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Of Cookies... and smiling

It’s not the way that
the cookie crumbles that matters….
Nor more important is where
the cookie crumbs scatters

It’s inevitable that
the cookie will shatter
It’s an immutable fact
So what does it matter?

No…Its not the way that
Your cookie crumbles that matters
And only a little more so
Of where the cookie crumbs scatter

What’s most important about cookies…
A fact that is so simple and sublime
Is that the people who get their cookies……often
Seem to Go about smiling… most of the time

poem by David Whalen
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Cookie Jar

Jesus" & "Baby" sample in BG throughout}
Another life goes 2 the winner
Another soul goes 2 the dream
Another hell goes 2 the sinner
Don't give up no matter how tough it seems
Come and dig the power of somethin' above ya
It was there all along cuz it was made 2 love ya
It gave your flowers rain
Even though U won't play His game
U push it away but still it's pullin' 4 ya (I don't know)
CHORUS:
I don't know what He'll do witcha when He getcha
Put U in His cookie jar, save U 4 a rainy day
I don't know what He'll do witcha when He getcha
Put U in His cookie jar, save U 4 a rainy day
He might need U on the Eve Of Destruction
2 co-sign His order on that Judgment Day
Shout His name from the highest hill
The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill
Every purple mutha need 2 look His way

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song performed by Prince
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Lookie, Lookie

Lookie, lookie, here comes Cookie
walking down the street.
The boys are all aflutter
when their eyes do meet.

She can strut and she can sway,
making them all stare.
But Cookie just keeps walking
as if they were not there.

Lookie, lookie, there goes Cookie
passing them all by.
She's not aware of how she looks
and here's the reason why.

Cookie's life is hard at home.
She doesn't trust a guy.
Her father left when she was five
and she never found out why?

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poem by Edwina Reizer
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Toeing To Toe

Did you leave your cookie cutter,
Near that boiling pot?
And it got too hot,
To get your cookies baked to taste.

Did you leave your cookie cutter,
Near that boiling pot?
Now you think you should stop...
Concentrating on your need,
For sweets.

But if you wanna,
You can still whip up...
A cool mint 'coolah-tah'.
Or have some green tea with me.
I'm having crackers and cheese.

And if you wanna,
You can still whip up...
That cool mint 'coolah-tah'.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Peanut-Butter Cookie 2

-How old was he?
-About my age.
-Tell me about him, again.
-There's not much to tell. I was standing on the curb. I didn't see him coming. Suddenly, there he was. I found myself looking into his eyes. They were gray, I think.
-And?
-He stopped. He opened the paper bag he was carrying and held it out. Obviously, I was supposed to help myself. The bag was jaded and looked like it had seen alot of action, that particular morning.
-The cookies!
-Yep, the cookies. It wouldn't be nice to refuse. In those days, people still worried about such things.
-Courtesy is the most efficient form of coercion. Everybody wins.
-Be that as it may, I reached into the bag and took out-surprise-a peanut-butter cookie. I knew it was a peanut-butter cookie. It was sandy blond and had hatch marks from a fork on top.
-So you ate the cookie?
-Unh-unh.His hands were filthy, the little urchin, my doppelganger. But I waved the cookie around as if I was delighted to have it, and wanted, at that moment, nothing more. It seemed the nice thing.
-So what happened to him?
-How should I know? Suddenly he was gone.
Awful! Is consciousness just circular memory? Is reality?
-Gone. He moved on. Rejoined the parade.
-But he wormed his way into your menagerie of long-term memories-
-I guess.
-It's sad, you know.
-Why do you say that?

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poem by Morgan Michaels
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Afternoon Musings

who first took the cookie from the cookie jar?

who me?
yes you
not i
then who?

(for the grown-up
insomniacs
try the song

and change cookie
to love

it works)

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cookie Crumbs

Cookies will save the world.
Cookies have saved the world.

Thirteen of them landed on the moon
They called them the Apollo 13 of cookies

Chocolate Chip built the pyramids
And Macadamia painted the Sistine Chapel

The Nile runs with milk
Because the sun is an Oreo
And the sun is the Nile's favorite
Favorite cookie

Superman defeated no one
Super Sugar Cookie did all that

Double Chocolate Jackie Robinson
Was the first Afro-American to play baseball in the majors

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poem by Tsunami HiroshiSu
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Comforting Place

You rush downstairs to the kitchen with excitement as the heart felt aroma of chocolate chip cookies seeps through every room in your house.
So enamored and filled with relief that your anguishing wait is over, you cannot help but notice each cookie's golden brown, wrinkled crust glistening as steam whisps seductively around your nose drawing you near, as if in a trance. While rich chocolate oasises seep delicately into each cookie.
And when they are finally cool enough to eat, you push and grab for the biggest chip, filled cookie on the rack and bite eagerly into the crust, but savoring every flavor.
The texture, so soft and moist, melts like ice in a bowl luke warm water. But, as the last piece slips down your throat, the after taste is so overwhelming that you yearn for another, and another and another until you are satisfied.
But then you comforting place is shattered, like a mirror to a hardwood floor, as your mother walks in to an empty cooling rack and a nervous child afraid of what her mother will say, with chocolate smears resting in the corners of ther mouth and the tips of her fingers.

By: Cece
Age: 14

(This was orginally an imagery activity for my honors english class. Our assignment was to write about our individual comforting place and... mine was chocolate chip cookies! So, I hope you liked it. But I don't know about you but, I'm hungry!)

poem by Cece Cook
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Hookey Rookie

You can teach me...
Like I never ever had been taught in time before.

Said you can teach me...
Like I never ever had been taught in time before.
'Cause before I met you, baby...
I played hookey!

You can teach me...
Like I never ever had been taught in time before.

Said you can teach me...
Like I never ever had been taught in time before.
'Cause before I met you, baby...
I played hookey!

I asked myself if that did...benefit?
What I did.
And who was with me.
Nothing that was done then was a fit.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chocolate Chip Cookie

Like a chocolate chip cookie
I can't keep my hands off you
The moment I see or smell you
I long to have you in my hands and mouth...
You're soft to the touch, and taste so sweet
easy to digest, you make me weak
I try to resist you, but know that I can't
I long to have you..My Chocolate Chip Cookie
In the palm of my hand

poem by Velma Veleau Ridley
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