Creme Puff Pie

vanslyker

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I don't remeber what pic I was looking at...I think it was daize I'm not sure but anyway it inspired this poem

"Creme Puff Pie'

When i think of things that I could make
of course I think of "happy cake"
But I am such a "hands-on guy"
I'd love to try a creme puff pie

Just to get my hands in dough
and roll it out and knead it slow
then stretch it out across the tin
and with two fingers press it in

and check the stove and set the time
and feel the heat begin to climb
then kick back and watch it rise
right before my very eyes

then let it cool and whip the creme
a sweet delight, a poet's dream
a work of art to say the least
to fill with creme this masterpiece

vanslyker 4/10/07
 
I looked at your bio: I have been writing for years and want to share my work and work to write more.
What else have you written?
 
vanslyker said:
I'm working on a collection I hope to have in a book buy summer.
Are they about pie? :)
Can you share a non-pie poem? I have this... thing... about pie. It's a tragic and epic story that I can't legally share.
 
BluePoet said:
Are they about pie? :)
Can you share a non-pie poem? I have this... thing... about pie. It's a tragic and epic story that I can't legally share.

it doesn't have anything to do with giraffes and broken dildos does it?
 
She's so amazing

she's so amazing
she's really just right
she's got my attention
I'm lucky tonight

to not be alone
to have her attention
and all that goes with
thats just too good to mention
 
vanslyker said:
I have a giraffe poem somewhere
I think you really need to hit me with the giraffe poem. Let's have it.
The giraffe isn't eating pie, is it?
 
BluePoet said:
I think you really need to hit me with the giraffe poem. Let's have it.
The giraffe isn't eating pie, is it?
No self respecting giraffe ever is.
Unless they hang the pie in a tree.
 
giraffe poem

the giraffe sticks his neck out
just to get one small leaf
an small appetizer
thats little relief

He could die of starvation
I tell you no doubt
if he just kept to himself
and never stuck his neck out
 
I was called giraffe in school, so I'm a bit sensitive about giraffes. Your poem caused me stress. (Damn! Why don't we have a bawling, hysterical, neurotic emoticon?!)

Tell me more about this book you have coming out this summer.
 
vanslyker said:
she's so amazing
she's really just right
she's got my attention
I'm lucky tonight
I like the meter you are using, vanslyker. The four short lines and the repeated arrangement of stressed and unstressed syllables in each line sounds nice to me.
 
Walking at Night

I am trying to imitate the meter you are using, vanslyker, and find it difficult to do. The lines are so short. Anyway, here's a first attempt. Thanks for posting your poem.

We walk in the night.
My hand's on your arm.
The street gives us light.
There's no fear of harm
Except in my heart
Where blame wants to grow.
Oh, why does it start?
I wish I would know.
 
vanslyker said:
the giraffe sticks his neck out
just to get one small leaf
an small appetizer
thats little relief

He could die of starvation
I tell you no doubt
if he just kept to himself
and never stuck his neck out

Your poem inspired this:

Giraffe

The six foot fall at birth
would be enough to kill
any other even-toed ungulate,
even with a blue-black tongue.
 
BluePoet said:
I was called giraffe in school, so I'm a bit sensitive about giraffes. Your poem caused me stress. (Damn! Why don't we have a bawling, hysterical, neurotic emoticon?!)

Tell me more about this book you have coming out this summer.

I need to think about it...I had all these pg 13 poems and I think I threw em out.
now I gotta start over....
 
FifthFlower said:
I am trying to imitate the meter you are using, vanslyker, and find it difficult to do. The lines are so short. Anyway, here's a first attempt. Thanks for posting your poem.

We walk in the night.
My hand's on your arm.
The street gives us light.
There's no fear of harm
Except in my heart
Where blame wants to grow.
Oh, why does it start?
I wish I would know.

follow the thread
you feel in your hands
and it will take you through walls
in Jersaluem land!!!
 
FifthFlower said:
I am trying to imitate the meter you are using, vanslyker, and find it difficult to do. The lines are so short. Anyway, here's a first attempt. Thanks for posting your poem.

We walk in the night.
My hand's on your arm.
The street gives us light.
There's no fear of harm
Except in my heart
Where blame wants to grow.
Oh, why does it start?
I wish I would know.

NOW......follow the thread
you feel in your hands
and it will take you through walls
in Jersaluem land!!!

trust in yourself
and you might start to fly
and I'll say I knew you when
with a grin and a ... sigh (whew)
 
BluePoet said:
I was called giraffe in school, so I'm a bit sensitive about giraffes. Your poem caused me stress. (Damn! Why don't we have a bawling, hysterical, neurotic emoticon?!)

Tell me more about this book you have coming out this summer.

did I say I have a book coming out ...yes I do..in this lifetime...
Im sorry the giraffe poem made u feel bad...I think poetry uplifting like giraffes ..(just kidding)
lighten up you blue poet your alright and now you know it!!!
 
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