"strudel" poems
You're my snickerdoodle, pumpkin strudel,
You're the sauce upon my noodle,
You're prettier then a purple poodle,
You're the one I like to doodle,......on my doodle pad,...
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
One room away is a woman
who wants me to **** her.
She is beautiful, intelligent, and drunk.
I am ugly, intelligent, and sober.
Even though my highest and best
tells me to walk away with a smile,
my core screams for a ruining.
One room away is a drunk, *****
dripping work of art who is also
very, very lucky.
Charles tells me to listen to
my **** and Pablo whispers a reminder
to remember the smell
of early morning wheat
and your eyelashes
while Walt and I gaze at the stars
and think of death.
I smile to myself,
soaking in the after glow
of vanilla chai, good ****
and dead poets.
One room away is a woman
who's fate was in my sadistic hands.
Two rooms away is a twelve year old
who is dreaming of flag football
and Vans and getting to
level 37 of Skyrim
and one day,
after he wakes up
and after we have our
toaster strudel,
and somewhere in between
me stopping for coffee
and dropping him off,
I'll remind him
that good ***** is everywhere
so take your time and do it right
and when you just don't want to
look at their face,
make some tea,
catch a buzz,
and read some poetry.
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
Always____**
Days
Months
Up to our loved ones
necks
Getting callbacks
and lookbacks
Will I be
most likely rejected?
Until dusk to Dawn
The full moon turned
What will be expected?
Shoved mouth to mouth
brewed into the
Starbucks
With any luck
It's hard to make
a buck $
The Dawn Lightning
Striking again wetter
Ridiculous remarks
and kicks
in the pants
He shoved
me into a romance
But we never
ended up where
I wanted to go
France
The editorial the
Mediterranean
Slim chance rainbow diet
The villas of the exotic
flowers riot
Vacationer in vineyards
Grassy bear
Mr. Griswald
Vacation despair
Party pushovers
The sour cherries OOh!
La Wee Vacation,
The push and shove
What's up
Doc_____*
The jilted Jump always
a stump
What-what
about the
President
Trump
Shoved me right
into
this poem
sonnet
Documents of
Vacations places
of memories
The Jack ***
Surrounded by
screwdriver
Or meeting the
screwballs_______
Or goofballs
Sesame Street parade
Big bird feast
His face climbed
Mount Everest
Dry mouth lips
((Frenchie Vermouth))
He's the
right fielder
The field Mr. Costner
on her left dreams
The toast all shoved
around the town
chauffeur
Don't shove me
inside
your world
vacation
Big problems not
like ordering
the best pizza
in Brooklyn
Memorial day
shoved into a soiree'
Unbelievable traffic
American Major
problem leagues
Upscale love signs
and graphics
To resolve this
Vacation big shots
The London
Hotshots
Society
At the worst time,
I had to do
Political speech
Don't shove
me or leave me
If you're not
going to please me
And not your
payroll to
tease me
He's next on the move
pushed to be shoved
I rose
I suppose
He shoved me
He gazed upon me
Like another ticket
to his vacation
He dazed with
his eyes
not to be loved
But all yummy
To take a bite
Apple strudel
pie
But dark ends
of petal
flowered bright
The last word
struggling to
feel shot
My payroll got me a raise
My own vacation
to myself big praise
to love me
Not to be pushed to
love someone
A vacation is to be
with someone that
treats you
on a pedestal
Don't shove me this
is my portal
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 2:44 PM UTC
I saw the best behinds of my generation destroyed by muffins,
strudel hydrolyzed aphids dragging themselves through Chicano streets at dawn for tickets to fix,
bagel headed tipsters yearning for flagrant connection to the sorry dim sum macarena nights ...
*apologies to Allen Ginsberg
Dec 24, 2010
Dec 24, 2010 at 8:58 PM UTC
Autumn’s snap is in the air
Like the crisp crunch of a ripe apple.
I want to gather them up from
The trees, take them home in bushels
Make apple compote,
Apple strudel,
Apple pie!
I want to stuff them into roast duck
With black walnuts and chestnuts.
I want to poach them with some pears
And sour cherries.
I want to make apple tarts with cranberries.
And feed them all to you.
Flour dust still in my hair,
Powdered sugar on my face
To make love to your appetite
With bits of apple goodies
In the crisp Autumn air - somewhere
On beds of leaves bursting bright
All in the colors of Autumn.
You’ll never think of apples
(or tarts) the same way again.
And Autumn, a little more exotic
A little bit ****** something
To look forward to
When Autumn’s snap is in the air!
© Lin Cava
Oct 21, 2010
Oct 21, 2010 at 7:21 PM UTC
toaster strudel makes me doodle
eggo waffles feed my poodle
sriracha hot sauce makes my gut toss
taco salad tastes like farts.
smarty thinkers with big wieners
clear the way for bathroom cleaners
dangerous pokemon in the sky
teach me things like how to fly
supple ******* against my chest
your ****** is hard and so are the rest
eat this pear
munch with care
put those shorts on
watch me stare
take a bath in tasty grease
my wiener is small to say the least
now let's race inside this tub
we'll see who get's out first
should we get out?
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC
Her name rhymes with banana
No, her name is not Hannah
I cant help but smile when I hear her laugh
Her favorite animal is a giraffe
She has really long brunette hair
Sometimes I sit on her like a chair
She also has a beautiful smile
Hopefully someday I can see her walk down the aisle
I named one of her puppies "Toaster Strudel"
He was a pit bull, not a poodle
The nice thing is that we never fight
It could be because she isn't uptight
There isn't a girl I would rather prefer
And that's because I love her
Anna<3
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 10:33 PM UTC
I am from toaster
From toaster strudel and bagels
I am from the small space with too many bodies
Cold, old, musty
I am from the acorn
The maple tree
Whose long limbs I remember
As if they were my own.
I’m from movie nights and slender fingers
From Hélène and Luc
I’m from thinking of the worst outcomes and crackling knees
And from moving forward
I am from finish your plate and don’t draw on the car
And twinkle, twinkle little star
I am from Canada
I am from Quebec
I am from being locked out of the house
And desperation
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
A hapless Lit student named Brandon,
Was researching Death of a Salesman;
He Googled then ogled
What Hap Loman called Strudel,
Then choked on his oral exam.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
wherever you are
I hope
you're warm
I hope there's food
good food
poppy seed strudel
and hot tea
wherever you are
I hope
there's laughter
in the morning
under covers
when your foot's
peeking out
wherever you are
I hope you
have that coat
with deep pockets
and some holes
not too big
I hope you wear it
when it's chilly out
wherever you are
I hope
you are free
your crow hair
forever dark
tricksters on you trail
never catching up
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 5:56 AM UTC
Strudel and homebrew
Lying on the Banks of the Rhine
Learning bauchnabel
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
Sergeant Schultz Saw Everything
This sad world needs another Sergeant Schultz
That merry miles ponderosus who
Carried his rifle like a walking stick
And celebrated strudel instead of glory
His innocent joy repudiated
The burning-soul *********** of war
In seeing nothing he saw everything
Through ordinary men living in hope
The liturgy of daily happiness -
This sad world needs another Sergeant Schultz
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 8:03 PM UTC
dissolute neo transgressive
a fantasy lauded libertine
self mythologizer
writing ugly comments
on corrosive voids like black outs
broken verses sounded out
in mangled staccato
needing rearranged horizons
like olives without pimentos
and skies cobbled from
thatched metal bones
in moonless poems
with no dream life
no naked glimpses
no clawing
not even a drop of blood to whiff
and already cauterized
lust-less
anemic-scapes of thorn-less rosettes
emptied of black tongued gimps
and tattooed ******
no Lilliputians
swimming in marsh swamps
and no snarling brays
remember
there are mouths to fill
with pounding gristle
and ***** to bleed
like pull apart flake strudel
that squeal rapturously
shedding seas
of gagging exorcisms
so
widen your thighs
look into my eyes
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 12:31 PM UTC
You are a geode, a
special brand of rock,
crystalline quartz,
but hollow inside –
Ha! To see inside,
you must be sliced,
and then if you are
true, your inner
amethyst tingles.
It’s like your libido
on Facebook.
You are a robot, an
autonomous vehicle
under water pressure,
Diving! Down, down,
past unimaginable
creatures, colorful
yet shapeless – a tin
man – rusted inside,
uncanny and witless.
Your heart’s chambers
on Facebook.
You are an apple tree,
flowering half a year,
bearing fruit the other –
sharing your meadow
with locusts and wild
honey – Cider! Or pie
or strudel – no matter,
the fruit is forbidden
and the pomarbo, is
the ****** of the lonely
on Facebook.
You are – are you? The
jealous type who has
to keep up with the
Jones’ Xmas list and –
wallow in addictive
cutsey animal videos
and stolen bons mots –
this, amigo, is your
brain on ******* free
of charge, ma’am,
on Facebook.
© Lewis Bosworth, 12/2016
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 8:15 PM UTC
Nattering **** head of negativity
Birdbrain, half-wit *****
Can’t count on to get on
Ever a nerd twerp blockhead
Braindead- can’t follow a single thread
Instead
Dance to the strings of your puppet poodle
You’re boring attempts are feudal
You’re as appetizing as a ten-day-old strudel
Square head, *********** yoyo, bozo
Backhoe cargo
Exciting as bread dough
Rising
Not surprising
That I’m so despising
You’re constant attempts at upstaging
Left me
Utterly disengaging
Your raging
Left me
Utterly disengaging
Your blaming
Left me
Utterly disengaging
Your constant contradictions left me
With a drug addiction
I’m not blaming
Just saying
Praying for the end
But wait
Why all the hate?
What hate?
Isn’t the mirror
Reflecting the interior
Can anyone save me from my nightmare?
Scared
That must be it
I mean me.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 1:24 PM UTC
Coffee and apple
Strudel; 1970s photos
Of the smiling man.
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 5:59 PM UTC
Good morning
It's a brand new day
Everybody is out to play
And all the teachers want to say oK
But not everybody wants a piece of Shakespeare
And all the little children are eating their lunches
Mama packed me an apple
It's a bit like wax but it is real
Sometimes I like to go to the Zoo
And when I visit the monkey
It says hello and waves a long arm at the crew
How about a bit of fruit and pie
How about a little sky
It's nice outside
The wind is cool
And everybody is practicing a brand new tool
So how about you go to school
And I will share my apple strudel.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
Oodle doodle don't be a poodle,
Oodle doodle I'll put you in a strudel,
Ooddle doodle your on my mind,
My pen is tracing your ****** lines,
And you are so divine,
Oddle doodle like rhythm and rhyme,
The beat matches the tempo,
At which you slide.
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 5:32 AM UTC
Don't let me run on the mini waves without you
Be my sea
Don't let the wind lift my hair, you just made braids
Blow me like a windy wind
Deprive me
I see the moonlight shine on your cheeks in this dark alley
I know exactly what to say
Or maybe I would know
If everything hadn't turned into a spaghetti strudel cake in my head Deprive me
Or save me from all this delay
Drown me in affection
As soft and heavy waves
Take me by the sea
That windy and
crimson full moon night
Deprive me
Darkblade Afternoon Soldier
Let me be your night lady and
Deprive me
Of all males and creatures
Take me to your sea
Give me your cue
Drown me in your teary eyes
Red as the moon, Crimson Full Moon Carry all these badly tied garments on your body
Make me shine like your dark blade, afternoon soldier and
Deprive me
On this crimson moon night.
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 3:01 PM UTC