your hand in the bag
Or just dump them into your palm
Are you pretending its cereal
Or is it to work out for your arm
either way I’d like to know more about your weird way of getting
some nuts from the bag to your mouth is so breath taking
who knew a spoon could be used to munch on some nuts
we all thought it was weird when Mr. Pitt used a fork for his candy
who knows maybe your art form will catch on
and eating nuts with spoons will be dandy so dandy
When you share nuts do you make people use your spoon
or must they have their own at the ready
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 11:11 AM UTC
Oh come hither to me
My sweetest honey roasted peanut lips
Your almonds I will nibble
You won't be able now to sleep
Let me crack your perfect pecans
I will walnut you away
I will **** away your cashews
Lick all the salt away
I will ****** all your Brazil nuts
They are most precious I must say .
Yes I have gone completely nutty
What more could I say .
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
I never want only two,
three scoops for me,
double cherries on top
of each one,
pistachio,
chocolate
& vanilla.
Spill some nuts,
crushed cashews
all over the place,
I'm going to dig my face
into this delicious dish.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 7:09 AM UTC
falsehoods spread like wildfire;
spreading like disease, consuming
every speck of hope and dreams,
leaving everyone emptied in the end.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
It was 3:30 in the morning
The aunt died, heart attack they said.
I only have a pale memory of her
The pink-house, protest and abuse.
Grandfather plucked us from there
the next day
The pink hibiscus my mother planted
did not depart.
She is dead today
I went to see her in black clothes,
The house, an empty aluminium box-
With kids playing ‘ring around the roses’,
Uncles debated politics and aunts gossiped
And some moaned inside.
I waited outside with few strange women,
They asked me questions
plenty of them
The anti-social me smiled.
The morning was usual
Mother made noises in the kitchen
with her steel plates and old radio,
Father forgot the fish on his
green kinetic honda,
Cats had a feast that evening
I did yoga, read newspaper and did-
not take a wash.
The dead body arrived late noon
in an ambulance with her expatriate son.
There was a sudden burst of cry-
inside- her daughter and grandchildren.
She looked like the fish to me,
The fish my father brought that morning
from the market, cold and dead.
Her daughter’s cry reminded me of-
an elapsed day in my pink house.
My father kept pink flowers on her feet
and prayed
I did not move, sat with the same chitchatting
women
The chanting became loud and it reverberated.
The body was finally taken to the fire
My mother came late, she wept.
The body burned down in minutes,
Dear relatives decamped.
I sat on the same chair
with my cousins
drawing the family tree, locating stories
and laughed over family jokes.
Then we sat tight lipped with brandy fumes
and cashews.
I came back home with my father
in the green kinetic honda,
I looked for the fish and the cat
I could not find both.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC
I'm gonna take a hit,
wait...........................
..................................
..................................
..................................
that's better,
hold on,
I need some cashews
..................................
..................................
..................................
yum,
gonna turn the lights down a bit
now,
hold on.....................
yum,
another handful of nuts
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gonna brush my teeth,
wait...........................
...................................
...................................
that's better,
just a sec,
I want some more cashews,
hold on.......................
....................................
yum...........................
feeling sleepy...........
whew,
thanks for hangin'
with me
while I ate a few nuts,
good night man.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
I don’t know what it would be like but a man can dream,
I want to go grocery shopping with Jeandar, you know like a team.
She could drive and I would ride,
Backseat buckled bags by my side.
Where do you want to go?
Natural Pantry? Fred Meyer? Costco?
Ok well we’re gonna go get some healthy food,
Now taste this codliver oil come on don’t be rude.
Here take this bottle of oregano,
It’ll make your skin glow, dontcha know?
Can you go get the milk,
and I mean soy and it better be silk.
I’ll be in the vegetable section,
checking some asparagus for defection.
We’re not gonna get bread here,
We’re going to great harvest for real stuff dear.
Before we go grab a thing of cashews,
oh yeah and some vitamin-D too.
Have you been taking your vitamins?
Hey call Ivory and ask if she wants some treats,
We can find her some healthy snacks to eats.
Have you eaten dinner yet?
a place at the table we can still set
Make sure you wash your hands now,
That’s something I won’t disallow.
Goodnight, drive safe, call me when you get there,
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 12:15 AM UTC
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Small, sweet milk-white squares
Fresh fruits and nuts chopped
Hazelnuts, pistachios,
cashews, dried cherries
Honeyed-almonds, crunch
So toothsome
Yum!
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
snooty
blue tinge
agony
burning
of
the brain
thoughts-mouth
this is the
doom of
the Perri Perri
almonds and
cashews
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 5:57 AM UTC
We are stuck_____ in a turmoil
Her pantry
All red tape
Her can good's
on him?
It's my pleasure,
And he's as painful
Spinning wheel seizure
So tinny
tiny Tim foil
Long neck-------- giraffe
Life too short he's the
end of the kabob stick
My pleasant passenger
is lovesick
Mom's lips he rattles
His eyes of the
snake
Like Arby's smoked ribs
So pleasantly
on his tab
The Webster hub
passenger drinks
Pub
Bet Ya baking Trump
truffles hum?
((Nescafe Escape))
Carmello latte- James
Bondman another passenger
Mr. Sandman twins
of duct tape
it says___
((Where I End))
Where I begin
her money vault
The piano player
Billy Joel the strangers
My own flesh
and blood
Cousins and
Arsenic and lace
poison
Threw them
over the threshold
Elvira siesta greyhound
My pleasant
passenger
Secretly pulling teeth_____
mistletoe at birth
Caught in his fire
from Bruce
Springsteen
birth
The messenger
singing
Fiddler on
the roof
Matchmaker
make me a
(Outer Rim)
space station
The orange juice
his
Pulp Fiction
The argument
Please let there be
Yankee fans
Take me out
Don't ball me out
The game with my nephews
Buy me some cashews
and
Crack-Up Jacks
My pleasant passenger
I don't care if
he ever comes
back
Mary Mack dressed
in maternity black
The funeral came with her
right-hand
messenger
Newborn
life assignment
Bravo applaud
Not everything is
so pleasant
Contradicting
My pleasant
passenger
Couldn't
comment nothing was delicious----?
Rebirth reassignments
Come at me
consignment place
Second hand or
twice around
Another passenger
coming to town
I screamed he
had no face
bandages
Robin Hoods**
The passenger gobble up
seconds poor our goods__--
The first rich
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 3:40 PM UTC
I wish you loads of fortune
Cashews
And grains of salt from foreign grounds
I wish you mobility
Through a sky not travelled by
I wish for you to dream and fly
Enjoy the fair food
Like it's wine
I wish for you to pass the time
With humble thoughts you won't admit
Abandon the life to which I couldn't commit
To which I fix that, bit by bit
And last of all
I wish you immaturity
The ability to love and lose, to lick you lips
To close your eyes
And choose
And I wish there was a better way
If common sense can't mend the break
Love like this is far too light
So I'll sit knee deep and drunk in history
Stroke blonde hair, and curse all night.
Oct 2, 2011
Oct 2, 2011 at 11:13 PM UTC
A ballet of branches upon towering trees,
reaching (ever so) tall, above his head:
are mirroring his thoughts with ease
on this (ever so) dastardly dreary day.
"Oh, Creator! Come strike me dead!
I am ever so afraid, of what I wish to say:
t'whom the woman I dream of before
- and after I lie and wake in bed."
To be rejected by his dream queen
is, surely, his soul's damnation!
"Maybe-deep in my dungeon, I should stay
and get ever so high in euphoric elation-
yes! dragons in my kitchen, I should slay!
God! Do I wish to see her face?!"(Yes!)
It may be his last chance to be blessed-
by all of the beauty that she beholds:
within her body, brain and being.
He's feeling fairly stressed
because he doesn't fit most social molds-
but his wish: her and he,
t'wards the western sun, fleeing.
He's going to grab the rope of his dream
(Yes!)
and, to her, it won't seem- like much;
(No!)
what she can't see, is the rush-ed blood,
(Oh!)
so warm, circulating amidst his heart.
Oh, how this could be the start-
of a drastic change in outlook- view!
If only he had the nuts, to ask out you!
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 12:14 PM UTC
Scorpion, scorpion, who brought the pen
The tip of its tail, the needles sharp end
Poisonous dagger, To write all your wishes
****** soiled, bundled up tissues
Issues and cashews and nuts
Insanity.
Rhinoceros, rhinoceros, have you the tusk
The one on your nose, the jungled rough musk
Broken and bleeding torn from your face
Now beautiful laced girls
Discover your pearls
Thieves.
Fathers and mothers, did you bring the child
Shattered, broken, seen with both vile
Bangs and pangs broken dishes, birds sang
That night along with the screams
Did you believe
Destruction.
Artist, artists, have you the pieces
The ones of your life, sadness, defeation
The black strokes, lonely tokes
And pills and late sat to smoke
What does it all mean, by life
Uninspired.
Dictators, dictators, did you bring your people
The hobbled and squabbled, who prayed in the steeple
Who hung from the rafters, and rang with the bells
For whom it tolls, well, no one tells
And lost citizens
Vanish.
Butterflies, butterflies, did you keep your promise
Mottled, and bottled, spread across lawn mist
To be beautiful, shiny with no varnish
Your caterpillar state should not tarnish
The wings you have now
Growth.
Children, children, did you steal the money
For xanax, tricks, and acid, your'e funny
Brain dead generation
Same dread, memorization
Of all the dead jokes
Sad.
Villagers, villagers, did you burn the witch
The bloodied open stitch
That tore the wound of the town
And they all began to drown
In truths they didn’t like
Characters.
Kitten, kitten, did you trick the boy
Into finding your, mangled, ticked, body
Squashed, splattered, with marks in your back
Circled rocks, flowers, hit and smack
The dirt down flat
Betrayal.
Conscience, conscience, did you make me feel that way
For something I thought, for something I might not say
For something I did, and something I am
Why do you threaten
Why do I listen
shiver.
Ghosts, ghosts, do you really terrify
Blankets, and behind walls spy
Sheets, and bags of treats
You saw it all, naked
Through the clear square wall, sacred
Innocence.
Creatures, creatures, you dwelled in the cave
Red, glowing eyes. Blue burning rave
You crawl out at night
To get a good sight
Of all of the people passed out drunk
loneliness.
Beware this place.
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 11:57 PM UTC
How to imagine a poem--
when you speak those lines
do not say that you are dying or inlove,
but describe the way it's happening.
Death/Sad.
There's a noose around my neck
the rough fibers are digging in
reminding me of my fathers hands--
when I was eight years old
as he strangled me to sleep.
My helium light in the corner
begins to flicker as it always does
when there's a thunderstorm,
even as my world fades
I know it's sunny skies today.
Love.
There's a difference between smiling
and the way your lips slant upwards.
They remind me of my favorite nuts;
cashews are the happiest of all of them
the only ones able to make a smile
that puts all others to shame.
Nature/Happy.
As hydrogen and oxygen combine
making my sweet abode the ocean--
I sift saltwater side to side in my mouth
as I attempt to draw the air into my lungs.
Fish were born to exist here
where I am lucky to float in their home today.
End.
Poems are the hidden lizard in your back yard
that always seems to be there watching you--
or the pesky neighbor cat which hangs on the fence
riskily tightrope walking to sneak upon it's prey.
...The meaning is always there, but sometimes it's difficult to see...
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 4:34 AM UTC
I want to drink
Until the end
Of forgotten time
Let there be
A funeral fire
Withhold the time capsule
Rustic sounds
Should accompany
Alternating live music
Wood is warping
Bathroom darkening
It all stinks
Reeking of vanilla musk
Some savage old lady
Must have been here
I continue to drink
Without expiration
Giving into temptation
Wine contains a nutty
Whimsical flavor
Reminiscent of cashews
Salted just right
Stored on time
Purity in taste
Test has been passed
No more whims
Just explanations
For why I drink
Trying to write
Avoiding sobriety
Wanting ***
Confusion of the soul
Fusion for sanity
Sunday spreads
Wicked wings
Evil erosions
Condemning my being
Into ice
Deafening to my eyes
Plastering the pole
But in suspense
Avoiding the crowd
Can I possibly contend,
with a biscuit?
Perhaps not
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 12:26 AM UTC
I eat cashews for breakfast
and all kinda luxury nut mix
Kookoolookuu
and all the jealous chicky chickens
at the backyard cluck cluck bra:
“We shall also laugh...
when it’s thanksgiving time”
Poor pulltiepullies
they are so stupid
I wanna Hop Up on them
they do not know how to
Impress!
miserly is their earning
after daily laying &
they gotta yearn for a
thanks giving!
for good grain
yeah
for good grain
like mine
yeah
like mine
KookooLookuu
Oh only if they could fan out tails beautifully like me
Oh only if they could gobble so loud like me
they need no-nothin then
to get
better grain
It’s eventually give and take - Yeah
Give and Take
…
but Now
I have to badly
Eject
...
KookooLookuu!
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Being 18,
Would be,
So hard,
Without you,
I don't know what to do,
Skies were gray but you turned them blue,
Like the ocean Tasting cashews,
And,
Hoping I could get a car,
So I could ask you,
Do you wanna go on a date?
She's hella faint,
Long enough to feel the restraint,
Get it, gotta love her more,
Stuck to me like yellow and blue paint,
Hoping mom gets the house by then,
Suppose to be moving in palm coast city,
I will be summer so I won't put on an ugly sweater then,
Being 18,
Would Change,
My life,
In,
A whole new way,
This is my year that I come back,
So i must say,
July 1st will be end of all poverty babe.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
i dare say, silent movie in the genre of horror?
Sven and me, no, not Geoffrey or Norbert,
Sven, the coconut,
donned a red woollen glove on his coconut
scalp and told him: you're a cockerel alarm
clock from now on; Sven liked it,
i told him: you're not a bowling ball,
you've just chewed cashews
in your mouth socket, and now the
undigested pulp; if not then off to the
bowling alley with you - ah my sweet
tropical island smurf / cannibal necklace
skull of a little monkey of imitated kindred
physiognomy, oh pooh bear, pooh.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 8:56 PM UTC
HELP! HELP!! HELP!!!
Am lost in the cosmos,
Surrounded by darkness in a terrain I can't explain.
'lead me through the night' I could only yell.
The more i yelled the fainter my reverberations struck my ear.
Should i turn to the left or to the right?
My weary heart spoke in protest.
The thought of my predicament made me feel dizzy.
Twas a long night filled with despair.
I could only feel the stings of some silly insects and hear the sounds of some happy crickets.
All around me I could Perceive uncertainty.
I waited for hundreds of hours for day to come,
But time proved to me that I was in a zone of perpetual darkness.
I looked to the skies all my eyes could find was a thick dark cloud.
Days rolled into weeks.
Though i lost track of time,each second seemed like a million years.
At this point i had lost strength to speak and my vigour was at its brink.
Turning to my left i could see a shadow of a stone.
I gazed at the atmosphere in admiration,
As i saw darkness being overtaken by light.
In a matter of some microseconds a star appeared and dominated the galaxy.
Hurray! It was a northern star.
Its brightness was unique in that its radiance produced a fragrance of calmness and serenity.
As soon as i could find my pouch,I began to move in the direction of the Star.
It led me through the grass lands and savannah there I settled and ate some cashews
Gradually we entered into a rain forest.I stopped by a river flowing eastward from the savannah to drink some water.
Step by step I kept trailing the star till I got to my abode.
The northern star stood at my roof and shone forever.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 9:13 PM UTC
How come you
dance so___ good
Don't do a Tina Turner
Table dance on me
Whats love got to do
with fads
Never know what you
had_____
Fads Like P-op-Sugar
Lads Like Laptop- sister
Austrian lads
Alice-y Mads
A spoon full
of sugar
helps her
meds go
down
Jewels 4 Julie in the
most delightful
way
Dogs named
Andrews those
honey cashews
She pops
crackle Rice
crispies
For her Nephews
Over-sugared curfew
Julia Roberts her
business flew
Perk up (Pretty Women)
Not!! first class?
Money VIP Pass
Cafe hot and
boiling
His temper bad
habits spoiling
You cannot buy
a girl
off with
((Pricetags))
The ending
with no
friends so sad
Beginning
Sugar is your
poison that depends
No, I love you
Valentine cards
No hello and regards
Go Cincinnati
Rock and Roll
Hall of Fane_____*
Fads **** and Jane
spots her men
Her engraved
hands classical
Vivaldi opera
Pops with Pavarotti
To the love wall
Sweet Sardi
Please no
Godfather Gotti
The Godmother
tutti fruity
Or Sardinia
Miami Beach
Pop bikini's
Come together
words Beatles
I want to hold your
____?
Talking heads
Caramelly popcorn
Christmas ghost past
Talking to herself
Will this love
ever last
Like a hard toffee
She could soften
any hallway
Harvard Men
Freshman
Chewing fad
of spearmint
Gum
No etiquette
Men of bourbon
Spicy sweets
Ladies festive
turbans
Hotel tons of sweets
At the Marriott
Sweet Brandy doll
Marionette
Raw or
Angel equal
brown sugar
The finest of crepe
Suzette like a sequel
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 3:09 PM UTC
I’ve been known to steal
The cashews out of nut mix
I’m quite the *******
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC
Dear Dad,
I've been dying to tell you that I'm gay
tucked away in a box of my childhood toys
you'll find almonds, cashews, and unsalted peanuts
your first son and I are not alike
my favorite color blue, his green
synchronized like gears in a clock
I too am drenched in sweat
I have your oversized cotton t-shirt on
the one I wear to sleep
I rewatch the video I recorded of Gustavo and I
locked and intertwined
in a shape that's unsuited for your eyes
the same blood running through you
your father and his father
is the same blood that runs through me
resilient, strong and wild like an untamed horse
Hasan, our shared name, my signature
it's similar to yours
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 5:23 PM UTC