Tina's Poem_Week 7

 My Dali Experience

A museum that holds all the best works

Of the man who had the most familiar mustache and smirk

The building constructed after his similar “Egg” works

With hanging paintings of the Salvador Dali Cirque

Hues of striking rustic colors, 

melting clocks, some bigger and some smaller.

Elephants and mosquitos with legs for days

I swear I’m in some trippy haze.

I have only witnessed this sense of surrealism once before

In my dreams and a trip with psychedelics, 

“Oh wait maybe twice, I’m sure.”

Right before me, dream like ideas

Brushed and stroked lined up in a galleria.

Could this be true what the guide is saying

a twisted painting with no drugs, not even playing.

I couldn’t believe the knowledge behind Dali

It seemed so contrastingly striking.

Though totally blown away

I couldn’t decide to go or just stay.

Tina's Haikus Week 7

#1: Goodnight

   Nasonex to breathe

So you do not ever sneeze

Sleep well and goodnight.

#2: Nasonex is Tight

   Breathing clear feels right

Especially when its night

Nasonex is tight!

#3: Free Me

   I hate the sniffles

Because they can hold me back

Nasonex frees me

#4: My Worst Enemy

    Nasal congestion

Can be my worst enemy

Nasonex kills that

#5: Please Inhale

   Please inhale this spray

and experience the rays,

outside can be nice.

The Flood

Oh alergies you.

with your loving ah-ah-choos

Hate you like the flu.

The Flood

Unstoppable flood,

Green, sticky, out of my nose.

Spray me, free my cough. 

"Red like a rose" Haiku 5 - Week 8 (Theme: Nasonex)

"Red like a rose"

My itchy nose has
turned the color of a rose!
Where's my Nasonex?!

Lasagna - Poem

What if yellow rhymed with marshmallow.

I mean, what if it don't?

Did I say something wrong?

What if a yellow marshmallow

was eaten while someone was singing

a mellow song? King Kong.

Rules in art, rules in advertising

All that seems so free is not at all enticing.

Never mix red and green,

The tag never goes before the headline.

My eyes hurt, my fingers bleed

The only thing thats changing is my receding hairline.

My favorite dish is lasagna,

but I fart when I eat cheese.

Fuck the rules, 

don't say please.

And if you are thinking exactly that,

there is no way i can tell what.

but your eyes are are blinking

There is no kong, only your king.

 Wanting, waiting, to do you wrong.

Diego Halac

The itch

Its that yearly itch,

that cant be defeated if.

theres no Nasonex.

Buggarts

I don’t know what else

is there left for me to do

my runny nose yells.

Tide The executioner

The miraculous
executioner arrives.
Stains are departing!

Happy cat!

Mister Whiskers smiles,
he can sleep in bed tonight
Nasonex inside!

By: Loipa Ramos

Poem # 7 - The Final Week from Hell

The final week approaches,
it has reared its ugly head.
The pressure is off the roof,
and my brain feels almost dead.

Meaningless hours wasted,
crunch time is finally at hand.
How I wish to reach the end
unscathed while my legs still stand.

Red Bull cans in my trash,
I yearn for rest in sleepless days.
Work never seems to get done,
and my thoughts are adrift in a haze.

Deadlines, projects and finals,
This is not what I asked for...
Every idea comes with a struggle
It feels like I'm going to war.

No time for rainbows or sunshine.
It's blood, sweat and tears.
I panic in fright and ask myself:
How will I conquer my fears?

I answer & say "It's just one week"
Everything will come to pass.
This nightmarish week from hell
can frankly kiss my ass!

Ali's Haiku-isms # 33

Stain Assassination

Stains will feel the pain
When Tide spreads its soapy wrath.
Now that's a clean kill!

Sarah's Haiku

Paint it Red

I wear a red stain,

Evidence of a long night, 

Tide erase the shame.

Pump It Up, Nasonex

Your long slender tube's,
always welcome in my nose,
Spray away, my friend!

My muses

Inspiration comes
in the middle of the night;
muses pay me a visit
and ask me to dance.

I dance at their pace
and I am lost in their embrace;
I am living my present
no one is on the way.

I want to live in this cloud
when the sun comes out,
when the music fades away
and the birds fly around.

I linger in this feeling,
don't ever want to look back
but gravity whispers in my ear
it is time to come down

I am back to myself,
I've been high for a while;
I feel so good in my own
and I am ready for a second round!

Afraid they are

My clothes are afraid,
locked in the closet they lay.
Tide is on it's way!

Eternal traveler

Not from here, not from there,
non the less, from anywhere.

You belong, just in your mind,
in a gorgeous land, from which you're banned.

They want you out, you want back in,
and in the end, the idea sinks.

To be an immigrant, it hurts inside,
that painful love, just doesn't die.

But it grows stronger from that place called home,
and makes you love it, quite even more.

You learn to live each day alone
because you feel no one truly knows.

13 years ago, my life changed a lot,
I lost my faith in growing up.

I knew some troubles I couldn't solve,
and leaving everything was just the worst.

I remember saying many goodbyes,
lost and sad in that timeless land.

But someday I know, I will be back,
and I'll build a passage between each land.

By: Loipa Ramos

Drama Queen!

Hey nose, yeah nose, YOU!
Stop complaining like a child,
spray Nasonex now!

Sarah's Poem-Life of a Fool

Life of a Fool

Its hard too look up, 

when you've been looking down for so long,

heavens a ways away,

and I'm stuck to the ground.  

Swimming against the current,

only takes you so far,

before it takes you under,

and you've lost sight of where you are.

There was a choice, 

placed before us,

to stand or to fall,

So excuse me while I'll scrape myself up off the floor.

Bloody hands, blurred vision,  

Clouted thoughts, desensitized by it all. 

An unknown power over me,

bringing me up, rising to the call,

I rise as I fall,

I sink as I swim,

I do whatever it takes,

There is no other choice in this life but to win. 

Sarah's Haikus

Sweet Clean

I love the fresh smell,

Of fresh clean sheets on my bed,

Tide, you do me right.

Allergy Alert

I hate allergies,

Dust and pollen in my nose,

Sweet Nasonex fix

Grateful

Dirty and smelly,

But not the way I like it,

I thank God for Tide.  

Repent

A shot to the nose,

It drenches all the debris,

Wash away these sins

My Poor Nose

My Nasonex, I forgot
now my nostrils are full of snot.

It blocks the air into my nose,
and down my throat, the mucous goes.

Life's not fun, a constant frown,
when only breathing through your mouth.

I need my beloved nasal spray,
so I can smell and enjoy my day.

Without My Nasonex

Cute little kitty,
a nasal catastrophe,
I cannot pet you

Ali's Haiku-isms # 32

The Trouble with Laundry

Alas, the laundry
Never done unless naked.
You. Nude. Box of Tide.

"The Plague" Haiku 4 - Week 8 (Theme: Nasonex)

"The Plague"

Allergies plague me.
All I want to do is sneeze
Alas, the cure is here.

Tide

A delicious scent
is following me today.
Who am I wearing?

Ali's Haiku-isms # 31

Works Like Magic

Dog poop on my jeans
Here today, gone tomorrow
Nothing cleans like Tide

Nasonex to the rescue

Flowers, cats and hair
worst nightmare free in the air
shut! my nose will die.

By: Loipa Ramos

The Wonder Fragrance of Tide

Citrus, lavender,
or what ever scent I please,
you come through for me.

Flowers' Scent

Beautiful flowers,

never knew you smelled so sweet,

But Nasnoex must have.

"AAACHOO no more" Haiku 3 - Week 8 (Theme: Nasonex)

"AAACHOO no more"

Allergies... at you
I will AAACHOOO not once more!
Nasonex cured me!

"My dear allergies" - Haiku 2 - Week 8 (Theme: Nasonex)

"My dear allergies"

My dear allergies,
It's been nice knowing you... not.
Goodbye Forever.

"Sniffles" Haiku 1 - Week 8 (Theme: Nasonex)

"Sniffles"

Pollen in my nose
Oh how you make me sniffle!
Please just go away!

Ali's Haiku-isms # 30

Laundry Love

Warm against my cheek
I breathe the fresh scent of Tide
And relish the fold

Make her happy!

Oh sad runny nose,
crying, crying all day long
you need a spray shot!

By: Loipa Ramos

The fact

A big pile of clothes,
is full of stains everywhere.
Somebody please help!

Ali's Haiku-isms # 29

No Stain, No Pain

Candy, grease, ketchup, blood
There's no stain Tide cannot undo
My laundry hero

Day out!

Splash of Nasonex
in a cloudy rainy day.
Allergies be gone!

Nasonex Maid Service

My clogged up nostrils,
a cavern of gooey rocks,
clean me out real good!

Tide, I Need Your Help

An enormous stain,
feel like everyone's staring,
Get their eyes off me!

the warning

You don't have tide,
then runaway from tough stains.
Apparel warning!

A-Choo!

Itch? Cough? Something wrong?
I got the cure for you.
Nasonex, a-choo!

Forever fat

Big Mac I need you!
Will my craving ever end?
I am a fatty.

By: Loipa Ramos

"In a dark closet under the stairs" - Poem for Week 7 (Theme: Horror)

"In a dark closet under the stairs"

A bead of sweat rolls down my forehead
As my trembling hand grips the bloody knife.

I sit motionless, grabbing my knees
In the depth of a dark closet
I do not recognize.
My memory
Blank.

He is coming for me,
I know it.
And I sit,
patiently waiting,
replaying my life
in memories like chapters
as though through someone else's eyes.

Looking down I notice
Blood covers my shirt
each droplet rolls off my face,
and falls at my feet
the floor like an audible drum
again the overwhelming silence
inside the closet doors. 

In the distance I hear the metal sink
it's tap echoing droplets of water
against the gathering blood drops at my feet.
and the ticking of a distant clock.
tick, drip, tock, drip,
A pattern so rhythmic
the only way I keep time.
I have no idea how long I've been here.

I turn my head to get a better view
examining beyond my hiding place
through the crack of these slightly shut doors

With my peering eye focused,
I see him.
His eyes dart for me
searching for movement,
listening for my breath,
but I remain paralyzed in place
until finally
our eyes meet.

Suddently,
I awake.
In panic replaced by a wall of relief
from what I though
Was a nightmare.

But once again I look down
and I realize...
I am still covered in blood
in a dark closet under the stairs.

Big and Beautiful

Sesame goodness,
you're not called big for nothing,
glad you're not Small Mac

Sarah's Big Mac Haikus

Date Night

Dinner date tonight?

I love it when you spoil me,

So big mac and fries?

My Golden Arch Temptress

Greasy goodness drips,

Don't you dare tempt me like that,

I'm gonna eat you.

Vegans Are Dumb

Vegans are clueless,

Don't know what their missing out,

Ill never leave you.   

Fat For Everyday

Super-size it please

Today I feel like getting fat,

Fine, Tomorrow too..

"My favorite vice" - Haiku 5 - Week 7 (Theme: Big Mac)

"My favorite vice"

Big mac, you're my fave!
Indulgent and delicious
All great vices are!

Ali's Haiku-isms # 28

Big Mac Rules

Why fix what ain't broke?
Can't go wrong with a classic!
Big Mac, I'm lovin' you

The intruder

Alone at home
on a friday night,
I heard funny things
I thought it was a trick of my mind.

Noises were pretty strong
so I went under my bed,
Then the sound grew stronger
and I thought: this must be a theft!

The room got really quiet
and nothing happened for a bit.
Then I heard footsteps coming closer
and I started to freak.

Someone walked into the room
Oh my god, I am so fucked!
I will pee my pants, for sure
this is the end of me, I know.

I could see him under the bed
wondering through my room
he must be looking for money
and this was bad,cause I was broke!

He didn't find a thing
and he sat on my bed,
I was frozen underneath
and sweating like hell.

He was breathing loudly
he would find me, if i blinked
I can't help to hide my fear
I wet my pants, this was unreal.

In the distant, I heard sirens;
he stood up and run.
He left empty handed
and I felt asleep on the floor.

Tina's Haikus and Poems_Week 6

Week 6: Big Mac / Suspense poem

#1: What is She Talking About

    So big and juicy,

I can’t get enough of it

Now I’m in heaven!

#2: The Order

     A double decker

With all the works if that works

and a soda please!

#3: Labor Intensive Meal

     People in Chicago

Work for only 12 minutes

Enough work for Big Mac!

#4: I Need Company with My Big Mac

     I need company

Maybe some greasy french fries

Now that’s company.

#5:The Burger of all Burgers

     Holding the burger

The burger of all burgers

makes me smile all day

Poem 6: Scary But True

I’m about to fall into a deep snooze

it can happen after a night with booze.

The normal routine

dimming the lights, and my pup as a fiend

waiting for the command to join me for sleep.

My eyes open suddenly after laying in bed

Was this for real or was it in my head.

What was the noise that awoke me so suddenly

It couldn’t be the pup, that woke me up.

My eyes gazing in the dark looking for a reason

as to why the noise was so sharp.

Theres no one else in the house except me and Duke.

I begin to feel as though I need to puke.

Was it a ghost or could it have been a crack in the wood.

I was to scared to even feel good. 

Could this really be what I think it is, 

theres no other explanation. 

Except for a deceased women named Liz.

Angry belly

My angry belly,
asks for more food to survive.
She wants a Big Mac!

Little hand

Naughty little hand
was looking for mister BIG;
until she ate him!

Carnivore

No one can resist,
double layer of pure beef.
Carnivore mode on!

Last Night

It was dark, it was night.

I was lonely and afraid.

The rain pounded on the windows

and I a sad widow, 

was waiting for my dead wife.

Tic-toc, tic-toc went the clock.

The wind hauled against the walls.

And I sat there waiting.

In vain.

My veins, waiting as well.

A thunder strikes, 

I take a deep breath and cut.

But feet no pain.

I am about to see my dead wife again.

A knock on the door.

“Honey, I’m home.”

Big-Mac

Bun, beef, bun, beef, bun.

What burger could be so fun?

But the Big-Mac.

The Ingredients

Lettuce, cheese, pickles, 

onions and the special sauce.

Makes my tongue tickle.

Calories

Five hundred forty

calories that are tasty.

I eat it hastily.

At heart

Since the sixties it

ruled the world of fast-food snacks.

Giving heart attacks

Super

Double decked joy-ride.

A re-invention of the bun.

The super Big-Mac 

Tyler's Haiku's and Poem

Haiku’s:

The one - 

it’s at the big M
colossal and delicious
they call it big mac 

Help me - 

a hunger deep down
only one thing can suffice
give me the big mac

The new reign -

Burger King is dead
McDonalds is king now
all hail the big mac 

Get it -

kids dream about it  
and grown ups have to have it
now just go get it

My everything - 

what more could you want 
taste buds yearning for a glimpse
it is everything 

Poem: THE NOISE 

I open my eyes, a noise

alone i lay, sheets all a mess

it’s dark, 3 am

just hearing things I guess

it comes again

the noise

what is it

is my mind playing tricks,

but there it is again something is near

i refuse to acknowledge it,

but someone is here

should i hide, should I pray 

how can i know whats best

terror fills my chest

i move to the closet

floors creaking  

footsteps up the stairs

my arms stand up it’s hairs

i begin to tremble

my heart beats so fast 

each breath I take 

could it be my last

the doorway fills with darkness

every inch wrapped in fear

what does it want 

why is it near 

do i scream 

do i yell

is this it 

this is hell

closer it comes 

i can’t bear it

I try to move but i’m stuck 

completely out of luck

just before i see its face

everythings gone, I’m awake 

such a relief, 

a deep breath i take 

I look around 

it’s dark, 3 am 

did I just hear a sound

Just play along

In a calm and quiet park
across a rusty old barn

a group of kids just run around
chanting different melodies and sounds.

"don't run, don't hide, just play along the ride"

Like from another moment in time
they seem really old and sad

and without any remorse
they look at you with witty eyes.

"don't run, don't hide, just play along the ride"

Pale skin, fake smiles,
greasy hair and red eyes

they will just go around the chains
repeating different sounds.

"don't run, don't hide, just play along the ride,
If not Daddy will come with his tools
and everything will turn black."

By: Loipa Ramos

Poem # 6 - The Dance Floor of Death

She ran as far away as she could,
blood dripping from her dress

The club music pounded so loudly

Drowning her sounds of distress

Amidst the surrounding dancers,

She spotted her attacker approaching

Armed with a knife and a cold stare

She knew her death was impending

She cried for help from fellow patrons
But everyone was too drunk to care,

Some even asked her for a dance

Not noticing her cries of despair

Her breathing was heavy,

Her bleeding intensified.

The more her attacker drew closer,

The more she grew petrified.

She struggled to escape this nightmare,

This endless dark tunnel with no light

She made her way past the dance floor

But an exit seemed nowhere in sight

She made her way to the ladies’ bathroom

She tried to enter, but the door was locked

Quickly losing time and blood,
she madly screamed and knocked

A painful stab made its way to her back

And a hand subdued her piercing cry

“You had it coming, you cheating bitch,”

His soft voice cried, “You deserve to die!”

She fell to the ground, barely clinging to life

In her last few breaths, she looked at his face

Her eyes met his with fading recognition

The love they once shared is gone without a trace

There she laid, the poor dead girl.

A victim of a scorned heart lying on the floor.

As the night progressed, she was overlooked by most

as a passed out drunk sleeping by the bathroom door.

"My guilty pleasure" Haiku 4 - Week 7 (Theme: Big Mac)

"My guilty pleasure"
My guilty pleasure
To indulge in a Big Mac!
Oh how I crave you

Ali's Haiku-isms # 27

Big Mac Satisfies

Hunger consumes me
Craving a giant hunk of beef
Give me my Big Mac!!

It's After Me!

I run as fast as I can,
but not as fast as the boogie man

I hide and try not to make a sound,
but he knows exactly where I'm to be found.

My hearts pounds furiously, I scream in pain,
as he shoves he claws into my brain.

I can't think, I can't speak, why is this what I was destined?
A creature destroying me, as he rips out my intestines.

The only thing I crave is for him to let me die,
but he relishes the slowness, his fangs puncturing my eyes.

I had dreams, I had ambition, I was going to be a singer,
but that's all finished, I silently thought, as he bit off every finger

You can't imagine or comprehend, this pain beyond belief,
the mental and physical agony as he removes every one of my teeth

Before I'm finished, he steals a kiss full of blood and screams,
then he laughs and with a final beat, my heart stops and I decease.

Recess!

There's three times the bun,
which equals three times the fun,
a burger playground.

A complete meal

A double bun with
double layers of meat fun
big fries and a Coke.

By: Loipa Ramos

Royalty... in a bun

The secret burger

in the kingdom of burgers.

You are a true king.

By: Loipa Ramos

Big and Mac-y

No sandwich compares,
your tastiness is dangerous,
so big and mac-y.

What's a Big Mac?

Three patties and buns,
lettuce, and delicious sauce,
perfect recipe.

Ali's Haiku-isms # 26

Order up!

I'd like a Big Mac
With a side order of fries
And yes, a Coke please

"Big Mac Haters" - Haiku 3 - Week 7 (Theme: Big Mac)

"Big Mac Haters"

I hate the haters
They say greasy, they say fat
I don't give a f*ck.

The big blabber

You say you're King
Then where is your burger crown?
BK leave it to Big Mac.

By: Loipa Ramos

Secret addiction

Ohhh great magic sauce,

come to me in a Big Mac.

I am your addict!

By: Loipa Ramos

"Don't trust the haters" Haiku 2 - Week 7 (Theme: Big Mac)

"Don't trust the haters"

Don't trust the haters
I say they have no taste buds
Big Macs are heaven!

"I don't listen" - Haiku 1 - Week 7 (Theme: Big Mac)

"I don't listen"

Health nuts say you're bad,
What do they know? They eat grass!
Big Mac, I love you.

Ali's Haiku-isms # 25

Coke & Mac Go Together

Nothing like a Coke
With a delicious Big Mac
To wash each bit down

Bring the BIG

Mouth watering taste,
clouding my thoughts and senses.
Time to bring BIG in!

Hunger Mode

Small is not enough
when the hunger mode is on.
Big Mac, here I go!

Ali's Haiku-isms # 24

A Date at Mickey D's

A tasty Big Mac
Fulfills me like no other snack
Thank you McDonald's

The Secret Formula

Mysterious sauce,
mouthwateringly tasty,
tell me your secret

Sarah's Haiku 11-7-12

Clogged Arteries

You're so very wrong 

But God does it feel so right,

Savory coronary. 

Tina's Haikus and Poems

Week 3: Romance/Love

#1: Must Be Breaming

  The Duke sleeps sweetly.

           Upside down and barking loud.

                He must be dreaming.

#2: Tell your story

   A book with pages.

         Lines that begin to repeat.,

             to tell a story. 

#3: Embrace Your Love

    Love makes me happy.

    It is a special feeling.

      So embrace your love.

#4: Romanticism

    Romanticism

One word that explains it all.

Ultimate kind of love.

#5: Beautiful Moment

   Candle lit dinners

Petals from a red red rose

Beautiful moment.

Poem 3: Romance

Romance is the key for any relationship to survive,

When its present it reaches your heart and makes you feel alive.

It is just saying I love you every morning,

Even when you two are old and boring.

It is listening and laughing, 

and remembering good times,

it can be reading with each other and hearing the wind chimes.

Now kiss each other everyday and that’s all I have to say.

Week 4: Chapstick brand/ Romance

#1: Classic Brand

    An original,

classic brand that moisturize 

the lips for comfort.

#2: Dry

    Constantly pouting.

My lips are extremely dry.

I need Chapstick now.

#3: Classic 

    Helps prevent sunburns

Because this one has SPF.

    Classic and better.

#4: I Will Need More

  I can’t stop rubbing.

My lips are so slippery.

But I will need more.

#5: Chapstick

   The shape of Chapstick

So identifiable.

My only choice ever.

Poem 4: Medieval Chivalry

Originally from medieval chivalry,

but why has it not stuck to thee or those that should be.

Like males who should court thy ladies

instead of listening to his immature mates. 

Romance can complete and restore 

that of chivalry dyeing before us

All you have to do is no fight and no fuss.

Week 5: Coke Brand / Children’s poem

#1: Burst of Flavor

    A burst of flavor

all trickling down your throat.

    Nothing like a Coke.

#2: Always # 1

     A global leader

in soft drinks around the world

      Always number one.

#3: About Me

       Strong on the outside

  and fuzzy on the inside

Red, white all over.

#4: Fuel Source

    A powerful fuel

For most who really enjoy

    Coke keeps me alive.

#5: We Offer

    Coca- Cola Co.

Offers many different drinks

    Juices to soft drinks

Poem 5: Horse Play

Children love to horse play

whether it be painting on the walls or throwing tough clay.

Can we ever get them to drop this foolish behavior

or will this be until theres a savior, 

Who will make them realize that its time to grow up

and stop spilling their cup.

No more running around the house 

or leaving your clothes on the ground.

No more horse play all around.

Tyler's Haiku's and Poem

Haiku’s:

A love story - 

Sparkling and crisp 

always the burn that gets me 

coke I love you now

One more - 

Just dark, cool and sweet 

flowing over ice, so nice

another I must

Lust - 

Pop the top, I lust

cold you are, i hold you close

so sweet, so tasty

Around the world - 

You live everywhere 

In small towns and big cities

you live down the hall

Addictive - 

Maybe tall or small

covered in red and silver

very addictive 

Poem:

Dream - 

It brings a world to life

makes it rich and alive

anything is possible here

every night I arrive 

each time different from the last

sometimes long 

sometimes not quick enough

I miss you in the day

I run to you at night

who will I be

where will I go 

I love my time with you 

I love you, my dream

Best on Earth

With a lot of ice
Coca Cola in a glass
is sweet paradise.

By: Loipa Ramos

"Everlasting Love" Haiku 5 - Week 6 (Theme: Coke)

"Everlasting Love"

A Coke is a kiss
A rose on a rainy day
Everlasting love.

Sarah's Children's Poem

Just Leave Me Alone!

I don’t like kisses,

I don’t like hugs,

I wish the girl in the playground,

Would just hide under a rug!

She chases me around,

Through the monkey bars,

Then to the sandbox.

And when I turn my back,

She’ll hide in the trees,

Waiting for me,

And when I’m not looking,

She jumps down and kisses me!

So yesterday I pushed her to the ground

And I cried out loud

“I don’t like kisses, I don't like hugs!”

“Leave me alone I don’t want you around!”

Today I didn’t see her,

She was nowhere to be found.

Then I saw her chasing another boy.

And I started to frown.

I don’t like kisses, 

I don't like hugs,

And I don’t like her,

But I miss the being chased all over the playground. 

It is kind of strange,

When I grow up will it be this way?