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Details | Couplet | |

A Bag of Popcorn

They ask me why I’m so happy
Asking me, if I just won a prize
I replied, well I reckon I did
Today is a wonderful surprise

When you have a past like mine
My today is always bright
There is no better feeling on earth
Than the joy of doing right

I may be an old man on a cane
My heart is skipping along
I learned to embrace the meaning
Life is a beautiful song

True life has its ups and downs
There’ll be forks in the road
With a smile I’ll stop for a while
Help you with your load

I had me a bag of popcorn today
It tasted exceptionally good
In fact, I will go as far as to say
Better then it probably should

For years, I had a guard in the pen
Popped him a bag each night
Then he would simply throw it away
His twisted little delight

He knew, it was those little things
Ate at our heart and soul
Movie with the wife Friday night
Popcorn in the bowl

I had a bag of popcorn today
Wife sitting at my side
I had a smile, which lasted awhile
One I could not hide

They ask me why I’m so happy
Asking me, if I won a prize
I replied, I reckon I did
Today is a wonderful surprise


For some reason today I was thinking about C.O. Talbert and
how he would pop a bag of popcorn even though he didn't eat
popcorn. He did it just because he knew it would make everyone
want some. I always felt sorry for him. His life must have been
very disappointing. The moral here: when you learn to appreciate
the little things in life your popcorn will taste a whole lot better. 



Details | Sestina | |

MIRACLE AT DAWN

No mother would fill up her eyes with tears of woman...
if it weren't for God performing a miracle at dawn,
as she cried out in joy and held her baby in trembling arms
but shed many sweet tears hearing his laughter so loud;
oh, he couldn't see her mommy's face through his tiny eyes,
and it will be long before he'll will utter the first word, " Mom." 

Now that baby sleeps under the attentive look of his mom,
who's too young to become a mature woman;
many visions of this birth crossed her gleeful eyes
she dreamed of the very same words whispered at each dawn,
repeating them in her silly head as if they sounded too loud...
while cradling a pretty doll in her folded arms.

Will she be welcomed home by her parents opening their arms?
Will they reprimand her and not consider her a legal mom?
Perhaps they will not be angry and speak not so loud:
girls are supposed to be girls, not suddenly turn into woman...
So this innocent girl, deceived by a bad boy, must wake up at dawn
when her baby cries and feed him with scary, childish eyes?

Nights seem longer for her, trying to stay awake rubbing her eyes,
what she beheld in those exciting eyes, now it's a burden in her weary arms;
she remembers that pain was too unbearable, but joy more sublime at dawn...
how will she learn how to care for the infant by watching her mom?
She must have seen a nursery or read a book how to think like a real woman,
and can anyone imagine how she keeps that secret instead of revealing it loud?

She must gather enough courage inside to feed her baby who can't cry loud,
but for now she must carry that baby without sighs of distress into her bright eyes;
and her parents can see the changes making her a loving person already woman;
they may ask questions to why she has gained weight and holds dolls in her arms...
no, they aren't anticipating great news and in doubt, they await a splendid dawn.

Mother and daughter closely together amazed by the coming dawn,
any concealed secret can be easily spoken...somewhat joyful and loud;
they imagine the infant's futures will be part of grandma and mom!
Their reunited hearts come together to show love in their delighted eyes,
and they'll take turns feeding the new-born, tenderly lulling him in their arms;
what if forgiveness hadn't been there to deny her all of the joys of woman?

Would a mother deny her daughter compassion as a good woman?
Even God hurried dawn to offer that gift into her gracious, tender arms...
and those arms accepted it with the gentleness and kindness of mom.




Details | Bio | |

All about Dan

So you want to get to know me,ok well here goes It's already in my poetry,but I may have left something out who knows? For the last twenty years I've been wearing Nike shoes,hightops that are black They're alot easier to clean then white ones I must say,that is a definite fact My friends all seem to like me and I greet them all with a big smile I've met alot of them through a life of partying,but now thats been over for a while My favorite book is the bible,because whenever I read it I learn something new My favorite movie I couldn't really tell you,since I have seen oh quite a few My favorite song is from Tim Mcgraw,it's"Live Like You Were Dying" In a funny kind of way it refreshes my soul,and I usually end up crying Favorite singer I don't really have one,so I guess it would have to be myself Because I just love it when I sing all the words and don't need anyones help My hair is a dirty blond thats straight,short and very fine It doesn't have a single curl and I know it's all still mine My favorite shampoo is Pert it leaves my hair so silky smooth With the fine and thining hair that I have,it's the one I prefer to use My favorite food is pizza,but fresh baked bread is my favorite smell If I had a food I'd eat everyday that is the one that would put me through hell I have everything I need,with only a few things that I dislike The only thing I want or really need is the love of my loving wife
Dan Kearley:5-25-12 Contest:All About ____???


Details | Free verse | |

MY RICE FIELD



rice fields look the same except for this one; this one who knew me before i was born… and lying on her fertile belly, she remembers how the moon would lift its anklets to flutter in light ballet steps, tossing our mist of evening’s bamboo for drops of rain to moisten skin of gentle beasts. * * through incantations for creatures gathering in a bonfire of twitters and jousts, a carousel of birds wheels in a rhapsody, then takes flight along hems of air whisking tiny lanterns near the shore, while eggs of rivers crawl on amber clay: how beautiful can she be! her crown heady, full of starlit winds that which closes and bares ever daringly… i must have twirled with her on a cradle of blushing petals swirling oh so feathery, as if in a womb of constellations only she can dare name and bequeath grained glory * * i wake up for some reason: dusted flakes on my eyes collect this one spectacle of tryst with my rice field where i have become different, as my head ceased throbbing in sweet surrender, perhaps, claiming the very floor of my navel in ripened harvest. *thanks to Franco Gonza for this collaborative work... Jared Picket's Collaboration Contest nette onclaud and Franco Gonza


Details | Light Poetry | |

Bordeaux Kiss

I set the table, place for one
Pour the wine, cork undone
Filet mignon, to perfection done
Topped with greens, and a sauce of rum

The evening sets, as it always had
A gourmet meal, aint so bad
I make a toast to the other side
As silence waits, I must abide

As I hold my glass
Of Bordeaux wine
I dare to wish but for one more thing
In darkened silence, the phone to ring

Soufflé simply will not do
There is no sweet without you
The perfect meal evades me still
The evening fades into a chill

Sleep evades my dreamy mind
And in the haze of wishful thoughts
Dinner was served
With a Kiss


Details | Senryu | |

Ripe Mango

your presence is:
sweeter than a ripe mango
filling to the soul

© Joseph, 6/11/08
© All Rights Reserved


Details | Lyric | |

If History Was Food

< Plato liked his full
Ceaser liked his salad
And Molotov had a burning desire for cocktails
And of cause Wellington was upper crust
But who do you think had to pay for all this
Monet of cause
But the face of Helen of Troy looked as if she had
MUNCHED A THOUSAND CHIPS >
-----------------------------------------------------


Details | Free verse | |

To Weak To Cry

When I think of the plight that children face all over the world
I just want to cry
Hunger starts and ends their everyday
As many of us continue to waste away
The scraps that we toss could save a child’s life
I’ll tell you the human race is nothing nice
We have no problem spending trillions on war
As children starve to death outside a millionaires store
They put locks on the dumpsters to keep them out
To greedy to give what they are throwing out
I watched a show just the other day
That showed Children just wasting away
Right there in their mothers arms
As I ate my giant bowl of lucky charms
Pirates raiding off the Somalia Coast
Because their children’s eyes are hollow as a ghost
If my Children were starving these words are true
Captain Hook wouldn’t hold a light to you know who
I think in the overhaul scheme of wrong and right
Mankind in general has lost all sight
Could you imagine kissing your child’s last breath?
The rich get richer as they starve to death
So as you all tuck your kids into bed tonight
Kids all over the world will lose their fight
They will simply lie down and die
To hungry to fight to weak to cry


Shelters that feed the Hungry are in every
town, when was the last time that you gave
something. No person is any greater than the
depth of their compassion. To give is to receive
for there is no greater blessing in this life. Keep
what you need and give the rest and the Lord will
make sure you never run out. God Bless, MJ
Written for Sami's contest


Details | Couplet | |

Eagles {Birds of prey}

I am the predator you watch up in the sky
Blessed by the Lord with the keenest of eyes
I nest in the canyons high up on the walls
Keeping my babies safe from it all
When my babies grow hungry and it's time to feed
I rely on my senses to provide what they need
As I take to the sky it's so clear to see
You think of freedom while looking at me
Protected from hunters I've no need to hide
As upon the currents I gracefully glide
As I circle the sky throughout the day
I scour the ground searching for prey
When prey is spotted I go into my dive
Know that speed and accuracy are how I survive
You duck and you dodge for no use at all
With you held in my talons I fly back up the wall
Back to the nest to the fruit of my seed
For you are the food my babies need
Then back to the sky where I notice under a tree
One peaceful poet is writing of me


Details | Free verse | |

Any Ideas?

Well what should I write about tonight?

Should I write about what I did today?
Should I write about my shoelaces?
Should I write about doing laundry?
Or Should I write about what I'd like for breakfast tomorrow?

Maybe I should ramble about how the school day went.
Maybe I should complain about my room being dirty.
Maybe I should name off the food in my kitchen.
Or Maybe I should just talk about my hair.

I wanna talk about what I'm learning on guitar.
I wanna speak out about my inner issues.
I wanna yell a crazy rant.
I just wanna blow off some steam.

I wish I could take a bath with a girl right now.
I wish I would've finished my homework.
I wish I could shoot ice from my finger tips
I just wish I had some soda to quench my thirst.

There are so many things I could say right now!
But I just can't seem to decide.
I'd probably get some pretty weird looks
If I told you what's all bottled up inside.

I'm everywhere and nowhere in my head
Ideas and thoughts bouncing left and right.
Too bad I can't seem to think of anything.
I was really wanting to get some feelings out tonight.

Do I need to shave in the morning?
Should I go to the music store after school?
Why didn't I grab matching socks?
What does the weekend have in store?

I wish I had something to write about.
Any Ideas?

Eh, I'll think of something tomorrow night.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Egg-stravaganza Of Emotions

Your love scrambled my heart as if it were a three egg omelet
  
 Breaking the shell of my soul till it crumbled 
  
 I am trying so hard just to forget 
 
 My inner self tumbled, bumbled 
 
 I felt shuffled 
  
 I feel ruffled 
  
 I would rather baste than forget 
  
 Or fry if our times you regret 
  
 My love muffled 
 
 My emotions coupled 
  
 Left with no appeal 
  
 Spending time, letting my soul heal 


Details | I do not know? | |

That`s Just The Way It Is

Love is like sugary foods:
some people don`t need it at all!


Details | ABC | |

OF A VIRGIN GOD

Partly clad
full moon
was taking a bath on hills.
Trees were waiting
for the curtains to rise.

Scented stars would make
giant scars on the clouds,
I would make peace with the sky.
Lids of human greed were laden
with golden dust, I was hoisting the skull.

Of a virgin god who did not
want to live for the blotched up creation.
The decline was obvious. Truth 
had refused to climb
on the sky-blue, salted peaks of springs.

Body had arrived,
mourners quietly wailing.
Gouged eyes could not decipher
the script on the halved pyramid.
Sun was sucking the clay.


 
SATISH VERMA


Details | Haiku | |

Of Autumn Rush

          During Autumn Rush,
Squirrels chase scraps of acorns-
                    On trails to winter.


Details | Free verse | |

Love, Yes Love

Never much money did my grandpa have,
but love, yes love, was all around,
his weathered skin, and calloused hands,
showed the world, he was a hardworking man.
With a tired old mule, he plowed his fields,
planting his crops, so all could have meals.
No Food Stamps way back then,
just neighbor helping neighbor, time, and again.
All the children had chores to do,
before the rooster crowed, before they left for 
school.
Five little children, their hair so white,
walking down a dirt road, imagine the sight.
.


Details | Free verse | |

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  Ripe Food for Thought Tomatoes
And Onions, That Will Make You Cry
Artichokes and Lemons that Squeeze – ‘til You Die
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Details | Rhyme | |

Living The Dream

Down in Haiti
Far from the dream
Way on back 
From the vacation scene

Lives the people
Trapped in a life
Poverty, sadness
Toil and strife

Children weeping
From worm infested,
Swollen, malnourished
Starving little bellies

What would Golden 
Flower think of today
The country she loved
Destroyed in such a way


(Missionary from Haiti came to visit our church yesterday.  With his visit and 
talk, I see solutions to problems in an instant.  Something to treat the water 
before the people use it, reforestation, wells in places that need them, and 
proper out door facilities for areas that don't have them.  Money, work, and 
time is needed to carry these projects out .)


Details | I do not know? | |

Will Work For Food

I told my kids we'd see it, this movie, they couldn't wait.
We finally saved the money so we started on our 'date'.

They were so very happy to be on there way to see
this show that they'd been saving for even more than me.

Standing by the corner, he came into our view.
He looked so very helpless that I knew what we should do.

I tried to just look past him, to keep my spirits bright.
But, then I looked in the rearview mirror and knew what would be right.

The kids were looking also, they got quiet and so still.
My son's eyes looked so heavy as they simply began to fill.

He said 'Who needs a movie? There's good stuff on t.v.'
That's when I knew my kids would feel the pain of other's just like me.

As we gave this man the money, he looked me in the eye.
He blessed us all and watched us leave without saying goodbye.

His blessing was well worth it, I felt it in my soul.
I saw my kids' compassion shine and I've never felt so whole. 


Details | Free verse | |

Head Chef

The special today,
is Tom's Stew,
more than enough,
for all of you.
Homemade bread,
with garlic, and chives,
real butter without calories,
dripping from the sides.
Strawberry Shortcake,
heaping with cream,
fresh from scratch,
right out of a dream.
Eat all you want,
get happy, and stuffed,
take some with you,
he insist you have enough.
Open all night,
his lights always on,
place your orders,
before it is all gone.


Details | I do not know? | |

Strawberry love

I am looking blindly into the fridge
Searching and savouring the chilled air, I reach in
Take hold of a strawberry and hand it to you.
Its body, fresh and pure can relax in your palm.
You are the keeper of my heart.

Its many eyes, black seeds that rest around
The waist, sleep in cycles, stare out into the darkness.
It remains on your flesh, Merges like a collage with the twists and bends.
As time passes, its chill dwindles. Harsh heat invades the creases.
Its natural form bleeds away in a sticky juice.


Details | Rhyme | |

RIVERS

Rivers of life--that's what they are,
They cross our land from near and far,
Helping boats with food go up and down,
Bringing commerce and products to all the land.

Rivers flow-some slow, some fast-
They have brought many inventions from our past,
Fulton's steamboat, the first to be seen--
Started on a river flowing out to the sea.

Now, nuclear energy drives the great ships,
Out on the seas-everyone thinks this is so hip!
But boaters and fishermen still need the rivers,
So as we can see, rivers are still great givers.

Rivers of life-that's what they are-
Carrying trout, bass and other fish near and far,
I love to watch those currents so strong,
Sweeping its loads all night long.


Details | Rhyme | |

"FOODS WE ALL LOVE TO EAT!!!"

Foods we all love to eat
Pastas,starches,and meat
And don't forget about something sweet
Pineapple,chocolate,and cocoa nut cakes
Some of our favorites that Mom bakes
Apple pie, peach cobbler, and sweet potatoe pies a few other she makes
Especially on a holiday
But we wish she'll do this everyday
Home made macaroni and cheese
That's made to please
Corn bread, buttermilk biscuits made with ease
Chicken and dumpling with gravy
This just drives me crazy
Chicken can be fried,barbequed,baked or stewed
Drinks like kool-aid,tea,sodas, and coffee freshly brewed
Lasagna,potatoes,noodles,and rice
We just have to take a dip or slice
Porkchops,steaks,ribs,hotdogs,hamburgers,or fish
Are great with just any dish
Peanut butter,cookies,and chips
Vegetables,soups,beans,and dips
Rabbits,squirrels,raccoons,and deer meat too
When prepared right they'll do


Details | Couplet | |

Living the Dream

My nightmare is so tangible...so vividly I dream,
The dream, it feels so true to me...reality it seems.

Exhaust and smoke are all I breathe...the air is full of smog...
The job I do is thankless toil, but I work it like a dog.

There's mercury in the fish I eat...there're toxins in my food...
And drugs, they are a constant scourge...myriads for every mood.

Bipolar is my government...a house divided 'tis...
And corporations drive both sides...in the pockets of "Big Biz".

The icecaps, they are melting...the sea is rising, too.
Pandas, condors, polar bears -- empty cages at the zoo.

My money ne'er seems quite enough...I'm always out of cash...
My freedom fled when I wed my bride...(live I under the lash).

"Entertainment"? Reality TV...maybe some vampire shows...
Or idjits becoming household names for being beachfront "ho's".

People clamor "climate change" from the seats of S.U.V.'s,
And bitter news on the honey front...what's killing all the bees?

Politicians spending more...we go deeper in the red.
Opinions dressed as "news" abound...is journalism dead?

Cell phones are ubiquitous...conversation's endangered now...
And "Kardashians" are famous girls..but who knows why or how?

How strange my twisted psyche is t'make real what must be fake...
Now'f only I could find some way to get myself to wake.


Written on November 27th, 2012
By Daniel Beus (Rebel Sun)


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Family Grief Family Happiness

  
   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
        
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
          
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
         
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
        
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
        
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    
                       
              


Details | Acrostic | |

Cookies

Cookies are addictive!
OoOoH! Here's one to snatch!
Okay...where's the chocolate chips?
Kraving too many of these treats
I want some now! But...I might get beeefy...
Every bite is mouthwatering, soft and crisp
Should I take another cookie?


Details | Tanka | |

Poetry Shared

Ocean draws me love
Come, come relax as waves tap
Toes, pelicans, gulls

Fun floating face down
Snorkel, mask, strange ocean clown
Below fish dart, chase
Look for love, food, fun, frolic
Similiar needs_fish~humans

Love, food, fun, frolic,friendship
Fish congregate in close schools
Human congregate in needs
Needs as poetry shared



Contest:"Fun & Frolic"
Sponsor:Linda-Marie
Written by: Sara Kendrick


Details | Light Poetry | |

I'm Thristy

Clouds burst
   Crops thirst


Details | Imagism | |

PIZZA - LISTING MAKES - A ROBUST TREAT

                   Thin, thick or double crust...Tell me what you lust. 
 Variant  flavors, eye-wheel hush. Tickling your  tastebuds to blush..Ham, vegy,
     pepperoni, it has.. Cheesy or saucy, it is just. Each piece, one great blast 
        Oven-fresh a delicious trust! Mouth and nose will combust! Allured to
          pizza's smokey gust. Merrily! I'll eat two or three. Especially when
               given for free. Though sometimes, I crave whole. For each
                   savory part a full! One or two takes, isn't a big ache.
                       Healthy body will not be at stake.For you can
                          choose each flake. Combine it with fresh 
                                juicy shake. If you got much, do 
                                  some quakes. So fats and
                                      big bellies will break.  
                                         All these makes
                                             pizza one 
                                               robust 
                                                treat

                        _________________________________
                                        (c) Olive Eloisa
                                              4:54pm
                                    revised: May 05, 2014

NOTE: VEGY i shortened the word vegetable :D


Details | Haiku | |

Ode to the farmer (#2)

Ode to the farmer
We depend on your livestock
We're very grateful


Details | Concrete | |

In Silence Eat Chocolate Cake

Lonely and in silence I eat chocolate cake When I arise my dessert walks behind in ripple shake
Sponsor: Black Eyed Susan Contest: 1 rhyming couplet or 1 rhyming triplet


Details | Free verse | |

TIM HORTONS: A CANADIAN THING

As Canadian as hockey,
Beer or maple syrup and 
More than a donut shop,
A deli or a café, 
Tim Horton’s is
A commons.

Where tired people
Slide into seats
Then loudly sigh.
The vinyl is still
Warm, thanks to 
The last customer.

Some chat or
Argue about the weather.

Two meet, a first date,
Eyeball a couple having a spat
Across the restaurant,
Then nervously eat soup,
Over crumble their crackers,
Choose to say nothing.

A student works on her thesis,
Her laptop perched on the
Small table beside a 
Forgotten bagel. 

A man, about eighty,
Flirts with a younger woman
In her seventies.

Others read newspapers,
Circle want ads,
Read obits out loud,
Share comics.

We gather here
Before church and
After funerals,
During rain squalls
And snowstorms.

It’s open
24 hours a day,
7 days a week.

I once saw a groom
Snazzy in his tux
Stop for a double-double.

You can easily find one.
I counted four
In a five minute drive,
Some are within
Walking distance to 
Each other.

They are in hospitals.

A woman, empty-eyed
Faces a black 2 a.m. window.
That paper cup she’s holding
Is filled with tea and shock
Both grow cold 
In her even colder hand
While in the seat
Across from her
A new dad beams
As he gobbles
Tim Bits.

Canadian soldiers
In Kandahar cheered
When Tim Hortons
Set up shop on 
Their base.

For them,
For us,
It is the taste
Of home.

We LIVE
Here.


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Ice Cream, You Scream, We All Scream for Ice Cream


Out in the sun ice cream runs down someone’s sad face Fun will begin once again, when the chin is clean, A few more dimes just in time, will buy nine more cones! Ice cream for all as we sprawl, in the shawl of shade ...................................................................................................................................... In honor of Dr. Ram Mehta's Contest: "Than-Bauk"


Details | Rhyme | |

I Watch My Figure, Getting Bigger

Every morning is the same,
Standing staring at my frame,
Looks no different from last night,
Flab is still winning the fight,

Scales hate me, sure they lie,
I only ate a small stir-fry,
Willpower waning every day,
Diet falls into disarray,

The healthier I make my meals,
The emptier my tummy feels,
Salad and a few small snacks,
Hot chocolate to help me relax,

For every hour I ride my bike
My body goes on hunger strike,
But when I'm home and my legs ache,
I comfort eat with chocolate cake,

One week on, the scales astound,
I've finally lost another pound!
Although I'm watching what I eat,
I'm sure that that deserves a treat.


Details | Diamante | |

Desiring True Light

                   Light
	Inspirational, Sacred
      Flying, Soaring, Undying
 Wanting, Trusting, Desiring, Faith
    Ascertain, Determine, Learn
	Wretched, Suffering
	           Climb


Details | Villanelle | |

We are not as poor as some people say

We are not as poor as some people say

Our land is our source of food and our home
We work on our land almost every day
Selling coffee beans is our main income

In remote lands, where tourists find welcome
An old aid post is sixty miles away
Our land is our source of food and our home

Since there are no roads to town from our home
We carry coffee bags most of the way
Selling coffee beans is our main income

We don’t just wait for services to come
While struggling to survive another day
Our land is our source of food and our home

Enjoy some coffee when your tour is done
That cup or two of brew gives our days pay
Selling coffee beans is our main income

We own our land and work it, unlike some
We are not as poor as some people say
Our land is our source of food and our home
Selling coffee beans is our main income.


*Life in a developing country has many challenges. One of these is getting the right kind of development!


Details | Burlesque | |

Rice and Beans

I do not want to eat rice and beans any more
I want a new meal
I'm ready to throw this pot out the door
I'm sure I've  had my fill
Rice and beans is my poor folks food
You know when you barely have money
After four days it taste like it's already been chewed
But you smile and eat it like it's sweet honey
I wish I had a grilled burger smothered in cheese with fries on the side
Or a roasted turkey with cornbread stuffing and a side of apple pie
But instead I dread I have rice and beans to keep me fed
through the week
Black beans, red beans, pinto beans I will cook until my house starts to reek!
No more beans! No more rice! 
I need more money to buy something nice
One day I will have my steak and potatoes and my mac and cheese
But until then, no more rice and beans please!


Details | Imagism | |

CHOCOLATE FANATIC

white & black these are some of its color..
square, sphere, heart shape and more..
bitter, sweet and bittersweet..
with nuts, almonds and mallows..
local up to a patisserie made..
they are all a delight..
I love it when i put in my mouth..
slowly and slowly it will melt..
noting and savoring it's taste..
it's said an anti-oxidant
Also an aphrodisiac..
Rich in Calcium and minerals..
Releases happy hormones called endorphins..
I am a certified lover of chocolates..

by: olive_eloi
10:12pm
04/11/2013


Details | Haiku | |

Make Healthy Choices

live as if you plan
to be an organ donor--
make healthy choices


Details | I do not know? | |

Caribbean Salad

Lettuce mixed with coconut
Sliced grapes and oil nuts
Specialty tuna from sea
This is just for me
Nice glass of rum punch
Watch out man— 
Done!


Details | I do not know? | |

A Material Christmas

It's Christmas! Christmas!
That time of year
When people are filled...
With holiday cheer?

Yeah right. . .
I really do wish it were true
But people are people
Through and through

It's not about happiness anymore
Or in respect to what matters.
In reality it concerns what you get
And the food that is piled on the platters.

What has happened to the world of today?
Where is the 'loving and giving...'?
Now it is all just me, me, me.
Is this a nightmare? Or are we actually living.  

Yep we might have a lot of things
Hang on! Let's add some more
It isn't the family that I'm expecting
But the postman knocking at the door.

When the topic turns to Christmas cheer
Lets go stuff our faces...
Break out all that lovely beer!
Chuck away those graces!

But... Suddenly the month is over
There go all the gifts you gave
Your debt payments crawl closer and closer
And you become a material slave.






Details | Ballad | |

ALL SHE WILL BE NEEDING

She smells of stale garbage and wine
Her boots all worn and tattered
Stern-faced and stony eyes
Dressed in a tired ol' mink
She shivers as she takes a rest
From pushing her metal cart
Squeaking and overflowing with
Items reflecting her life
She had been warned twice to move
The choice was not hers to make

Today, like all the others
She will walk ten blocks or so
In hope to find a warmer place
To lay down for the night
Just a corner to rest
Is all she will be needing
She knows this will be over soon
The pain gets worse each day
Yet, her hopes live on for one more day
Her deliverance is on its way!
~*~


*"HOMELESSNESS"


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

No Sin Thus Remains

Making it clear thus you have been purified
This side of the fence thus you stand in defense
You have been remade thus light has sterilized
The rarity of this clarity His will presents


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku 8 - bees and butterflies, ants in action, shimmering pools

what new plant is this
flowering bees this morning
and butterflies too?

running to and fro
a group of ants in action
searching for food

bathed in the sunshine
shimmering pools of water
pulsating with life


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Even Though There Be Haters

Appearing timid yet forever I will resist
Kindness as a weakness yet true strength is
Dark forces this day a dove keeps at bay
My blood drains because Ye Almighty reigns   


Details | Limerick | |

Pickles And Tickles FAST Food.

We cook it ! Feel your tonsils tingle!
Add mayonnaise, lettuce, a pickle.
Lost both tonsils at ten
so can I ask you when
my change comes to more than a nickle?


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Instilled With This

Dust covered crawled like worms, had no concern
Found on ground ripened apple’s bitter juice
Digging in gluttony without discern
Dark heart in matter chooses wrong produce

Climb from trunk to branches long journey true
Building without rest to sleep in cocoon
While feeding on nourishment from fruit grew
Rise from sleep to sail high sky like balloon  


Details | Rhyme | |

two squirrels'

Two squirrels gathering nuts and foraging in the woods.
Scurrying about sniffing and prodding things weren't looking to good.
A storm was a coming so frantically they searched.
All the while an owl looked on watching on his branch perch.

He being the wisest of all the creatures spoke and said to the squirrels.
"Quit going so fast the things you need are over by the farmers barrels."
The little ones listened and went to the barnyard.
Seeing this opened barrell they saw kernels of corn scattered around in discard.

Excited they accomplished there task of gathering, rushing to an fro they had a stockpile.
Almost an hour later they were set for the winter it would last a long time.
Thanking the owl bellies full strored food for the winter they were ready to hibernate.
All was well the food for the family secured the chilling winter they would escape.

Stockpile a idea we should learn from the insects, critters, they store to survive.
They see a brighter future for their species they are truly alive.
How about you? Carnal man do you think ahead? Do you save?
Do you store blessings from your Creator following His laws and strive to behave?

Our faith, hope, and dreams allow "us" to have a choice and scurry to find God's edicts?
Stockpiling "Blessings" in the book of life you can give your life a spiritual gift.
Even the squirrels know when it is time to stockpile even though they run only on instinct.
Carnal man can reason animals can't, who is smarter the animals or man, it is very distinct.  


Details | Ballad | |

FRIES AND MAN

Crunchy golden brown potatoes
Cut unevenly into strips sticks
One maybe half, one and two inches long
Best eaten after freshly fried

So thus us, creations of God
Unequal to wit, might and talents
Yet, daily equip in battle of growing
Not on failing but succeeding

The fries eaten plain or flavored
So is man simple and favored
The fries a fine finger food
So is man by nature is born good

Either served on plate or pouch
Us humans ready to serve and touch
Sometimes bitten bit or whole
Us humans molded clever or fool

by: olive_eloi
10:07am
01/19/2014

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Details | Ballade | |

Christian Cross

Head hung low, I walk the street-
Timid to feel the hangman's loss-
Every step on my blistered feet-
Takes me closer to, the Christian cross-
With every second, my soul does exhaust-
Heat-ridden cheeks from tears I cry-
Hide my eyes my shame is discreet-
Explain to me God, why must I die?

You say the hunger game I did cheat-
I see on that hangman's rope your hands across-
How close I was to starvation beat-
Why must  I die for naught but sauce-
On bread instead of my usual moss-
I hope you see my little child cry-
Although to you unjust is a treat-
Hold him God on the day he will die-

With my head hung low, I walk the street-
My family will feel the hangman;s loss-
No more will I walk upon these blistered feet-
Family go, live your life by the Christian Cross-
For my soul is tired, don't let your life exhaust-
My dear sweet loved ones there is no need to cry-
No more reason for you to stand all so discreet-
I am happy at last, on the day that I die-

I will live the rest of my life upon a Christian's Cross-
These murderers relax themselves on their own lie-
In a few short moments I won't feel anymore loss-
I will lift up my head and all so proudly I will die-


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

just breathing

        When life takes hold of you no mercy given  
        Foreclosures popular , the new age to walk ..driven
        When your nerves are shattered 
        The home you live in seems scattered 

           Just breathe ~

       children don't understand why you can't give money on the daily 
       life feels cold and The bills are unbearable to open it seems
       When there is not enough food in the pantry for all
       you feel you are losing as you begin to fall , loose sight of dreams 

            Just breathe ~

     All these things are a test , every breath that counts.
     It's the faith,  and will to live , as anxiety mounts
     In your darkest hour just call on his power  
     with the help of God above , you will surmount.
        
           just breathe ~ just keep breathing

      "  Just another day in paradise Contest "


Details | Lyric | |

Pork And Kraut---Good Luck Meal

If it were not for the pork and black eyed peas
My husband would not be eating this meal with me
I love my pork and sauerkraut for our New Year good 
luck meal
Hubbie hates kraut and would take bad luck that is
just the way he feels
I will have the kraut and him the black eyed peas
Then he will share in the good luck meal with me



Details | Free verse | |

Trust In You

At the tender stage of relationships,
the hand offered, lips not kissed, the bloom
of inner soul tautly wrapped 
just one more red rose bud to flame open,
women who are yearning for affection
see the bamboozle offered by the slick
as just one more abomination
to learn about love.
They show their distrust with scorn.
They attempt to cast their gaze away
but if touched lightly, as if dusted
with a light snow, they cease to struggle
as if they felt just, too, too cold.
They turn up lips, curious to see the taste
of someone kind, someone soft.
If cherished like every velvet petal of rose,
inhaled, enclosed, caressed, enraptured,
the relationship is no longer in doubt.


Details | Light Poetry | |

I'LL EAT YOU IN THE DARK

      Bittersweet brown big bars
    Oh! I want you from the start
    I want to put you in my mouth
  Letting you melt and melt and melt

     One bar sure will not be enough
 I hope my thirty two really that tough
      For once, I got a taste of you
   My oh my! I will look more for you

    It will cost some coins and bucks
  It is alright as long as I'll get a pack
  In the fridge, I let you become hard
For later, I will eat you even in the dark

By
olive_eloi
7:39 pm
03/09/2014

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Details | Rhyme | |

A PLATE OF PROSPERITY

For days at a time there is nothing to eat,
There is no where to sleep.
Hunger is a social condition. 
It is a horrible physical way of living.
It leads to malnutrition, famine, and starvation.
It is a plaque and epidemic in poor nations.
First off there is so many children and adults with improper diets or nutrition.
Hunger affects about a sixth of the world's total population.
Why can't we get together, and try to feed the poor,
If we all came together as a whole we can do more.
Let's pray poverty away
We have to make this dark cloud of hunger into a brighter day.
Due to hunger more than 1 die each second.
So to eat a plate of food now days is a blessing.
About 750,000 suffer from hunger due to financial restrictions.
So now I ask you how are we Americans living?
But if we were all well-fed,
Let us not forget about the homeless, because half of us go hungry to our beds.

Matthew 5:6 “Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be 
satisfied. 


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Coffee House

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~ The scent of coffee steam, while rising, gives me a moment to compose… It warms my thoughts, while I’m surmising... It wakes my senses, then down it goes… to thaw my brain, and warm my toes


Details | Villanelle | |

Vegetable Garden Does Not Make Smiles For Me

Purple conical blooms lure bumblebee
Foxglove trumpet flowers scent that please
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me

Weeping Willow with grace lures so artsy
Under which lies Butterfly Bush which tease
Purple conical blooms lure bumblebee

But in the vegetable garden foresee
Sweat, toil in heat but food that heals disease
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me

On trellis adjacent pale pink rose see
Just a dewdrop, but not on Butterfly Bush with base
Purple Conical blooms that lure bumblebee

In the vegetable garden no Sweet Pea
More flowers for me and food plants decrease
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me

All I see toil, sweat no trip to the sea
Please do not let the flower garden cease
Let purple conical blooms lure bumblebee
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me

Contest:"Villanelle Me"
Sponsor:Catie Lindsay


Details | Ballad | |

OVER A CUP OF COFFEE

A cup of coffee we met
Miles of ride we went
Ideas, opinions we vent
Few minutes we spent

On the coolness of the light
I heard laughter so dear
High up staring to the skies
Picture of you not a liar

You play jolly to quiet songs
Asking me sometime what wrong
Fallen short yet been long
I didn't know, we can get along

by: olive_eloi
5:07pm
01/15/2014

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Details | Free verse | |

Cookies-Food For Thought

Cookies -
Why can’t I have the chocolate one
I want more
She took my cookie
Hers is bigger than mine
I want to trade
That’s not fair

Cookies +
Thank you for the cookie
I love you
Thanks for all you do for me
I am satisfied
This is good
I am loved
Written By  Deborah Finneran :)  2013


Details | I do not know? | |

Natiional Diabetes Month

		


Needles and strips. Feet that's sore.
Aches and pains. Meters that store.

Numbers go up. Then they go down.
Cookies and pasta and cake all around!

Daily walks. Nutritious food.
Cinnamon helps. Some herbs do.

Fenugreek, bromelain and boswellia stew.
Fish and pumpkin oils fight inflamation in you.

Drink lots of water. Alcohol's taboo.
Loose the smokes. And spare tire to!

Sweating, shaking, tingling lips.
Too much insulin can do all this.

Or don't eat enough or over exercise.
Can knock you right out. Yes even die!

Glucose tabs. Keep close at hand.
Diabetes can be so grand!......


Details | Couplet | |

Beachside Food and Drink Slinks

A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth 
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep

C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or the sand parrotfish chew and release
D is for diatom, all seeded calcium, all float free, all denizens barely seen

E is for eelgrass, nursery meadows of the anchovy, and other browsers of green 
F is for fan worm, filter feeder like a flower, 8000 species on which fish feed

G is for giant kelp, floating on bladders of air they’re forests of cold waters clean
H is for helmet, the royalty of snails who protect our feet, queen, emperor, king

I is for isopod, the chameleon crustacean, they color match what they eat
J is for jellyball, or cannonball jellyfish, not upside down or moon, avoid their heat

K is for keyhole limpet, favorite food of ochre stars, will erect its own wall
L is for laver, the sea lettuce of nori, it swirls red skirt as ocean falls

M is for mermaid’s purse, the sack of the skate whose yolk keeps them alive
N is for nerite, the prisoner striped snail of the rocky zone as numerous as a hive

O is for oyster drills, the snails that slurp oysters and use them to lay eggs
P is for pleurobranch, a sea slug answer for oranges, with one active leg

Q is for quahog, the bivalve seaman who can survive eating the mud
R is for rove beetle, the one waiting to snatch the unwary beach hopper for good

S is for saxitoxin, those red tides produced by mating that can paralyze humans
T is for tubular sponge, they squish, bore and encrust as space lends

U is for urchin, those spiny skinned balls, no eyes or noses but dig food in sand 
V is for Venus, Music Volutes dined or Vampire Squids skimming along land

W is for whelk, not the musically inclined, but the slow moving snail in a shell
X is for X and a half, the six rayed star, hungry for anything on the half shell

Y is for yucca, blooming on the beach, they bloom nice and tolerate the sand
Z is for Zostera marinara, the address of eel grass when they're feeling grand

All of this green life is what crunches, stinks, dries and slips underfoot
The rest that find the housing and dining compatible means someone’s on the look.


Details | Burlesque | |

Suburban Spring

Suburban Spring	
(4.15.10)


	Springtime fills the air, 
			like laughing gas.
		(Or maybe more like whiskey.)
The suburbs are drunk on the nectar of it's dawn.
	Middle-class houses 
			are starting to dance.
		(Or maybe they're just wobbling.)
They vomit whole families onto their lawn.

			I watch them the same way dogs watch TV:
				Confused and intrigued, 
		with a slight urge to pee.

	The father cuts grass, 
			like a sleepwalker.
		(Or maybe more like a zombie -
Ravenous for cheap beer, instead of brains.)
	A six pack later, 
			he starts washing his car.
		(Or watering his driveway.)
He's spreading on wax so he's set when it rains.

	The mother kneels in dirt, 
			tending the garden.
		(More like digging in a sandbox.)
Her spade is rusty.  (Figuratively, at least.)
	A sunset later, 
			she cooks family dinner.
		(Or maybe orders some pizza.)
(If every mouth is fed, she can call it a feast.)

			I watch them the same way dogs watch TV.

	The son plays war games, 
			dying for fun.
		(Or maybe more for practice.)
He whines about fruit drinks, as well as the heat.
	A full pitcher later, 
			tweaking on sugar,
		(Or maybe just corn starch.)
the war escalates, 'til its time to go eat.

	The daughter makes a picnic, 
			inviting her toys.
		(Or maybe not.)
(Her plastic spread can only spread so thin!)
	After the tea time, 
			she's off picking flowers.
		(Or maybe weeds.)
(As long as they're pretty, there's a vase that they'll fit in.)

		They gather, as a family, at the table to say grace.
		They hold each others' hands and say, "Amen."  
			(And proceed to stuff their face.)

	The dog sits by the boy - 
			Loyal and true.
		(Or maybe just hungry.)
He drools as he stares from the corners of his eyes.
	After dinner, 
                     he offers to help with the dishes.
		(Or maybe he demands it.)
The boy sneaks him a bite.  The dog is not surprised.

	Bedtime comes soon after.  
			The kids are sent to brush their teeth.
		(Or maybe just to run the sink.)
They put on their jammies, and to bed, they go.
	After tucking them in, 
			the parents watch TV.
		(Or maybe they just dream they do, 
					sleeping in its glow.)

	The dog is changing channels, 
			looking for a better show.
				Confused and intrigued, 
		he pees on the carpet below.


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

Can't Live Without

How I desire you
To hold you in hands
Gaze on your beauty
Freshness of your scent
What's that extra touch

Some say my love
Is way too shallow
I say that it's deep
Attached I cling

Chocolate
Addiction
Deep, deep, deep

Can't live 
Without

You

For contest: "I Just Can't Live Without You"
Sponsored by: Drake Eszes


Details | Rhyme | |

Home Cookin'

What she's lacking in looks,
she ain't lacking in love,
When that girl cooks,
she's a blessing from above,

She's that special kind of girl,
make a heart skip a beat,
Put your head in a whirl,
knock you off your feet,

Put you head over heels,
keep you thinking of,
those home cooked meals,
and her precious lady love.


Details | Free verse | |

Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Details | Free verse | |

Tabby

Not long before I put down my dirt filled hoe
Into my yard she quietly crept
It’s as though she knew I needed her cheer
She was rust colored and sadly matted cat
Not the most attractive feline I’d ever seen 
But she was lonely and hungry, and in need 
Of course immediately my Mothering instinct beckoned 
She followed me to where I poured some milk for her 
Not ever having a cat I didn’t have cat food on hand-
So I opened a can of tuna to her delight 
She lapped it up and looked up at me with a smile 
The next day there she was waiting and the day after and so on 
I had found a friend 
So I went out and bought some cats food 
She was now mine of at least I thought so 
Who could have ever done such a thing?
Leaving her to the streets? 
I bought her flea collar and bells to wear 
Soon she would just sit on my lounge chair waiting for me 
I had to bring her into the house she still looked so frail 
One day while she was eating I noticed her choking on her food 
It continued so I made an appointment to see the vet 
It had to be done anyway after all she was to be mine
While we had our visit and the saddest moment of my life came 
The doctor said she had throat cancer and it was advanced 
Our friend Tabby didn’t but a few weeks to live 
So my husband and I made the pain staking decision  
To put her to sleep 
Tears poured from every corner of my eyes
“No” was all I screamed inside she had brightened my life  
How could someone have left her alone?
The Vet felt the previous owner knew about her condition 
They left her to suffer knowing she was so sick
I felt we at least gave her 6 weeks of love and care before she left this place 
I will never forget the love and championship this rusty feline gave me
Months later my family and I adopted another cat Tabby showed us- 
The greatest love and companionship that animals give you unconditional   
We now have two wonderful cats that were adopted
They bring so much to our lives


Details | Lyric | |

It's My Birthday, It is Your Birthday

It’s My Birthday

It’s my birthday…  I look out the window there is no one for me owe so, owe so lonely poor me . 

It’s my  birthday…  you surprise me, with a Barber-Q grill  with a cooler that chills with a grin we show white grills.

Happy Birthday… it’s my Birthday I am still waiting,  it   is almost the end of my the day, just waiting on you to wish me a happy birthday which, well make my day. 

It’s my birthday…you do not remember that day, can we go out for we can remember that day?

It’s my birthday… I can share it or alone, some share it with a twin, or with a friend and the ones who stay to the ends like a good friend.

It my birthday…  its looks like another day to me I just need someone or something to comfort with me a room full of women and with hand full men, a juice in cup, juice in glass, with a sweet lady and grill on cut grass that may make every day feel like my birthday, with a touch of class. 
 
It’s your birthday… it’s your birthday you should all-ways win on your birthday, if do not have a mate you sneak and go on second party date form those who may player hate.  
  
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday!  it comes and go, I see you come through, looking out my window with a hand full company that is what a party really should need, yes it’s sweet, sweet with music and sweet with treats or  it must be the money, or food, or brinks, or just me.


Poetry 7/7/12 by author Keith K. Relf


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Unto The Valleys Garden

Feeling the loss because of a transgression
Dwelling in darkness home base the light
Not promise forgot make your confession
Though you may feel low sail to great height 


Details | Rhyme | |

Cottage Cheese

Cottage cheese is a delightful treat when anyone is sombre! Take a bite, in spite of spite, And you'll be quite the charmer!!! (explodes into gay rainbow random confetti) *inspired by obscenely old, gay bearded wizards*


Details | Clerihew | |

God That Taste Like Rubber

<                                      Mr Thomas Adams
                                        Weaver of the gum  Wham !
                                        Thought his Chicle
                                        Would fit better on my motor ~ cicle






Entry For 
John Freeman's 
Giggle Poetry
G.L. All


Details | Free verse | |

Boy You're Strong As An Ox

<                                     twenty ~ nine ~ little .... words
                                       ok ~ now ~ let ~ me ..... think
                                       already ~ here ~ we ..... go
                                       apples ~ bananas ......    oranges
                                       carrots ~ lettuce ........    celery
                                       milk ~ water ~ and ....... juices  
                                       helps ~ develop ........... strong
                                       minds ~ also................ bodies 








Twenty Nine Little Words
Ok Now Let Me Think
Already Here We Go
Apples Banana's Oranges
Carrots Lettuce Celery
Milk Water And Juices
Helps Develop Strong
Minds Also Bodies
                                       


Details | Rhyme | |

He Fled

He fled the faces of his brood --
They cut his soul with edges sharp
From lack of food.
And, although their mouths
Voiced no complaint,
The steady, unaccusing stare
Was so much more than he could bear --
This hero of two foreign wars.
He cowers now in alleyways
(And drinks his courage from a jar)
Beneath a far, unjudging star.


Details | Triolet | |

Pleasures by the Seashore

Pleasures await you by the seashore,
And in the coming months
Invest in your family; today and tomorrow,
Pleasures await you by the seashore.
Your first choice will be the wisest to follow;
Do not put all your stocks in the market.
Pleasures await you by the seashore
And in the coming months...


(1 Year Anniversary Dinner at Sydney's Buffet)


Details | Senryu | |

Summer's Spilled Milk

Summer’s Spilled Milk
City dwellers pumped;
Oil effused into ocean,
Ocean creatures died.


Details | Haiku | |

Harvest Festival

aerial viewing
outstretched crows flying frenzy
harvest festival


Details | Epulaeryu | |

Caramel Apple Cake

<                                 network's challenge I did take
                                   whipped up  an  great cake
                                   dripping caramel on plate
                                   waiting  for big slice
                                   smelling  apple spice
                                   add whip  cream
                                          Y U M !
                                           




Entry For
Barbara Gorelick's
Harvest Foods Epulaeryu
G.L. All


Details | Free verse | |

Lifestyles of Four Tropical Birds

Pretty pink plumage, Roseate Spoonbills delightfully spooning.  

Majestic Osprey…hatchlings chirping in the nest,
Fishes flip in parents’ talons, fast food, flying free.
Homestead refurbishment, the parents never rest.
Incubation has become a pleasant memory,
Perched on a pinnacle, proud parents, near the sea.

The Great White Egrets, 
Leisurely walking, talking.
Reminiscing.  No regrets.
Wading warm waters.
Fear for future hatchlings’ cry.
Diminishing, wetlands die.

Purple Gallinule’s graceful gliding.
Survives gators; quickly hiding!

© May 9, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: For (Four) Beautiful Birds 	
Sponsored by: ~ Constance La France ~ ~ A Rambling Poet ~ ~


Details | Rhyme | |

RICE

Cooked rice in plate,
Still the steam does emit.
On chair I did cling,
Waited my wife curry to bring.

Beyond the plate, I eye
The farm of anxiety,
Where the farmers sow
The seeds for morrow.

Hot rice brings to the mind
The paddy field pined,
And the debt cankered peasants
Creep among the plants.

Holding the rusty scythes
And bending like the scythes,
The darkened women sing throat opened,
And the folk song vibrate my mind.

Cooked rice still steamy
And white purely
As the mind of farmer,
The climate and price fall boiled ever.

Born to toil in the soil,
Farmers return to the soil
To feed the worm princes,
Hanging on a rope hopeless.

When my dear curry brought,
I painfully thought:
No life without farm ;
Without farmers no farm.

FABIYAS M V


Details | Cinquain | |

Good Luck Meal

.
                                                      Noon Meal
                                               Soft blackeyed peas
                                      Collard greens chopped real fine
                               Pork boiled baked or fried, corn bread jive
                                                      Good luck
                                                       
                                                      Meaning
                                             Soft blackeyed peas
                                         Equals the pennies made
                                 Collards equals dollars one makes
                                                     Eat much

Sponsor: Russel Sivery
Contest: Good Luck Meal


Details | Senryu | |

Temptation

_________________________


Gramma's apple pie
caught my eye upon the shelf-
a forbidding sight..........


_________________________

Contest ~ Apples ? Oranges ?


Details | Free verse | |

Good Luck Meal

I pounded, pounded, pounded, not in that rock 
on pop gun sort of way, with a tinge of smoke 
after the sudden spark, keeping me well amused,
but in that bam, bam, bam, meat squishing
and flying in tiny bits so you wonder if everything 
remains sterile way that the Flintstones would have liked
And the Italians, too, dousing it with lemon
And wine until you see stars as you wobble
And pucker up for the kiss, that comes or not,
And that is always the way it begins, with elbow
Grease, tastes offered to any taker, welcome smiles
 and songs and company, and then the luck 
shows up, smelling faintly of singed cabbage, turn-about elbow 
noodles dangle from their lip and the heady sense
that you were there that day, all aware. And life made good 
your meal of effort by offering a swallow of champagne.


Details | Senryu | |

' Golden Harvest ... ' 40th Senryu

    Golden, Full Moon Shone
On All The Harvest, That’s Grown
    Welcome In Our Home


Details | Rhyme | |

SOUP Spoonin'

Online tonite
looks like 
a whole lotta' spoonin'
goin' on in the "Soup"

nosin' around the comment coral
I see love 
amongst the group

yessir'...
hot Soup!
stirred 
not shaken
marriage scent in the air
no fakin'

where it leads...
we shall see
I know some 
are dippin' crackers in the "Soup"
but Lawd' knows 
IT AIN'T ME!~


Details | Narrative | |

A Very Fine Line - The Restaurant

I just walked past the restaurant
A terrific place I used to go
Early in the evening hours
Of a chilly and recent past night
The fullness of the moon cast a memory
Reminders of my having traveled to these places so often
beneath its comfortable glow.

Places like this I used to dine
In what seems like so many moons ago
Could it have really just have been
Only seemingly late last year?
And then I realized I was outside a window

On the outside looking in
I am on the outside looking in
Of a place where I might or could have been
Tonight or any other evening
And I had been here oh so recently
Only a very short year ago.

Today the price of entry to this place
Is way beyond my meager means.
I recollected that being seen here
Had been so important to me
Now it is the last thought I hold dear.

I saw the fancy tables
of where I used to dine
With only the finest crystal
That held the finest wines.

I saw romantic candles
Flickering and burning bright
I saw tables surrounded with beaming faces
Flushed and filled with anticipatory delight
Anticipation of the wondrous delicacies
They would all soon have and behold.

I saw the sommelier pouring wine
Bottles and endless bottles
Of all the nectars considered to be in vogue
Every one of their prices
Deemed them to taste like liquid gold.

All drinks designed to compliment
The amazing and stylish cuisines
Posh dinners were arriving quickly
Looking as though from magazines
Arranged and prepared with minute details
Nothing ever missing, nothing out of place
Happiness was everywhere.
Joy radiated from every face.

And as the November wind
Begins to blow
I turned my head to go
To walk toward my empty street
My scarf wrapped tightly against the night.
Striding ever more quickly
Trying to beat the wind and cold
I had some thoughts and revelations
About that what I had just seen.

About those who have never been waited upon
Never in their whole lives
And about those who dine within those walls
Whose thoughts have never even considered
That they could end up on the outside looking in.

I who now know for certain
That it is such a very thin line
Between being poor and living fine.

And now I have to wonder
If being there had been some sort of sin
And now that is now the reason
I am on the outside
On the outside looking in
To The Restaurant.

(November 15, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved 


Details | Rubaiyat | |

Insisting

The darkness, how it does keep own persisting
From me it said, you have no will resisting
Completely it has almost spread round the world
Telling you, this is all there be existing 

Preying on all, there is no righteous soul left
Intentions of thee to leave all you bereft
Molding ye a fruitless pattern of death
The Creator does say, their will be a theft

Endurance of faith in the One you should trust
Turn away you all, from fleshly mortal lust
The more men turn on you the more you will see
Follow thee path of Jesus Christ does be just


Details | Free verse | |

New Age Chemical Warfare

Memory, oh sweet memory, 
Lost in dizziness, but found.
Excite my brain to joyfulness.
Pain is sometimes lethal.

Memory loss is just one warning sign of this war.
Add to that: headaches, depression, oh, the mental pain.
Numbness, insomnia, heart palpations, and more, begin slowly.
From whence comes your sweet deception?
My bones ache and I cannot breath in life's memory.
Lost in my own fantasy with dizziness.
Imagining a chemical warfare against the masses.
Common folks like you and me but subjugated peons.
Mushy brains found among the young and innocent thin.
Excite my brain with your pondering, my muse.
To you, I owe this mysterious inkling.
A powerful infiltration, a plan concocted by the enemy.
Chemical warfare on the home front, disguised as pleasure.
Marketed among the unsuspecting –

Aspertine is thy name oh great deceiver
In the name of sweetness, mental acuity dies.
Freely given to the soldiers in Desert Storm, diet soda! 
The Plan: Conquer a great nation from within.
Infiltrate every aspect of life in a well-laid plan.
Thus, food and drink may lead to a nation's folly.
Slowly slipping away our freedom to be US. 
Quietly.  Unobtrusively.  Ingeniously.  Irreversibly!
Joyfulness, visit me; remove this pain for it is great.

Chemical warfare kills.
Sometimes, we close our eyes.
But we must not.
Lest it becomes lethal to our free nation –

© March 17, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Et cetera Free Poetry 
Sponsor:  Debbie Guzzi

RELATED LINK: http://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2011/11/06/aspartame-
most-dangerous-substance-added-to-food.aspx



Details | Rondeau | |

Joie de Vivre - Isn't Life Sweet

Joie de Vivre - isn’t life sweet, especially when you add a treat like a delicious patisserie, crème glacée, éclairs, le pan de mie, chocolat, and le tarte aux fruits? Eat not just fiber, cheese and meat! Though you should eat these happily, eat also sweetly, mon petit! Joie de vivre. Just one more stanza I repeat (and this is for your joy complete) Do more than eat to live! Like me, to life and sweet desserts say Oui! And every day - Bon appetit! Joie de vivre. (All end rhymes should match with the French words/the two rhymes being EET and EE) Pardon my French: (I think this is what I meant!) Joie de Vivre - Joy of Living Patisserie (pah-tees-ree)- pastry Crème Glacée - ice cream Le pan de mie - sweet bread Le tarte aux fruits (le-tart-oh-frweet)- the fruit tart (or pie) Chocolat and Eclairs, like in English Mon petit: My little or My boy Oui! - Yes! Bon appetit - Enjoy your meal! For Cyndi MacMillan's UN, DEUX, TROIS....OOH LA LA!!!!


Details | Couplet | |

Dirty Dan

<                             Driving along in my automobile
                               Seen homeless man holding sign will work for his meals

                               Should I stop or should I just Go !
                               Should I give Or Should I just say hell No !

                              But what if that was me
                              Crying out with such pitty

                              Not knowing where to get next meal
                              Three kids crying at worn out heels

                             Cardboard boxes to call our home
                             Dumpster diving for pieces of foam

                             Think I'll give him a piece of my pot
                             Opened wallet and gave him alot

                             A nice twenty came on out
                             Wiped out was his sadden pout

                              
                             Drove by an hour later
                             Homeless camp wiped off roadmarks slatter

                             
                             Wonder where dirty Dan had now roamed
                              Just hope he finds a better suitable home


Details | I do not know? | |

two

water melon in my garden
like the sun and moon
just two… 
”...launcher ready…”
steady my hand
tending the weeds
near a row of beans
a far away land
”...it’s not a good time…”
so I wondered
and thought of when
wars are just plays
staged in the hands
of writers like me…
I’d arm the nations
with radish leaves
squash for bullets
that unload seeds
Peanuts money
on my jelly spread
I’d share the health
giving lettuce, head…
”... is it a good time now?...”
who wants a cow
chickens grown
in crowded pens
suffering blows
in.human.e hands
glitters the water
between the corn
I’d sale on ships
into rosebud shores
and i’d grow my fish
in between the stores
”...I’m god in my garden…”
and I divide the rows
soing what suits me
in tomato groves
and near my basil
I’ll build a school
teaching the mint
just how to be cool
and over hear
the potatoes anchor
on stalks of beer
”...wellcome…”
to chi…
banana central
read booms of cheer
...but they say I’m mental.
lentils 
are sooo good in soup!
my capitals
I declare are true!
I only cook 
When I brew my stew…
and no one regrets
in the garden of Sue.
”...yes piglet…”
I was Just
Making sure of you.


Details | Haiku | |

first class nature

passive high sun shade flawless predatory eyes a happy hour dive!


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Let life win for now

    Let life win for now... when your head sadly down. 
 Let life win for now... when your chips are down, 
 Let life win for now... when you can’t speak a sound, 
 Let life win for now... win when you just getting up off the ground 
 and life nocks you back down.


    Let life win for now, as you standing in free line,
 when your gut is light to get a bite
 to keep you up right to win the battles of life.  

    But be poise and patient for those who step in your way, your enemy, 
 your unknown rival... Let life pave the way
 therefore what you had good then and do not have now 

     Let life win for now, because life knows what comes around.



Poetry  written by  11/26/10 Author Keith K. Relf


Details | Limerick | |

I'm Cuckoo For Coco Puffs

<                      once was an  cuckoo bird named Sonny
                         tagging along gramps as first  gunny
                               shooting up cereal bowls
                     with dark puffs @@@ nice ~ and ~ slow
                            Oh how trix rabbit did so runny  






Entry For Poets Destroyer 's
Your Favorite Cereal Limerick
GL All                                  


Details | Blank verse | |

Give To Receive

The cost be a benefit to charity I speak of
A bid for mercy a reward from He thee Almighty One
All who have fallen give in faith, so that they receive
Unseen is this present, only in spirit they understand
Selfish desires lost through forgiveness He has answered
Foolish to many the choice that was made obviously right
Turning of a page frees the once monetized slave
His life was the price but still there be strife humbling to most
A ghost now made Holy given to them headed down
This frown now turned to a smile that last for an eternity 


Details | Free verse | |

Food, Sex, and Money

Come back to reality
the fuel line, source, and parking head
you cannot embellish 
what has energized for millennium
Don't water down what must be devoured
Zeal in its proper input/ output
True depth of cave man passion


Details | Epigram | |

Sin Not

Evil thoughts equal sin
One must purge them within


Details | Narrative | |

Left Alone

I am Canine lupus familiaris
Known as dog
Man’s best friend
Someone to fetch 
Someone to catch with
Someone to walk 
Since I cannot speak
I watch and listen 
I also watch my master drink sour water from cans
As he and his friends laugh
Their shrill laughter becoming louder and louder
Their voices hurting my ears until I leave the room.

One week master was excited
The phone rang constantly 
A jarring message
A three day weekend
More sour water
More loud noise
Then suddenly I was left alone
Quickly and firmly
The door closed to me
At first I was glad for the silence
My eyes grew accustomed to the dark
Hungry, I searched the house
Found food and some water
I could smell the bags of dog food in the pantry
But it was no use
I couldn’t unlock the door
But I was brave
I didn’t panic
I made do with what I had
I conserved what little food was left in my doggie bowl
I drank water only when needed
I pooped in the bathroom
Like my Master always did
But it wasn’t enough
By the third day the water was gone
The doggie bowl empty.

When the door opened three days later
Master walked in
Sour water on his breathe
Short angry hissing words escaped his lips
When he found me
Alone and hungry
Rubbing his face
More short words followed
Anger directed at himself for neglecting me
Then he hugged me
Suddenly there was water
There was food
Looking up at him
My eyes told him
My father was the Wolf
From the frozen North
My mother the She Wolf
Who ruled the forest
And guarded the wolf dens
I came from strong genes
I learned how to survive.


Details | Free verse | |

Soy Sauce Spills

Soy sauce drains 
Into the white, clustered rice
Stepped on…
spills . . . 
Soy sauce taints
The whiteness of the grain
 It slips out of my hands
No use...no point in crying out in rage
Though I was starving, 
I'll just eat another thing and start on a new page

I'm hungry like a swine
I wish I can earn back my snack!
I'm as angry as a bull
I'm about ready to attack! Attack!
Soy sauce packages
Fall unto the dirty school ground
Stepped on
By bratty, conceited teens
They really need to eat their greens
Instead of junkfood and pizza
They should drink some water
Instead of drinking sugary drinks or
 Sucking on popsicles obnoxiously
Why did the soy sauce spill? Seriously....


Details | Tanka | |

Nice Breakfast (Tanka)

this breakfast is nice, 
bacon, eggs, toast on the side 
black coffee to taste 

not one drop going to waste 
yum, yum, me and my tum, tum!


Details | I do not know? | |

Why is it?

Why is it that school's say that they are preparing you for life, 

But really they are preparing you for more school?

Who knows?

That has always been on mind for the past few days.

*comment if you know why or if you have any ideas*




                                        -angel4eva23


Details | Senryu | |

The Steak Out!

Track prints in the snow
Venison treats on their minds
Deer watching hunters


Details | Lyric | |

LSD

Dumb little boy what happened to You?
A father, a mother, we're through.
Brightly coloured feathers, spread and you flew.
Dumb little boy what happened to you?
Crashed! 
Queer? 
I near.
Sat here, sat here.
We sat, drinking dads warm beer.
Dumb little boy your feathers are gone.
WASTED!
LSD on your toungue.
Obliterated! obliterated! 
Wasted! wasted!
Dumb little boy, your brain is fried.
Perfectly twisted.
Now, lets peak inside.


Details | Lyric | |

The Hunger Drug

I can't remember
when I ate 
my last meal
How many weeks ago was it?

I cannot recall

or even what it was 
that I had to eat
Turkey I think
on Thanksgiving

Yes, it was Turkey

A turkey 
that some 
generous person
donated 
to the food pantry
that they gave to me

Did 
that generous person know?
Do they know?
That it would be
my only meal

for days and weeks
on end

probably not

and so I wanted 
to write these words
to tell them
“Thank You”

that they made 
a difference 
in my life

that I 
and my children
did not 
have to go to bed
 hungry

three weeks ago
on Thanksgiving
and it was wonderful

I am trying to remember
what that 
felt like


© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(December 8th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)


Details | Ballad | |

THE WISHING WELL OF A SUN-RISE,

It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.

so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,

here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...

into the light of a love letter written to dawn.

soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,

way down deep on the inside,

...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,

flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,

watered and deeply cared for...

O' Eden.

I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,

I wish a sun-rise.








Details | Haiku | |

Mocking Bird Sat

.

           Mocking Bird sat
                           Ruffled tails bouncing...
                                          Cat stealthly approaching






Non-traditional


Details | Epulaeryu | |

Ballad for two violins

Romantic dinner:chamois,
A lot of candles
Lament the tame roe;
Potatoes-fiddlers
And grills in splinters.
Please,honey,
Eat!


Details | Quatrain | |

Redeye Gravy

Now sits the redeye gravy in the pan
It certainly is not at all like jam
Mom made it years ago  for her man
Fry some country ham, pour  coffee bam

Never knew why it was called redeye
Then my grandson informed me just why
Men who had been out late had bleareye
Who looked like they had been drip-dry

I always thought that it was because
It had dark red color from drippings
In my home it  got an applause
I thought that it was God's blessings

I learned my husband doesn't like it
My grandson doesn't like redeye gravy
When I make it only make a bit
Always redeye gravy left heavy

Today decided to place on grits
Feed to the cats see if they like it
Now cat is running around won't sit
I guess that caffeine gave them lift


Details | I do not know? | |

Fishing

My parents always told me "Give a man a fish and he eats for a day. Teach him to fish and he will eat forever" It always annoyed me. Have you ever tried fishing before? It's hard to catch a fish I have gone fishing for days at a time and never caught anything. So just give me a fish I'm hungry now and could starve to death trying to catch one.


Details | Free verse | |

Go Figure

As the dust floats on moisture laden air, fog like and heavy
Vultures circle in a narrow tornado shaped pattern
Catching those upper air currents and ride the waves
So do the jets _ride the airways of the sky
Jets consume fuel leave waste of gases and particles
Vultures use no fuel but carrion which they consume
Cleaning up the earth's dead
Then deposit manure to fertilize the land
One designed by God and the other by man
Go figure...


Details | Free verse | |

Looking past the mannequin

We want to instantly harvest the fruits of our aspirations
But cant stand perspiration
Planting seeds steadily that form no roots lack of dedication
Easily led to frustration

Afraid that we may stumble so we drive
Where we should walk
Our tongues sometimes to humble like unalive
When we should talk

We see the paint but unfocused the picture
Then want to critique
Thats like entering a bank wanting a loan to be delivered
But credentials weak

Skipping various portions of the alphabet
Vocabulary needing those discarded consonants
Skiing without caution then comes regrets
Like killing and leaving the evidence

Compliments on the mannequins fashion
Disregarding the behind the scenes action


Details | Haiku | |

grands olfactory haiku

coffee best describes
papa joe's essence for me
coffee kisses- YES

fertilizer stink
paternal grandaddy smell
famous tomatoes

noxzema only 
for miss toby before bed
shakey hands slicked up

but then grandmama
whew! peach cobbler first of all
sweet corn, pot roast, ham

oh man, those fried pies
blackberry and peach goodness
beautiful mem'ry


Details | Senryu | |

You Are My Sunshine

<                             covered chocolate
                       bursting ......  cherry implosions
                               over pallets tongue


                                                            
                           
                                a bit of sunshine
                         waiting for the right peeler ....
                             orange ya glad its you


Details | I do not know? | |

Chicken Noodle Soup




Chicken Noodle soup On a cold and winter day makes you feel all warm inside And ready to face today You slurp the noodles and you smile at its tastiness You drink the broth and giggle a little Its Chicken Noodle Soup So slurp away.


Details | Free verse | |

baking soda and vinegar

elementary science 
we watched with wide eyes
baking soda and vinegar
a little red food coloring
emerge from a clay volcano
the foam erupting
moving fast
mixing these catalysts
consequence happened
our lives
like baking soda and vinegar
cause and effect
a mere chemistry experiment
some of us
not well-rounded chemists
make quite a muddle of it
not ever getting the concoction
quite right
i am convinced
some are not born chemists
maybe just decoration
red food coloring


Details | Free verse | |

Homeless

Please help me today!!
I have walked for so long my body aches.
I travel these roads with my big back pack.
I wish that I had my old life back.
Life dealt it's cards in one short day.
I lost it all but I will be okay.
I carry this cross along the way.
I'm tired of this journey but I have hope.
I clutch my bible, a way to cope.
My cardboard box shields my head from the rain.
I have nothing to lose and nothing to gain.
I walk through the seasons of hot and cold,
with no promises to keep and no one to hold.
I'm lonely and tired and I feel so weak.
Days go by with nothing to eat.
Teardrops fall and I wipe them away.
I have no one to call and nothing to say.
I close my eyes and begin to sleep.
No dreams tonight on this hot city street.



It is very real. Is this really America? For those who don't notice are those who don't care. 
America has a real heartbreaking problem that needs to be fixed.


Details | Quatrain | |

Song To Mother Earth

Mother Earth spinning on your centre
while revolving around Father Sun
making day and night on your surface
and the different seasons every one  

Your flesh provides the vital substance
on which trees, plants and grasses feed
and become food for birds and animals
who partake of them as they need

Some of those birds and animals 
feed others higher in the food chain
and become part of the eco cycle
which continues full circle again

All living things decay when they die
and return to you dearest mother 
to become substance that feeds plant life
and start off a new eco chapter 

Rain and snow from the sky bring water
that feeds the lakes, seas and rivers
which have a food chain of their own
among all their different creatures

Water from the sea becomes vapour
and rises as a cloud formation 
which precipitates as rain and snow
and water after condensation

Sun and Earth combine in harmony
doing so since before our birth
Thank you for feeding all living things
Our dearest blessed Mother Earth


Details | Free verse | |

Christmas Everywhere

Is it Christmas everywhere?
Christmas parties and stuffed teddy bears.
Songs of merry Christmas delight.
Snow covered rooftops glowing at night.
Gifts of sparkling diamond rings.
Christmas memories and special things.
Holiday feasts and decorated doors.
Chocolate covered cherries, Oh! Give me more.
Trips to the mall to buy gifts galore.
Paying with plastic I depleted my stash.
Let us make a loan I need more cash.
Is it Christmas everywhere?
Are you sure without a doubt?
Because some poor child this Christmas will be without.
Give hope and love.
Give prayers and faith.
For those lonesome people on this Christmas day.
Is it Christmas eerywhere?
With war overseas?
People dying and starving,
and no shoes to cover their feet.
Is it Christmas everywhere, with so much poverty?
Families who go hungry, with nothing much to eat.
What about the homeless and natural disaster stricken lands?
It would make this Christmas merry for the wealthy to lend a hand.
With death and crying, and cold and mourning,
an unfortunate road to a path with no glory.
Oh! What a very sad Christmas story.
My home is my castle that shelters me,
but don't forget the homeless that beg on the street.
So, make this Christmas merry if you're able to give.
Share your heart with someone and allow them to live.
The best Christmas will be without a doubt,
God will bless you for giving to those who are without.


Details | Ottava rima | |

Trusting Only You

Born in worldly sin seeking you thrust knife
Turn away from man’s unrighteous false goals
This be cause will given a choice speaks life
The teachings of Jesus Christ his word molds
Unrelenting desire be thy way 
Without the One lost in doubt course be known
Holy Spirit to baptize me I pray
Direction change not in vain seek Ye thrown


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Sacraments of Christian Initiation


The Sacraments of Christian Initiation
Baptism, Confirmation and the Holy Eucharist
Lay the foundation of every Christian life

Faithful are born anew by Baptism, 
Strengthened by Confirmation 
Receive in the Eucharist the food of eternal life

To receive increasing measures
The divine life
Advance toward the perfection of charity

Written 09172012


Details | Rhyme | |

The Local Market

 The stalls are set up
 along the main street
 a change from the normal
 the local shop price they beat

 Many come to have a look
 looking for a bargain or two
 hoping for something special
 anything good would be brand new

 Real good quality items
 can be found if you look
 you feel good with a bargain
 success in anyone's book

 All sorts are found there
 shoes clothes even food
 many a splendid thing
 things to suit every mood

 So support your market
 make sure it will stay
 for generations to come
 it will pay its way

poetgord@2013


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sea salt shaker

when my body is done
put me in an oven 
and bury my ashes in a 
sea salt shaker

scatter me sparingly
as you would 
a fine condiment
in a recipe
into your daily life
during its preparation 
so that 
we may add the flavor
and the texture 
of the past

when it is all gone
you 
can refill 
the sea salt shaker


Details | Free verse | |

If Life Was a Cookie

If life was a cookie, it might be chocolate chip
Filled with sweet bits of chocolate so gooey,
Homemade, though, with bitter parts unbaked
And sometimes might feel a mite too chewy.

If life was a cookie, it might be vanilla
With sugar sprinkles as a glittering cover,
But underneath, sometimes you'll find
A burnt underside, after turning it over.

If life was a cookie, it might be oatmeal
With raisins or chocolate--your choice.
Choose one or the other; it's your life
But taking a risk will lessen life's joys.

If life was a cookie, it might be cream-filled
With monochrome colors, like an Oreo.
We self-segregate for petty reasons,
Why? We don't really know.

If life was a cookie, it might be Chinese,
A fortune cookie, golden and wise
Flavor depends on the person who eats it
And fortune to those who look inside.


Details | Lyric | |

Trees and Dirt

Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust the sand, longing to birth.
Oil on skin, bare, 
sweat on your back, 
feels amazing.
Yes! Im back on track.
Sleeping cosy as a worm, 
unencumbered by any material possession or fixed term.
Free to explore, a magical universe, 
I must implore.
No home, no chores, no bills to pay. 
Just water, food gathered and warmth today.
A dusty cave, cute as a button, no slamming door, 
just love in your belly, to the very core.
I love this realm, 
just need more time, 
time to explore.
Trees and dirt  I sleep on the earth, the dust, the sand, longing to birth.
And return once again to mother earth.


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Harvest Hymn

When we were born into this world
we were crafted to fit together.
Fragrances of us enchant.
A seductive spice we long for and
find everywhere we nestle.
In loved ones ears, eyelids, neck, 
lips, arm pits, breasts  and yes 
an enormous bright balloon 
rests on our playful hands.
Outstretched— fills the whole sky
We're holding the Harvest Moon while
it bursts bright on crops in the darkest dome 
and incubates with night light
the chants that sing the harvest home.


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And Goliath Said

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Light Poetry | |

THE KITCHEN REPUBLIC

Woken to the diluted aroma of abinci
Closer to food like hair to head
Closer to the ever-long water queue
Always ahead of the food queue
A place with no King
The Kitchen Republic.

Corpers obey the reality call
Get accommodated somehow . . . somewhere
Fate took us to the Republic called Kitchen
All seems well with the Kitcheners
We were the envy of many Corpers.



Alayande Stephen T.
August 3rd, 2008
10.38pm

At the Kitchen Republic,
NYSC Camp, Yikpata, Kwara State.


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SUMMER

screeching seagulls dive at sushi scraps on a plate - the urchin watches
'One man's stomach does not work for the stomach of somebody else' - South African proverb. Please see the About section for the explanation of this haiku.


Details | Epulaeryu | |

The Last Supper - Epulaeryu

.
                                       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
                                         a piece of unleavened bread
                                             wine – fruit  of  the  vine
                                              a  feast  of  Holy Spirit
                                               fills  my  hungry  soul
                                               with your gift of love
                                                       redemption
                                                           Lord!
                                                           ~~~                  
                                                         Inspired
                                                  by the Holy Bible
                                             Luke:  Chapter 22: 7-23
                                            ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

                                             Awarded:  First Place
                                         John Heck's Epulaeryu contest


Details | Free verse | |

Be Thankful

Be thankful for the planet we live on.
Be thankful for the families we have.
Be thankful for the countries we live in.
Be thankful for the money we earn.

God gave us peace on Earth.
God introduced our moms to our dads.
God gave us many cultures to learn about.
God gives us skills to use wisely.

Be thankful for our special gifts.
Be thankful for rich and poor alike.
Be thankful for the food we eat.
Be thankful for the clothes we wear.

God gave us talents to share with the world.
God cares for the rich and poor;
No more or no less.
God gave us clothes to keep us warm.
God gave us food so we do not starve.

Be thankful for the homes we live in.
Be thankful for the transportation we use.
Be thankful for the children we love.
Be thankful for who we are.

God gives us shelter to keep kids off the streets.
God gives us cars, planes, and trains to get around.
God will soon make these children leaders of the future.
God made you and He made me.
We are the leaders of today.


Details | I do not know? | |

Meat

Waiting, waiting, waiting
Cold feet 
CUT
bleeding
Red blood seep
Curdles in heat
Strung out
I long
the sun, the sun
Calming
To warm my anaphylactic tongue


Details | Cinquain | |

Percolator

Coffee Every morning Perked in percolator Memories wafts on morn's cafe' Latte


Details | I do not know? | |

FEAR!!!!!

I RUN from FEAR.

I HUNT for FEAR.

I HIDE in FEAR.

I FIGHT cause of FEAR.

I'm FAR from you.

I'm SCARED cause of you.

You're the FEAR that I HUNT.

You're the FEAR that I FIGHT.

You're the FEAR that SCARED me for LIFE.

*Comment if you have any thought and if you like it. oh and some of the poems i write arn't 
always my feelings. their some times just to get through other people so they can have 
something to read that just fit's them.*

                                              -Angel4eva23


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The alterior motives conqueror

He's the product of a ladies man
He knows how to take command
Grab her hand
Livening up those strolls throuigh the sand
And for you he will speak to the sea in a voice so deep
It could lull troy to sleep
Although nothing will become of it you"ll love it
Since he did it for you in public
And now your defenceless
To his sexual advances to his advantage
He's not a player but a slayer
Wants her body for unmusical chairs
So young ladies stay youthful  be aware
More wolves than sheep and they bleachin all they hair
This beast that roams these unleveled streets
Has many names like hidden grief
Or he who eats but wont provide meat
The one who sleeps like born without feet
The passive addict with an aggressive come down
Your babies baggage that dont never come around
Mr no benefits and no working background
Or Mr she's headed east He's tryin to meet her westbound
He's that monster that would even ponder,
having her introduce her lil sister to the corner 
So I emplore you be stronger, live longer,
and be a alterior motives conqueror 


Details | Rhyme | |

Fight The Demons Diet

It was that time again to empty once more,
I was on my Knees on the bathroom floor.
Putting tissue down the Loo making sure nothing stayed afloat,
Then I slid my fingers down deep inside my sore throat.

Trying not to make a sound, Making sure no sick hit the ground,
And even though the taste was so vile I needed to empty till there was no more bile.
I had to be quick but the release felt great,
No-one understood me but I believed this was my fate.

Staring at my reflection, tears would roll down my cheek,
I'd hear the torments in my mind saying how I was such a freak.
The Demons they would say "Look at the state of you, 
You are disgusting ,You are a mess, No-one could ever love you".

When looking in a mirror at my body I would cringe,
Then turning desperately to the fridge I'd begin again to Binge.
I would eat so much till I was about to pop,
One more trip to the Loo then I promised myself I would stop.

I'd wish people would leave me be, They just didn't get that....
I had eaten too many calories and I was sick of being Fat!
So I had taken control of my diet, Obsessed with weight and measure,
Punishing myself after every treat, Desserts were no longer a Pleasure.

Over time people started talking about how I had become so thin,
So I pulled the curtains closed and I locked myself in.
Hiding myself away from neighbouring abuse,
I stopped all contact, I became a recluse.

Then a visit from my mother my Angel, who Id avoided for awhile,
Came knocking at my door, Arms open,
Oh I had missed her warming smile.  

I looked into my mothers eyes as she turned to me and sighed
"Oh sweetheart what has happened to you,
Your hair is falling out and your bones are showing through".
She placed her arms around me feeling my frail torso".
Then whispered to me gently " Please let your Demons go",
"Everything you are doing is damaging your health",
"You're deteriorating into of me, You're slowly killing yourself".

Turning away she began to cry,
Wiping away the tears falling from her eyes.
She told me how she lost her best friend to the very deadly disease.
I wrapped my arms around her, Comforting her as she grieves.

Seeing the hurt upon my mothers face,
The heartache I was causing her, The shame and the disgrace.
"Mum" I said "I will fight my Demons and make myself strong",
"I realise now what Ive been doing Is dangerous and wrong".
"Getting back to full health will take a long long time,
But with you and my family and friends I know Im gonna be just fine".

So Here I am Today at this Time and on this Date.
I am Making my Illness History and re-creating my fate.
Big Thankyou to my family and friends for all of your support.
I know now time is too precious to waste and our life on Earth is short.x


Details | Ottava rima | |

Dreams Glowing Brightly

Dreams wed forever partied in the park.
Hope's voice permeated life's freshest air.
Beloved friends, there rejoiced at love's spark.
The wedding guests adorned in formal wear.
Enjoying snacks and drinking way past dark
Oh sweet nostalgia, come again, so fair.
Beneath night-lights held tight by romance.
Couples glowing brightly, spinning…thoughts dance.


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Harvest Time

Honey combs swollen..sticky and sweet
Apples candied or  chopped for  mince meat
Raisins dried from my Daddy's grape vine
Verily I say.. it's again  harvest time..
Eager for Winter and sun shortened days
Storehouses busting we bring in the strays
Tilling and tending ... the work and the grime

Toiling and teamwork.. we receive Harvest time..
Intervals of hours.. of weeks and years
Miles of work.. with blood.. sweat and tears..
Every time to a season.. every season for a time
      ~With our hearts full of gladness.. 
            we celebrate Harvest Time!


Details | Couplet | |

He is {our dearest friend}

He is everything good inside you and I
The alpha and omega the earth and the sky

He forgives our trespass as well as our thoughts
Don't get confused for he can't be bought

He is the planets as well as the stars
I first found him inside prison bars

He is all that has been or could ever be
The sun and the moon the sky and the sea

He is the beauty we see in a flower
He created the universe with all of it's power

He is the teacher who teaches us best
He forgives us our sins and offers us rest

He is the one who offered his Son
To forgive us of things that we have done

For he is love in it's truest form
The comfort inside that makes us feel warm

He gives unto us the right to choose
The ultimate choice of win or lose

When you feel lonely and full of despair
Comfort is waiting in a single prayer

He is the one thing from which we can't hide
For he is the spirit that lives inside

He is the beginning as well as the end
For he truly is "our dearest friend"


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Children are precious

A volley of thrashes, the starved boy recalls,
his shrieks of terror, that didn’t pass the walls,
with no means for meals, tireless on his heels.
He should be freed, from the clutches of greed.

Each painful reminder, like a crawling spider,
with intentions malign, his touch too familiar,
but she couldn’t decline, with nothing to feed.
She should be freed, from men of that breed.

In the wake of their cries, pleading for a hand, 
as promises broken, they seem to understand,
let us sound this call, before worse does befall.
They should be freed, today let’s sow this  seed.

One bouquet of roses, each clinging to its stem,
to watch their smiling faces, each a precious gem,  
their faces sweet as honey, worth more than money,
They should be freed, to this truth may this lead.

Under strong powers of protection,
may they enjoy the resurrection,
to give them hope and determination,
lead them in the right direction.




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Strength Through Struggle

Your path may be rocky and tough right now. But one day soon, He’ll show you how, to seek His comfort and His love. It’s time to pray to God Above. You’ve been given “Wings” to help you fly. Now’s not the time to question why. Accept with gratitude the gifts you’re shown, and simply know, you’re not alone! His Angels are working, both day and night, to comfort you and relieve your fright. You’ve gone through some suffering and some pain. Now it’s your time to come in from the rain. With open arms they welcome you, Alone or with children, but there’s work to do. Awaken each day and see these gifts. Then share yours with others and your spirits will lift. For through His Grace you have a new day, But remember to thank Him as you pray. One day you will fully see your place, And know that through struggle, you’ll soon see His Grace!
Michelle D. ©December 2006 A Poem Dedicated to the Women and Children Of the WINGS Program (Women in Need Growing Stronger) A program dedicated to helping battered women and children, one family at a time www.wingsprogram.org


Details | Light Poetry | |

THE TEA ROOM


We all love it
to have tea out
in a nice location
this is nice no doubt

Somewhere with nice décor
pleasant and peaceful
sit with a friend
really is cool

Drink and eat
tea and cake
thankful are you
for the bake


poetgord


Details | Epigram | |

POVERTY

POVERTY



Poverty,
Merciless ruler of billions,
Your empire of want, across the globe
You have stretched
AS  
In your unpitying passage, 
No village
No town
No city
No nation
No continent is left 
Unoccupied 
By your 
Ruthless forces:  
Of suffering 
Of Misery
Of agony  
Of despair 
Of death. 

The innumerable subjects of yours
Subjugated are by
The powerful heartless few
Who
Their ruthless decrees:
Of cruelty
Of indifference
Of inconsideration and
Of shameful exploitation have been
For centuries unmercifully 
Applying,
Grinding your subjects in 
Their shameful mills
Of fathomless greed,  
Always, 
Taking the lions share, first, and then
For more are they asking,  
While 
The deprived multitude of starving 
Men
On empty stomachs they march 
The
Horrid enemy of starvation to face 
On 
Famine’s unforgiving front of death, 
Wishing thus
To die in the battle of survival with dignity,
Than 
In agony to live another day
Without 
Hope for dreams of 
Satiety! 

Oh, poverty,
Don’t ask me how did I come
The needy and your
Grimy nature so well to
Know, 
Cause 
If I were ever to be asked,
Here is my reply:
So well poverty I know you,
FOR    
Since birth, a loyal subject of yours
I have been and 
Still, a subject of yours,
REMAIN!


© Demetrios Trifiatis
      24 February 2013


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Aroma Of Soup

.
Out on the porch seeking inspiration,
                                      
                     enter warm house greeted by warmth,
                                                          
                                            aroma of homemade chicken and vegetable soup.


Contest: Anything about soup
Sponsor: P.D.


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Energy Of He

Water bearer’s drippings of dew
Still nourishment for just a few


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No more diets

No more diets!

Positive Habits
greens, grains, fruit, and  protein
I am Healthier!


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My goal is to help people have a healthier life. My website also has gov. approved 
websites for reference., links to recipes, food, good resources.In america Insurance 
plans charge for health coaching.. I want to do it for free! We all deserve the same 
chance! 
 Check me out and like me there to read my articles.

Thank you!  Thoubert Larus


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Poverty

Poverty

Delicious Food!
One more child dies of hunger-
Somewhere out there now!
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*** And what can you do??? Try not to waste it!!!

Thoubert Larus in tribute to the hungry children dying out there right now of 
starvation!


Details | I do not know? | |

Chaos

Immaculate
Random
Gorgeous
Heroic
Expanding mind
Taste Sampling
Divine
Forbidden pleasure
Amazing
Mind numbing
Glorious
Thought inducing
Seducing
Selfless
Explosion
Bright
Last Night


Details | Sonnet | |

Lazily Lay Two Yellow Jackets

The two yellow jackets lazily lay
Upon the chilled turnip leaf 
This November autumnial day
Waiting to be warmed in the noon day sun

Maybe they're in love hoping above hope
To be spared many eggs somewhere to lay
New life to come next spring_ summer in scope
Sometimes yellow jackets mix in raked hay

Where their nest was disturbed on a fall eve
By tractors with blades that cut luscious grass
Then are caught in spinning baler in weave
That makes them so mad they come out fighting

Two yellow jackets lazily lay waiting
Glad there is a chance for them this day_mating


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Not By Bread Alone (Religious Epulaeryu)

O, to sweat, one must commit 
For Earth’s scented wheat-- 
Taste good, even, without meat 
Yet live, not by it 
Alone, but must eat
God’s fruits, sweet--                    
 Eat!




Note: this Poem is based on Mathew 4:4 CEV                         


Details | I do not know? | |

KEEP THE MONSTER AWAY

              As the saying goes,an apple a day will keep the doctor away
                                   But what is a worm to do
                               I lie in a apple close to the core
               Ever so often i slither up to my brown bedroom door
                              I stick my head out to peek at the world
                              To my surprise,there's a monster out there
                                     Picking apples real fast
                                I held my breath,i could only gasp
                                     My heart was thumping
                  The apples were bumping in a basket down below
                   A monster reached out and grabbed my home
                    Opened his mouth,of long white teeth
                     Said ,''im hungry'', i need something to eat
                     My heart stood still,i couldn't breath
                     Thought this would be the end of me.
                                                                                                                                                    


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Dr Mark's Six Week Plan

The first week of the diet
I must cut out these four things.
Three of them are fine by me
but its the fourth that stings.

Cut out cigarettes, it says.
Fine by me , I don't smoke
and absolutely no caffeine.
That better be a joke.

No more alcohol,
I can live with that
and say goodbye to sugar
'cause that's what made you fat.

Learn to read the labels,
decifer what they say.
If you can't pronounce it,
on the shelf it must stay.

If the ingredients listed
number more than five
it's a good bet it's bad for you
if you're planning to survive.

Fruits and veggies are my friends,
at least they better be
because for the next six long weeks
they're probably all I'll see.

This time I'm determined
to see it through to the end
but I just know occasionally
these rules ,I'm going to bend.


Details | Couplet | |

Seagull and the Penguin

A sea gull flew over the ocean admiring his reflection every day.
Passing over the shore, he saw penguins at work and careful play.
What an ugly bird they are he suddenly proclaimed.
They can’t fly and still they strut… know they no shame!

One day the gull was swooping down angling for a fish…
When suddenly an orca whale knocked him in the briny brink.
Snapping and churning the orca would soon have his way.
The gull was surely lost, if he could not gain the air to stay.

Moments before the whale pod arrived the penguins chose to assist.
They chose to distract the whale, giving the gull a chance to resist.
The orca didn’t care which meal he had as long as there was one…
He finally beached himself upon the shore, and still he hadn’t won.

At that point the gull realized, the penguins were really seriously cool.
They could certainly fly in the water, if maybe not the air to rule.
Now friends for life… he would scout for them safe passage to their fish.
Indeed, the gull flew away that day a little wiser, knowing he’d been remiss.

Everyone in life is different. He surmised… It’s not a choice they’ve made.
But now he knows each demands respect… in their own separate way.


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Soul Food

Bagels and baguettes
Bap or fried bake,
The fruits of the flour
are easy to make

Chollah, chapatti  
Cinnamon bun
These global delights
make eating such fun

Filled with Caribbean sweet meat
like Guava jam,
Scottish smoked salmon; 
Or Danish roast ham

Add a fresh fruit salad,
 some sparkling wine
A candle, red roses and  
you’re ready to dine.



Details | I do not know? | |

Bread Box

I fell asleep in a bread box
filled with musty, fusty rocks
rye and wheat
        whole-grained loaves
pumpernickel
        from the village stoves

once hot;
          now cold

the Baker's life untold.


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Humming Bird Moths At Moon Rise

Luna flower spread open scented blossom
In response to the full moon's soft yellow glow
So much designed like a Sand Dollar
Amazing the resemblence even with first sight

Humming Bird Moths drawn to the glowing white
The irresistable beauty and appealing scent
Ten were buzzing, humming drinking nectar
From white beauty by only moonlight

Ants were working even at night 
Drawn to the goodness that will leave at dawn
Preparing a storehouse of goodness for winter
So that the species can survive to rule summer picnics

That scented sticky nectar must be delicious
Tasting like a very rich clover honey
So sweet that just a tiny amount sweetens
So many slices of simple bread

Amazing the blessings to enjoy from simplicity
The simplest things in life sometimes give goodness
That wealth can't provide
Sometimes wealth has gardens but not enjoyed


Details | Epigram | |

Abstract Be the Closed Minded

Selfish and greedy they grasp at one cause
Blind be the dead denying Natures laws


Details | Rhyme | |

Being good with no soul

  
I captured it in white foam
For its safe journey to my home
And to my abode
I rode
When I opened it only to spy
it look back at me with it's one glazed eye
With a sweet odor it gave no sign of  fear
For it had no ear to hear
Of it's pending destruction.
It had no soul to carry on, in it's construction
After all, whether powder or glazed to promote it
It's only a doughnut


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Taking Joy

One can take joy as eyes
glow and sparkle
One can take joy 
in smiles for no reason
Wish I could throw a bolt of 
love
At the residents of this city, 
this city, this state, this country,this world
      Life is a privilege
      together we can partake 
          of the banquet 
  As stars come out at night 
and the summer draws slowly to a close
Let us taste the sweet wine 
of love, of sex, of nature, of joy 
As you enjoy 
    the fruits of life 
touch the reality 
you may have missed 
in your younger, more hasty days 


Details | Couplet | |

Soup Feeding

Yes any soup is great for a nasty cold.
Just be careful that it is not really old.
Home canned soup can be really great.
Though if the seal is gone, don’t equate.
Store bought can soup can make the heat.
With protein sandwiches definitely compete.
Frozen homemade soup if heated up just right,
Can completely win over any colds plight,
Feed a cold, starve a fever is what they say.
I believe these words truly in every way.
Maybe we should all try some old remedies.
The aged of our past had knowing of amenities.


Dedicated to PD

**GET WELL SOON ~PD..


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Dental Floss

Eat a poppy bagel
And you’d sure be at a loss
If you did not have access to
A string of dental floss.

Toothpicks aren’t strong enough
To dig out all the seeds.
Dental floss, in mint or plain,
Is what a person needs.

You can tell the flossers
From the dental-flosser-nots;
The latter group, when smiling,
Will flash teeth with polka dots!


Details | Rhyme | |

Syrupy Lips

Syrupy goodness touched morn's lips Sweetness lifted nights veil Memories flood heart and mind's eye 'Pon these this day will dwell
Sponsor: Carol Brown Contest: Lips July 19, 2012 Written by: Sara Kendrick


Details | Light Poetry | |

Nancy and Lyles Wedding

Nancy and Lyle are friends of mine. They had both been widowed. When they married it was very obvious that they were meant to be together. They had a mashed potato bar at their reception. I thought that it was a fun idea.

I went to a party the other night and it was quite nice and well above par, And my favorite thing for the guests to enjoy was a mashed potato bar. Into a champagne glass a generous scoop of mashed potatoes was placed, Then I could add any topping to it that I wanted and season it to my taste. So I took some green onions and some bacon bits and then just to please, I added a dollop of sour cream and a scoop of melted nacho cheese. To tell you how great it tasted would be to put the horse behind the cart, I have to explain that my mashed potato creation was truly a work of art. Those who were seated by me were nearly overcome by their temptation, When I ate my mashed spud Mona Lisa the taste filled me with elation. I went to get a second helping and duplicate the flavor and the joy, But when I got to the serving table what I saw only served to annoy. The ingredients that were set out had been completely changed, Now I had to deal with the fact that everything had been rearranged. And so to this mashed masterpiece I added pork that was wrapped in salty bacon, I covered the whole thing in savory gravy it was another masterpiece in the makin’. It seems I’ve threaded the needle and the odds for a second time I’ve topped, The shifting choices of life have slowed me down but have not left me stopped. Can you imagine the luck that I must have, to find something that was so nice, Only to have my life get rearranged but then to find something that nice twice? So raise a champagne tater glass to Nancy and Lyle and wish for them the best, And hope that the gravy of their lives remains lump free for they are truly blest.


Details | I do not know? | |

Poetry Soup

poetry soup nourishes the soul delivering smooth and creamy fodder in a community bowl for all to share i am a crouton


Details | Narrative | |

Making money off the church contest

At the end of every service each Sunday afternoon,
While walking out the back doors many sing a special tune,

Tables are set up with food and toiletries on top,
It becomes like a free food store or a gift shop,

Some Sundays there is bread, cakes and different brands of cereal,
Other times there are candles, clothes and cosmetic material,

Whatever the blessing, it is open to anyone from the congregation,
This is just an extra, not the church’s obligation

Now some people who attend are very poor, while others just have hard weeks,
Even if you’re wealthy you’re more than welcome to take a peek.

One Sunday there were boxes of sweet scented candles
I watched as a woman took more than she could handle

I offered to help her bring the boxes to her car
I knew that she had parked very far

When I got to her trunk what I did see, were ten boxes, each holding about twenty!
At first I laughed and found it kind of funny

“You must enjoy lighting candles" I said, she said "no it’s all for money"
My eyes opened wide and I asked her to clarify,
She proceeded to tell me everything she gets free, she puts on the internet for others to buy,

Now I ask you is she a genius or a criminal?
Is this something that should be viewed as minimal?

This is like Robin Hood stealing from the poor to make himself rich,
I don’t think that I am wrong for seeing a serious glitch,

The stuff that’s supplied is to help  people that are struggling,
Yet this lady thinks its ok that she is smuggling,

That was the last box I ever offered to carry,
I hope that these act's of hers will somehow tarry.

By: Sabina Nicole
Contest:
Genius or criminal " True Story"


Details | Free verse | |

Snacks

Potato chips,
Crisp and salty,
A few are burnt,
Therefore faulty...

Pretzels twisted
Around your neck,
But crispy and fresh,
Oh what the heck...

M & Ms upside down
Are W & W's,
I have to frown...

All I want, a piece of cheese,
All I've got, the sneeze of Louise
Wouldn't  mind an ice cold beer,
Sip of champagne,
But I fear,
Lucky to get a drop of water
From a dirty puddle,
Oh, I'd love,
My sweetheart to cuddle

Sardines, salami, Ritz and more,
All those snacks I used to adore,
An empty cupboard,
Doors do groan,
Once again,
I am alone...

Just as well, appetite did fade,
Even for a chug
Of GatorAid

One last pack
Of long grained rice,
Not a food
I find so nice

One can fade away
In American life,
Resources unequal
Changes in your wife...

Have an olive,
Have a roll,
Put on some cold-cuts,
Satisfaction
Your sole goal...

Gnawing on my Slim Jim
I wonder if anyone alive
Ever met him...
Popcorn seems a
likely choice,
Popping in the micro
It's only voice.

All a dream,
I have no food,
I'm left in hunger
For me to brood.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Drinking from the Baby Bottle

Holidays come and holidays go, but the grocery store is a war zone.
You got to get there fast… or Honey you’re just plain out of luck!
My diabetic hubby drinks caffeine free diet soda and what luck…
You know the ones he takes to work... Only the little bottles are left…
I knew I was truly sunk when the 3rd store was just the same.
So as lunch came around, my manly man’s manly sized lunch came out.
But everyone became quiet and laughed as the baby sized bottle came out.
Everyone was laughing as my hubby drank it down.
Then he held it up and said “In your diapers” as everyone laughed around.
And to everyone’s surprise he pulled another one out from his lunch…
This time there was applause as he drank that sucker down.
Today was his day to entertain.
Tomorrow it’ll be someone else’s to claim.
Thank goodness his sense of humor… is worthy of acclaim…



Details | Epulaeryu | |

Religious Epulaeryu

The light of first beginning
Still feeds us with love:
Hot Fish and Bread and white wine
As blessed meal of mine.
I eat with my dove 
The sweet grains,  
Lord. 


Details | Epulaeryu | |

Romanian "Ice and Desire"

"Striptease of sweetcherries" hot
With white dress ice-cream;
Liqueur-Impetuous fire;
This splendid old team,
In which desire
Is just small
Sip


Details | Prose Poetry | |

CharlaXTitles11

 
Inches make feet without inches there is no foot without beginnings there is no work without measure there is no dearth without a ruler there is no worth there must be rules and there are rules but eye will let them all apply to them my enemies at work and never eye. The horse runs well it has a heart so then they fill syringes from the start to inject the muscles of the neck to make the beast faster than the wind oh heck the animal is dead it never hit the ground but flew too fast and lost the race and life. Desert life is winterless but not without some weather life the sun is always shading and the water is found in sub altern placing near the animals for killing under the ledge of apprehension near the fire of desperation comes the frog and toad and watercrest nut sandwiches. Eye had been to the desert on a horse with no namme it felt good to be out of the rain. Voices come out at me from the air into mye membrain eye call it Disraeli musick it is usually someone in the area with a boom box or even cars with the windows rolled down can be the culprits they hound me when eye am hicking place to place. There is other answers to the crazxy place eye hear noises mad mostly by people in the other cubicles the walls are just invisible the talking is allowed. The thief cannot sneak in sneakers they squeak like he is sweating in his shoe laces. This brings me to mye priority eye. The reason that no one wants to be a Detective is the movies the guy may have had DAMES by the score but he had fights and was so sore the men were ruthless and left him spinning on the side of every road. The streets of New Nuevo York has gum shoe on them. The American idea of Indians and wampum has brought us to the test of food in rest or rants of foreign style they smile and bring the menu back to make certain that the orders write the man has pointed several times at five bills a whack. One from Column A and 2 from Column B brings us to a bill of $23. Well eye wanted some meat too but you are so expansive. Rice and curry hot mustard radishes. Try finding food in the summer time how careful now that eye a homeless one should be then tossing caution to the winding blowing wind when it seems only wrapped so tightly to keep flies at night away. To feed myself is easy to offer some to others almost impossible a few times eye have asked to share they slide that nostril in the air and leave the food to the one that found it in the lair of tossed and discarded things the general city the loose leaf cabbage so nicely adds a bite to the membrain of mye priority eye. 


Details | Epulaeryu | |

Romanian Hunger

Lamb well roasted with wine : tears...
New potatoes red;
Savory grave,dill gravy
Green salad wears;
Forgive us...
God !...


Details | Rhyme | |

On Top of My Pizza

On top of my pizza
filled with bacon and cheese
sits a juicy pineapple ring
filled up with garden peas

This gives much wanted colour
to my anticipated big bite
the base is so thick
raising one's mouth a new height

The juice from my pineapple ring
runs all over my pizza
adding zest to its taste
giving it a new added feature

Now the ring slips slowly down
to fall off the plate
on to the floor below the table
I'm sitting at with my date

Then it moves over to the other side
where sits my date a real beaut
who thinks I'll have that
but finds it stuck to her foot

So I cut it from her foot
making her footloose and fancy free
with my knife and fork
made her eyes see only me

Love came via a pineapple ring
to cherish and keep we joyfully sing


AUTHOR NOTES: written with the  childrens song in mind 'on top of spaghetti'
with a slight change of focus!


Details | Verse | |

Pink Slime

Pink Slime, Pesticides
And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs

And we wonder why there is an increase
in learning disabilities among children today 
I say it’s because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is
compromised by demand, money, greed or fame. 
I do understand that demand is high 
so we have to do somethin’

So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption
So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and  herbicides and other sh#! that’s hard to digest  

I mean what’s really the cause?
There’s more kids with disabilities today than there ever was  
I say it’s because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed. 

Pink Slime and Pesticides..We’re eating stuff that’s been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs


Details | Cowboy | |

Untitled

Tainted love 
or tired love?
Smug attitudes
and weak games
Look at you!
Your such a lame!
Me cry?! Ha! Not no more!
NOT EVER!
Five point five years
What a joke?!
All you do is lie
Keep smoking your life away!
Wake up before its too late!
Before this love turns into hate!
Your too old to act this way!
Your too comfortable
You cant stay!
In my life!
In my way!
Goodbye to you!!!


Details | Couplet | |

Sally version 2

Gracious Sally; my black haired Sally.
You've dawned a bright red cap.
My chicken balls; my coffee please.
A fortune before my nap.
You've tinged your bell; the coffees ready.
The customers turn their heads.
It's you I see; you waiting free!
with chicken balls in their breads.
And when at cash you call for me
and nod a tray you pass.
That after money and after thanks
your smile comes with a laugh.


Details | Ottava rima | |

We Are The One

As we gather, the sun heats sweet beats
Blazing lands ye spread far west test rest
These winds that blow changes though, will steel
The cry of banshee, they dare rust trust
They not see the light of day hither wither
Signs knew not, manifest He speak seek
Plainly in view will be done son Sun
To be undone this cloaked veil, gowns crowns


Details | Tanka | |

Diet Tanka

To eat or not eat
These are the words I mumbled
I am on diet
This shouldn't be difficult
Took some then down I crumbled


Details | Rhyme | |

Morning Massacre

A rainstorm in the morning helps to wash away the night,
a rainbow seems to promise that this day will turn out right.
Our feathered friends all gathering in search of morning treat,
could anything go wrong today?  Just look below your feet.

Wonderful for all who greet this frenzy with delight,
to watch the pretty birds catch worms, oh what a lovely sight!
For as the waters seeps below we worms rise one by one
and try to seek a ‘safer’ place dried by the morning sun.

Heavy rain is death to us, it creates a muddy sea
of sodden soil, a watery grave for those who can’t get free.
But terror hangs above our home as birds all flock around,
they know that we have got no choice, we’ll be their killing ground.

Before our heads have seen the light their beaks begin to tear,
they rip my family into shreds before they get ‘their’ air.
This feast is at our fatal cost, our numbers dwindle down,
if only we weren’t forced to rise from safety underground.

Today I was the lucky one, the one they never caught,
I’ll live to squirm another day alone with life and thought.
To live my days in solitude, to have no friends around,
and still to face the terrors of that ‘pitter patter’ sound.

So if you’re happy with your friends but feel that you are down,
unless you’re ‘forced’ to rise above the place that you have found,
it’s safer to accept your lot for sometimes you can’t see,
the place you struggle to achieve could leave you alone… like me.

Ivor G Davies.


(A Family Crisis?)


Details | Cowboy | |

gladiator

our skills..talents..gifts,that we have..
these are our tools..weapons..instruments
and we just want to live..
put into a situation in wich we did not choose our roles..
some of us are the fans and the royalty
they watch people like me do what needs to be done...
people like me..we just want to live
so we use our weapons and do what we have to..
we didnt choose for it to be like this..
we watch the fortunate  crowd the seats of this coliseum called life..
and they watch us jump back and forth through shades of color..
they judge us...
but we just want to live


Details | Senryu | |

Breaking World Records

breaking world records…
the world sportsman of the year,
drugs related feat?


Details | Haiku | |

Attachments Bind

. 
                                          Attached by small stem
                                            Sustainability...free
                                           Floating on wind land


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Basic Mission

Have all my needs
All my deeds set
With seeds of life


Details | Canzone | |

Embracing Lust Or Being Just

Temptations again they do be daily
Ode to Jesus Christ dare I not fail they
Surround by sin how can I win
With faith and truth of heart
No matter how the enemy comes at me
Be I righteous and show charity


Details | Haiku | |

Coffee Addict

So aromatic Always keeping you awake A coffee addict


Details | Rhyme | |

Whisper

Whisper.

Let us whisper you and I 
In a dark little corner and no candle light.

W'll wait until  dawn and watch the sunrise. 
Then catch a gentle breeze or watch a fading star.

We pick some flowers and catch a butterfly

We cross a small stream, sparkling water 
catches the corner of your eyes.

We make a sailing boat from paper then
write a little song.

Soon will be breakfast, then at dinner w'll say a prayer,
And at night time w'll light a fire, and then we retire.


Details | Epulaeryu | |

Got JELLO

Sisters    J  E  L  L  O    cake  madness
Illuminates smiles
Baked golden brown then cooled
Portholes  jello jammed
Marshmellow skirting
Lip smacking
Good











Details | Ode | |

A DRINK IN THE MORNING

Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee;
just as an aroma from within, makes the air,

smell of flowers in the spring

...blossoms,
blooms,

time,

...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting,
and the tasting is to stirring the dream,
flavor,

making flavored coffee
soul,

a drink in the morning.


Details | Burlesque | |

Hungry Vagrant~

My tummy growls an empty swirl
Hunger stews inside my tummy
Weak from a lack of nutrients 
My heavy head seeks rest
With frailty ......I search incessantly 
Whence comes my next meal?
The question lingers with vigor
I ache for something to devour
Indulging the smell of restaurants 
Walking slowly past…..wondering ….
Could I eat an empty table’s leftovers? 

Not having enough wits to debate it
Taking initiative, I step over the railing
Grabbing a bread stick left on a plate
I fill my innards …..nothing satiates me
Looking up from the outside patio, 
Bread in my hand and my cheeks full, 
My eyes fixated on the waiter watching
I continue to chew and swallow what's left
Tucking the rest into my pocket
I step nonchalantly over the patio rail
Back onto the sidewalk with pride
Smiling content with my vitality intact.....
                                         .......... I walk on


Details | Alliteration | |

Love, Like the Arils in a Pomegranate

Love, like a pomegranate can be bitter sweet. 
Its tang lingers long after laughter swells. 
The soul puckers pleasantly with each bite.
A luscious love, precious and unique, thrives.  
Life’s enchantment surrounds sweet-tart living,
Likened to the whitest pulp around twirls of tasty arils.
The future surrounds a delicious serving of dreams.
Where seeds of friendship are consumed in sweetness.

The pomegranate willfully waits, wanting to be devoured.
Wildly proclaiming ecstasy since the butterflies’ first visit.
Fabulous fantasies frolic from first inklings to forever. 
Reality rushes its rivers of waters roaring through rapture.
And springs forth this rare exotic fruit, ripe, raw and savored.
Budding beautiful love, which sings songs and satisfies longings.
Lively and luscious, unconsumed love triumphs over lust.
Spiritual passions simmer in life’s sizzling heat.

Tasting, like believing in enchantment, brightens beginnings.
Waiting awakening, flavors life like spicy pomegranate seeds.
Delightful daydreams dance upon the redness of love’s peel.
And reality races to anticipation’s castle in the sky… imaginings ravishing. 
Faith hopes that happiness hovers where respect and honors hold.
Perfection placed where enchantment becomes reality and fears forget.
Love’s season is savored more deeply and sincerely as lovers learn.
That beneath the hard peelings in life, sweetness grows, everlastingly.

© August 22, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen


Details | Haiku | |

Ripe Muscadines

.
                                      

                                     Ambrosial essence
                                 To the eyes nose palate...
                                 Deers jump six foot fence


Details | Romanticism | |

In the Air

When at last we reached our bipedal stage
we stood with fists raised in the air
We bowed to the brightest stars in the sky
as we worshiped both heaven and earth

We chanted tales to the crescent moon
as we danced to the rhythm of falling rain
yet we stood with fists raised in the air
till the thunder-bird crashed in the plains

When bear and wolf were sacred beasts
while soil and water our precious friends
brought life to mouths of full belief
respect for creatures throughout the land

We stored the harvest and consumed the hunt
praised the god of food and the lord of death
yet we stood with fists raised in the air
till the goddess of truth and justice appeared

Primitive tribes much more advanced
where family the woven fabric of life
stitched tattered ends to meager means 
as they held out hope for all species

Yet we cast aside our former faith
dumped toxins for the wind to propel
stole lives for seconds on the silver screen
as we stood on the shore of our living hell

When technology defeated philosophy
we stood with a finger raised in the air
flaunting our thoughtless victory
over a social war - never declared


Details | I do not know? | |

Putting yourself in someone else's American Dream

I’m a young woman living the American dream
working in a fast food restaurant 
this is not what I dreamed of but 
I got to be supporting my family, 
to make them proud

Working in the McDonalds restaurant is my American dream
Flipping Big Macs, Serving them, calling customers names, 
and writing on the burgers with mayonnaise
They don’t know what’s in the burgers 
so they won’t know what’s inside that will kill them 
I dropped a few burgers on the floor
I don’t tell them, just pick it back up 
& act like nothing happened, they won’t know

McDonalds is my American dream
Ice cubes from the dispensers are as cold as the winter skies
playing a role for the drinks, that are nastier then you think 
not knowing where your meat comes from 
but the workers still cooks them serve it on a bun for you
that’s my job and the American dream
nothing can beat that! 
That’s the American dream I’m living in, what about you?


Details | Rhyme | |

I Don't Thank God

I don't thank God for the nourishment on my plate.
I don't thank God for the food I just ate.
I thank instead the plants and animals who had to die
in order for me to live and survive.
I look forward to my demise actually
because no more lives then will ever end because of me.


Details | Narrative | |

My Birthday Wish

I sit on the floor and wait from dusk to dawn, for a new day will soon be reborn. I count all 
the blooming flowers, and count down the long hours, while mum takes her shower. 
Today's the day, for it's my birthday. I hope I get A car, or A guitar or maybe even become 
A movie star, but that's asking A bit too much of me. I walk around singing out A loud, 
acting proud feeling as if my heads in A cloud. To my surprise I start stumbling over my 
words and begin mumbling. Maybe mum just forgot about me, or are they just hiding the 
presents from me? I walk through the hall, with my head dragging looking at the floor, 
and go to bed with my heart feeling torn. It's getting late and I can no longer wait. I turn 
off my light, and close my eyes and cry having so much things go through my mind. I 
drift to sleep but then I see, mum walking in my room in the middle of the night with A 
light. It's so bright. She raises my heart like A kite, taking of it flight and she says, good 
night, and turns of the lights. She raised my hopes high and then shot them out of the 
sky. I break down and cry, it feels as if I've just died. No one remembered why today was 
A special day for it was my birthday. I look at the sky and wonder why? I light my candle 
and close my eyes, tears dripping down onto my thighs, and I start to whisper in my 
mind. "I don't want A car, or even A guitar. I don't even want to become A movie star. I 
just want to be free of this disease called poverty, I just want people to stop running away 
from me. Free me of aids so I can stop feeling afraid. Stop me from being poor, so I can 
afford to stop sleeping on the floor. Make me smile for there is no reason to smile, but 
please make my life worth while. Take me away from Africa, for all I see is people being 
raped and all the kids hearts filled with hate, I'm loosing my faith for I am living each day 
even though there is nothing to live for". A Tear drops on my candle, And puts out the 
flame I whisper in pain,This is "My Birthday Wish"
 
We wish for luxuries that only money can afford. They wish for water for they are poor. 
People need to learn to smile, for kids living in poverty have A legitimate reason not too. 
Be happy for what we have, and never complain for what we don't have.
 
- Wiko Te Maru


Details | Senryu | |

Faster Than the Others

crack the egg
chick embryo in the slime
there's a sign

crack one more
this one's safe to eat I'm sure
chew it fast


Details | Rhyme | |

WHAT MAKES ME GET UP

What makes me get up
is the strongest coffee cup,
and the enthusiasm to live a full day:
either indoor to write, or outside to play.


Watching movies is fun, but laziness stores fat in my belly,
sitting on the coach, eating potato chips and drinking cola;
junk food won't harm my body if used moderately...
is there a sunnier, warmer place than California?


What wakes me up is the noise of a robin
tapping on my foggy window with his tiny beak;
if he's hungry, he'll flap...if he stands still, it means it'll rain,
hoping I'll invite him in and warble another tune he learned down the creek.


Vacations are far away, late July on my calendar of active man...
choose North or South, snow or sunshine?
Go skiing, or play gulf all day then dine
at the nearest restaurant, but my choice would be zesty Italian.


Isn't my lifestyle exciting and busy, not envying the rich,
or resent the luxuries they can afford along with caviar and champagne?
My pleasures are simple and inexpensive, like the sandiest beach...
you can come along and experience the thrill of an enjoyable day in slow lane.


Details | Light Poetry | |

THE CORNER GROCERY STORE

If we don’t have time for the supermarket,
there’s a store on the corner for what we can get.
For years, it has stood.
The quality and service are good.
We get what we need and more
at the CORNER GROCERY STORE.


Details | Rictameter | |

Thorn Of A Rose

A thorn of a rose.
Its a soul that's truly lost.
A person long forgotten.
A place of love & loss.

Something that can't be seen.
Something that can't be solved.
The most painful of all loves.
A thing that is soon lost.

Once you enter into it.
You are soon consumed.
A prisoner to the pain,
And the love that you consume.

The thorns rip and tear you.
Your heart becomes in shreds.
Love is soon the enemy,
And loss is soon the friend.

The rose is soon the symbol,
Of your dying love.
And all the thorns represent,
The pain that you succumb.

You wont seem to trust people.
You won't seem to have friends.
People will be enemies.
You wont trust your best friend.


Details | Rhyme | |

Too Much Sugar

The world seems to thrive on
sugar's debilitating taste.
This sweet drug corrupts the body,
turning good health into diabetic waste.

The sudden burst of pure energy
ebbs within minutes of the tongue's caress.
Sluggish movements crawl through the limbs,
causing physical and emotional duress.

Sugar's addicting kiss spikes the blood,
playing twister with the chemicals inside.
This nectar of man made confection
swallows health within pleasure's temporary tide.

Sugar calls out with lips of sweet passion,
increasing the body's craving for more.
But too many sweets cause a meltdown
within the human body's insulin core.


Details | Senryu | |

dine out 'pon good food

dine out 'pon good food salad soup entre' dessert chocolate molten cake getting dressed for date all my pants shrunk at cleaners lie down to zip up
Sponsor: Michael J. Falotico Contest: "What Makes You Smile, What Makes You Frown"


Details | Free verse | |

Rambling Man

I rocked along
a rolling countryside
smirking and winking
into the eyes of a
simple rambling 
man.

Simplicity...
the mommentary 
answer to cure 
the raccous chaos
that mingles from
the complicated 
clutter of 
memmories mass.

Soft eyes with out
a clumsy tangle 
of past's nets.

Simple, small
town, nation
travelin niave,
simply innocent
and sweet,

Sweet as the summer 
corn that rides
the illuminated
illinois horizon.

The stalks
reaching cobs 
into the sunset
straining and
growing roots
into damp earth.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Lifes troubles

We live in a fearsome world where nothing seems right
And you don’t feel safe especially at night.
It is full of bloodshed and violence 
With anger and war,  can this world
Take much more.
The damage cannot be undone, the effects of
Pollution has already won as the ozone layer
Is fading away with the sunlight turning
To grey  as summerdays we once knew
Are few, rather we have rain that flows
Like rivers that never end, floodings
Across the globe affecting people’s livelihoods,
Homes
 and peace of mind  people
Truly wish to find as darkness and despair
They cry out Does anyone really care,
Wondering what life will throw their way
Next as life is so full of change as unforeseen
Occurrences befall us all without much warning
At times.


Surely we can agree that the world seems beyond help and 
The evil acts that take place is a cry in shame and 
Brings sheer disgrace to the human race.
What can be done in this ever-changing world that we live,
Can we improve and make it a better place to live
With happy smiley people with hearts full of
Love wanting to give to others 
Treating eachother as though they were a sister
Or brother.
Living in Peace and harmony 
With plenty of food to feed
A multitude no matter what their race
They have a place to call home
With food on the table and
A bed at night to keep them warm.

Life would be much better adding meaning and to
Make living more worthwhile, 
 Bringing much joy  really making you smile.
Always have hope in your heart
That someday we can all be part of a world
Where we live in
Peace and Happiness and life everlasting 
That will not cease.


Details | Haiku | |

Watermelon

On a summer’s day
A slice of watermelon
Under the hot sun.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

1one2two9nine

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1one2two9nine 
 
 
CharlaXFabels 
 
 
WiseorFoolish 

 DOING WHAT THE JESUS SAID 
Eye am risking the loss of some merits to at least prove to some of you that to do 
the works of JESUS is the right and lawful thing to do the man was just like me 
he seems to be a homeless and eye asked him to share my food he said no he 
was taken care of a food card from the service. Eye wound up giving nothing but 
a courtesy yet my blessing is unending the words that JESUS speaks are meant 
to be the life we breathe and giving is so certainly the thing to do. Not bragging 
unnecessarily just letting people knoe to do the works he says to do. Offer 
someone food if they can take it it will help you if they refuse it you can eat it 
seems to me there is nothing there to lose. Now the food eye have to eat is better 
for the act of sharing even the man is not eating with me the food it's doubly 
better in proportions. Show me the house that's built on stilts that's built on sand. 
There is a temporary church that meets inside the main church building they 
usually start the service at nine thirty today they went out on a run away there was 
no church service even eye usually go just to knell down near the table and thank 
Jesus for the offering there there is Coffee and some coffee cake and other 
things as well but today eye am on mye own attempting more than one thing at a 
time it seems beyond the eye trying to stay hooked into the wonder of this life for 
it seems like GOD is just like Santa Clause to me when we have it in our heart to 
do he sees it just the same. 
Eye still carry my raincoat my umbrella even though it has not rained for many 
weeks I'm ready. The place eye like to visit has been pulled out from under me 
the preacher needs to visit his own prayer room just to see how dark his heart is 
to become without his love. He warned me not to trespass and so far eye have 
not been back but the wonder of it all is that the place still seems to stand a 
monument to decadence a monument to disgrace. They knoe that eye am 
homeless eye still walk the street without a place. The blankets in the dump 
seem so nice when eye am cold. Foolishness or wisdom tell me preacher what 
would you do when the sky was falling would you stick your turkey neck up to the 
rain and then just drown or would you find a church with a poor doorway to get 
dry. The path is narrow the climb is steep and harrow the preacher fast asleep. 
Eye cry a homeless to the end of time. 



Details | Free verse | |

Harvest

  When I think of Fall's harvest,

  Corn is at the top.

  Pumpkins are seen everywhere...

  Sweet Potatoes too,

  Roast Turkey...non-stop!

  Gracious Lord,

  "Thanks"!

                                     


Details | Haiku | |

Ocean Rights

Ocean Rights

I swim for my life
Free and following the waves
Don’t kill me with oil

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We are all equal life in this planet. We might be smarter, but nature is stronger than 
us!  
                    Thoubert Larus


Details | Quatrain | |

My Special Meal

Familiar aroma oozes from the fry pan,
Secretion of enzymes makes me lick my lips,
Fried plantain and Jollof rice I love more than Dan,
Mum knows how to spice it well before she sleeps.

I rushed down to the kitchen without waiting,
I can`t miss my sumptuous rice after a game,
Mum sent me out to shower or I get nothing,
Fidgeting;hoping the quantity will be the same.


Contest:"A pleasant childhood Memory" sponsored by Sara Kendrick


Details | Free verse | |

The creation of me

I am the offspring of an in breeding of misery an pain

Often fed misleading answers should be clinically insane

Twice artillery left me bleeding reasoning couldnt explain

Married to life its cheating I dont even complain

 

I am not without fear

I still say what no one wants to hear

To God Im striving to be near

They cut sampsons hair so in return I tear

 

I am not without fault

Wont contain my thoughts

Have created my own enormous rocks

That became stumbling blocks

 

I am not without strength

I press an issue with no bench

Mentally turn screws no wrench

Attempts to defecate with no stench

 

I am not without love

Get high off compassion like a drug

The cost of this passion only a hug

Just trying to meet the one above


Details | Free verse | |

Breakfast time and a bowl of cereals

Waking with a start,preparing to face the end
eating next to nothing,cracking the bottle of optimism.
Life looked away in revulsion as the villainies committed
and lost into the book of vanity.
With the naked eye i see the world every morning,revolutionized
but big words puff me up as thought i was you.
A jarring note,a shot of morphine and get out of the rut
a perjury of illusion,the only blemish on your face.
I was deceived into the belief of something invisible.
Swashbucklers,mock heroics,phony patriots and cells
that proliferate so rapidly.
Populous mash potatoes,the decomposition of the corpse,
i can't take much more.
Filth has no sense of delicacy,i never boasted that
and the inanity of convenience put a bullet through my head again
So i open the window of pessimism.

We live with the manners of a swine,
enough to keep body and soul together.


Details | Rhyme | |

Gushing Destruction

As the oil gushes freely from the hole
The ocean currents disperse it abroad
Fish, birds all sea creatures await tole
This time the tole awaits for thee and all

No just sealife, waterfoul, oysters, clams
This could mean less food on our grocer's shelf
Of course, there will be biscuits, even jam
But what about fish, oysters fried by a chef

As that oily sustance keeps spreading
All around the Gulf who's to say where will stop
It could bounce all around the globe
Might take a year or two but who even knows

That oil might slip into that slow boat to China
On the submarine in the deepest ocean
Maybe get on your bassboat moored under oak tree
As the cooing Dove calls to me how long 'twill be

When the end will come no one knows
This could be the start of those woes
Spoken of in Revelations when one-third
Of the sea creatures meet their destruction


Details | Light Poetry | |

the Curry man from trinidad

 I leave my home in Trinidad
 And I come to live in America
 And now I working at Kmart
 Whole day at a cash register

 But I do have a lot of problems
 Every time I get hungry to eat
 all it has is a bunch of junk food
 Or bread with some artificial meat

 So I decide to take all my money
 And invested it in a food van
 Is about time I introduce to America
 The tasty cooking of we Trinidadian

 And I though for the first few days 
 That business will be real slow
 Boy, but I was so wrong
 now I see people line up for so

 So I open up with trini breakfast
 Smoke herring with tomato and roti
 Baggi, Pumpkin, baigan and aloo 
 Fried bodi ,doubles and fever grass tea

 It’s the first time they tasting Doubles 
 The chutney burning some of them nose
 One guy look like he from Russia
 Drop some curry channa on his cloths

 I get all the recipes from my brother
“naz cuisine” The best food in Trinidad’
Some people start complimenting
 Saying, it’s the best they ever had

 A white man faced turns red
 Eating the double with plenty pepper
 But he says how he likes it
 It has a very nice flavor

 And For lunch I roll out the big guns
 All different kind of talkari
 Goat, duck chicken and fish
 Bake and shark, bush up shut and dhalpurrie

 Two Puerto Rican girls
 One looks like Mariah Carey
 They order dhal, rice, and goat meat
 Saying how they love the curry

 And every body line up
 They love the curry real bad
 And every body talking about the curry
 the curry man from Trinidad

 From my stove comes hot roti
 Tomato choka and fry plantain
 Since morning people line up
 Waiting for the Trinidad cooking

 And now is evening everything sells out
 I didn’t even keep one roti for me 
 And now I feel real hungry
 So I guess I will buy a bucket of KFC


Details | Haiku | |

Circles Turn

Hoe bites, turning earth
Rain falls bringing life anew
Cool on sunburned skin


Details | Haiku | |

Under Blue Sky

Birds of a feather
All do not flock together
There be two kinds

The lawgiver says
Clean be the distinguished ones
Doves similar to

Others carnivores
Possessed tyrants they do be
Which type of bird you?


Details | Haiku | |

The mom kingfisher

A mom kingfisher
Tried to catch a fish from pond
But dropped it at last!


Details | Rhyme | |

So Sweet


 So sweet
  The lonesomeness of the city light street
 has me hearing the sound of my heart beat,
 I quickly fall to sleep, I wake up and stand
 looking outside from my widow balcony.
 
 I see two homeless men standing in line
 whom I randomly see in this street,
 scuffling in their packets from a handouts,
 for good bite to eat as they gladly retrieve their treat
 which is a pleasant cite for flooded eyes to see
 moreover on the opposite side of the street,
 I see people set down enjoying
 a late morning sunny breeze in front of a restaurant
 chattering, bonding, eating and drinking as 
 I share with them lessoning to the smooth sound
 of the music, children laughing and playing
 on the playground and on hard concrete street however
 not wanting to hear the havoc of the noise, 
 and the rush of a saturated street.
 
 That is a part of life... which can be sound and can be so sweet.

  

So Sweet Poetry 10/28/10 by Keith K. Relf


Details | Senryu | |

caramelized

burnt sugar caramelized hopes and dreams patience learned


Details | Senryu | |

When You Repent Sincerely

His will forgives
Stabs of a knife
Life still in strife


Details | Narrative | |

SEA TO SHINNING SEA

SEA TO SHINNING SEA,
 
...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time is...so close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately,
 
deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas...
 
...this is so intimate of dreams,
dreaming reality,
 
as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore,
sparkles,
destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes,
upon the waters,
 
...gazing
 
...seeing tranquility upon the waves...
watching to the depth of a dream,
and a sun-rise
 
being so true...
 
for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn...
 
Sea to shinning Sea.
 
mb(2011)
 


Details | I do not know? | |

You,,,,You

YOU Kiss Away the PAIN
  
YOU take my BREATH AWAY

YOU make me FEEL THINGS i'v NEVER felt before


YOU Found my BROKEN HEART

YOU are Fixing my HEART
   
YOU Lifted me OFF my FEET

YOU Carried me in YOUR HEART


        YOU are MY LOVE


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Details | Limerick | |

Boy Am I Hungry

Battle of the bulge
From greesy foods love to divulge
Over lips and through the gums
Love handles now do come
When will I learn not to indulge


Details | Narrative | |

After Dinner

After dinner
Taco night
Nearly midnight
Running up the stairs

Oh God
I had done so well
The family ate
And I ate
Seven o’clock on a Tuesday 
Only two
I only ate two
No cheese
No sour cream
I had done wonderfully

Eleven thirty on Tuesday
Everyone in bed
Everyone but me 
I approached the kitchen
I ate it all

No one saw how much was left
They won’t notice it’s gone
I put it all away
They didn’t see it
But I ate it all

Running up the stairs
They have their fans on
They’re asleep
They won’t hear me

I find my familiar place
Kneeling at my altar
Forgiveness is always found here
It’s time to confess my sins

My fingers slip into a spot they know too well
I struggle for a moment
Nothing will come up
Oh God
No
Don’t let it stay inside me
Another moment
Gagging
Retching
I feel it coming now

Oh thank God
It’s all gone
Now I can sleep soundly

I wash my hands and face
Rinse my mouth
I look in the mirror
Why?
Why is this happening?
Oh my God
Look at me
This can’t be me
This can’t be what I’ve become

But what choice do I have?


Details | Senryu | |

The Diet

 
dainty bites adorn
tantalizing emptied guests
fat me stands haunting
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Food compared to you

I crave the taste of chocolate 
And
The aroma of coffee as i wake
Indulge in the essence of wine
Clams to me are also devine
For these are all special cravings of mine
But
Compared to you there's nothing to desire more
For you,
I covet, 
Repine,
Salivate, in the most immeasurable way
There's not one food or drink that could keep me alive
It is only the presents of you, that make's it necessary for me to sustain life.


Details | Epulaeryu | |

Lentil Soup and Bread (Epulaeryu)

Pottage of lentil and bread Thank you Lord I’m fed With wheat, barley and flour Filled my cup this hour Overflows with grace Bless this taste Yes! ~~~~~~~ Place among 273 Semi-Finalist Total of 1034 Entries Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest March 6, 2008 ~~~~~~~


Details | Free verse | |

Like Spoiled Milk

Words of the past.
Babbling like a baby,
Dying from the drama.
These words smell funny.

Many years since then.
Crying over useless things,
Blowing money on candy.
Check the expiration date.

Things have totally changed.
No asking mom for rides,
Waking for work instead of school.
This has gone rotten.

Looking back on it all.
All of the silly decisions,
Lots of time down the drain.
Time to throw it out.

Throwing away childhood.
It's like spoiled milk,
Ages quickly with a lingering aroma.
Time to throw it out.

Time to buy another gallon of Milk.
For another phase,
The Milk of Adulthood.
Enjoy it while it lasts.

It'll spoil sooner than you think.


Details | Ottava rima | |

Indestructible Ye

Comprehending this about one’s energy
Then upon the pit there will be no casting
The Holy Spirit is what provides synergy
You and it both be combined everlasting
Mortal human life may be in jeopardy
The soul and spirit be Ye separate grafting
Yet most eyes fail to see this invisible force
It’s the power of the Creator almighty I endorse  


Details | Rhyme | |

"THE WORD"


                                             THE WORD




THE WORD WAS SOO POWERFUL 
IT WAS BETTER THAN MOMMA'S COLLAR'S GREENS  WITH ALL THE FIXINGS..

THE WORD
WAS LIKE SUNDAY SCHOOL WRAPPING THE MENTAL AROUND THE FOUNDATIONS OF BIBLE 
PRINCIPLES THROUGH PARABLES ...THE BACKGROUND HISTORY WAS NO LONGER A 
MYSTERY...
THE WORD
HAS OPEN THE EYES OF MY HEART
THE WORD
WAS DISSECTED LINE UPON LINE
PRECEPT UPON PRECEPT
THE WORD
WAS CHEWED FOR SOME BECAUSE OF THE BABE LIKE MENTALITY
SO THEY COULD PROPERLY DIGEST SPIRITUALLY
EVERY MORSEL WAS DELIGHTFUL
THE WORD
RENDERED TEACHING ALONG WITH SPECIFIC INSTRUCTIONS
THE WORD
IS THE TWO EDGE SWORD THAT CIRCUMCISE MY HEART
GIVING ME A BRAND NEW START
THE WORD


Details | Imagism | |

An acquired taste

  Sweet sweets,  the marrow and feets.  This lusting for organs, sinew, and meats.  Lovely is this vibration of death echoing along my taste buds.  Warm, pungent breath.  Like a holocaust nightmare filling my lungs with blood. I’ve that slow motion gaze. Trapped in a moment on repeat. It’s flavor. It’s a dream. The dull click of bone shards meeting my teeth, and the pop of my jar meshing together in one single romantic duet.  Lament for decay, consumption. Everything devours everything and we’re all lost in oblivion. Beyond the mouth of madness, down the hatch onto our final movement.  Stomach lining of the abyss is where we’ll meet at last.


Details | Blank verse | |

date of misfortune

A Date of Misfortune 

The bus was late it was raining when she alighted… 
my temper was moody, since it was late the kitchen 
at the café was closed, but they still had slices of 
“black forest gateau,” we had that with white wine 
because the waiter refused to serve red wine with 
a gateau; she drank the whole bottle and got giggly.
Going to my place, we stopped an outdoor kiosk 
selling hotdogs, I ate two with mustard on, since she 
disappeared throwing up in the back of the stall. 
She refused to come home with me I walked her to 
the bus station where she caught the last one home 
to her parents.  


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Potbound

Coming out on the porch this morning after the sun had risen far above the horizon...I 
noticed that my herbs looked wilted.  Checked but not really dry just potbound or rootbound
in too small of a container..Life___how many of us are potbound or rootbound contained in a 
container that we outgrew years ago___stuck, complacent not growing and soon will die from
starvation because we can't receive the nourishment from the source of our total being the 
giver of life the One Who gives the Living Waters....In the next few days I will get larger 
pots, fresh soil, and remove those plants..distrub their roots...Repot them giving their root 
system room to grow..They will come out giving me fresh French Tarragon, and Lemon 
Thyme all summer..I will enjoy watching them grow and produce....What about me?  Will I 
get out of the pot that is too small and grow?


Details | Haiku | |

Adulterated foods

Adulterated foods are
In many markets!
Money hushes the police!


Details | Haiku | |

I DREAMED OF ALASKA BLUEBERRIES LAST NIGHT haiku

I DREAMED OF ALASKA BLUEBERRIES LAST NIGHT

     bear-stolen
blue wanton kisses
white night picked


Details | Haiku | |

earth

i will woek the land
till the earth,till fingers bleed
creating health food


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Tipping

Gracious smiles, a waiter waiting.
The service: quite nice actually.
The drinks cool and food sating
My average appetite factually;

Who knew they had coca cola here
In the middle of the desert... odd
Isn’t it? I ordered water and beer
And here arrives our saviour, god

And leader, dressed in a brown
Shirt despite the pre-mentioned
Heat. He never wears a frown,
Even at rush hour not tensioned.

7.30 comes and goes, morning
Or night, we arrive, are seated
And eat. The waiter is fawning
But nice, the food is all treated

And we eat it all up, fulfilled by
A fountain of beverages he will
Provide. Full, we give a goodbye,
And place tips away from the till

So the manager cannot see, risky
Business. But how to divide the
Cost? Calculators grant only frisky
Fractions, I only had a mint tea!


Details | I do not know? | |

The urge

The urge takes over me,
i cant stay strong anymore,
i run to the bathroom,
making myself give up,
every calorie and carb,
the walls are covered with,
prettier and skinnier girls,
i wish everyday,
that i could look like them,
id give anthing to be the girl,
the guys want,
who gets looked at,
and told your beautiful,
insted im the one in the background,
never noticed unless im gettin made fun of,
i cant be strong anymore,
the urge,
the need contols me,
i cant fight it,
it consumes me.


Details | Couplet | |

You Snooze You Lose

<                                                  You Snooze
                                                     You Lose

                                                     Lazy Head
                                                     Get Out Of Bed

                                                      No Bread
                                                      No Fead

                                                      Big Bob
                                                      Get A Job

                                                      Soap Queen
                                                      Loves To Dream

                                                      Got Dough
                                                      Hell  No !

                                                      Rather Sleep
                                                      Then Leap

                                                      Sweet Dreams
                                                      Wanna Scream

                                                      Gotta    Go  !
                                                      Work You Know 

                                                      See    Ya    Later
                                                            Alligator !

                                                     
                                       
                                                   

                                                       




 
     


Details | Lyric | |

Blind Love

I hold you close to me like a new born child and give you all 
the tender care and love you desever

But there is just one thing I don't 
approve of you push me alway show me your cold side and 
not your nice gently side

You say you maybe love me because your still in love with an 
old lover friend and you don't know when you
will fall out

I'm comfused what sould I do I'm learning to love you and I 
don't wan't to lose

But your glad I'm in your life becasue I make you forget 
about her and you know how I'm feeling about everything 

And you can feel it and see it in my eyes you wan't both but 
you know it anit wright so you just keep me near and her far 
because your still in love 

But you wan't me what sould I do drop up everything and 
move on and just forget about use trying to be as one or 
stay in this unfear relationship and keep carrying on

My body wan't you but my heart also to but my brain know 
this is not a good way to live my life and I'm playing myself 
for less

I'm comfused what sould I do I'm learning to love you and I 
can't lose

This love I'm in must be called blind beacause I can't move 
my toes I fell
in too deep and I can't even find the hole I fell into druged 
and willy off  an overdose 

I'm confused what sould I do I'm learning to love 
you and I don't wan't to lose 

I'm confused and I don't know what to do I'm learning to 
love you and I don't wan't to lose


Details | Verse | |

Baking Math

Have you noticed yet
the absurd disconnect of measurement?
Have you noticed yet
puréed pumpkin, any filling I’d bet,
is packaged just shy of the requirement?
So another is needed to augment?
Have you noticed yet?


Details | Limerick | |

Lean Times

Lean Times
When times are lean and mean I have to conserve
I rely on pocket change in reserve
Like pennies, dimes and quarters
Times like these I might loiter
Anything to fill my tank and preserve


Details | Free verse | |

Country Home

Nursing my Michelle in middle of the nights.
Gary and Teddy under Diedra's big double bed.
Seven room house, country road. One neighbor.
Gas station 'cross road: Gas, smokes - Candy!
Neighbor daughters babysit sometimes. I sleep.
We all go buy groceries. Gary is eating candy!
Box boy comes, tells me. I load food into my car.
Neighbors, mine, friend go to a quarry to swim.
Cut, bottom foot, hospital bandage. Father mad!
Husband never around. Cooking, studying, work.
Iron his shirt, mine. Gary pulls crockpot down!
Dinner ruined. Small fridge. Baby eats corn cob.
Diedra eats birthday cake in her room. Son picks
Up Bruce's beer can from coffee table. Two sips.
All kids drink milk. Peas on many vines. White
Potatos, carrots in the ground. Colored flowers
By front door. Nice, green country home. Fields!


Details | Haiku | |

Triple Delight

Sweetened fair caress
Dreaming sallow mountaintops
Bleached yummy delight

Mello crimson mix
Sensing scarlet falling leaves
Mouthwatering pleasure

Russet mixed within
Cheerless delighting nature
Succumbs emotions


written for
Sponsor Poet Destroyer ~ A  
Contest Name Neapolitan Ice Cream (HAIKU) 


Details | Free verse | |

delectable pleasure

on a quiet 
Sunday 
afternoon
rain 
playfully 
danced
amidst the 
flourishing 
trees of 
Georgia.

memories 
tempt 
tastebuds
with a 
sweet juicy 
nectar
ripe with 
luscious 
desire.

sensually 
fragrant
arousing 
all senses
slowly, 
delicately, 
sensually.

peaches 
simply are..

the Fruit 
of the 
Gods..

one of 
life's 
delectable 
pleasures,
for the God 
& Goddess 
in all.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Story Of Job

The Story of Job I'm sure you remember the story of Job. God's blessings in his life were greatly bestowed. The Devil came to speak to God one day. "I'm sure Job will curse you if I take everything away." Everything in Job's life seemed to be getting worse. Through all of this, to God, he never cursed. All that he had-was soon to ge gone. His "friends" told him it "was his fault-he was wrong." He blessed God in spit of all they had said. He would praise God until the day he was dead. In all the loss and the turmoils. His body would soon be covered with boils. He loved God even though he lost his possessions. Spending eternity in heaven was his obsession. If everything in your lie was taken from you. Would you bless or curse God -what would you do? Is he more important than your house or s.u.v.? Would you give him up for a "big screen t.v.?" Is he your prized possession whom you love so much? Or are you using Christianity as simply a crutch? For one day soon-all you have will certainly perish. Is it God--or this world-- you love and cherish? By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

I'LL SMILE 4 U

Stroll through the Illest Empire
So much heat feeling like we’re living in the fire
But we’re living under fire
Tell me how many shots must it take before my loved ones are crying at my own wake
Its time for a break from sad eyes I’ve seen grown men cry
It hurts to tell a loved one good-bye
It’s the same reason why they died
Hearts just too full of pride
Mothers praying their young’n wont be a victim of a homicide
Too many drive-bys blood shed for a block you really can’t call mine
Wishing we could turn back time
High off of nickels’ and dimes
Making moves to boost your grind looking for hope
But the hustle got us in a head choke
Don’t blame me for acting crazy cause this how the streets made me and you
To watch our back and throw bows and cuss
Cause you got to be tough when times are rough
I know your asking when will enough be enough
And truth is I don’t know but this is how it goes down
But if I make it out will you smile for me now

So many families struggling with poverty
I don’t judge cause that use to be me
Watching mom come home late
Barley any food on our plate
So young and life we already hate
Praying God bring us something great
My clothes were cheap imitates and kids called you on them for being fake
Knowing mom bust her ass to provide
But all your knock offs you begin to hide
Ashamed of what you own
I know how you feel I been there too
I see mothers walking there kids to school
And the walk is far when you cant afford a car
Mom hoping one day you’ll be a star
I know about being next to poor
Your local neighborhood liquor market is your grocery store
Wishing you didn’t have to go through that living off of food stamps
Cube the neighborhood is a trap but we’ll all be free
So smile for you and me

Even 2pac said smile for me
This isn’t how its always going to be unless you let it be
In our different way we’re all a G
Cause we’re trying to make it straight legit
Whatever your hustle never quit but don’t lose yourself in it
Cause you still got a long ways to go
Still got a long time to grow
Use what you know to get by or you wont survive
Remember to always keep your dreams alive
Whatever it is just do it and never try
The limit is the sky so keep your heads held high
And when you come to a hard road just always know nothing can keep you down
You’ll be able to come back around
So give yourself a chance
And I’ll smile for you now

JUNE ‘06
B.K.M.jr


Details | Lyric | |

Fried Beans and Eggs

There is no better food
	fried beans and eggs
When times are tough
	fried beans and eggs will keep you full
When times are good
	fried beans and eggs will keep you regular
Beans and eggs fried in butter
	tortillas: preferred
	toast: is okay
	crackers: in a pinch
Fried beans and eggs when you are hungry
Beans and eggs served with
	cheese
	onions
	olives
	sour cream
	jalapeno sauce
Fried beans and eggs when you are poor
But you must:
	never ask for ketchup
	or you will be told to leave


Details | Prose Poetry | |

116onesix

 116onesix 
116onesix 
 
 
CharlaXFabels 
 
TESTED 
 
 There is a personal testimony and everyone's focus is on the group and on the 
self and not on JESUS where it was supposed to be the reason eye won't go to 
fellowship with rich working Christians meeting at a SUNDAY SUPPER to drive to 
a pizza place where everyone pays something for the food even if they share it the 
cost is still beyond the pocketbook of yew. The added price of fellowship with 
world is loss of spirit functions eye am not suggesting we have meetings in the 
desert with the hedgehogs but there could be a meeting place for all the 
Christians like the fish doors of the early days of meetings they were in and out 
so furtive searching alleyways for soldiers avoiding arrests and fighting and 
bringing lots of food in the bags of fishes and the loaves of breads in pockets of 
the tunaes fishes smile eye could just not resist this in almost every Church 
there is a Kitchen and in some of them is love the people make the soup for the 
homeless and the court appointed prisoners and even important people come. 
Hang a fish upon the door of every kitchen in the nation make a place with tables 
where the poor can come in love do not forget the love the soup is  nice but even 
slabs of raw meat are not enough with hate. 
Eye could not write a word on yesterday the things that eye had wanted to write 
left on the flight of lost ideas and night came again without a thought and then the 
day came back this fable was born and eye decided to try religion again. The 
focus of a lot of people is the congregation the error being life is not a middle 
class house with people making money in a paper plate of life some people 
need a cup of soup just to survive please open up your love first open up your 
hearts then open all them kitchen cupboards up. There is another thing that eye 
must say to all the bible thumpers not yet in the grave what does it matter what 
the date and day of this my own salvation come the day of JESUS was 33 AD the 
date that GOD was saving me. 


Details | Free verse | |

I Will Survive.

I sprain my ankle alot
doing things my ankle can't handle,
obviously.
My fondue is simmered by the pain; the flame of new.
Makes me feel alive,
and a bit horny too.
I will survive.


Details | Free verse | |

Holiday Gift

The greatest gift I ever got, came with a year that definitely was not.
Health costs and a scam had emptied everyone’s pot.
The tree was bare with nothing to hand out…
And my son had to work thru the Christmas Holliday, we all sought.

We wished him home but he had to work if he was to eat.
And for several years he had not wanted, with us to be.
But this year had taught him we were better than he had perceived.
And he wanted to come home to hold and be hugged, you see.

At the last moment he got the Christmas Day off.
Our gift to him was the price of gas and food on the four-hour trip back.
But his gift to us… you see was the greatest of all…
For he wanted to come home and simply be with us all.

Twenty-four hours minus 8 hours on the trip.
Dinner wasn’t much but it was all we could give.
But no one noticed as everyone talked…
It truly was the greatest holiday present of them all… that we ever got.

Thank you God... your gift to us wasn't lost.


Details | Couplet | |

What annoys me contest

I can enjoy a tasty meal
But I must tell you how I feel
If you’re chewing very loud
I can hear it in a crowed
If you’re eating very near
I must make it very clear
That your mouth must be kept tightly closed
Or I will simply just explode
My skin crawls when food gets teared
Crunching hard makes my eyes completely flared
Open mouths will make me scream
When people eat just like a machine
Popcorn, chips, or even gravy
Eaten loud will make me crazy
Any food munched on with force
Will lead me to act with out remorse
I don’t know when or what or how
But I can promise you just like a vow
If you begin to chew
I will turn into someone you wish you never knew
so here me now in my innocent plea
Eat gently when your in front of me
For my ears they quietly adhere
For a noise that brings them to tears.

By: Sabina Nicole


Details | I do not know? | |

Glory

This is the story of a beautiful horse named Glory Freckled and spotted She stood but a twig Lost in a forest Of abandonment Tires and barbwire Surround her by day And at night she suffers The coyotes cries, not far away Left with no food Or water to drink She stands by a tree And hopes for relief Halter grown in And hooves overgrown Not a grain in that belly And left all alone Withering quick She stands by her tree And hopes a kind soul Will help her to see There is life still No matter how grim Things seem from beneath This horrid, old tree This halfhearted twig Awaits her relief As the days pass her by And she writhes with grief Her name is Glory All freckled with spots Like a giant Dalmatian Trapped in this spot At the end of her lead She was finally freed Not a day too soon She'll now find relief Halfhearted no longer And happy at last Whom once was a twig Knows Glory at last Halfhearted no longer And free from that mess Glory has found relief At Horse Creek Ranch* *Horse Creek Ranch is, to the best of my knowledge, a fictional name.


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Chateau De La Gardine

Flourished, the vintage affection of elegant talent
drizzled lightly in the exploration of a drowning yacht, 
 resurfaced, only through amiable bailing, 
continual, until the waves desist, 
the ocean arid, 
then lingers, 
submerged in the dip of the shoreline.


Details | Choka | |

Gratitude

They lived and toiled when
The living was not easy
Weather and soil yielded no
Grace nor bountiful
Harvest to nurture body
Providence however reign
A long hard day ends
For the family of four
Potatoes and tea
Baked and boiled for all to share
Grateful expressions of care




"The Potatoe Eaters" by van Gogh


Details | I do not know? | |

Killing Time

Friday rolls around 
I am too excited 
My pennies are saved 
My outfit’s sorted 
Bath and make up, done 
Ready for a big night out 

One problem 
It’s the afternoon 
Tick tock, 
Tick tock 
Hurry the fek up Mr. Clock 
You really, truly hate me 

'Cause of you I’m late for work 
Early for fun 
You bore me to hell with your incessant tick tocking 
If you had a real face I would… 

I’ll have a drink 
Chill 
Kill some time 
Just the one 
Lightweight 

I sip Whisky 
And twiddle my thumbs 
Bored on the highest level 
Eureka! 
I’ll check the Net 


Laptop open 
Booting up 
Logging on 
123 ABC 
Bingo, I’m in 

Surprise 
I have three emails 
Junk! 
Unless I needed to grow my ***** ten more inches 
Date a married man 
Or join Mob Wars and get one million fake dollars for online poker 
Now there’s a bit of competition for you 
NOT 

Facebook is where it’s at on a Friday afternoon 
Isn’t it? 
Let me see if there are any interesting status updates 
Nope 

Unless I care that Trudy is having a nice cup of tea after getting all her ironing done 
Wow, Susan planted apple trees on her farm, and took a snapshot (WTF?) 
David is with Mark, Kate and Lesley somewhere near Southend 
I’m glad I’m thousands of miles away from the weirdoes 

Oh, wait a second 
I have an invite! 
And it’s something to do with food 
My profile says I’m a chef 
I post tons of pictures of food 
Finally something worth opening 

Wrong! 
Amy has invited me to join Chef World 
Now I can work in a virtual kitchen cooking virtual food after spending all day in a real kitchen cooking real food 
Idiotic waste of time 

I click the link and enter a bright red kitchen 
Timers scattered 
Pots and pan readied 
Bacon eggs, beans and fries to cook 
All need coordinating 
Timing is crucial 

And she’s off 
Fries on 
123456 
Bacon, wait for it 
Wait for it 
On 
123 
Toast down 
12345 
Beans on 
123 
Toast pops 
Burnt 
Crap! 
Fries burnt 
Eggs burnt 
Crap 

I try again 
And again 
After 4 hours I’m a virtual pro 
The phone rings 
‘Kim, I’ll be there in ten, be ready.' 
'I'll try.' 
You've had all day, what you doing?’ 
'Murdering time.'


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HIGHLY IRRESISTIBLE

vanilla; strawberry; chocolate
top with nuts, fresh fruits and mallows
sweet, cold and some spicy
various vibrant  colors
in a cup; in a bowl or a cone
woooooooooooow!!!
a melt down..
eaten by licking
everyone's famous favorite
a dessert for all ages
a sweet peace offering
an enticer to all
a playful exciting addiction
who would have thought
this an I-C-E C-R-E-A-M
highly irresistible temptation


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Chapter 12 Annihilation

The Tragedy of Humanity is the Monoku of us failing to believe you
Is This Greed be ye Acrostic for not knowing the Gnostics 
Molding Most be the boast in Senryu saying you can’t tell me what to do
Excommunicating Faith is a Tanka for those who sank 
Insanities Calamities in this Enclosed Ryhme regarding to our binds
Sinful Are These Ways considers what we forgot in this Rubaiyat
No Righteousness In a Senryu for those who forgotten about you
Oligarchies Creating Hate in each and every state be in Enclosed Ryhme 
Worshiping Vanities is a Lanterne telling you to burn
Ruthless Deceptions be a Fibonacci trying to drown the mariachi
Evil Enemy Tricks informs of a constructive fraud in Ballade
Trouble Moving is trouble grooving to chime in this Enclosed Ryhme
Roadside Utilities you see they are a bank of put in Tanka
Indestructible Ye told Ottava rima, praying you have the mind of
But Backsliding means deciding what zone told in Canzone
Unruly Child is for the minds of you told in Haiku
Truth Be Insight be an Ottava rima about the main man Prima
Inclined Minds is another Ottava rima about the change of time for Ye
Opportunities There Be in this Senryu don’t you see
No Matter is about the chatter in an Enclosed Rhyme for you to find
Death Be A Lady This Night ask which way is right Ottava rima
Introduction Which Leads To Reduction a Nonet seduction
Sexual Acts Meant To Distract be the private zone Canzone
Turmoil That We Struggle With is a chime in Enclosed Rhyme
Redefining Ones Plight be Ottava rima telling you to fight
Instilled In Ye Is Light another Nonet so that you don’t forget
Believing Wrong or Right asks this Enclosed Rhyme the real war crime
Undertaken Be Ye is a new flight zone told in Canzone
Transcendent In Flight is the alteration told in Alliteration
Inner Subconscious Intelligence universal relevance in Name
Outside This Reality which is for you to do discern told in Lanterne
New To Old Experience is an Enclosed Rhyme we all mime
Nay Sayers Deny Greatest Fear in Acrostic about ye the agrestic
Over Energy Transfer is Canzone about the unknown
What Will You Do is just asking you in Haiku?


Details | Crystalline | |

Strawberries

Aren’t strawberries the greatest fruit
Their multiple seeds are greatly scrumptious

Russell Sivey


Details | Haiku | |

Beautiful Flower

Pollination bee
Tasty flower for the soul
Fragrance at its best


Details | Epulaeryu | |

Dr. Pepper Special (Epulaeryu)

Just like a peppered doctor
Its caffeine perks souls
Like electric it’s a jolt
Awaken the nerves
Taste buds sizzling
Doctor Pep—
Pahhh!


© Spencej 9/12/06
© All Rights Reserved

The Epulaeryu poem is about delicious food and drinks. It consists of seven 
lines with thirty-three syllables. The first has seven syllables, second line five, 
third line seven, fourth line five, fifth line five, sixth line three, and seventh line only 
one syllable which ends with an exclamation mark. The Epulaeryu poetic form 
syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. Each line has one thought relating to the meal, 
and concludes with the ending line expressing the writer’s excitement and 
feelings about the meal.  The Epulaeryu poetic form was invented by Joseph 
Spence.


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Hungry

Aren't you tired?


Tired?


The light, phased through and crawled on millions of tiny fingers; rather nail less fingers; with aimless digits, that had no base of palm and hold of arm. Just grasping, searching, scratching fingers. Still nail less.

They engulf as they traveled.

Engulf the floor I step on.
Engulf the lonely twin that helps in the covering of my feet. His brother went missing after five washes ago.
Travel upon the wrapping of conglomerate food brand decisions, looking like a scene from: The Night Of The Comet; a 1984 horror/sci-fi zombie flick. Clothes and no bodies. A fast food rapture. And then, the light slowly crept upon me. Reached above my chest and passed upon my lips and nostrils; breathing in, and as it passed to breach eyes, the fingers grabbed and pulled( roped an eyelash if they must )my lids; but surely and slowly and gently enough. The sun woke me up.


Aren't you tired?


..Tired?


And there I sit.
Sit. Sit. Sit.
Contemplation in the form of a hunched back sprouting a neck holding a abysmal head; downwardly facing a floor that wonders: Wrong side to look at isn't it? : to eyes that still have not focused on the dead roach that was killed in a drunken, nauseated hurry, to lay in bed last night.

Or

Uninhibited anti-motivational growth that I am becoming.
If there's no fire, you get cold. But, if there no fire, you can't get burned either.

                                      Time.        To       Get.               Up.


Aren't you tired?


..Tired..?


Ah! the source of warmth and movement beams at me.

The sky is bright
with waves of light
that vibe and wash my skin.
The color blue
in every hue
is blocking thoughts of dim.
But in a hour
stalled milk's been soured
just like my mind with in.

Ah. Another day to walk unknowing the difference of yesterday.

Yesterday
Was it a Tuesday?

Time
Utilized
Easily
Showing
Dull
Adequate 
Youth

Yesterday?
Wasted youth.



Aren't you tired?


...Tired...



....Tired, but hungry.


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Vula Amehlo - Zulu for open your eyes

Vula Amehlo (open your eyes)

"Vula Amehlo"is Zulu for "open your eyes"

Vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
though eyes aren’t needed to behold
the flowing tears of those of us, left out in the cold

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
the time to turn your back is long gone
no time now to pander and no time now to fawn

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
we the people are hungry, angry, and our skin is torn
though we say it loudly, unbowed we are, and not forlorn

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
we may be invisible and tucked away far from you
but we are here, still, waiting for the promise of freedom to come true

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
you see us sometimes, though you avert your gaze
come on now, compatriots, awaken from your complacent daze

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
we are the open wound that festers on your ostentatious display
band-aids won’t do anymore, we are here, and we are here to stay

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
as you roll down your windows and toss us some coins, look in our eyes
we are your slumbering consciences, we are the famished proof of your lies

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
forget us not as you tuck your pretty children in, and turn off the lights
we too are the children whose mothers, fathers fought for all our peoples’ rights

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
don’t think that we are bitter and livid for no reason or cause
we have been waiting and waiting, for days and a decade, without any pause

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
vula amehlo
mothers and fathers
vula amehlo
brown and white and all shades of this rainbow so bright
we repeat what we said, we are not going to melt away into the night
vula amehlo
one and all
our patience is being tested from day to day, year to year
we have listened to your promises and we now demand that you hear
vula amehlo
open your eyes
and see us, and hear us clearly, and hear us today
band-aids won’t do anymore, we are here, and we are here to stay

vula amehlo
open your eyes



Details | Bio | |

my sister

My sister is one of a kind and I know shes always by my side I know we fight.

and sometime dont get along my sister and I are like a song.

The bond between us will never break she's my best friend 
.
and it will never change I love my sister


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extraterrestrials

Extraterrestrials?

The man, in my infancy, who said there were people 
on the moon, was laughed at; he was wrong, but not 
wrong in thinking there was other life forms on remote 
planets. Years ago a big plane got vanished and landed 
on the back of the moon where temperature is an even 
22 Celsius and there were an abundance of green fruit 
that looked like, bananas and nutty tasting blue grass.
Adults missing meat ate each other till there was only 
one left, the pilot, and dejected jumped off the moon. 
The youthful passengers and children got used to their 
surroundings and could cook bananas in fifty variations. 
They built caves and decorated them with chairs from 
the plane and as beds they used dried banana leaves….
 And as time went by the earth became a myth an idea 
of paradise lost. This generation of moon dwellers wore
no clothes, what´s point? Only women, on certain dates, 
wore dried green skirts. So the man who believed there 
was life on the moon may be right after all.      


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Recipe For Change

With crack of first light of dawn
The day's work begins sleep gone
Gather food cook
Aroma fills air breathe on
Spices, herb bouquet add-on
Day has great outlook
Just short time to lay eyes on
My poetry notebook write-on
Bible read on

The Bible that is guidebook
For life, food needs a cookbook
Then meals invite
Reading Bible helps outlook
On life, cookbook gives new look
Or change outright  
In life wrong way may have took
Not too late_change_read handbook
Get it now right

The reward is great as bite
Nutmeg_sugar laced delight
Good baked apple
Simple food, life live right
Change become a guiding light
Be ensample
Eat good food_let soul soar heights
Longevity_inner light
None thorn apple


Sponsor:David Williams
Contest:Virelai


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To the Heart

to the heart piercing star-crossed under the moon roses bursting forth A T T R A C T I O N A D M I R A T I O N I N T I M A C Y T R U S T the source of every joy by which we live passion devoted friendship fidelity cherish and hold so one must ask or won der why it repe atedly falls apart lo ve


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Somebody Loves Me

Produced 50 yrs ago
My master Pravin Pant Sr.
Felt it was time for my Just Born coop to grow
So he introduced me to some other chicks
Bunnies bats cats pumpkins and
Even thought of placing some lucky stars
In for the heck of it what a day of cellabration
Now he has flipped his lid once again and took a few friends back
Had turned them into lip balms but I don't mind
For they will stay forever fresh on my lips as I speak of them
I been dropped off buildings had been steam rolled over
And each time I bounced back with zest
So please come rescue us from this crazy farmer
Place me in a warm basket or cake or even a dressed table 
For I m just a little peep looking for somebody to love



To The Peep 
In All Of Us    LOL


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Life Is

Life is like a box of chocolates
You know there's a nutty one in there somewhere

Life is like a box of chocolates
All the good ones have already been taken

Life is like a box of chocolates
People keep sampling and putting them back

Life is like a box of chocolates
Without care, they grow stale

Life is like a box of chocolates
You cant always tell what you're getting

Life is like a box of chocolates
Sometimes the first bite turns out really nasty

Life is like a box of chocolates
Too much sweet stuff can make you throw up

Life is SOOO like a box of chocolates
And yet we all struggle on


Details | I do not know? | |

Sunflower Seeds

Sunflower seeds,
So salty they burn my slightly chapped lips.
Savoring every bite,
Cracking them with my front teeth.
I let their earthy flavor caress my tongue.
Each one tastes of a memory,
Familiar and comforting.
I am reminded of childhood,
And a smile plays across my face as I chew.


Details | Triolet | |

Answers You Seek

These next few days, listen to your friends.
You will find the answers you seek
And make many changes before happily settling down.
These next few days, listen to your friends
For the support and comfort when you smile or frown.
You will never need to worry for a steady income.
These next few days, listen to your friends;
You will find the answers you seek.

(3 Fortunes After Dinner at Peking Palace With My Family)


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Suburban Dream

I can be your sister and your brother
Your husband and your mother
I’ll bake and clean and treat you mean
Be your quarter back on our own private team
I’ll prepare your meals and iron your clothes
Leave your supper on the table as I walk out of the door
Let you wonder if I really am at the store?

I can be your superhero and save your life
I can be your number one fan, your right hand man
Your enemy sinister and wise
You are my teacher when I cross the line
And I’m your master when you say your mine
Sell my body and soul to keep food on your plate
Let you believe no one has ever touched me like that

I’ll be your secretary when your too weak to speak
You can use and abuse me and make me feel cheap
I can be your very best childhood friend
Your nurse by your side at the very end
I’ll keep you sane as you lose your teeth and mind
Tell you the world hasn’t really changed outside
Place flowers in your hair as your body starts to fail
Cut your food into pieces when your hands become frail
Smile and tell you that all is well
When inside I’m dying and feeling like hell


Details | Rhyme | |

Cacao Tree

Blossoms like orchids, waxy white
Waiting for pollen's lore
Producing those bean pods purple
Chocolate treats galore

Green, yellow, red, purple grooved pods
Ebony dark the seeds
Bitter the natural flavor
Desire has acquired a need

Planted 'neath fine cacao tree
In death feast 'pon dark seeds
Bitter the pulp very toxic
Theobromine just feed


Details | Tanka | |

Ye Stay On Track

As the earth swings back
Brothers I say stay on track
Follow Master’s Plan
Sisters don’t let man change you
For they all should worship you


Details | ABC | |

Life in the Garbage

The days in life, if you don't use them correctly,
and you spend them without doing things that you love,
it is like a good meal that you don't eat during the day
and you throw it to the garbage.
Thus if you lose your everyday meals,
near to the end of your life, 
you feel hungry,
but there is not enought food to satiate you.
and you die hungry.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Notion Of A Whisper

A flower will start off as a simple bud/
It then will grow forth !
As when birds in Summer tend to move North/
Yet as the flower may bloom/
There is often found room in which to grow,

Have a positive mindset in life,

Longevity !
There will be many storms !
Yet we all must not allow them,
To dictate what may happen in the future/
Today be a positive light to a darkened place/

Live by example !

Cause many people are watching !
They will be looking for some hidden quality,
Hence, a bit of understanding/
Perhaps it's determination or a great sense of integrity !
Yet without cement to hold a brick it will eventually fall/

This isn't some store bought item that one gets at their nearby mall,

Let all your words be few yet sweet and sincere/
For far too many people in life,
That don't even bother to care/
Just then a little bird had whispered in my ear/

Yet none the worse for wear,

The heart is deceitful above all things !

Still who can know it ?
A true friend is rather polite and sincere/
To the one who will often show it,
Set the standard high for yourself !

For whether you fall,

You will know in your heart/
That you gave it better then some college Joe try,
Try to keep your mind on just one thing/
For this is the essential key to your success !


Details | Pantoum | |

A Womans Gift

She laughed as softly  as if she cried
Her smile revealed things only I could see
My love and joy swelled up untill I cried
I wondered  though would she ever love me

Her smile revealed things only I could see
Now would I tell her of the things I thought
I wondered though would she ever love me
What is this feeling that has made me taut

Now would I tell her of  the things I thought
All other food but  love I'd surely spare
What is this feeling that has made me taut
My life I'd gently give to her  with care

All other food but love I'd surely spare
Then I would be hers and she would be mine
My life I'd gently give to her with care
I'd love her dearly throughout time

Then I  would be hers and she would be mine
A life together we would have to build
I'd love her dearly throughout time
I'd be her love, companion and her shield

A life together we would have to build 
My love and joy swelled up until I cried
I'd be her love,companion and her shield
She laughed as softly as if she cried


Details | Cinquain | |

Sugar

Sugar
Sweet luxury
Flood adrenaline veins
The happiness ignition key
Sugar.


Details | Free verse | |

Man-Children: Tribute to John Dau.

Two men alone with their wounds,
following footpaths in the tall grass
so as not to be seen
by militia.

Stealing pumpkins from farmed fields
chewing on grass stems to ease hunger
Listening to the sound of frogs
And followed to water.

On guard, always, at the pools
That is where they gathered
Learned how to submerge the body
With just a nose showing above water.

Hungry, thirsty, but mostly cold.
No clothes, forty-degrees F,  staying close,
To conserve body heat
While Hyena's and Leopards lurked.

Finding other refugees along the way
Comforted in the fact of comraderie
yet it was harder to move unseen with more bodies
and food became scarce like water.

The Kangen riverbed was barren
hot, hot sun
one adult amongst boys
The Lost Boys of the Sudan.

Finding muddy pools of water, they ate the mud
Just for the moisture, easing the pain
Tongues swollen, skin grey
No voices.

Utilizing everything, they drank their own urine.
Singing Christian songs
Asking God for water
he gave them vulture-ridden bodies along-side a swamp.

A swamp!  drank and drank
found tortoises and roasted them with grasshoppers
First protein eaten in so long,
sat in those marshes and tried to regain strength.

Crossed the Gilo, eyeballing the crocs eyeballing them
Dodging bullets from Ethiopian rebels
some lived.
Six months of starvation to reach Kenya.

There are camps along and throughout
Eastern Africa
And in each one, Death reigns 
as the new and forever King of the Motherland.


Details | Free verse | |

Lady Sinister

Lady Sinister
With an animal carnage
She will never sleep

Staying in her lair
Where she traps, where she hunts

Innocence arrives.

Foaming at the mouth
Sensing the next to be hers
A matter of time

She breathes confidence
And can taste ferocity 
In her habitat

Her eyes will deepen

Like a stalker in the night
She moves onward forth

A snap of the mouth
Her bloodthirsty sadism
Leaving her satisfied

Lady Sinister
With an animal carnage
She will never sleep


Details | Free verse | |

Unforgivable

Unforgivable


There was nothing I could do
Except swallow the guilty mouthful
Taken from their bowl of rice
And chew upon the gristle
Of my add hot water pot noodle

Couldn’t stop the ice clinking
In the glass of my extra chilled white wine
Couldn’t stop me eating
In my clinging to my life

No I couldn’t stop their hunger
Or wipe away their tears
As they picked and ate the peeling paint
From the sides of oil drums

No way to stop the sun
From drying to brittle leaves
No way to halt the madness
Of other peoples greed

Nothing I could do but quench my thirst
And dine with the ugly flies
Clinging around the brown babies eyes

Nothing I could do
But feel my muscles work
Feel the nourishment of bone
While they live as human skeletons

All I could do was sit there
And apologise for the world
All I could do was sit there
And respectfully eat my meal
Adding too much salt so it mingled with my tears
Adding too much mustard
So the food went burning down my throat

I could do nothing else
Except apologise for myself
Sorry for being born in my wealthy world
Sorry for my country
For not rushing to your need
Sorry for my government
My vote helped to bring them in
 
Sorry for the United Nations
Who’s squabbling leaves you starving
Sorry they did not stop the war
That turned you into refugees

And all the weeping mothers
Their desperation in their eyes
Their children no more than rag dolls
Limply hanging from their arms
Their little bloated bodies
Going to join the others 
On the lime dusted piles

All I could do was sit there
And apologise for the world
All I could do was sit there
And say sorry for myself
Sorry for being born in my wealthy world
Each and every mouthful
Was swallowed with a choke
But all I could do was sit there
And respectfully eat my meal




written for Christie Moses and Sharon Weimer's competition "I'm Sorry"


Details | Light Poetry | |

TABLE SINS

TABLE SIN OF NOUVEAU RICHE

sweetest dawn he ever knew
Toast was perfect, sky was blue

from the window all he saw ---
Sparkling as the artists draw


BUT
that
NIGHT

didn't whine, didn't stutter
when he wakened in the gutter


Didn't know he'd tempted Fate
Nibbling garnish from his plate


Details | Tanka | |

Orange Pumpkin Sat

Orange pumpkin sat Upon dining room table Sliced by long sharpe knife "Twas spicy brown on inside Frosting and icing cream cheese
Sponsor: Black Eyed Susan Contest: Single Tanka


Details | Verse | |

How dirty he is?

Dirty hands are dirty,
Until he doesn’t wash them.
A person believes that
After wash he has clean hands.

As Air is containing germs,
Also water isn’t always fresh,
His table and a chair,
Mosquitoes and flies fly everywhere.

A person can’t imagine,
How dirty he is?
 Sometimes when he opens his mouth,
A listener can’t stand by him.

Belly is also a food container,
When a person didn’t flush out in time,
Smell starts to boil,
And flames come out from a mouth.

Every thing needs a care,
His place, food and not only drink,
Also his conversation should be positive,
So a person can live healthy.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Stick It To Him { Footle } Light Poetry

Vampires
           Desires

                       Holy
                               Moley

                                              Beware
                                                         Out there

                                                                       Used stake 
                                                                                He's baked





Tribute To Halloween   
 [BOOOOOOOOO} LOL

Also Entry For 
Donna Golden's   Footle Fright


Details | Narrative | |

Sleepless at the Don't Drink and Drive Bar

 Sitting on a stool at a hole in the wall joint called, “The Don’t Drink and Drive Bar.”  The place smells like day old burger grease with a dash of lemon scented Pine-Sol.  I was on my way out to Denver, but I had to stop for the night.  I needed to sleep. The road was starting to look like a long black coiled snake, waiting to strike.

The roadside motel was nice enough, but the moment I put my head on that starched white pillow case, I was wide awake. So I sit here, eating fries that are too crispy, a hot sandwich that’s too cold and drinking a martini that’s too bruised. I could live with it, but I was getting sick and tired of hearing Garth Brooks saying he has friends in low places over and over. Obviously he has never met me.

At the other end of the bar, sat a woman who looked like a long lost mother. She had those extra long Virginia Slims in her hand, the smoke encasing her head and hands. She was sucking them down to the nub as quick as a thirsty drunk would suck up beer through a straw. Her eyes were red, like she’d been crying. Or maybe it was that all that smoke was finally bugging her. She went over and put another quarter in the jukebox. She must of had a crush on Mr. Brooks, or maybe her husband left her, but it’s likely that she lost her puppy.

I didn’t care, I just needed some sleep. I knew that I’ll end up having a nightmare with some guy with an acoustic guitar, breathing smoke saying I’m not low enough to be his friend. I need to get out of here.


Details | Name | |

Cold Beer

C- Clasping a cool bottle with a firm iron grip. 
O- Old time records play, relaxing and letting my spirtits lift, 
L-  Lakers game and maybe I'll take a snooze. 
D-  Days almost over with better seriously hit the brews. 

B-  Better days happen with beer. 
E-  Events are more lively all through the year. 
E-  Even rainy days are brighter with cold beers near. 
R-  Rarely do I enjoy anything with out a Cold Beer.


Details | Acrostic | |

Thanksgiving

 
Table set with yummy things -a
Holiday for food
Apple pie and pumpkin roll- that 
Nice Aunt Donna brings
Kids run up and down the stair
Singing through the day
Giving thanks for childish things
In each and every way
Very hungry gentlemen
Inspecting every dish
Needing each a plate or ten- a
Grand Thanksgiving wish!
 


Details | Free verse | |

Diary of an Anorexic

People say it’s only skin, but I see lard.
I see it falling down, straight from my arms.
It speaks to me, saying, come on eat.
You know you want to. Come on, feed me.
But I won’t. I think: discipline is key.
You can do it, food’s the enemy.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Aint staying gold

I like my steak rare With lots of pepper because well is not so well when dry.

 I run in the rain so I don't have feel my sweat on my body. 

It's true I wake up before the sun rises, I beat him every time.

 I'm already filled with sand, so ill be one less the sandman has to work on. 
I'm already at my highest peak before the stats appear. 

I'm already down hill before the pile of shit. Im still at the top of the mountain waiting for that one chick to stop singing and get over this hill.

 At the End of the day I like to end with my coffee and smoke the same way- black and mild.


Details | I do not know? | |

the american boardwalk

Ice cream and pizza
sure wanted to meet ya
at the american boardwalk
where the sand's beneath ya 
a breeze and the clouds 
the sun is still out 
the tide is just about to meet me
jump in and float with seaweed
and then, 
cheap beer and a hot dog 
later on, buy some fudge 
work on the tan, 
do a little dance 
while walking down the boardwalk
with only a tank top and some flip flops. 
walking down the boardwalk 
the most american one of all.


Details | ABC | |

angel

A is for apple her favourite food.
N is for nelly fortado her favourite singer.
G is for green her favourite colour.
E is for easter her favourite holiday.
L is for lilly her  favourite flower.


Details | Haiku | |

Eternally All Must Believe

Though each day be new
Eternally you must do
Tell you have no doubt


Details | Rhyme | |

I Was Lost HIS Love Found Me



I Once was lost, but Jesus found me! And now each day... His love surrounds me! I really didn't know which way to go. Until he came and redeemed my soul. Jesus gave me a special grace. And planted my life on a solid place! Each day that I live... his spirit gives correction. As I read his word for the right direction. Hallelujah! His joy had made my life complete. His love has filled me from head to feet! Thank you Jesus for turning my life around! A peace and satisfaction in you, I have found! Your light in my life is bright and shining. Jesus in me is a love worth finding! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Earth Brothers

My brothers are much older than me
They're always teaching me how to live,
Like brother deer, and bird, and tree
And the bees, who teach me to forgive.

We take brother bees food but that's fine
He just makes more, being able to share,
He never wastes a moment to whine
But constantly hums his silent prayer.

Brother deer comes and goes like a ghost
Constantly in tune with one another,
Never disturbing anyone, never a boast
Or a complaint, he's my humble brother.

Brother bird older still fills the skies
In his faith he depends on God daily,
For every food and shelter, then flies
To God's feet singing his praise gaily!

Brother tree the oldest doesn't bother
To worry, and in total faith stands steadfast,
Lifting his arms in praise of Father
Who supplies all, his faith is unsurpassed!

I am the youngest brother of Mother Earth
But if I had to choose another one to be,
I'd choose the one that showed the most worth
So, I think that I would choose to be a tree!


                                      Timothy I. Brumley


Details | Haiku | |

Nature And Noodle - Haiku

     Nature And Noodle - Haiku

Noodles steam in lake
Roll over water falls cooked
Rocks taste soup flavor 


Details | Blank verse | |

untouchables

Untouchables
From the window at the hotel I could see 
the back yard as a deep canyon of fear and 
bins overflowing of half eaten food.
It was night in the canyon a life, cruel and 
vile was taking center stage.
 
A big Rattus Norvegicus was sticking her
snout out of a disused drain pipe, sniffing
the air it was raining slightly, which was 
good it kept cats away, those evil ogres 
adopted by humans….As Pets! 

She had given birth to six pink and blind
babies, and could not stay away for long,
other rats might find and eat them in this
world that knew no compassion and life
ended in violence.

Quickly, yet alert, she ran to the bins found
food, mostly burgers and fried potatoes.
Back in the lair her babies sought nutrition
and warmth; for a moment, in this world of 
total outcasts, there was harmony and bliss. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Gothic ropes of pearls

White  house  picket  fence  garden
Black hair kohl eyes  blue rose lips 
Chef folding egg whites into souffle
Defrosting preparing cooking lunch
Sculpture of a laurel-crowned  bust
Oriental  rugs  bare  wooden  floors
Inhale   a   sweet  antique  floral  air
Chink  iced-tea glasses Dominoes


Details | Quatrain | |

A Bitter Brew

Thirst creeps over an exhausted soul, 
Staring at a bottle of madness. 
Labeled insanity's origin, 
A mixture of flavors so callous. 

Bitter undertones brewed deep within, 
Hatred harmoniously ferments. 
A dash of anxiety mixed in, 
A pinch of disdain to complement. 

Anxious fingers crack open a brew, 
A refreshingly cold hiss escapes. 
Eyes widen, dry lips happily curl, 
A vile tendency perpetuates. 

One sip of this evil elixir, 
Releases the demons deep within, 
Corrupting a once innocent heart, 
Let delinquent decisions begin.


Details | Sonnet | |

Minnesota Nice

The great upper mid west
Minnesota put to the test
Ten thousand lakes and streams
Reality for many who like to dream


From Itasca state park
To the Louisiaina's wooden bark
The mighty Mississippi flows
Gently down the outcrop she goes


Crime rates are always's on the rise
But really does it come as such a surprise
Everyone seems to like to hug
Except when its a mosquito bug


So many call us Minnesota Nice
But some still say were Cold as Ice




Details | Concrete | |

Vodka

Scores of recipes may need vodka in any way,
like every person, animal or object in this world;
water is essential, a vital need to everyone’
without it, life would not be possible to survive.
Its essence dispel the dryness and death
It’s a potent creation, a number one support;
that brings to life and sustains its strength
for one who lives and copes with many things.
What a great need for everyone to have water
and survive with it, along with other things;
in a perpetual state, water makes a difference,
it’s a source with its essence that means life.
In all settings, time, history, and situations,
their link to life-giving wonders and events
reminds everyone of God’s gift to his people
that He, in John’s gospel, is a living water.

Note:

Vodka:  It is a Russian word, a diminutive of “water” (before you adopt an ironic smile, be aware that “whiskey” comes from the Gaelic for “water of life”).


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A Bachhanalian Feast Of Time

All I've done
is eat and drink
to lull myself
to sleep
my senses
dulled
with food and wine
I know
I'm marking time
wishing my life away
dulled
with food and wine
gorging myself to sleep.


Details | Personification | |

Breakfast

Beside a sluice rests a home:
humbly weaved with strands of memoirs.
Minute signs of yesterday’s flight
submerge beneath cinders of warmth.

Inside is a temple, Genesis’ daughter, 
who rears the seeds of tomorrow’s spring.
Withstanding languor: gravid’s twin, 
she awaits the sojourn of a milk-washed kin.

Soon enough, she perches on lives-
each, counting chickens inside their minds.
Alas, they fail to know their fate:
not all will leave their carapace.


Details | Senryu | |

Powdered Sugar Mountain Fair

Powdered Sugar Mountain Fair
Ephemeral fair,
Hundreds of funnel cakes made;
Fluid team work day.


Details | Quatrain | |

A Weird Thought

Are there vegan alligators?
I hesitate to think;
For if a gator lived that life,
What would he eat and drink?
I'm not against the idea
Despite it being new,
But would a vegan gator eat
Raw chicken, or tofu?


Details | Alliteration | |

See All That You Have Done

Desires, Drive, Deeds
He, Him, Heed
Child's, Chosen, Choice

Regret, Repent, Rejoice
Attune, Always, Around 
Savior, Sailing, Sea
 
Left, Land, Lost
Pitifully, Punks, Playing
Dying, Dead, Death 


Details | Light Poetry | |

Dewali Festival of lights

Remember dewali in Trinidad
We use to decorate the streets
Then all my Hindu friends 
Bring me foods and sweets

My table was full with
Food and all kind of goodies
Because my Hindu friends
Use to bring so much for me

Dewali marks the return
To ayodhya of lord Rama
He returns to his kingdom
After defeating demon king ravana

It was the victory of good over evil
In the epic story of Ramayana
And also the slaying of evil demon
King Narakasura by Lord Krishna

Ravana had 10 heads and 20 arms
He saw Rama beautiful wife sita
While they were hunting in the forest
And he plot to kidnap her

So he disguises his servant maricha
As a golden deer to lead Rama 
And lakshman away in the forest
Lakshman drew a circle around her

And told her not to step out
But ravana turn as a beggar man
And ask her for food and water
Then turn back as he holds her hand

She cried for help and a fierce bird
Jatayu attacked ravana to save her
But ravana cut off his wings 
And when away with princess sita

She threw her necklace downs
So Rama can follow to save her
They slay ravana and Narakasura
And they return to his kingdom in Ayodhya

And the people light the streets
And every houses celebrating
With foods and sweets and music
To welcome home their beloved king

And that is the origin of dewali
And every year on that date
Around the world every where
Diwali are being celebrated

Sorry have to end this poem now
Because my Hindu friends at the gate
With bags of food and goodies
And I’m drooling I just can’t wait


Details | Haiku | |

Healthy Choices

Water and smoothies
Vegetables lean meats
Frequent small portions


Details | Rhyme | |

All Kinds of Jars

There are so many
mostly glass or plastic
used for whatever
not advised to kick

If they break
on your skin
colour changes to red
need next of kin

Can be made
into a different colour
to show beauty
indeed it can yes sir

This little write
it's subject is a jar
your house has many
useful truly they are

poetgord@2013


Details | I do not know? | |

Colder

The words cut through the air and soon it is over, all over
Her hands slip from his, like one last raindrop sliding off a leaf
The smell of candles waft from behind him, and he turns away as she leaves
The romantic dinner sits on the table, cold, and lonesome with two empty chairs
As he turns back to where she once was standing
He sees only a flash of car lights as she drives away for the last time
Somehow it seems so surreal, the room is silent and still; after all these years
All the years spent with her cheerful voice and playful laugh surrounding him
Now all he can hear is the soft humming of the refrigerator in the background
While the candles burn down and the dinner grows ever colder

A half-hour has passed and yet he stands his ground
The longer he waits the harder his heart starts to pound
Tears cover his cheeks as he falls to his knees
Without a word or a sound he covers his face and weeps
And all the while the candles have burnt out and the food could be no colder


Details | Haiku | |

Providing life

energy bursting
providing life for us all
the power of the sun


Details | Haiku | |

Fishing

tattered cattail tufts
sway in a chilly breeze~
we fish for supper


Details | Rhyme | |

Watered Down

What clears the thoughts of grief? 
Will it ever release me out if this confounded chamber of no relief?

With a sour taste of pride,
Your castle has been watered down
Will I ever find myself a thrilling bride?
My smile has been watered down to a frown

Release the tainted spirit
Gliding hoarsely in my bones 
I rudely throw a fit 
What could get rid of chanting gnomes?

Unfold these watered down regrets
Fiddling with my migraines 
Hang on to the fishing pole...let go of the nets 
Plant me in a jungle full of dreams and and treasure me like gold, once hidden in the dark some cave
Bring all your worries with you and put it in the grave
Don't you guys have any brains? 
Am I the only one going insane in the rain?
Shame...

Negativity swarms in muddied roads 
You watered down my sprouting growth
Your eruption croaking as frightening toads
Let your guilt be your oath

Let your suffering be sevenfold 

Roaming from grassland to awful city,
I find you rather rude...
Your aggressiveness leaving me pinned
On this wondrous amount of gratitude 

Let my suffering take its penalty 

What clears the thoughts of grief? 
I ponder upon this question as I sit alone in this confounded chamber, sending no relief

Check out the fields of crops
Once in a while, take a chance to water it down
Unroll your generosity
Thrive to gather your duty together

Take a sip of the wine,
A lingering taste of ripened grapes and aged   
Eloquent and bitter in its effects and removes your senseless grief
Don't return to your old ways, 
Rolling down on the ground as a drunken swine

There is hope that this garden will be fulfilled, edible and nutritious 
Your responsibility is to keep the field tended and watered down 
gently
Craving for its bogus effects, keeping yourself ambitious 
Feeling high above the vineyard, reaching itself as a tree, 
Wailing for its dandy sun to shine down on its hungry figure 

I worry this obsession is ominous
Could you find another way to feel satisfied by bountiful glory?
The chill-boned feeling could be wondrous
Than it attacks as an ill-tempered viper, 
rage-stricken and snappy

Once in a while, take a chance to water it down the crops
Unroll your generosity towards their needs

It only takes a few drops
Of wine to isolate yourself from doubt

Thrive to gather your duty together
So that you'll chase your destiny on its feet, multiplying the beads 
tied with stable string 

Soon enough, your hope for future cash will be dragging its weight 
down to your chimney top


Details | Free verse | |

Love must be so pliant


Love must be so pliant ,
like a blade of grass,

Bowing to the wind,
till the storm has passed.

Love is enigmatic
Like the sphinx’s smile.

Waiting for an answer,
Nothing is on file.

Love is often near us
Yet we do not see.

Sometimes where we are
Is just the place to be


Details | Haiku | |

Picnic


fisherwomen tramp
along river's berm
we picnic



Details | Free verse | |

Driving used to be fun.

I dont know
what the goverment,
is trying to do.
Robbing the pockets of,
people ,like me and you.
The price of petrol, in the last week,
has rocketed.
Basic food, is also high,
every time you go shopping,
you ask the question why.
Car driving used to be fun,
now most of the streets are no go.
Bus lanes banned for cars,
You would proberbly have more,
fun on mars.
If the prices carry on,
then this car driver,
would like to say
you can call me selfish if you like,
but I am not going to go by bike,
I will carry on my way,
and drive every day.


Details | Haiku | |

A heron

In shallow water
A heron waits for its prey
Standing on one foot!


Details | Abecedarian | |

Favorite Things

Amber
Bouquets,
Charming 
Delights,
Eagles 
Flying,
Great 
Heights,
Indigo
Jewels,
Kawalas
Love
Movie 
Nights,
Oranges
Parades
Quality 
Reviews,
Shooting Stars
Teaching
Understanding
Vibrant 
Waters,
Xeon
Youthful 
Zeal.


Details | Free verse | |

A Mother of Many

Over cooked. 
No one eats it. 
It becomes a Mother.
A nurturing feast.
of Maggots. 
At least it has more heart than you.


Details | Narrative | |

A Modern Travesty

I Did Not Consume My Exquisitely Delicious Boston Cream At The Local donut shop on East Colonial Boulevard For Breakfast This Morning While On My Ravenous Way To My Place Of Employment .


Details | Pastoral | |

(Fulton) Autumns Harvest

F A R M E R S
R E A P I N G
A U T U M N S
H A R V E S T
F E E D I N G
S T A R V E D
N A T I O N S



I'm not sure I did this
correctly. I'm going by
the 7 letters make the 
7 lines. And Pastoral as
meaning a country scene
or way of life. I would like
it if someone could give me
their opinion if it's correct.
Thank you


Details | Narrative | |

Interrupt This Message...

I've been hiding here for years
but you don't know my name
You call me something different
but to me it's just the same
I'm hungry all the time
though I don't eat and tell
I love that cream colored coating
now, you don't feel so well
I devour meat and fats
but I never feel full
I've seen the 'nodes of Ranvier'
with them I have some pull
While I devour fiber with no shame
let me interrupt this message

I've been hiding here for years
but to me it's just a game
You call "myelin, my meal
I was born to inflame
I like getting on your nerves
and there is nothing you can do
Though You'll keep on trying
you can't move when you want to
So make them stop all the research
I must continue to consume
for I mantain control
in this axon of a room
so while I pause to feed
Let me interrupt this message...

I'll continue hiding here for years
as you complain about fatigue
I don't care about your fears
I must fulfill my needs
While you suffer I only hope
they never come up with a cure
because that inventive medication
might make you who you were
You would be walking once again
and feeling really fine
M.S. would be defeated
then I'd run out of time
Oh no, you've taken something new
and you interrupt this message
interrupt this message...
interrupt this mess...


Details | Blank verse | |

Anaclitic misery

Collective and permanent-
In these steps to eliminate, I advance.
Concern soley for the initial incision-the swell beneath lefthand placement and pressure.
Natural movements restricted, the right conducts it's glide across taught purpose.
 Our eyes widen to mirror the separation of her skin.
Warm nourishment begins to flood, I settle beside and case over the lips,
preventing the taste from draining down my chin.
A plentiful volume of ejecta sets the air.
 Collective and permanent- our labors deliver each other entirely from inherent hunger; mine defined by her final cry, dangles above human teeth, instincts screaming against ignorant memory-against these plastic hands which I've soaked heavily.
The creature of all my passion, each and every constant, bears your name as well.
 At this, a plentiful volume of ejecta had set the air. A powerful aroma to compliment my dinner.


Details | Epulaeryu | |

Easter Lamb Special (Inverse Double Epulaeryu)

Leg of lamb with rosemary Herb sauce and berries Mouth-watering aroma Blend of paprika Get a plate in haste Such a great Taste! Nice! Easter crust Slice of delicious Tasty gingerbread Baked with touch a Easter wine Going to my head Ready to royally dine! © Joseph, March 19, 2008 © All Rights Reserved This poem about a delicious dish starts with the regular format of seven syllables in the first line, and it progresses down to one syllable in the seventh and last line. However, the second section starts with an inverse of the first section, whereby the poem starts with the seventh and last line of one syllable and ends with the first line of seven syllables. The form is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1/ and inverse 1/3/5/5/7/5/7. This form was created by Joseph S. Spence, Sr.


Details | Verse | |

Sourdough

This old farmhouse kitchen
could tell its thrifty tales
of hard times, making do,
making bread from nothing –

snatching life out of air…
Snatching life out of air,

she turns wheat and water
to ferment by the stove,
and molds it with her hands
into tart, golden loaves.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Tofu

Whole day in the kitchen
Making my girlfriend favorite dish
I cooking for her tofu
With tomato and salt fish

Tofu is a food can be cook
In so many different ways
She really love it
So I surprising her today

Tofu is made from soybeans
Can absorb flavors of spices and marinades
Is has been a nutritional value
For Asian cuisines for hundred of years

It’s her first time in America
So I want to make it right
With tofu for dinner
Serving under candle lights

I can’t wait to see her smile
When she sees the food I cook
I know she will watch me 
And give me that special look

My girl friend is amazing
To me she means the world
She is more precious than diamond
And the seas full of pearls

I really wish to tell her 
She my heaven on earth
And I mean it from my heart
And I miss her so much it hurt

She told me about tofu
Very popular in western cooking
There is even a tofu festival
Every year they does be celebrating

I have never try tofu
But my girlfriend is very sweet
So what ever she likes 
Bet your dollar I’m going to eat

And I never eat onions
Don’t like how it feels in my mouth
But if she cook it for me
I will eat it all with out a doubt

My girl friend is the best
I’m really in love with her
And she loves tofu
So I will always cook it for her


Details | ABC | |

Drinking My Way Through the ABCs

Apple pucker gets things started.
Bacardi Limon, with Sprite of course.
Cactus Juice, on the rocks.
Dirty mother, one of my Kahlua faves.
Eggnog, now even more so my Christmas fave.
French Connection, takes me to France for next to nothing.
Gin and tonic, just to try it.
Hypnotiq, I'm hooked on it.
Incredible Hulk, he'll tear you up.
Jack Daniels, my new best friend.
Kahlua, add it to coffee...mmmm mmmm good.
Long Island Iced Tea, one is not enough for me.
Malibu and Coke for an island escape.
Nuttini, the only martini that I will touch.
Ouzo, Greeks can keep this for themselves, I wouldn't mind one bit.
Pina coladas, problems soon forgotten.
Quince liqueur, if I have the time.
Rusty Nail, the kind I don't mind if I encounter.
Sex on the beach, now that's always fun.
Tequila one, tequila two, tequila three, tequila floor.
U-238, the only bomb I wanna be blown away by.
Velvet Hammer, can pound on me anytime.
Whiskey, Irish whiskey, preferably...goes down smooth, doesn't burn.
XXX, the Molson that will wreak havoc with my head.
York Peppermint Patty shot when my breath needs refreshing.
Zima, for something to break the ice.


Details | Imagism | |

The Eatery

urban alienation
pehaps ambiance of loneliness
or circumstances ambiguous to show



Automat - 1927

Edward Hopper 
  










Tribute To All Nighter Cafe's
Also Entry For Brian Strands Contest


Details | Pastoral | |

The Banquet

Plaid of red and white 
has been smoothed o’er grass;
feet have been freed
from Mary Jane flats.
Above, the sun, secretly admits
their smiles have triumphed 
over the brilliance of his rays.

Wicker baskets home
blueberries and pears,
and camembert resting 
in rosemary bread;
sausages from veal, herbed and spiced, 
are sweetened with maple: 
much to their delight.
Who would forget 
that sumptuous dessert-
chocolate tart
with caramel glaze?
Fin’lly, the part
anticipated by all:
strawberry wine
with maraschino swirl.

“Cheers!” they say
as crystals kiss for toast;
“even rain this day,
would merely make us waltz.”


Details | Free verse | |

Pies and Seduction

I love the way you stare at fruit pies
that I bring you; your eyes glow
with anticipation, as you lick your lips.

I love the way you eat the fruit pies;
oooooouuuuu.........you say, drowned
in their flavor and sweetness. 

I love the way you act after eating the fruit pies;
licking what remained of the pie from your fingers,
as you stare at me with bedroom eyes.....


Details | Haiku | |

Not Withstanding His Truth

Cut I have the noose
Setting all free now you choose
The spice of death, life


Details | Acrostic | |

living candle

                                                             Living candle 
What is a living candle . People thoughts that that the great man of the world is the living candle how gave lights and happiness to the world with his blood like mathma gandi  , neru and 
Bagant singh etc. but can we miss  some body the most important and valuable person in our life’s . who make our  life better and happy  with his blood and his life . think about it who is this person . 
            In my point of view we miss the main person in our life’s.  our mothers who always play a very big role in our life’s  . mothers always treat the children with his blood . we can say that the mother is the other name of living candle who burn herself and give the light of happiness .
          Is our mother refuse any thing or any work that we demand in our homes  or in our life’s . 
I always see my mother while she is  working and rest of his life she always think about success and a good life of his children’s  . I told you a very most important and a very bad moment in my life  . After my father death our fine national conduction of our family is not so good . In dinner and also breakfast  my mother took food in last .  but why. I tell you the reason of this 
She thinks that’s  firstly  her children’s fulfill his demand of food and after that my mother eats a very low amount of food and she told us that her stomach fain  during the large amount of  food  but that is not true I tell you truth it is not the pain of large amount it is pain of hunger . I see many times that my mother eat nothing . it is morality and love of mother for his children’s
So plz thanks your mother giving you  a very happy and good life .. 
                                                                                                                       WRITTEN BY :- TARUN DABAS
                                                                                                               EMAIL:-dabastarun2@gmail.com


Details | Lyric | |

cattle

they came here and now 
lingering disappointment 
I feel responsible for saying no 
ruining what everyone used to know 
I guess when you loose control 
you have to take a stand 
because the cattle needs a farmer 
to call in the heard 
to shoot them in the end 
unruly cattle.


Details | I do not know? | |

Gift of Poverty

My mother would sit there, 
And watched as we ate,
She lied about eating,
As we cleaned our plate...
The clothes that we wore,
Were ones that she made,
Since she couldn’t afford,
After bills were all paid...
And I still remember,
Me shoveling coal,
While others used oil,
For heat through the cold...
So the room that we shared,
Would always stay warm,
While plastic taped windows,
Would hold back the storm...
Many will tell you,
That I grew up poor,
But poverty blessed us,
With gifts that meant more...
 
( Thank you mom now I see )
 


Details | Haiku | |

Flying Frog

From the lily pond
Green frog jumps with eyes on meal
Web legs extending


Details | Rhyme | |

My Theory of Moles

I have a theory about mole from the Mexican cuisine.
Some will make you happy, others may make you mean.

They are prepared in many different arrangements you see.
Many of certain special ingredients in a labeled degree,

Some are black, red, and green and may be others as well.
Rich in flavors, and textured ingredients, they do tell.

I have only tasted one in my life; I did not like it at all.
However, I have not discounted them, out of my culinary call.

I also feel they are like the gravies we have here in the states.
My grandmothers and now wife, made different plates.

They all taste uniquely unlike, but I enjoyed them well.
Though right now I must say, my wife’s is tastiest to tell.


Details | Alliteration | |

Dining Dames

Dandy daffodils delight
Dainty Dames dining
Complimenting the crispy crossiants
Making their meal magnificent


Details | Haiku | |

Faces

White mouse with cheese runs
Siamese cat one-half paw
Behind, what faces


Details | Terza Rima | |

Pigeons Out Of Place

            Pigeons Out Of Place

Pigeons, sit on cold bronze heads                                
Relieve themselves all day and night for spite               
Fallen soldiers have no say, they are dead                   

Dirty birdies on branches don’t look right                           
They belong on buildings, rusted statues                      
Cold soldiers are toilets on scheduled flights                

Among the people in their human view                                      
Sitting on the park bench doling out bread                                
Man yawns, while birds bob heads when they are through         
                                      
All of God’s good creatures need to be fed               
Even filthy pigeons that tarnish things                                                                                                  
When food is finished, parties head for bed                

In the morning the birds of nature sing      
Pigeons decorate bronze soldiers like kings 
   

Created on 9/08/14 for Terza Rima (About anything you like) Poetry Contest                                                                         
                                                              


Details | Rhyme | |

Heather Honey

Do you remember a song from not too long ago by a popular singer of the name Tommy Roe? This man had many hit songs credited to his name. Some were certified gold records that brought him much fame. From all music by this man of popularity, one song became stuck with unfamiliarity Not going too high on the charts, unfortunately; this was a selection from his album called “Dizzy”. Apparently not making him very much money, the one I am referring to named “Heather Honey”. At a fast food restaurant where I would often go, there was a girl working there that I wanted to know. Not too pretty, but I was interested in her. She worked almost everyday at a cash register. Never noticing me when I gave her my order. this young lady considered me just a customer. One day, another co-worker was sweeping the floor. While I was seated at a table near the front door, she said, “I know you’ve been watching that girl over there. I will bet you like her by the way I am seeing you stare. You are here almost every day in all kinds of weather. If you’d like to know her name, I’ll tell you, it’s Heather.” I was frustrated thinking to know her would be nice. If maybe, there is a subtle way I could break the ice. Then I remembered the song by Mr. Tommy Roe. So to the nearby record store is where I would go. Getting this bright idea while thinking to myself, going to the forty-five RPMs on the shelf, there was one copy of Tommy Roe’s song remaining. I bought the record with three bucks I was retaining. I returned to the fast food restaurant the next day: “I have something to give Heather” is what I would say. While I sat at a table, a manager then said: “She’s busy now, so could I give it to her instead?” So I gave the record and said: “say it’s from me”. From the back, I heard conversation very faintly: “That guy gave Heather a record called “Heather Honey”. In the time I was there, she never came to see me.


Details | Free verse | |

omelette

really, i’m really starving 

from the frame of my room’s window 
afternoon sun looks like an omelette 
wonderful, well-fried, big and wide

but that omelette has been divided,
slaughter by neighbors’ tv antennas 
by phone and electronics cables 
and without a few for my stomach 

i try to make my tears not to drops 
remind me again my mom’s omelette 
i used to be find one, a whole one,
as her love with her children

with continues fallen saliva 
i see that omelette without wink 
but only few seconds then 
it is gone ravenous-dine 
by whom i don’t know 
and then left sky alone 
like dirty-grubby plate 

tonight when dark covers the space 
night lamps one by one wake 
i will crawl go out from my room 
then silently lick the sky-plate 
before cleaned by rain or dew
only to entertain my hunger stomach 
then sleep and dream about an omelette


Details | Free verse | |

Chews To Keep You Away

Chews To Keep You Away
	
Each taste sends you
farther away from me,
that's where I want you to be.
 
Every calorie takes 
your hands to another face,

           far from my body, 
                           
                         my private parts.

                                               my space.
 
Piles of crumbs 
keep you from rubbing on me,
like you did on the bathroom tile 
when I was just a child.
 
Bring on the food!
 


Details | I do not know? | |

I Wouldn't Trade Those Mornings

I love to wake up early but stay in bed awhile.
I just lie still and listen to the sounds that make me smile.

I hear their muffled voices as they think I'm still asleep.
They try to be so quiet...through the house they slowly creep.

I hear the clang of dishes and I know they have a plan.
They'll make the wildest breakfast ever known to man.

I smell the bacon cooking and I know it won't be long.
They find my favorite station as they turn the music on.

I listen as they're coming nearer to my door.
They have to think I'm sleeping so I fake a gentle snore.

They wake me up with kisses...you know I have to grin.
With kids like this I know that life's a game I'm going to win! 


Details | Haiku | |

Smoke Rings

Caring parent feeds. Babe takes in food. Pretty smoke rings for dessert


Details | Free verse | |

Binging on Bings

Summertime, 
in the hot valley, 
I shimmied  up the first few corky feet of the trunk 
and climbed into the high canopy of the 
colossal cherry tree.


Perched, but cautiously,
on the roof
of Uncle Freddy's garage,
gorging myself on
the flesh of
the large, heart-shaped
fruit.


My trick was to pick a mouthful and
then bite down, 
sucking as I did,
a dozen or more
of the deep, 
maroon beauties
exploding in my mouth.


Spitting the seeds onto
the roof and
hearing them roll to
hit the metal gutters
at the side of the building
while Mom and
Uncle Freddy 
and Aunt Jenny
talked about 
grown-up things
below.

I climbed down the tree
my belly full and
my face and hands
stained with the juice
and joy of being
the first to reach the biggest
and ripest
and sweetest
of the tree.


Details | Couplet | |

Carryout Box

Noodle dinner, Italian restaurant
we leave half the food on the plate.
I'm not full but I want to leave
I say, "I'm tired and it's late."

A new ex-boyfriend, another one
learning about your encounters.
"What are you thinking?" I smile
Unsure, the fork twirls leftovers.

Carryout box, unfinished meal
resolved to say all later.
Bruno's, amazing as ever!
Though the talk isn't served by the waiter.


Details | Quatrain | |

ONLY WHEN GOD IS WALKING DOWN MY PATH

I may look very naive and vulnerable,
hiding the pangs of my distress so well,
looking normal and walking too brisk...
only when God is walking down my path.


I seem to look away and shun the troubles,
but inside I am hurting like anybody else,
who dreams of a coming universal peace...
only when God is walking down my path. 


I nourish my body and thank my Creator
for every slice of bread and drink of water,
the essential things that not everyone has...
only when God is walking down my path.


Since my birth, I have been sheltered by a roof top,
feeling no rain, hearing no wind, bearing no bitter cold;
blessings are added daily, not taken away by wrath,
all this is possible...only when God is walking down my path.


I was given a loving mother who cared for my daily needs 
watched me grow and I spiritually grew to praise Him in my hymns; 
and her unforgettable and soft words still echo, as when I knelt down and wept,
not making me stray from my course...only when God walked down my path. 


I have been fortunate enough to have lived and survived
this long and witnessed may events that have shaped
a changing world in constant turmoil, unwilling to get rid of ugly hate;
I feel very sound and safe...only when God is walking down my path.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Alliteration | |

Time for Tea

Tea time on Tuesday
Consumed in a chic cafe
in crimson colored cups
Tasty tradition for Townspeople


Details | Verse | |

Water

I watched the raindrops 
one by one they fell
they filled an empty hole
till it became a well
 
every word of yours is dew
like this rain I seek
the hole here large and empty
for a cistern of waters keep
 
Within I hold these waters
as a gift for you
the life within a garden
cannot without them do
 
The moisture collects in clouds and wind
their circuits round the earth each day
their routes can now be firmly mapped
its requirements to life portray 
 
The bounties hidden in a desert
you won't ever see in bloom
until the rain its torrents fall
saturates the seeds entombed
 
Your words are livings waters
they must fall upon the seed
they cannot germinate or grow
they require this moistures deed
 
Mankind's become a desert place
where scorpions and snakes do dwell
life here is with the cold blooded
from the rainforest they have fell
 
Comprehensive examples  have been left
in all nature and histories show
a better teacher than science books
if we observe what's here to know
 
The fabric of all of life
holds me like a wadi tell
like an archeologist
who digs the sands and dell
 
These nations want gold and silver
but true riches they despise
in the end pursuits of vanity
will damn those who think they're wise
 
Once again you refreshed my mind
when I thought my well be dry
the waters here clean and clear
not bottled with a lie
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | I do not know? | |

Creator, Hornet 's Wife and Snow Princess

Predetermine by the princess and Hornet Queen they worry
about crumbs that fall from the hoe they determine and 
of course there children get nothing and their are food
for the worrys they are insane for fighting the creator and
doing the things they do and believe he will stand by and
hurt creation for it there are not evil angels and if a angel
is hurry feed them and they are your people and Mary
thinks she tells who comes and not she is insane and
so is Christ if someone tells you to do something they
are guessing not ordering you. Do you think that they
will win no people they are so insane now for what they
have done. 
 
Mary or Joe in Mythology and good and kindness will work out
take care of family first and not charity when your aunt is hungry
common sense people.



Details | Narrative | |

Gratitude

Birthdays come but once a year
A day we celebrate, a day to cheer
We all know the day we're born and our age
For birthdays bring us joy or change of stage

The day I celebrated my fourty-ninth year
On the other side of the world fear
Horror for a young girl named Heather
Who was swimming in ocean waters from boat tethered

Swimming around the ocean deep 
Working up an appetitate for something to eat
Was a great white shark fourteen feet, whopper
Jaws powerful enough to bite through copper

At home I thought I had turned fifty
I figured this year would be very nifty
My father who was in his nineties
Reminded me that I was only fourty-ninty

In a land way down yonder
A girl named Heather was pulled under
Great white figured she was good meat
Nice and tender a very tasty treat

A girl named Heather was saved
That very day lived to be one to praise
People who worked to keep her alive
She praised God who lives in hearts and on high

Sara lived many years
Saw her grandsons through tears
She was the strength and glue
Who saw her family's problems through

Just in recent years in a land down under
A fourteen foot great white shark did blunder
Caught in a fisherman's net
He'll probably live this mistake regret

No, the fisherman cuts the lines
Frees his catch and shark from bind
Now the shark he named Cindy
Follows him around even when windy

Follows him everywhere he goes
Let's him pet her on her nose
Rub her belly and dorsal fin
She even grunts and tries to grin

Which of these do you think is the most grateful
Heather who is now disable
The shark who was spared his life
Or Sara the mother, grandmother, and wife


(The story about Heather is true. The shark circled and bit her right leg.  Then circled and 
grabbed her left leg.  The people on the boat were hitting the shark and try to pull her into 
the boat and the shark took her whole left leg off.  She was only attended by a nurse who 
was on the boat and radioed a doctor on shore as to what to do.  She was 20 hours away 
from the nearest doctor.  She was lifeflighted to a hospital in California where she had to 
have multiple surgeries and now has an artificial leg.     The story about the shark caught in 
a fisherman's net was really not true.  The grandmother here was a true story.)


Details | Free verse | |

THE LITTLE KID

A handsome but tattered looking boy
Light complexioned kid
Innocently looking harmless
“My belle dey cry
Hungry dey kill me o
Make una settle me now
Wuse, one chance, one chance
Driver, wait make dem
Dash me money for food”
Echoed his voice to my ear

I was a morning passenger
In a rush to see a friend
Other passengers laughed it off
The kid is very funny
Morning comic relief they thought.

The little kid,
One out of many
A Non-Nigerian, Chadian origin
Oh! Oh! I see, they all said
But what about Nigerians
Don’t we beg too?

Poverty has only one name
Colour, age, sex, origin
Counts not here,
When it calls,
We answer the register in unison.

For many little kids
And many old ones out there
Time to stop begging beckons.


Details | Haiku | |

Harvest Gold Trilogy (Haiku Series)

the golden harvest
reflecting love from above
God's nature at work
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
blue sky and white clouds
a blanket of protection
nourishing the fields
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
wheat for many souls
flourishing abundantly
fulfillment of love
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



Details | Rhyme | |

A Toast To Mom

oh the weather outside is frightful
and having snowball fights were so delightful

getting hit in the butt and head
then laughing cause you start seeing red

hooking on car bumpers for a little ride
wearing tennis shoes we did slip and slide

mama yelling to get off or you'll be dead
we never listened to what she had said

socks for gloves to keep little hands warm
even amidst a blizzards storm

soaked from head to foot
looking like santa's outfit full of soot

but what I remember about fun the most
was waiting for mama's hot coco and apple butter toast


on that speical Christmas morning day
before the Lord had came and taken her away


   {R.I.P. Mama}


Happy Holidays All
Love Kathy And Jenny

Also Entry For 
Deborah Guzzi's
Holiday Songs In Poem Form
Gl All


Details | Quatrain | |

What 3 sins seem to cause most evil in the world


Drunkenness
Dishonesty and
Impurity
They are therefore to be carefully avoided at all times

11272011


Details | Haiku | |

Hot Chilies

Three alarm hot fire
Mouth burns from the chilies
Hurts like no other

Russell Sivey


Details | Rhyme | |

Skinner's Farm

          Weeds deeds tractors and, 
          seeds dirt on hands, mud on jeans.
          Mother nature giving way to this
          farmland my family has made.

         Cattle, pigs grain and, rye 
         wheat, barley I question why?
         Corporate takeovers, governments  
         greed, is ruining our farmlands and,
         the farmers creed to feed the hungry
         families.

         So, what's to come from years of sweat?
         of working ones body almost to death.
         Building a farm from beginning to end
         dawn to dusk never seems to end.

         Family traditions generations gone by
         to be a farmer now one can't survive so,
         throw in the deeds tractors and, seeds
         dirt on hands, mud on jeans, give up trying
         let it be, when it died it took a part of me.


Details | Quatrain | |

a pinch of civil seasoning

back at the Arab Spring
and now a Wall Street Fall
citizens of foundering faith
just wanna change it all

believing in a higher purpose
is passing the way of the horse
power to too few, or many, versus
the prospect of anarchy, of course

can an untouchable or a herder
share with a CEO or Senator
can a cashier and a shop helper
turn from a debtor to a creditor

can people be allowed a chance
to live small lives in big places
without losing the race in advance
beaten and broken, hopes displaced

i mean, we all need to eat to live
the emaciated and the obese, both
there's enough Mother Earth to give
every human some economic growth

but economic growth must be balanced
with growth of spirits' understanding
lest our hearts' remorse need be penanced
for greed blinded with misunderstanding 

if i want to break that monied broker,
one of the few to own the power
am i any better a worthy life-maker
than him within his baubled bower

civility begins with our forgiveness
of others, and harder, of ourselves
for the deep greed and covetiveness
that all carry within their cells

summer was hot and so too our passions
lest we suffer the winter of our discontent
let's follow our better desires with actions
to say what we mean, then live our intent

with some sage wisdom and a bit of thyme
we might be able to curry some favor
twixt one 'n' other's condiments sublime
'n' cook up a society we can equally savor

© Goode Guy 2011-10-03


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Pancakes (Epulaeryu)

Maple syrup on the top
Hash browns on the side
Scrambled eggs with peppers too
Sweet pancakes for you
They’ll taste delicious
With cold milk
Wow!




The “Epulaeryu” consists of seven lines with thirty-three (33) syllables.   The first 
line has seven (7) syllables, the second line five (5), the third line seven (7), the 
fourth line five (5), the fifth line five (5), the sixth line three (3), and the seventh line 
has only one (1) syllable which ends with an exclamation mark.  It’s all about 
delicious food. The Epulaeryu poem was developed by Joseph Spence after 
enjoying many delicious and nourishing international cuisine and drinks during 
his most memorable travels.


Details | Haiku | |

Windmill

Slowly turns windmill
By the gentle wind, grass grows
Eaten by the cows


Details | Senryu | |

' Complicated ' 5th Senryu

‘ Complicated ’

Give Me Crème-Fill-Cake
Complicated Cookies Bake
Nuts, That I Can’t Take ! ...


Details | Rhyme | |

cookin' up enough

the world's a pot
and we're all the spoons
wanting a taste to eat
smellin' life's scents
stirring things up
stewin' with our meat

there's just as much
to eat here today as
there was back before,
and there's just the
same peoples here too,
well, maybe a few more

so what's in the pot
besides some stones
to stock the soup
do you have enough
a few carrots perhaps
to share with the group

the soldiers clever
back from chaotic war
devised some psychology
to open the larders
of all the citizens
cooking up a feastology

reheated stone soup
is what can taste best
a restock to restart
and share with each other,
simmering care won't boil
it just fills the hungry hearts

© Goode Guy 2011-08-15

it's all in how it's spread out...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stone_soup


Details | Personification | |

Diamond

Cut 
The apple 
You 
See a star
In 
My heart
A 
Diamond-
That is 
You.


Details | Free verse | |

Pickle (written by 9 year old girl)

Pickle
Bumpy, lumpy
Crunchy, munchy lunchy
Cucumbers making you pucker
Gherkin


Details | Senryu | |

Hershey, PA

Dutch flowers painted
bright on barns to welcome us
to chocolate country.


Details | Senryu | |

' Clearly Grace ... ' 42nd Senryu


  Yeah, Can’t Wait To Taste
But, Before We Feed Our Face …
     Get A Glass Of Grace


Details | Verse | |

little things

to begin at the end, on the other side of pretend
we toast all that once was but could never be again
while in the shadows of our merry feast,
lurks all that mattered the least


Details | Tanka | |

Showing These People

All will receive sight
Unveiling want they don’t want known
Truly you have choice
His voice speaks to and thru you
Not let them you tell He false


Details | I do not know? | |

Our Future

Some things our not what they seem.
As I think of the world and all it's promises.
My mind wonders why is all this violence around?
Why do people discriminate?
All this hate?
 
  What do we do?
Turn our back and say it's not so?
Our children of the world crying for a better tomorrow.
Help from all the sorrow and pain.
Like some cold scary storm brewing .
Those children can't help what there going through.
The question is what do we do?

 Children our the future of this world.
They will make decisions for tomorrow.
Our job is to take care of this today.
They should play, love ,and be cuddled.
Not in some orphanage huddled .

 Some on the streets and not having nothing to eat.
There stomachs so hungry like a whole eating through.
With there little minds wondering what there going to do?
No food to feed there little brains.
Nor get there tummys full.
How our we going expect a world full of promises and dreams?
If we treat our future of today like yesterday.
God will only make the diffrence in this world.
The day we see the light...
Thats is the day we will have sight.
To win this fight..


Details | Haiku | |

Meals Make Memories

          E    E
     H    .    .    S          memories
C   .       .       .   E            made   
---------------------         together
A N D    C U R D S
---------------------               just
B   .       .       .   R            eat &
     U    .    .    E                enjoy
          R    G

(By curds, I am referring to cheese curds.)


Details | Pantoum | |

Three-Story Pie

Whipped meringue piled high
Underneath the rest of the pie
Layer upon layer pleases the taker
Mother the best pie maker

Underneath the rest of the pie
Vanilla custard soft and yellow lies
Mother the best pie maker
Now the recipe in memory has died

Vanilla custard soft and yellow lie
Layer upon layer please the taker
Now the recipe in memory has died
Whipped meringue--piled high


Details | Haiku | |

A New Day Begins


a new day begins
in a sparkling morn sunshine
I eat my cereals


Details | Free verse | |

Innocent Battle

A soft whistled howl and a mournful cry of pain
Small fox lies dying with a crimson stained fur coat
Its children left to suffer and yet so weak and frail

A content wolf watches its prey from a distance
Claws digging deep within the cold battered land
Tail silently swaying to and fro as desire increases

From the shadows of the shrub a silhouette emerges
A heart shattering cry of pain echoes amid the area
Its small heart seizes to beat within her small chest


Details | Free verse | |

Impoverished Fate

She drooled over
the soggy fries
discarded in
the foul rust bin.
She feasted with
the famished flies
and cockroaches.

She bathed her throat
with the drink tagged
imitation ---
quenching the thirst
of her dried hoarse
esophagus.

In occasion,
she would look
at the portraits
of the people
inside and wished
for the same fate.

As they leave the frames,
she begged for
old alchemist mints
and cherished them
like fine aurum
that can be pawned
for a treasure
more valuable.


Details | I do not know? | |

Dinner out was on the menu

 Well can you smell it in the air
A winning smile A nod a wink.
All the while Its odd I think.
Is it me that gets looked at
Or is it just the spot I sat
No matter I will smile back
Leave no chance for any slack
The food so good dessert and drink
Ate all I could so asserted to the brink
To fill my face with such style and grace
Is something that I chase and will so embrace
They made me some food that did take many hours
But only takes minutes as everyone just sits and devours
It is not me its everyone we all came here for food and fun
Dinner out was on the menu just went out to choose a venue
Bye for now its time to go but I’ll be back for sure as you know


Details | Epulaeryu | |

Come On I Want Smore

Ideally assembled right
Sinfully scrumous
Molten mountain gooeyness
Recreational
Skewered fashioned drive
Do you want
Smore !




Details | Kimo | |

Sugar

Sugar, sweet, and everlasting in me
Sticks to my ribs defining
What my body’s made of

Russell Sivey


Details | Tanka | |

Roadside Utilities

Each time was done fall
A rest stop to listen to
Almighty the One
Providing you sustenance
Direction are then made clear


Details | Free verse | |

Easy Practitioners of Another Voodoo

Easy Practitioners of Another Voodoo

While I was counting the cost of steak
And while depressed about her over weight
He was counting grains of rice
She was forced into a life of vice

And while the self righteous contemplate
Judgement day is a “next” meal “day” maybe “today” ( to late )
And the Judicial reprimands of “Burning Hell” are made
In the easy sanctimonious litany wealth

Bigots of the easy excuse
Sticking pins in those who have “no choice”
Easy practitioners of another voodoo
With punching high hand and waving bible

And while my tiny world revolves on petrol
And my tiny mind rumbles counting cholesterol
Their tiny portion evolves with racism
Their tiny lives end in starvation

This western ideology of comfortable supremacy
In this augmented and cosseted luxury
Of billable hours and ever enhanced entertainment
You sit back, just relax, and wait for the “Judgement”
Of voting and squabbling over opinion
While children “die” of malnutrition
And as my fast burger gravitates to the better bigger
It gives me the blind ignorant swagger
Of a bully in a play pen 

Ignorant fool of devotion
Voodoo representative of a “Jezebel” nation
Indoctrination of the “money” dogma
Is our only inkling of our own propaganda

What dirt ? What Sorrow ? By life have we suffered
Have our hands buried children we Mothered and Fathered
Or have we forgotten how to identify
“And there, but for the grace of “God” go, “ I ” 

While I was deducting the account of living
They were drawing water and smiling
And the pious sat back waiting for “Divine Wrath”
But those people knew what their water was worth

Easy practitioners of another voodoo
Sticking pins through the bible 
Into those who have “no choice”
Bigots of the easy excuse


Details | Bio | |

my motherII

i have known this lady 
since i was a baby
she took care of me from the womb
not leading me to the tomb
all she gave me was love so pure
of that i am always sure
we do have our differences
but i love her all the same
through thick and thin she's been there
she is my personal angel
my own mother
she is like no other
she's always there when i need her
and i love her more than words can say


Details | Concrete | |

Apples

Sweet, but ever so sour
Crunchy, but undeniably soft
Autumns blooming colors
Some wild, Some captive
Hungry mouths crave them
Hungry mouths claim them
From seed to tree,
Tree to bountiful fruit


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Fouad Abbas

He was steering us somewhere
This Fouad Abbas
Having given up the world as unreachable
Now took hold the yellow disc
and wrested what was left
into some sort of plan.


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

On Knowing the Dark Side

How does one begin to have recognized
First it requires that one admits to one’s self
Do I live my life in search of perfect health?
Then the dark side has ye hypnotized 

You see the darkness is quite clever
Once you wallow in its fear of loss
Are you starting to understand you pay the cost?
Controlling your destiny forever

Caring not for another human being condition
Driving in you a false perception of need
Increasing in you one’s emotional greed
See now thee that it has a dark mission?


Details | Rhyme | |

As I Seek God He'll Come to ME


You will find God when you seek
 him with all of your heart.
Getting on your knees in prayer 
is a good place to start!

Remember... A double-minded man is 
unstable in his ways.
He has no true direction in 
life when he prays.

Draw near to God and he'll 
draw near to you.
His word will be your guide 
in all that you do.

Hunger for his righteousness... 
and be filled!
Drawing close to Jesus is
 what God has willed!

He desires an intimate love... 
more than words can say!
Come to him now... with no more delay!

Trust him with all of your heart... 
not your own understanding.
In everything...acknowledge him... 
and heed his commanding!

Obey his command to serve with 
body, sould and mind.
Everlasting peace and love you will surely find!

His desire for you to know and
 love him is never ending.
Come to him now... please... 
no more "pretending."

Reach out today... and call on his 
wonderful name!
His love for you is forever 
and will never change!

Allow him to bring joy to your 
heart and pure delight!
Please come to him now.. why not tonight?

By JIm Pemberton



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living candle

                                                             Living candle 
What is a living candle . People thoughts that that the great man of the world is the living candle how gave lights and happiness to the world with his blood like mathma gandi  , neru and 
Bagant singh etc. but can we miss  some body the most important and valuable person in our life’s . who make our  life better and happy  with his blood and his life . think about it who is this person . 
            In my point of view we miss the main person in our life’s.  our mothers who always play a very big role in our life’s  . mothers always treat the children with his blood . we can say that the mother is the other name of living candle who burn herself and give the light of happiness .
          Is our mother refuse any thing or any work that we demand in our homes  or in our life’s . 
I always see my mother while she is  working and rest of his life she always think about success and a good life of his children’s  . I told you a very most important and a very bad moment in my life  . After my father death our fine national conduction of our family is not so good . In dinner and also breakfast  my mother took food in last .  but why. I tell you the reason of this 
She thinks that’s  firstly  her children’s fulfill his demand of food and after that my mother eats a very low amount of food and she told us that her stomach fain  during the large amount of  food  but that is not true I tell you truth it is not the pain of large amount it is pain of hunger . I see many times that my mother eat nothing . it is morality and love of mother for his children’s
So plz thanks your mother giving you  a very happy and good life .. 
                                                                                                                       WRITTEN BY :- TARUN DABAS
                                                                                                               EMAIL:-dabastarun2@gmail.com


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Torture chamber (something the world needs to know)

in your own backyard
people being tortured by a game
of making your life unfair
without breaking any laws
people like charles manson have proved it
a manipulative emotional blackmail
of lies they are told
that they then experience

Martyred by my sex life
and a musical message of your
november rain
the impulse of 21 things you want in a lover
gives those born in 1979 the zipper blues

the emotional testimonies
of the secret service
listening in on the phone lines of every police station
waiting for 911 operators to make the wrong move
internal affairs overwhelmed by the look alikes
positioning themselves in your own presinct
full well knowing we have them surrounded
the twins you couldn't tell apart
don't even look alike anymore

What did you think all those people do
in all those office jobs
how many times have you been given the oppurtunity
to do the right thing
as retired policemen help us with this set up
if life is just a game
and your tests to pass as you do your job
are just experience to help you along the way

Quality control
grinning through the whole show
picture perfect private parts
craving physical bonding which gives men a high more than drugs
psychologicaly manipulated to partake in chemical warfare
the one thing you have in common
will become more obvious

World reknown sting operation
leaves us walking on water
a village in bed by 7 oclock
after a sewage leak
millions of mosquitos
and unfortunately a government that doesnt care
about the lives of over 800 people
needing to be vaccinated

the constant ring of the phone lines
exposing who is really up to what
for now you have something to work on
after doing your homework
we can turn this nightmare into a much better game
many victoms of this psychological blackmail
certain doctors overwhelmed
the internet a never ending source to resolve this
to create societies safety net
a genius plan to be worked on
so that it becomes impossible for mankind to fail

achieving world peace through a food fight
how hard is it to walk in circles and shake hands for the lives of millions of people
waiting on your world leaders hand and foot
if there is something in your food we will eventually let you know
if you dont want to do your job as a politician
then global entertainment you have become
in a never ending game to make your lives unfair
with the promises of rewards
as we cheerlead you to a diplomatic resolution


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Be Safe My Friends

It's almost here,
Thanksgiving Day,
when families celebrate,
in their own special way.
Miles will be traveled,
as the food is prepared,
that special home,
full of love, and prayers.
Be safe my friends,
in the air, and on road,
as you travel to loved ones,
to eat that turkey baked brown, and gold.
We will meet here again,
after this day,
take care my friends,
on this busy day.


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Time and Work

Ecclesiastes 8:6NCV
There is a right time and a right way for everything.
John 6:27
Do not work for food that spoils, but for food that endures to eternal life.



We wonder sometimes with great worry about what time will bring. We must remember that 
God has given time to us as a gift. God was present at the beginning of time and He will be 
present at the end of time.

We cannot fear for the future because it is God's hand on eternity. It is you who dictates 
your time by the choices you make. We often feel there is not enough hours in the day to 
accomplish our tasks. We often feel there is never any time for ourselves. Remember to ask 
God to help you, and He will show you where and how to find the time.

God will put your mind at ease with time. Time is a gift, and everyday is yours. God wants 
you to live free and without worry of time. He will walk with us every step of the way every 
time.

As all of us on Earth must work to sustain our lives here, we must also remember to work 
for our spiritual well being. Your relationship with God will provide you with the food for your 
spirit. The food for your spirit is a great variety such as wisdom, understanding, joy, peace, 
love, and patience. In this job you have only one boss and that is God. That is a great 
comfort in knowing you have such a great boss as God. This is a perfect side job, working to 
feed your spirit. Start your application process now by praying to God. He will surely hire 
you and your spirit will be fed.


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I Flee from the Storm


I could wish to see down but I choose to see up.
I step to the well to take a drink from life’s cup.
All I leave behind become the pieces I discard,
Life becomes easier where once it was hard.

The sun filters through some gray clouds in the sky.
Snowflakes drift downward from a place way up high.
They blanket the ground making it fresh and new,
I see only my tracks as I start to walk through.

I gaze upon a bird looking for food on the ground,
I stand and watch quietly, without making a sound.
It takes it's beak and brushes the snow aside,
Below the surface is where the food does hide.

At first the bird finds nothing but simply doesn’t give in.
The snow is like a haystack the bidd looking for a pin.
As the bird keeps digging it finally starts to sing,
The clock on the bell tower begins to ring.

It is almost like the bell says it’s time to eat.
the bird doesn't give up and knows not of defeat.
As I watch this process I think there is this I learn
To get what you need, you seek out what you yearn.

Suddenly a squirrel comes and joins in at the feast.
The bird looks at him funny like some sort of beast.
There seems some commotion and the bird flies away.
It seems that the squirrel sent the bird on its way.

It seems rather simple yet there is a lesson inside.
There still remains food uinder the surface it hides.
It took a little work but it was always buried below,
Dig past the surface and the treasure will show.

I start to feel cold so I turn back for home.
I follow my tracks the same way I shall roam.
I get back inside where it is cozy and warm,
I find some shelter and flee from the storm.


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chicken and other foods

 Chicken and Other Foods.  

She is coming home tonight, been away for two days.
Bought her, what she likes… a well roasted chicken.
 On the farm where I was brought up, old hens that
didn’t lay eggs as before had heads chopped off and
ended up in the pot. Incredible tough meat had to boil 
it for hours. Never liked the smell in a chicken coop,
I think concentration camps must have stunk like that
too many bodies in small rooms and no escape. 
 The coop’s capo wasn’t safe either, when it didn’t
perform as before, off with its head. When she enjoys 
her roasted chicken with lemon sauce I will eat a burger, 
since it doesn’t look remotely like a dead animal and as 
I have never seen a dead cow, only milked them every
morning at five, it will taste ok with Italian salad.  


Details | I do not know? | |

Why Are You Here

Trees are here,
So I can climb.
But also here,
So I can eat.

Streams are here,
So I can swim.
And also here
So I can drink.

You are here
To make me laugh.
But also here,
So I can love!


~Written in 2003 (Tuesday, 4th, March) when I was fourteen.~


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Cold Dessert

Pint Ice cream Cold delight Desired evening It’s pure ecstasy I got my fill Delicious Dessert Cold
Russell Sivey Form: Ninette Entrant into Joann Grisetti's "Ninette " contest 3/20/2012


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Thanksgiving Turkey (Inverse Double Epulaeryu)

Nice turkey for Thanksgiving Flavorful tasting Dressing aroma rising Temperature on low Sage wings, breast and thighs Like a rose Sweet! Ahhh! Chardonnay Fine cranberry sauce Well seasoned gravy Succulent taste such splendor Cornish hen—it’s last! Turkey on my plate—gone fast! © Joseph, 11/1/07 © All Rights Reserved The poem starts with the regular format of seven syllables in the first line and progress down to one syllable in the seventh and last line. However, the second section starts with an inverse of the first section, whereby the poem starts with the seventh and last line of one syllable and ends with the first line of seven syllables. The form is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1/ and inverse 1/3/5/5/7/5/7. This form was invented by Joseph S. Spence, Sr.


Details | Epulaeryu | |

Morning Tea (Epulaeryu)

Western delish scrambled eggs Warm country biscuits Spread with soft and cool cream cheese Crispy bacon?—Please! Herbal tea blending Flavor ascending This is so Good! © Joseph, 10/10/2007 © All Rights Reserved The Epulaeryu poem is about delicious food and drinks. It consists of seven lines with thirty-three syllables. The first has seven syllables, second line five, third line seven, fourth line five, fifth line five, sixth line three, and seventh line only one syllable which ends with an exclamation mark. The Epulaeryu poetic form syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. Each line has one thought relating to the meal, and concludes with the ending line expressing the writer’s excitement and feelings about the meal. The Epulaeryu poetic form was invented by Joseph Spence.


Details | Haiku | |

Cookie Crumbs

A cookie crumbles
But is still just as sweet as
The one unbroken.


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Learning Cant Go Back

Every second that I search in this dark cave
Come with me my friend your freedom awaits
Fore I take you to the gate, nay it be ye never to late
Never shall ye again be thee enemies slave

If ye fear than stand thee behind
In my left hand I wield His shield
And my right will make the enemy yield
I go back now to free all mankind

No longer shall I leave them blind
Ending this sifting in the darkness
Death to what once was inertness
It is I Jesus Christ who has aligned 


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Yes Ye Will-Will Come

Oh, how it is so much fun
All having been given a choice
You can hear it in their voice
As we all dance and play in the sun

The there are many who shall turn and run
Living a continuous life of evil
End the end it will only bring upheaval
In truth their virtue, they have none


Details | Senryu | |

Plants

Some have a pigment.
It is called chlorophyll.
We eat plants for meals.


















written Fall 2004
while student @ ULM


Details | Light Poetry | |

The least loved-

You were like a bird perched high up in the tree, which did stare down upon the 

very worms on the ground. With your eye piercing through the ground you did see 

me try to slither back to the safety of the soil, but you did pluck me from the 

ground and with one swift swallow you did devour me whole. I did try to hide from 

your piercing stare as you measured my slithering body and pluck me from the 

ground and swallowed me up like a sink hole that came upon a rainy day and 

eroded the earth from beneath and unseen…Mother earth save me from her 

beak and return me safely to your soil rich grounds? There I will labor until they 

beseech you with their cries for your tears and raise me once again to the very 

top, where once again I shall be at the mercy of their beaks and sharp talons as 

they dig me from the ground once more. And feed me to her little ones…Truly this 

is in the masters plan? The weak for the hungry and the least love shall be feed 

to the many that call upon Mother Nature’s tears to raise the weakest from the 

ground to feed the many that beckon and she does hear their call.  This time I 

surrender my slithery soul in the name of what is right I shall fight no more!


Details | Lanterne | |

CULTURAL REVOLUTION

Till
and plough
broadcast,sow
harvest and mow-
rest
and
give thanks-
the circle
in which all lives
flow


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Unwanted Food

Eating sausages needing more salt
Planes rumble from up above
Refrigerator does not work
Cooling is secondary for food
Eyes are huge when morsels come
Oblivious to words of warning
Songs emit when eating quickly
Joyful bliss, comments over bound
Listening to snap, crackle, and pop
Eating away, feeling explosive
Food plows inside, too much
Sounds make for unbalanced head
Legs crossed, poor feelings falling
Down, down, down the ground holds
The butt, hitting rock bottom
And the meal bleeds out the body
Showing the food feels unwanted
Never wanted to be eaten again

Russell Sivey


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Nay Sayers Deny Greatest Fear

Charity to others means giving to you
Helping all fellow (wo)man is part of the plan 
Righteousness existing in you be the clue
Integrity to self above everything else
Spiritual intent must be in cement
This will save the earth giving new birth
Jesus Christ what more must I say?
Earthly bound fear is nothing to steer
Sex is used to keep hold of you
Utterly lustful desire leads to fire
Suffering this state tough one to equate


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Succulent Mangoes (Whitney)

They grow on 
Short and tall trees
All year long.
Their juice so sweet,
Succulent,
For everyone
Who loves tropical sweetness.

© Joseph, 11/14/07
© All Rights Reserved

The Whitney poem is a titled, syllabic, one verse form created by Betty Ann 
Whitney.  It has seven lines with a syllable pattern of: 3/4/3/4/3/4/7. The form can 
be written with or without rhymes.


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An Apple A Day (Epulaeryu)

Fill me with love my soul cries
Sweet fruit for my life
Comforting is your pure sight
Rapture of your skin
Takes away mine ills
Oh apple
Spice!

© Joseph 1/1/08
© All Rights Reserved


This religious Epulaeryu is based on Song of Solomon 2:5. The “Epulaeryu” 
poem is about delicious food and drinks. It consists of seven lines with thirty-
three syllables. The first line has seven syllables, the second line five, the third 
line seven, the fourth line five, the fifth line five, the sixth line three, and the 
seventh line has only one syllable which ends with an exclamation mark. Each 
line has one thought relating to the main course. The Epulaeryu poetic form 
syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. It has corresponding lines built around the main 
course, and concludes with the ending line expressing the writer’s excitement 
and feelings about the meal.  The Epulaeryu poetic form was invented by Joseph 
Spence.


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Life As We Know It

We live in a world that's hostile.
Where things seem impossible.
What we believe to see appears to be visible.
The truth lies with our lives like unburied fossils.
Only we can make our dreams possible.
The truth is always revealed before our sight.
Who don't want to be treated right?
Hate and evil will never have victory.
There is a plaque of depression and misery.
We the human race must continue to rebuke the enemy.
Just in case you didn't notice we're in a spiritual war.
Things we don't need or want we just crave for more.
Time has expired.
We treat Jesus like He is for hire.
What happen to our country's legacy?
Now days can we still define democracy.
The stories we now tell will never end.
But will they ever begin.


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Eucharist - in its spiritual realm

Along with Jesus' discourse as the Bread of Life,
bears a powerful meaning of his divinity.
It's a metaphor with spiritual truth,
that identifies himself as food for our souls.

As a sign of his broken body and his shed blood;
the inner call reflects to abide in him.
We partake of the meal, a sacred meal,
to make us one with him, abiding in the Lord Jesus Christ.

What an experience of joy to receive him!
with a great deal of gratitude and reflection.
It's a spiritual fulfillment, a source of strength
that enables one to sustain his life amid struggles.

The Eucharist we celebrate each day
draws us to believe that there's hope.
As a spiritual food that makes us grow,
we're hopeful to embrace life and start anew.


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The Ducks Are Free

   Within my sight of ocean breeze
I see the curve of earth and sea
The little ducks as they walk about
A show of wings for a simple handout.
   White clouds pass, subtle and calm
Giving rest to the sun upon the kiddie pond
The sunlight twinkles as the children play
Together they're dancing within the waves.
   Here comes a duck with questioning eyes
A piece of bread or even some pie?
Bikinis and trunks play in the sand
Not one of them lovers, not one holding hands.
   This all seems distracted as in playful dispute
The beach is so quiet, maybe they're mute
The glare of the sun brings me back to my write
I see the seagulls attacking a kite.
   Although the beach I thought serene
This one corrects me of all I have seen
Only the ducks seem peaceful to know
Their questioning eyes and hunger side show.
   The people are sad or poor I bet
To come to this beach, in silence get wet
If this is the price of the beach for me
I'll come for the ducks, the ducks are free.

     BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
     September 14, 2008


Details | I do not know? | |

To be the King

I Know I got what it takes to be the king
All the hardship, went from shiny to tarnished but still I’m me
Never flip flop’n call me offensive Cochran I can score wit D.
I soar to the occasion ready for war and I’m blaze’n like a G
Ready for the creep for any pretend men thinking they a beast in the east
I hold down my town the DYT, getting money buildin’ up the DYT.
Like a king supposed to be, take a tour explore with me
I’ll show you the side where we abide by the G code they supplied to me
Breed wit the heart of a winner; forgive a sinner who’ll ride like me
With the intent to prevent us with live’n in the system
Body of a young gunner think logic like an old runner and I got some wisdom
I know I’ll win some miss some, cruise some lose some but I’m never done
I posse what it takes to be now and next, come out the block’s like a vet, finish 
and be know as  the best.
Even a judge couldn’t object to my runnin’s to be the king now
Just look and screen my background to see what I’ll bring now
Leadership to lead a clique to the top of the food chain
Not greedy with my cheese or chip’s cause I know how food change
Stand up type, never run type go hard or go home a “demand mine’s” type
It takes a man’s mind right to revive the hive so the workers is workin’ right
My experience appears in my appearance you see it in my eyes and in my voice when 
you hear it.
When I broke the mold, the angels were told to rejoice and sing
The dawning of a new era I know what its takes to be the King


Details | Quatrain | |

MORE THAN A BLESSING

Rain is more than a blessing,
watch it from a window pouring...
birds take a long bath as little springs form;
and kids run outside to get wet and dance in the storm.


Rain is good for every tree, pant and flower,
and on them we daily rely for food and adornment...
plenty of showers in warm spring, thunders in scorching summer;
the happy eyes of farmers love to see it fall on fields for a bountful harvest.


Without rain the earth would be a huge desert,
no plant life would survive in arid soil and the cattle
on prairies would aimlessly roam to find a river for their thirst, 
many will die and the cowboys without their wild horses wouldn't be so festal.


Rain is a source of wealth and more than a blessing, it promises
pretty roses in bloom, abundant fruits on trees and wheat with golden kernels
in the fileds, where those stuffed scarecrows protect them from very hungry ravens;
imagine life without rainfalls, it'll resemble the somber moon with dry valleys and canyons.
 


Details | Sijo | |

Bundles Of Sticks

I will chop the tall tree into a big bundle of sticks
Smaller bundles I will pile near the house as winter approaches
So it may warm my family and food when it is needed 


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The Dreaded Day

Today is the Dreaded Day
That many will be put out on the street
And others won’t have any power
And others won’t have any food to eat.

And other’s children won’t have a Christmas
They won’t have any presents by a tree
They won’t even have a tree at all
They’ll feel lucky if they get to eat.

This is American reality today
People are living on the streets
People who could never have imagined
That this is where that they would be.

They look at themselves in the mirror
And wonder where did they go wrong
They live in this great country
How long can this go on?

These are highly educated people
With their Masters and Phds
Why is there no work for them?
There is no  place for them to work
How is it that this can be?

And then there are the other ones
Who just want to work for an honest wage
And there is no work for them as well
No chance of employment at any place.

The weeks and months have been turned into years by now
They’ve long since lost track of how many days.

There has to be a solution
For our country to get back to where it’s been
Something is going to have to give
For all Americans to live as men.

We didn’t ask to live like a bunch of animals
To be begging for food on the streets
We deserve to have some dignity
We should be able to work for what we need.

So damn all those who have caused this financial mess
Those who have injured all those of us with pride
Let them live with the devil until eternity ends
It’ll be a fitting punishment for what they’ve done to others in this life.

God bless all of those who are fighting every day just to survive
Who now don’t even have enough to eat
God bless their defenseless children
Who continue to struggle and live in need.

One has to continue to believe in goodness
That those who do the right thing will somehow win
And that American Prosperity and Industry
Will return to our country once again.

Today is the Dreaded Day
That many will be put on the street
And others won’t have any power
And others won’t have any food to eat.

(December 22,  2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,


Details | Light Poetry | |

Spice - Eyes

The Little Girl Had Spice – Eyes…
They Were Brown, Like Ginger
Big In Size
Sassy As Cinnamon
And Warm Pepper – Fires…
That Welcomed Guests
And Said Mace – Goodbyes
The Little Girl Had Spice – Eyes

The Little Girl Had Spice – Eyes
With A Sprinkle and Twinkle,
Bright – Bursts, Like Chives
Fresh And Pure As Mint
True As Salt… No Disguise
The Little Girl Had Spice – Eyes

Sweet As HoneyCakes
(That’s No Surprise)
But Sharp As Garlic
When Chastised
And Sour As Lemon – Drops
When She Cries
The Little Girl Had Spice – Eyes

The Little Girl Had Spice – Eyes
They Were Smart As Sage
In Her, ‘Asking’, “Why’s”
Thyme After Time
She Always Tries
To Win Love’s Prize
She Had Sugar And Spice Of Life Eyes

The Little Girl Had Sugar And Spice
And Everything Nice – Eyes…


Details | Acrostic | |

living candle

                                                             Living candle 
What is a living candle . People thoughts that that the great man of the world is the living candle how gave lights and happiness to the world with his blood like mathma gandi  , neru and 
Bagant singh etc. but can we miss  some body the most important and valuable person in our life’s . who make our  life better and happy  with his blood and his life . think about it who is this person . 
            In my point of view we miss the main person in our life’s.  our mothers who always play a very big role in our life’s  . mothers always treat the children with his blood . we can say that the mother is the other name of living candle who burn herself and give the light of happiness .
          Is our mother refuse any thing or any work that we demand in our homes  or in our life’s . 
I always see my mother while she is  working and rest of his life she always think about success and a good life of his children’s  . I told you a very most important and a very bad moment in my life  . After my father death our fine national conduction of our family is not so good . In dinner and also breakfast  my mother took food in last .  but why. I tell you the reason of this 
She thinks that’s  firstly  her children’s fulfill his demand of food and after that my mother eats a very low amount of food and she told us that her stomach fain  during the large amount of  food  but that is not true I tell you truth it is not the pain of large amount it is pain of hunger . I see many times that my mother eat nothing . it is morality and love of mother for his children’s
So plz thanks your mother giving you  a very happy and good life .. 
                                                                                                                       WRITTEN BY :- TARUN DABAS
                                                                                                               EMAIL:-dabastarun2@gmail.com


Details | Rhyme | |

The Spartans

Spartans trained their children for war,
They practiced all day until they were worn,
Their typical meal was black broth and pork,
It gave them energy for the dangerous war.
Spartan girls were trained for sports,
The ephors, made laws that were enforced,
Spartan women were freer than others,
And were trained to be loyal mothers.
Spartans controlled the Helots for 250 years,
Of course the Spartans had nothing to fear,
Throughout the war many people died,
This is how the Spartans lived their lives.


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Trouble Moving

So you sit there and ask what am I to do?
First one needs to make a choice of truth
Then all need to reflect it in the booth
Well I say that it’s really up to you

But first take time to gather up knowledge
There is always time if life if want to make it
The time is now to stand up and take it
Contemplate and pray then you acknowledge

Then you will find more who are willing to stand
Spreading love and peace without remorse
Even though it will bring many to discourse
This I say will lead us to the promise land


Details | Verse | |

Cupcake on a Pillow

What would you do With a cupcake On a pillow Would you eat it Or display it Would you share it Or go show it What would you do With a cupcake On a pillow
Russell Sivey


Details | ABC | |

THINGS NOT EQUAL

THINGS NOT EQUAL

There are those who reach an age past  100,
while some never chanced to live.
There are those who share their blessings,
while some choose not to give.

There are those who have never gone hungry,
while some never survive.
There are those who find fame and fortune, 
while some dreams shatter and die.

There are those who are rich and famous,
while some are poor and alone,
There are those with power and possessions,
while some are without a home.

There are those who are happy and healthy,
While some are sick and depressed.
There are those who believe life is the end,
while some say:  “it was just a test!”

By Milton Lopez Delgado
December 4, 2011


Details | Free verse | |

The Nut

I crack open the nut,
And there it is,
Tucked away like a baby,
In it’s mothers womb.
And you think,
I am going to eat it!!!!
I don’t think so,

It is a worm!!!!!


Details | Senryu | |

You've Been Chopped

fine tuned precision
mandolin wheels slicers ect
you've been chopped - goodbye




Tribute To Fine Foods


Entry For 
Matt Caliri's 
The Job Contest


Details | Couplet | |

Stand To Understand

All across the land
Many will not understand

Crawling like worms
Failing or discern

The reasons why the suffer
Know that you all are tougher

Dwelling in you He resides
Just asking you to abide

No longer shall the One tolerate
The time has come to obliterate

Spitting in this retort
You all have his support

Keep your reframe firm
Ignore all material concern

Just see things from his point of view
Then in you His Spirit will renew


Details | Rhyme | |

Cold Pizza

Another morning has arrived somehow. Who has time for breakfast right now? Inside the refrigerator I am looking. I guess I’m too lazy to do any cooking. I can have some cereal in a bowl, but my roommate drank up all the milk. That CENSORED! Stopping in the nearby fast food place might be fine. However, I don’t like waiting in a long line. Here is something to eat both fast and light. I’ll just eat some cold pizza slices from last night.


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dreaming of decadence

Dreaming of Decadence





Delicious succulence sensing shameless servitude 
To soft swirls of cinnamon
Chocolate caressing tongue and palette in
Swallowed wet sweetness of slithering coolness as
Oil-dripping hands slide squeezing and fingering 
Deceptively slipping to almost touch ecstasy
In muscular twisting and turning of tendons
Rhythmically running on rib bones and hipbones
Clasping together on backsides of knees
A sip of cold wine cuts sweet chocolate taste 
As wet heated towels are strategically placed
On body still shaking from fast pattered pummeling 
It’s only a moment then icy hands race 
Pinch prod and pummel in growing discomfort
Until just at the second you really can’t stand it 
Hot towels and oiled hands start their magical pain
With needles and pins in a quivering strain 
Your body just arches in reach to attain
Then under the towels you’re left trembling again


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Tailgating Slam

Tailgate party time
Chicken, steak, baby back ribs
Quarterback show down


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July 4th (Sedoka)

Finally the day 
Relaxing in my lawn chair 
Barbeque grill smoking; 
Smells oh so good! 
Volleyball over the net 
Family fireworks—Wow! 


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Peanuts

“Erdnüsschen” he called you,
little earth-nut.
How exotic you sounded 
on his foreign tongue.

Term of endearment.
A cheap snack.

Rid of him now,
you pop
them in your mouth.
Nothing tastes as good.


Details | I do not know? | |

take a bite

life is nothing more than a thousand recipes.
conncoctions threw together to see how they taste.
some are disasterous, while others are great.
life is nothing more than a giant mess. 
you never know what it's gonna turn out like
sometimes it's good, sometimes not. 
but you'll never know until you take a bite.


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You Or Me

A woman digs inside the trash to find some food to 
eat, it's obvious her day to day is lived amongst the 
streets,

her clothes are nothing more than tattered rags; I 
truly see, that people point and stare at her, she 
could be you or me.

Imagine if you lost your job and bills aint gettin paid, 
dynamics of this life do change when scrill aint gettin 
made,

the hole can be so deep for some to not care much 
at all, they'd kneel in urine puddles in the stairway up 
the hall.

To feed the need for capital they'd play with bat and 
balls, a person's pride sinks lower from the higher 
that they fall,

and on the way to impact they may bounce and 
smack a wall, this country has a safety net but still 
can't catch em all.

It could be you or me asleep and snoring by the 
train, with body dripping water from that pouring kind 
of rain,

the race and gender differs, the results are all the 
same, that's living; life's a gamble, win or lose it's all 
a game.

Degrees that separate us aren't high like summer 
heat, they're more like dead of winter snow, the 
sidewalk underneath,

time differs though in essence it depends on who 
you meet, some folk take years to lose it all, for 
others, just 2 weeks.

We all should count our blessings though it's hard to 
do with strife, it always could be worse, no food to 
eat or shining light,

your bedroom suddenly becomes an alleyway at 
night, your table's now a garbage can of sustanant 
delight,

and God forbid there're children out here living off the 
land, you know the mental strain is tough when living 
hand to hand,

or hand to mouth, it's all about how quick things turn 
around, the damage 3rd degree if life decides to 
burn you down.

A woman digs in trash and finds an imitation stole, 
she cares not what it's made of during winter days of 
cold,

her faith in God so solid that she'll bravely see it 
through, before you laugh at her just think, that could 
be me or you.


Details | I do not know? | |

Home Is In My Heart

Home Is In My Heart
 
Home is in my heart;
I carry it with me wherever I go.
	
My home is the smile of the angels that look down on me from heaven above.
	
Home is sinking deep into an old feather bed on a rainy summer day.

For me, it’s the sound of the wind blowing across the prairie as the locusts chatter along.
 
It’s a gooey plate of chicken enchiladas smothered with chocolate mole sauce and a pail full 
of ice cold bottles of beer.
 
Home is the memory of my grandparents singing to me as we star gaze at night in lounge 
chairs. 
 
For me, home is standing in my uncle's peach shed and biting into a sweet, ripe peach that 
was handpicked by me.

It’s playing dominoes with my 101 year old great uncle and watching him smile.
 
Home is the smell of pot roast slow cooking in the oven.
 
It’s sitting on a picnic table, while laughing and eating watermelon with my cousins.
 
For me, home is reading a book on my balcony as an ice cream truck plays chopsticks while 
driving by.
 
Home is taking a long walk with my dogs at the park and watching them wag their tails as 
people pass by us.
 
It's the happy place where I go, when I am feeling blue.
 
Home is where my heart is;
it's everything that is heaven on earth to me.
 
 
 


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A Fine Carriage This Will Make...

Sized up, weighed, and purchased.
Handled with care and taken away.
Heavy and delicate, quite the combination,
Very prone to self-destruction.

Gingerly set in place, elevated.
Rotated to find its face in the light,
Then stabbed violently.

The sawing motion, the sound, the smell,
All very unpleasant, but the worst is yet to come.
The blade comes full circle now
And the top has been removed.

Exposing the internals, filling the air
With it’s repugnant odor.
Then the scooping begins.

The squishing, the pulling
It’s ceaseless in its cruelty
The viscera exposed to the world
Only to be used for the pleasure of others.

Hollowed.


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Wrong Breakfast

You scrambled my heart as if it were a three egg omelet
 Breaking the shell of my soul till it crumbled
 I am trying so hard just to forget
 My inner self tumbled, bumbled 

I felt shuffled
 I feel ruffled
 
I would rather forget
 If our times you regret
 
My love muffled
 My emotions coupled


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Chosen

I was chosen before my time.
Listen very close this is not just a rhyme.
My life was known before I was born yet,
Time had to come around the horn.
Now I am here with a job to do,
Part of my job is to watch over you.
Yes I am a keeper and I must be kept,
For another brother’s died while I have slept.
The poison metal pipes are going around,
Flowing in, flowing out and all around town.
Earning a day’s wages and still in need,
Then the poison metal pipes help kill a seed.
We’ve been accused for doing most of the wrong,
And if we’re not careful, we’ll believe all the long.
In the midst of it all, others round about me fall,
STILL, I am destined to answer my call.
My call is from above to both young and old,
So what I am telling you, I am only being told.
By  one most know of, and they may know OF Him well,
But its not enough to know of,
THAT’S THE REASON WHY OTHERS FELL!!!
You see I owe you as a brother, and I owe Him as a Father
So I am here for Him, and there’s really no bother.
I will do what I’ve been destined to, this I know is right.
During the morning, during the evening, and into the night.
I’ve been called, picked out, with a mission ahead.


And if you don’t take heed, you may wind up dead.
You see, dead is being more than without a beat,
It is also being held under another’s feet.
Not thinking for yourself, influenced by the WRONG others,
Persuaded by some BOYS, and then, becoming mothers.
Not following the wisdom of our parents from old,
Not wanting to take heed to what we are told.
We are leaders by nature and 
We can’t help this,
Still the way some of us are leading,
Others will never reach this bliss.
You can not be a leader less you have someone to follow,
But whom can you lead, the strong or the hollow.
We do not have long in this earthly place,
Yet its not about the color, the gender or the race.
Its about being a soldier and the chain of command,
The torch has now been put into my own hands.
You see they’re many torches, all in the hands of the same,
Strong minds, strong willed with the backup of 
“THE NAME”
The end is soon to come so I must go now,
But you have already been chosen for right here and now.
You are the next leaders, I would give it some thought,
Because you have not only been “CHOSEN”, but;
You’ve also been 

BOUGHT !!!  


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A Big Bowl of Nuts

Life just aint peaches and cream
But it’s more like a bowl of mixed nuts
They’re all together in a big ol’ bowl
All together through the why’s and buts’

Sometimes you can meet up with people
That is a pecan pie all by them self
Mostly sweet of Corse, but as we all know
They’re nuts in and by them self.

Some people just take and are crazy as all
An overgrown peanut, you see.
Some are so salty, they make you thirsty
But just let them alone; let them be.

One nut can not really judge another
On how nutty the flavor is.
We are all in this bowl of nuts together
And remember what will be just is. 






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Bad, Bad Email

I received an email the other day.
At first the message, was evil to say.
It was about bacon grease, do not use.
Warnings, warnings, never to excuse,
Reading onward about the danger to see,
Then an awful picture, did I start to see.
I thought of veins clogged, medicine to take.
Also of a heart attack, while my body did shake.
Then came along a real picture, attached,
A large figure, one that could never be matched,
You see, my first thought how cruel and mean.
When along came the caption that could be seen.
It read be careful bacon fat, most dangerous of all
Careful my friends, it will make your feet too small.


Details | I do not know? | |

mass murderer

i battled the urge for years . i can no more .
i have never been much of a morning person . recent
engagements have left me bruised , worn out and sore.
the good in me...gone . i brand myself , no longer decent .

it began one still night ... i was sound asleep .
suddenly i felt an evil presence above me . slowly i 
opened my eyes ..a battle...minutes pass , and then not even a peep.
the letters were no more than their name had suggested..'bits'....sigh.

one more day had passed . i sat staring into my lethal hands ,
wondering what was to come . i suddenly found myself swatting air ..
a stupid little bee ! the scent of honey was left behind as i ruined its plans
to sting me . after taking the life , i continued my stare .

as i slept , seemingly i crept through a jungle towards a
very scary sound . just beyond some sugar and brush , there it
stood ...a tiger .  i remember thinking to myself ...i shall not be your prey.
famous last words , " they're grrreat " ... sounds flaky i'll admit .

as corny as it sounds , it doesn't stop there . my next victim wasn't far
off . noisy little creature ...call of the morning ...the crack of dawn .
i squeezed it's neck..screeching , reminiscent of a squad car .
i had never before seen a green rooster . still tired .....yawn.

do unto others as you would have them do unto you . i bit
his neck as hard as i could , the taste of chocolate in my mouth .
the count was down ..frank and boo ran away . another murder i did commit .
ashamed of my guilty pleasure ...my head due south .

i was pecked upon the head and neck . i won't lie , i was scared .
my first thought ...tou-can play at this game . but then i just shot
him . the colorful bird lay dead... my life had been spared.
sam , as i called him ...talk again , he must not .

a ship in the distance , now near . a crew of ten and the man in blue .
they never even knew i was there . luck had been in my corner . the old
cap'n was a fierce opponent , but his death way over due .
with a swing of my spoon there was a crunch ...a monster taking hold .

the list grows as i live , you see .... alpha bits ,honey nut cheerios ,frosted 
flakes ,corn flakes ,count chocula ,fruit loops ,cap'n crunch ...a real life thriller ,
for i am a crazy son of a b_tch....in the morn , always exhausted ,
that will one day be well known as ....the infamous cereal killer !


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Life

Sometimes I wonder what things I’ll do in life
Will I have a wife, a soul mate, a life-long friend, a companion till the end? 
Will I be left on my own, by myself to fend? 
Send me to a place where your looks don’t matter
To a place where you can be skinnier or fatter 
To a place where your confidence and self esteem wont shatter 
A place where you won’t be judged if you eat a full platter 

I wish my emotions were an optional choice 
To be able to drop them, escape the insulting voice 
I wish I was a toddler, back when all that mattered was toys
Where it didn’t make a difference if you liked girls or boys 
People’s words are like an army, waiting to be deployed
And when they deport, your feelings are destroyed
You’re on your own left thinking if there is anyone on your side
But you don’t go and search, you feel the need to hide 
They have created a monster, it’s now living inside 
It's tearing down your courage, and eating your pride 
You find yourself asking if your parents have lied. 
Telling you all these years, you're perfect in every way shape and size 
Even now when you hear that, a part of you dies 
Because it’s not what you believe, according to statistics 
You've been judged throughout life, on your appearance and characteristics 
Facing the world’s most blunt and cold hearted critics 
It’s inevitable to judge, but don't be so quick to attack 
You don't know that person, and that’s just a fact. 
The one you made fun of, lost everything, house burned down, he didn’t have time to pack 
His father had left when he was young; his mother was addicted to crack 
What we all take for granted, is what this boy lacked. 
All I’m asking, is to think before you speak 
Even though you don't know it, it’s making the person weak 
Just focus on yourself, seek what you want from life 
Don't be the person who's the reason, on their wrist, lays a knife.


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Store Bought

Cases of bottled water
are bought from the grocery store,
while breads are stuffed into sacks,
to be baked at home no more.
Plastic jugs of preserved milk
lay upon shelves for days;
cartons of chicken eggs
await a human's cooking ways.
The choices of various cheeses
confuse a mortal's busy mind;
cans of delicious treasures
are a stomach's priceless find.
A variety of society's foods
tempt the taste buds of the mouth.
When store bought foods rush in,
home cooking seems to go south.


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Feeding Miracle (Epulaeryu)

Meal from barley loaves and fish A boy with a wish They all had a blessed fish plate Five thousand plus ate Words from the Savior Souls filled with Food! © Joseph, 11/3/07 © All Rights Reserved Based on John 6:1-59 of Jesus feeding a multitude. The “Epulaeryu” poem is about delicious food and drinks. It consists of seven lines with thirty-three syllables. The first line has seven syllables, the second line five, the third line seven, the fourth line five, the fifth line five, the sixth line three, and the seventh line has only one syllable which ends with an exclamation mark. Each line has one thought relating to the meal. The Epulaeryu poetic form syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. It has corresponding lines built around the meal, and concludes with the ending line expressing the writer’s excitement and feelings about the meal. The Epulaeryu was invented by Joseph Spence.


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PLEASE OL MASTER

                    The ol master was fast asleep
                 In his bedroom,a little mouse creeped
                 He stood on the floor by the masters bed
                        And made his request
                        Please ol master
                 Leave out a chunk of cheese
                 And i won't gnaw on your sleeve
                 One day i'll grow into a big rat
                          Please ol master
                          Lock up your cat


Details | Tanka | |

Coffee Break a la Tanka

Coffee consumption
brings palpitations of
my little heart.
A rush of adreneline
creating a wake-up call.


Details | ABC | |

You and I

 For the tears I cry u hold me tight
Are the tears that turn into dreams at night.
I peep into, my window glass
And watch the brightest stars go pass.
For the smiles I make
Are the ones you gave
That helped me  up and be so brave.
When I fall,you catch me
and hold me close
the love you give me
helps me grow the most
I seek no danger,
You guide me way
So when I  need to cry
Im down to pray.
At times when im lonely
I pled for help
Thanks for being there for me
And the promises you kept.         


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New To Old Experience

The Cycle will always reset
Undergoing that what is foretold
Is up to every human to behold
The will’s of (wo)man will beget

So all of these lives have been done before
Go through all are we these metaphoric changes 
Initiating with forgiveness everything rearranges
Multiplying cells always starts at the core

All of you just wanting to know more
He says, all you ask then to receive
Want to live a new life then believe
What else better have you to explore?


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Who Moved My Cheese

Out from its dark hole
Hiding in the low shadows
The rat scurries fast


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Learning Sabbath

 Learning Sabbath 
Learning Sabbath 
 
 
Some people have much silver and they count it in the box some people have 
there dollars cut in half and have too much some people have no money but 
have a better half some people have a life even if its just inside them or there 
wife even iff she is so far away on Sabbath Day. 
Eye walked and gathered food and let the food place fallow lie on sabbath day. 
Eye walked and begged no money on the sabbath day eye walked and carried 
food away on almost every sabbath day but if eye want to tell the truth and never 
lie then eye must say there had to be at least a sabbath day eye kept sometime 
no judgement come to me as eye am not professing law to keep but lawgiver 
come on sabbath day so sweet at end of life to come eye have the only one the 
last one eye must keep and not be late it's Heaven found above no fable of a pie 
in sky no fable but the truth no fable of a someday world but one of solid youth the 
strength of elder the hope on GOD the wonder of a life changed into a life of 
wonder and of old turned into young Saturday will come.


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You Or Me

A woman digs 
inside the trash to 
find some food to 
eat, it's obvious her 
day to day is lived 
amongst the streets,

her clothes are 
nothing more than 
tattered rags; I truly 
see, that people 
point and stare at 
her, she could be 
you or me.

Imagine if you lost 
your job and bills 
aint gettin paid, 
dynamics of this life 
do change when 
scrill aint gettin 
made,

the hole can be so 
deep for some to 
not care much at 
all, they'd kneel in 
urine puddles in the 
stairway up the hall.

To feed the need for 
capital they'd play 
with bat and balls, a 
person's pride sinks 
lower from the 
higher that they fall,

and on the way to 
impact they may 
bounce and smack 
a wall, this country 
has a safety net but 
still can't catch em 
all.

It could be you or 
me asleep and 
snoring by the train, 
with body dripping 
water from that 
pouring kind of rain,

the race and gender 
differs, the results 
are all the same, 
that's living; life's a 
gamble, win or lose 
it's all a game.

Degrees that 
separate us aren't 
high like summer 
heat, they're more 
like dead of winter 
snow, the sidewalk 
underneath,

time differs though 
in essence it 
depends on who 
you meet, some 
folk take years to 
lose it all, for 
others, just 2 
weeks.

We all should count 
our blessings 
though it's hard to 
do with strife, it 
always could be 
worse, no food to 
eat or shining light,

your bedroom 
suddenly becomes 
an alleyway at 
night, your table's 
now a garbage can 
of sustanant delight,

and God forbid 
there're children out 
here living off the 
land, you know the 
mental strain is 
tough when living 
hand to hand,

or hand to mouth, 
it's all about how 
quick things turn 
around, the damage 
3rd degree if life 
decides to burn you 
down.

A woman digs in 
trash and finds an 
imitation stole, she 
cares not what it's 
made of during 
winter days of cold,

her faith in God so 
solid that she'll 
bravely see it 
through, before you 
laugh at her just 
think, that could be 
me or you.


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I appreciate

You taking care of me
fighting to feed me
I appreciate you
being there and loving me
your the only one who
appreciates my poetry
even though you don't
appreciate my friends
I still love you
and that will never
change.


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Mountain Scapes

Melting snow on the far distant mountain
Multitude of different wildflowers in valley
Bees and eagles share the glorious bounty
Cold stream of water that flows, waters all


Details | Ode | |

Untitled #206 / Icee

Mmm, Icee
it’s so
icy
so icy


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Thanksgiving Challenge

Within the autumnal period there exists a special day.
As in the past it was spent doing special things;
Reflecting on past moments and looking forward 
To future moments with friends and family.
Today, Thanksgiving remains true to form.
We still give thanks and look forward to tomorrow.
However, I challenge you this year to understand.
Take a plate of food to a homeless man or woman,
Or, perhaps, invite him or her in for kindness and a meal.
The thanks that you receive would be immeasurable. 
Thanksgiving isn’t reserved for those who have turkey,
it is reserved for those who share turkey, or their time.
It is important that when giving thanks, you must give.
How better to give, than to give to someone in need?
It’s easy to allow family and friends through your door,
but more so appreciated to hold the door open for others.
Maybe, if time permits, feed others in a soup kitchen;
donate time instead of food, yourself instead of a check.
When you sit down at your table, remember those you helped;
they will be thanking you and you will then be able to thank them.
Happy Thanksgiving!


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Sense of Desire

Pedals fall from a night sky
whispering your name
angelic laughter, a child's weep
Showers of gold specks
lining the eyes, purity rebirth
Sunflowers aroma celestial fields
Nurtures God's misty dew,
mucky to the touch
Melons on the horizon,
Squelch for an oasis washed for the senses,
honeyed, sticky dessert
A tropical island, a coconut's medallion
Senses overload
Savor ribbons of fire, desire


Details | Ode | |

Friends & Pizza

Tonight we celebrate and toast
the kindness of our loving host
I do not mean to brag or boast
but we’ll enjoy this yummy roast!

The onions sliced, the mushrooms diced
and thrice the crushed red pepper dashed
inside the oven crust does rise
and crisps and browns upon the racks

Half an hour we do laugh
and drink to our shared memories
no one could feel the moments pass
until we heard the timer beep

The air smells warm! The moment’s nigh!
Let’s slice the pizza into pieces!
Together, let’s enjoy the taste of life
until the light within us ceases!


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United Messengers At The Gate

Learning that it is never to late
We all start to feel its demand
These messengers begin to equate
Holy Spirit is at our command

All across the world we shall stand
As human beings we can all relate
All human consciousness shall expand
Allowing the Almighty’s will to dictate


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Free Thinking

A day off.
Totally free
Late Summer clear skies
mind seeking someone to spend it with
Or not
Take a ride down cape
Favorite coffee in sip cap cup
Janis or Marshal Tucker?
Tull or Who?
Backroad dawdling
Scenic route to Nowhere
Maybe even write another song
Or ride the Vineyard ferry
Back and forth
Or mow the greens
and finally play some golf
Salt in the air
Wind in my hair
What do I care 
About most?
I think I'll go buy
A crown roast


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The Curse of Caffeine

Thoughts racing like a freight train;
Unaware of the destination;
Course through me

I attempt to catch them without a net-
                                                        Unsuccessfully;
Can't focus or sleep is the price I must pay for
                                                         Drinking caffeine-
                                                                                Too late in the day!


Details | Senryu | |

You So Sweet

So yummy
I could just
eat you up

Not funny
Had enough
Bittersweet

Such dummies
Eat too much
Tastebuds change

Now honey
Wish I had
Ate you up


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Hunger zone

For years I have fought
And battled with weight
Now disabled and in pain
I fear it's too late 

I can't eat this
I can't eat that
Diets are fads
They make me fat

I've tried the patches
They've taken my money
No magical cure for
My big fat tummy

I wasn't always as big
You should know
It was having a baby
That made me grow so

I can't stick to the books
For so much I don't like
If I have to eat muck
They can go take a hike

I've tried the tablets
But for me they don't suit
Not eating sufficient
The problems the root

Try three meals a day
Instead of just one
A plate that's for sandwiches
For lunch to put on

I'm trying to lose
Of second week I am now
I'm not using scales
Or measuring how

I'm combining it all
From the net I can find
A menu that suits
That does not blow the mind

It's working quite well
At the moment I know
For in smaller trousers
My belly will go

I can fasten my blouse
And the buttons don't gape
My cleavage is shrinking
There's ample to take

If I continue to lose 
At this sensible rate
My clothes will not fit
And I'll drop all the weight

But as third week approaches
I begin to have doubts
The weight tends to stable
And I tend to drop out

I need to stand firm
In resolve and give time
For my body to shape
And bring back its waist-line

A little encouragement
Goes a long way
And the poetry keeps
The snacking at bay

So if I seem busy 
With armfuls of writes
Forgive me for starving off
Hungers of life


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What is Envy

Envy is feeling sorrow at another’s good fortune and
Joy at the evil which befalls him/her as if
We ourselves were injured by the good and
Benefited by the evil that comes to him/her

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Judge and the Grace

Adam ate the apple
he wanted to judge for himself
and we are all his children

Judgements of the judges
the wise judge all things
it would be wise not to judge at all
those who judge will be judged
to judge our very nature
some will judge angels
and how can we judge angels
when we cannot even recognize the devils within
if we profess to recognize devils then sin
how is it that we can judge ourselves worthy 
to inherit the kingdom of heaven

into the fires again, Oh man
if we inherit the Kingdom Of Heaven
what will we do when we get there
and how is it that you do not know
we are home


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Household chores

Easy to do it,
while you do other things here,
a washing machine.

It’s so convenient;
that nothing left is undone
new technology.

How life gets easier,
with aids from other scopes
that science provides.

It seems cooking
at this time is an attraction
especially for someone who
starves and needs something to eat.

Alone in the kitchen
a good recipe awaits me there
it’s an attempt 
to see if I can cook something
oh, it must be a good experiment
with my creativity to do it.


Details | Epulaeryu | |

Corn Flake Candy(Epulaeryu)

Corn flakes, sugar, plus syrup,
Boiled, mixed together,
Spooned out like cookies on sheet,
Cooling and setting,
Hard to wait for taste,
Sweet crunchy
Mine!


Details | Free verse | |

the cop in your head

when upon making your way through the grocery store
you noticed a wo/man sliding a loaf of bread or a bottle of water,
some food stuff, under their coat, and
making their way past the register to the door,
without paying &
inside, the loud bell
chimes---
all that you learned during your conditioning
through schooling to be a good citizen,
through church to get your gold stars in “heaven,”
through gaining adultship amidst the rest of
the ba ba ba sheep in the 
kingdom of empire,
has isolated in you one idea that if you don’t shout to
someone in charge,
that person is gonna get away with something that
you have not---
there is no thought in your head that
someone who steals food may be in dire straits that 
you yourself have never had to consider
(and that may never matter anyway, because the
“law” trumps all---right?) &
there is no thought in your head that the mental capacity to
steal something of substance in need
might reveal a deficiency, be it mental or otherwise,
which might not even be satisfied in such a manner,
or that the whole event reveals so much more about the 
warped context of society as a whole
(where one without such substance has to steal it to begin with)---
no,
the cop in your head 
(which tells you that if you don’t scream “thief!” in order to get this person
the ultimate consequence for their actions, then your whole little world will crumble away) dominates,
the cop in your head wins out &
in letting it, 
you sound the alarm to the person in charge
like a good little boy/girl &
this person, whose life was already worse than yours to begin with,
gets thrown into the garbage, once again &
you go on about your day
thinking that you have done a great deed,
thinking that you & you alone have saved the precious moral fabric of the world in which you live &
that because said person is going to
“get theirs,”
that you have saved it all from happening again.


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The Good, The Bad, and the Ugh, so Darn Ugly

G;Geico commercials   B;(you knew this was coming); Billy Mays commercials U; 
hour long imfomercials
G;Big, juicy homemade hamburgers  B;White Castle belly burners
G; Best fast food place;by far;All American, Massapequa N.Y. (check it on web- 
always, and rightfully rated  number one  B-white Castles (ugh;belly burners!)
G; Music played with syyle and heart B; Gangster rap/ Disco
G;Family gatherings B;Alone in a dingy room
G;A nice warm shower B; Having no showerhead
G;Staring at TV test patterns for hours (told ya I was weird) B; Gamey game 
shows
G;A nice warm sunny day B;Heavy rain and your roof leaks
G;Creativity B;Malicious destruction(other than a Billy Mays tape)
G;Cooking and eating with family /and/or friends B;Alone with a bag of pretzels
G;Enjoying swimming at the beach or pool B;finding a great white shark in your 
pool
G;Words of love and encouragement B;Mean words of anger/hate
G;Good poetry B;My poetry usually
G;Peaceful sleep all through the night B;Cronic insomnia U;Being awake for 8 
days (as I too well know...one's mind turns into oatmeal)
G;a love of beauty B;Loving your own beauty
G;swiss or cheddar cheese B;Limberger cheese U;Liederkranz (ugh! clear the 
house!!)
G;A full refrigerator (including Tootsie rolls) B;A rerigerator full of food expired 6 
months ago, and now home to strange new species
G;Catching a mouse B;doing the same, but with your teeth
G;Courteous drivers B;New Jersey drivers
G;Religious faith B; Fundamentalist extremists (of any religion)
G;Room deodorizer. B;Dirty unwashed socks your air deodorizer
G;A trusting marriage B;A busting marriage
G;Acoustic guitars B; Acoustic torpedoes
G;M&Ms  B;BBs
G;good books used as tools B;Mediocre books by fools
G;Cleavage B;Seepage
G;Being in a band onstage B;Overfilled audiences leading to rage
G;Jessica Simpson's looks B;Jessica Simpson's mental acumen
G;Eddie Murphy on stage or screen B;Eddie Murphy in real life (I know!)
G;Being loved and adored B;Being lonely and too bored
G;Some money in your pocket B;Your finger in a socket
G;For Bush to get a Lobotomy B; News of Bush's colonoscopy

Enough for now folks.  Have a painless day! 


Details | Didactic | |

breakfast

the wolves are come. for me.
they are. they come. for me.
i am a tasty treat.
the wolves, they come for me.

they shall swallow me whole.
they'll eat my body and soul.
i am a sweet morsel.
into their mouths i will go.

the wolves are. at my door.
my heart shall beat no more.

i'm a sitting duck.

the blood. the wolves. it pours.


Details | Free verse | |

Dining A' La Carte

"Would you like barbeque chicken,
or country steak with gravy?"
"Uh, huh."
"You want both?"
"Uh huh."
Her tablemate drools, bottom lip
hanging. He stares at his menu,
waiting for someone to take his order.
An aide rolls a wheel chair to the table 
for four. "Stay there!"
Her harsh tone seems inappropriate
for the tiny lady with frizzy curls.

"Mom, what would you like for dessert,
butterscotch pudding or chocolate cake?"
"Uh huh."
"You want both?"
"Uh huh."
Leftward movement draws my eye.
Frizzy curls is on the move.
She's booking out of the dining hall,
fast as her feet can peddle.

The trays arrive. I unwrap cutlery,
pour milk, place Mom's bib around her neck.
Her table-mate digs in, unassisted.
Mother stares at her plate, picks up 
her fork, pokes at her food.
The fourth place at the table 
remains empty.



Details | Free verse | |

Closing Time

I Run; Panting; Rushing to be on time.
My cart's wheel screaming clicketty clack
Hurrying through darkened city streets and alleys. 
Gnawing Hunger outweighing my fear of red-eyed rats
as scents of tonight's meal fills the midnight garbage bins.


Details | List | |

Innocent Blood

That was a butcher shop,
When I acrossed behind,
I saw a suffering animal,
Waiting for death.
Blood was bleeding on the soil,
I remembered them,
Who has lost their lives?
For human dignity
And integrity,
Realised their palpitation
And suffering,
Dripping innocent blood,
Human soul never wears this injustice.
Who will sacrifice for that?
Because it was an animal,
Waiting to serve,
A Halal service for his Master.


Details | Epulaeryu | |

My Vineyard (Epulaeryu)

Let the poor in my vineyard
Gleaning and eating
Even strangers I attest
Come to the harvest
Sweet grapes for the souls
Behold thy
Feast!

© Joseph, 1/3/08
© All Rights Reserved


This religious Epulaeryu is based on Leviticus 19:10 and Deuteronomy 23:24.  
The “Epulaeryu” poem is about delicious food and drinks. It consists of seven 
lines with thirty-three syllables. The first line has seven syllables, the second line 
five, the third line seven, the fourth line five, the fifth line five, the sixth line three, 
and the seventh line has only one syllable which ends with an exclamation mark. 
Each line has one thought relating to the main course. The Epulaeryu poetic form 
syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. It has corresponding lines built around the main 
course, and concludes with the ending line expressing the writer’s excitement 
and feelings about the meal.  The Epulaeryu poetic form was invented by Joseph 
Spence.


Details | I do not know? | |

A tiny Awareness

She Waits.
Eyes catch movement -
Spreading her wings
She Glides.
Beautiful surrender - 
Talons clutch his tiny body.
She Returns.
A tiny awareness - 
He gave his life for mine.
She feeds.


Details | I do not know?, I do not know? | |

atlantic salmon

Rising up and flowing down of ocean
Cold salt wind a whisper in my face
Mind and body going round the motion
Fitting  with  the rhythm of the pace
Of a sleepy steady rock and rolling ride
It's a leaping silver fish on falling tide
Adrenelin is pounding on to help me
The fish taildancing tries to shake the hook
I hold the rod tip high maintaining pressure
And let the bending rod work any slack
His sounding run begins The drag is spinning
Another leap for air and then he's back
Tighten drag and hold he thinks he's winning
Let him run to tire and then he'll crash
It's a long long way to Brant Rock's cool
From Knotty Ash in Liverpool
But some moments make it worth
The travelled time
To rhyme


Details | Rhyme | |

Humanity Via Pleasure

about the time
i had some wine.
you had some gin.
we burped chagrin,
and we toasted metered
glee of intoxication
by intrusive manners.


Details | Free verse | |

Fairground attraction

Home from fairground -
hungry
Admiring delightful
colours, aromas.
Feast - 
carrots, sweetcorn, peas...
Rotates in microwave
- Carousel


Details | Haiku | |

Red Delicious

Unwaxed apples fall.
Piñata gum balls red tease
the orchard's sweet tooth.


Details | Haiku | |

Greener Grass

Black cow in green field
One eye to sky, one on ground
Through rusty red gate

Knelt with neck sideways
Reaching extending pink tongue 
For tall greener grass


Details | Senryu | |

Green Heat

Sushi like butter
Heated by wasabi lips,
cooled by ginger flesh.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Edge

Why you laughin at me like you see something funny
I'm goin through some grown man stuff no bucks up me
My - chucks is bummy runny nose empty tummy
Cut up clothes very grundgy tell me DOES ANYBODY LOVE ME!!!
No - place of residence I walk on rocky sediments
Lookin for thugs peddlin drugs I need a buzz
It's - hard to sleep on car-board or con-crete
In parks starvin to eat heart partially beats

It's hard to disregard that God revolves in the streets
Watching the scarred shake off the mark of the beast

Excuse me sir, ma'am, can I p-pump yo gas
For a dolla, my throats dry I need something to swalla
Last night was harsh by far food was not evident
Can't get far with eleven cents my stomach tremblin
~Cough--cough~ and now I feel sick
No food warm beer and I'm smokin these brown sticks
~sniff--sniff~ My body's been had a foul stench
It's a 1 in a billion chance I'll get a down chic

It's hard to disregard that God revolves in the streets
Watching the scarred shake off the mark of the beast
The Edge


Details | Free verse | |

Market Stall

	[Frans Snyders, oil on canvas 1614]

A young stag suspended by both hocks,
dead tongue lolling, brick-red,
from the corner of its mouth. 
A pair of rabbits slung across the board.
A pheasant and a string of songbirds,
silent. Even the white swan, its long neck 
graceful and its wing unfurled,
is not immune from Saturday display.

A cauliflower. A wicker basket 
overflowing grapes and apples
that will never ripen to a fuller
red. A squash and two melons
plucked from their vines. 

		How many heavenly 
mouthfuls, thinks the poor man 
who feasts on porridge. But 
for such a man with famished pockets, 
our Flemish master didn’t paint
this scene.


Details | Didactic | |

Take No Thought

Take no thought for your life,
What you shall eat or what you shall drink.
Is not your life more than that of meat?
Behold, the birds of the air
Are fed by God our Heavenly Father.
So, neither do they gather, sow nor reap.
Now aren't we much better than they?

Take no though for your body,
What you shall put on or be your measure.
Is not your body more than stature and clothes?
Consider the lilies of the field;
They toil no, neither do they spin.
Yet, God arrays them and the flower grows.
How much more shall He provide for us of the faith?

Take no thought for tomorrow
And all the things that the world seeks after.
Does not your Heavenly Father know your need?
So seek first God's kingdom and His righteousness,
And all these things shall be added to you
That you beg not, neither be forsaken nor your seed.
How much more then should we patiently wait?

Take no thought and be anxious for nothing;
Tomorrow will worry for things of its own.
Does not each day already have enough trouble?
So in everythng by prayer and supplication
With thanksgiving make your requests known to God
Each day that you and Peace be as a couple.
Now isn't today that tomorrow you feared yesterday?


Details | Free verse | |

No eating

I'm sorry mom but I had to lie
I told you I ate but I didn't
You gave me food but I gave it to the kids
I didn't want to lie but I had no choice

I hate eating, I really do
I've got enough fat on me
To last all summer long
So trust me, I won't starve


Details | Free verse | |

Beacon Of Hope


Looking for a beacon of
Hope
From a simple stranger

Walking down a street in
A strange country

Never been there before

Poverty-stricken seem know
End..
Walking around on the street
Not knowing

Where to turn, mind is lost
Seeking hope..

Maybe a little hope

Coming from the strangers

Walking on this strange street

Never been there before

But faces shown age of depression
Of life

Lines of time

Shown worn and weary, know
Light,

Know hope

One faint tear

Pains of hunger

With sullen bellies

Is their know end in sight in

Strange man land..

Looking for a beacon of hope

Maybe a little light..


Details | I do not know? | |

Harvest

Beautiful colors, so many colors do I see... 

Maple leaves fall and autumn fragrances now 

fill the air. Trees now prepare for a long 

winters nap. The ground now all covered in 

fresh colors of trees that have lost their 

foliage and gone into a deep slumber... Yet 

have we toiled in the hot sun all summer and 

now it is time to harvest our labor. We 

rejoice by breaking bread and filling our 

bellies with the fruits of our harvest. 

Winter now infringing upon our door 

step.  As bears surrender to nature’s 

tranquilizer and crawl into their hiding 

spaces for their long winters nap. Doeth not 

the fruits of our labor endure until another 

harvest comes and once again when nature puts the bear 

back into a deep, deep sleep, while others wait to

see what sales the news paper will bring?

Some say the harvest is the end, but it’s 

really just the beginning.


Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor 
Copyright ©2008 Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor 


Details | Rhyme | |

Under The Bed

Strawberries, Blueberries, Cherries

   all sorts of  berries under my bed

                  why?     why?

                  to make a pie

                  why?      why?

             'cause mommy forgot

             that I haven't been fed

        before she tucked me into bed.


Details | I do not know? | |

Life

Eyes hesitantly met mine
Pupils so intense it silenced me
His voice shook like a wavering candle
As he explained to me painfully

Of family and their way of coping
To maintain a front for society
No one knew beneath the image
That they were sleeping hungrily

Struggling hard to pay the bills
They had to worry day by day
Tried desperately to make ends meet
Yet they never found a way

He turned his face with violent force
As he clang to me powerfully 
I could hear him holding back
But he was crying in agony

He told me of how ashamed he was
Of living the lifestyle of poverty
My heart was breaking just by listening
His suffering didn’t seem just to me


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

You Have Been Touched By God's Grace

You have been touched by God's Grace,
and all your sins erased, now your heart within is pure.

You have been touched by God's Grace,
and your soul has been redeemed, now his love lives within.

You have been touched by God's Grace,
and live each day to him, a true friend HE is to you.

You have been touched by God's Grace,
and now your hearts desires evolve around him, leaving him not out.

You have been touched by God's Grace,
and it is a blessing to see how you touch the lives of others with Jesus' love.

(c) March 23, 2006   Rosemarie Schrock


Details | Burlesque | |

Untutored Chef

I've done alot'a dumb things,
Some of the dumbest in the kitchen,
Like pizza dough wrapped meatloaf,
Usually all so good,
But once made with lemon flavored
breadcrumbs......as gross as it sounds....
Gotta read the label, tom,
Biggest fool around!
I can remember cooking a Thanksgiving meal,
Instead of turkey, I got such a deal!!!
And roasted a buzzard...
And the chickens I've cooked
With the inners packages still inside,
That kind of Tomfoolery
Is hard to hide....
And how come the potatoes disappeared
In my pea soup?
Alien abduction?
Is that how low they'd stoop?
And why'd my corn fritters...
Taste more like cow flop??
French fries made from Mr. Potatoe Head?
Was my mind really that dead?
And Beer Pie,
Made by freezing beer,
In a cooked shell...
Sounded good,
Tasted like h_ll,
That's what you get,
When your cook's tom bell.


Details | Tetractys | |

Cats and Dogs (Double Tetractys)

Cat
Furry
Little kit
Lapping its milk
Whiskers now white, relaxing in its bed!
Time for a wash, its paws are all over!
Jumped on the car
From the mud
Dirty
Dog



Comments:  Tetractys, a poetic form consisting of at least 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 
syllables (total of 20).  Tetractys can be written with more than one verse, but 
must follow suit with an inverted syllable count.  Tetractys can also be reversed 
and written 10, 4, 3, 2, 1.  Double Tetractys maybe written as:  1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 
3, 2, 1, and a Triple Tetractys as: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, and 10.


Details | Bio | |

Meat fishin'

It was the last and largest of the seven
Still asquirm under the gill crushing thumb
The fresh honed blade  slid in at the head
and sliced along the back fin to the tail
He came back to the head  slid the point 
across to the start of the belly
then ran his finger down the back cut
for a lifting start to the fillet
The knife followed riding the ribs
And moments later that side of the perch was
lying skin down but still attached on the cutting board
He slid the point under the eye and twist spooned out the cheek
Pulling it whole from the eye with his fingers
The other side took less time and in less than a minute
He had two fillets and two more cheeks to add to the rest
The skin and bone carcasses would bait the trotline tonight.
Seven small perch would need a thick potato sauce 
To fill the plates at supper
His eyes lit up as he saw a patch of lilies on the edge of the path
The bulbs would serve as soup with just a touch of bacon ,butter ,and onion
He shut off the truck in the driveway
Getting out to the smell of fresh baking
And the sound of laughter


Sport fishin' just aint the same game


Details | Rhyme | |

Lunch Time (20050

Get away from the noise and crowd
For goodness sake its too loud
Hello to them and hello to you
No a moments peace always something new
Escape is what I need
On my own with my own thoughts to read
Lunch to eat as slow as I do
No on to stare and point at you


Details | Free verse | |

Why do I feel

          Summer time hits 
       and I feel like s.h.i.t
    Can't control this feeling inside of me
           I feel out of place
         I can't keep up with this race
      I'm constantly falling backwards
        Nothings happening  
      Why does this always have to be me
        I'm just a scared little girl 
        being force to grow up
       I have to face this world
       but they've denied me entry
         and it seems like everyone else
             has made it
           everyone knows exactly what to do
          and here I sit so out of place 
         and I don't know what to do
           So why do I feel 
          So useless inside
           It's how you made me feel
              when my access got denied
               I got denied the world
              Everyone keeps telling me I have to do something
               I can't just sit on my a.s.s 
            and expect things to happen
              But how am I suppose to 
                  make miracles
                        by myself
                     I need your help
                       Why do I feel
                          So alone?


Details | Free verse | |

Relaxing on the Beach

Oh, the taste of sweet mangoes 
While relaxing on a Caribbean beach.
Such a refreshing way to watch the sun 
Setting on the blue and calm horizon.

This sweet mango is such an appetizer 
Preparing the pallet for the main course.
Stimulating one’s stomach for a feast 
With visions of the coming dish, 
The main flavor of the day.


Oh, I like tasty mangoes 
The setting sun, and 
Caribbean beaches.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Gourmet Life

Flowers cream and violet to brighten the pale summer
Bleached out houses against painted green lawns
Vanilla beans from Madagascar stiffen and crumble
Kitchen heating up with Peruvian songs
Dandelion soup for dinner, picked from the patch in the back
Parsley tabouli with tomatoes tender, hardly a commoner’s snack
Shoulders sun kissed from cucumber gardens
Lemon verbena skin
Coconut milk green swirled with Thai basil
Waiting to throw the hot chilies in
Come over to dine in my gourmet life
Come over to slip from your mountainous strife
You’ll find me in a gypsy skirt, bare feet and twirling
Steam filled with garlic and peppergrass swirling
Tea lights lit and the night sky burning
Filling my soul to the brim
Come over to dine in my gourmet life
Feet kicked up, to the infinite whim.


Details | Ballad | |

Spinster's List

this very troubled old maid
so beaten down by life
wanted nothing so but not to fade
without being someone's wife

but until that time came about,
she had no choice but to carry on
and when she needed bad some groceries
to me she depended on, and hence you have this yarn...

just give me Spinster's list
and money to pay for it all
I run down to the supermarket,
I mean, this is what she needed, this is why the call...

I'm no big fan of big food shopping,
it's really too much a bore,
I'd far rather go bar hopping,
than spend hours in the store

but she needed me to help
I could never turn her down
she really was a nice lady,
I couldn't bear to see her frown

so off I go in search,
of the food she so much needed,
and back again an hour or two later
it could of been much longer,
but I had really speeded

someday, I sort'a wonder...
will someone shop for me?
If so, one thing will be different...
I'll, for him, how it felt to be.


Details | Narrative | |

How Could You Know

I hear everyday, about the hungry, and scared,
how not enough money is available for their care.
The children, and elderly, doing without,
tell me, what this is about.
Our land is so rich, and many have much,
then why, oh why, are we hearing such.
Programs are needed in each city, and state,
designed to help them, in any way.
When you're not hungry, and you're not old,
it's hard to imagine, how could you know.


Details | Free verse | |

Societal Pickle

Man the woman had vegetable in raw,
I had tasted them as raw,
they were sweet and carbohydrates,
she cut them to pieces,
and got a helping of vinegar,
she put in a lot of seasoning,
and had readied the jar,
jar lay there for week,
gathering atmosphere and temperature,
one day the woman came,
and served open the jar,
an incense wafted up in the air,
as she opened the jar ajar,
the incense worked down my nostrils,
as my apetite rose up with its touch,
the seasoned pickle was yummy,
and much more,
I loved the food that went with it,
and really thought that the food went with it,
rather than the other way round,
seasoned mature folks do about the same,
as they are served on society table,
they waft their incense,
to raise general apetites,
they make for good socital intercourse,
and have all eating from their hands,
it is only important,
that we allow time and space,
to the society,
to pickle such fine people,
and cherish them forever or till they last. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Beauty Is My Name

Beautiful I was until I found out about three holes that were in my throat.

The lining of my stomach was being eaten alive.

I began to grow hair in places I never thought I could.

I searched elsewhere.

Stretch marks scared,

Trying to fit over my skeleton.

This is what I have become.

I look down at my body to only see my bones smiling back at me.

Tears flow down my submerged cheeks,

Knowing that once I have lived a normal life.


Details | I do not know? | |

Circle of Life

In the darkness
His eyes glow
Awaiting his next victim
The one to trespass on his domain
Creeping in complete silence
His victim wonders through
An unknown place
Lost with no where to turn
He watches
Waiting for the right time
As the victim gets closer
In the blink of an eye 
He's reached out
Catching his victim for the night
His victim whimpering in fear and pain
Slowly the life draining 
From a beautiful creature
As mama wolf drags dinner back to her pups.


Details | Free verse | |

Cornucopia

Roots and fruits , being the staple of earth 

Succulent varieties , distribute at birth

Bounteous cornucopia , gratitude pleasing

Source of life............. substantial meaning ,

Root of our foundation , fitting self fruitation

We bear the fruit of what we root..........


Details | Rhyme | |

Dishes

Ok one poem,
Then to work for me.
I felt guilty this morning,
Then I broke down,
 And washed my dishes.
I thought I would drown.
The plate wasn’t so bad,
Nor was the spoon,
But the pan lid and pan,
Sung a different tune.
I got in there and did it,
I was bound and determined.
It took less than a minute,
To my good fortune.
It seemed an eternity,
To get this job done,
Is not where I wanted to be,
It was not much fun.
The water was so hot,
That the grime couldn’t riot,
Next time You come over,
Then you can try it.


Details | I do not know? | |

People Aren't Always Who You Think They are

People take advantage,
Of every little thing you've got,
Money, kidness, or just fukin' caring,
And they always think they get away without getting caught.

I know what their thinking,
The different ways inside your head,
You can't ever give me,
'Cuz they won't give a fuk when your dead.

They think everything's the same,
That nothing has changed,
This is the only time I'll help them out,
Only 'cuz they really need the help,
The stupid crazy crap they've done,
They think you'll always be there to the rescue,
But this time the war they haven't won.

I hate being so nice,
When people are in trouble,
I'm always willing to help,
You put a side you problems and differences,
To just get through the situation,
So no one gets hurt,
So I'm pretty much being nice to people,
Who caused me a bunch of stupid drama.

Things always have a price,
A meaning to every reason behind a theory,
I will always help out,
A person in trouble or in need,
The two reasons to all the stupid drama,
I'm about to feed.

I fukin' hate people judging me,
'Cuz look at the crap I do,
I'm not a b-itch if you take the chance to get to know me,
You'll notice my kindness will always last,
So let go of all the stupid crap,
And put everything in the past,
Where it should be.

No more assumptions,
Or judging me by looks or rumors,
'Cuz it's fukin' stupid your reasons,
I mean Fuk I have nothing against no one,
I hate no one no matter what the fuk you do,
Talk all the crap you want about me,
But in the end,
I'm not a bad person,
And you will find that out and soon see!
                                     November 20th,2005


Details | Verse | |

America, A Runaway Train?

     
The stage is set as we journey forward,
Things are getting scarce and the times are getting hard.

They are trying to wreck our already weak economy by jacking the prices of crude,
Which has a direct effect on everything from housing to food.

We are on a runaway train just looking for a place to derail,
And if we don’t get it stopped soon get ready for a living hell.

Just take a look around you at all the foreclosures on the market,
We are left with a choice, food or gas, I think I’d rather park it.

And what about ethanol? Experts say it’s a waste of time.
A false hope unfeasible and to continue forward would be a crime.

People I’m not making this stuff up it’s been on the six o’clock news nearly every night,
When a fifty dollar bill won’t fill up a tank something ain’t right.

And don’t dare get sick or you’ll lose everything you’ve got,
And if you have to buy a prescription, forget about food to put in the pot.

It’s a crazy world and you can bet it’ll get worse,
Maybe somebody can stop this runaway train and see if it’s got a reverse.

Those of us who are retired or at retirement age,
Should have read the fine print at the bottom of the page.

You can retire if you want to live in poverty,
I just have one question, what ever happened to God Bless America and the Land of the Free?


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Don't have the special!

(This is a fictional poem)

I had the special at a diner here in Tennessee.
When I learned what I was eating, I tossed my cookies.
I was eating some kind of tough stew.
It was chewy and it tasted bad too.
When I asked the chef what was in the stew, I couldn't believe what he said.
He said he put horse meat in it and I vomited.
When I puked, I made a decision that wasn't great.
I cussed out this chef who weighs 250 pounds and stands six feet eight.
After he beat the hell out of me, he used my body to wipe the puke off the floor.
You'd better believe it when I tell you that I'm not eating there anymore.


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Day dreaming

I lie there
sun baking down
upon my back
Sizzling my skin
prickled with the heat
slowly scorches.
To cool it
I move a little
to the right.
A tree shaded area
just cool enough
in which to laze
the afternoon away.

Half dazed I lay there,
my thoughts begin
to wander
back over previous days.
Days where my boyfriend
would woo me,
off to the pictures
or night spots…
always something to do,
somewhere to go.
Him leading me,
showing me off
like a prized possession.
I wander is that all I am?
A possession?

Daisies,
I love these
cute little flowers,
perfect for picking
and playing….
He loves me,
he loves me not…
....He loves me!
Satisfied for now,
beaming like a
Cheshire cat;
I close my eyes ,
let imagination
take me far away
and doze
waiting for his return
with ice-lolly
dripping,
melting;
as I do with
my love…


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keys to heaven

constant incessant traffic sounds
like ever pounding surf
from the highway of the sea
down to the end then turn around
rest on last west key

they took a line of islands
and changed it to a pier
put housing on the roadside
sold the sunset colors here
a pastel colored paradise 
for fishermen and friends
as long as there is drink and ice
the party never ends


Details | I do not know? | |

CHOCOLATE (2001)

I LOVE CHOCOLATE AND CHOCOLATE LOVES ME,
I’D RATHER PICK UP A BAR OF CADBURY’S 
THAN EVER GO ON A DRINKING SPREE.

ITS MY MEDICINE AND KEEPS ME CALM,
THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH THIS
IT’S FREE FROM HARM.

THE FEELING YOU GET WHEN IT MELTS AWAY
I KNOW YOU WANT SOME
COME ON, TRY ONE A DAY

(Written in Uni lecture while craving for a galaxy)




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Open Rebuke

Vials of stolen waters are sweet
To the drunkard who drinks 
As if he has not drank
Who inside is like bottled up wine
Pouring new wines into an old wine skin
Though he must vent, ready to burst
He considers not that the wines will run out
And that the bottle will perish
Thus, the simple man seeks another drink
Making glances and taking chances
With festive dances and forbidden romances
The winebibber staggers and falls into deep ditches
Full of the nectar and the dregs of the flesh
Under the tree of knowledge in fields of subtle venoms
Loaves of secret bread are pleasant
To the glutton who gluts 
As if she lacks bread
Wiping her mouth saying she has done no wrong
Though she’s known, a woman given to appetite
Yet she puts not the knife to her throat
Neither considers the dainties before her
That such food id deceitful meat
The strange woman craves more delacacies
Making glances and taking chances
With festive dances and forbidden romances
The riotous eater of flesh gnash a mouthful of gravel
Engorged with the grains she grinds 
That pierce, alas, like a sword and stabs like a dagger
Whose drowsiness clothes with rags
And covers such impoverished souls 
With hunger and sleep, thus you must listen
Guide your heart in the Way 
And be not among them
Lest you learn their ways snaring your one soul.


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Hot Dog Man

Each day, it is get up before the sun, prepare the cart
Stock until it’s full and it is on with the day.
Mr. Johansson now has his work cut out for him
Selling dirty waters on the corner of 5th and Broadway.

For 34 years now, this has been his trade,
The vendor of food for the passers-by.
He never really made a lot of money it seemed,
But, he still never stopped and I know just why.

His family had all for which they ever asked.
His time, he had given to them with love and ease.
A bank would never know him as a rich man,
But, it’s through family and friends, that he succeeds.

He is a quiet man, just wishing to make his way,
Doing whatever it takes to provide and just get by.
An honorable man, no one could ever deny.
Truly more successful than you or I.

He never asks for help, independence he has.
He, however, is always willing to lend a hand.
If you are ever near the corner of Broadway and 5th,
You better stop and say hi to the hot dog man.


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Quiz No. Five

Quiz number five,
Just to keep you alive,
Is about to arrive,
And all this rhyming jive
To end, I'll strive:

It's friendly,
It could wave at you,
That would not be good,
From where you stood


Details | Senryu | |

Walking the Walk

Feeding the hungry
Clothing those who are naked
Walk justly--humbly



Details | Lyric | |

I Will Ever Be

I walk these lonely roads, where I live
here on earth. I can see the precious
moments ride the waves of the wind.
I see the changing times and I
lose loved ones and friends.
I wonder how long till my
Lord will come? Will
another pass on 
without His
loving 
grace? I
think of being
with my Lord ( these-
earthly times mean nothing-
to me ). I know my Lord is above
this creation called time. I know it
will not last. I think of the place where
times is no more, where Jesus I know I shall see
and in His loving arms will be! 


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The munchies

(This is a fictional poem)

My ex-boss owned a diner and he served soup that was free.
He put marijuana in it to give the customers the munchies.
When they ate the soup, they ordered lots of food.
They even ordered the liver and onions that was on the menu.
I decided to go to the cops and snitch.
Now he's in jail and he's some guy's #####.
He doesn't like the predicament that he's in.
I guarantee that he'll never sell food again.


Details | I do not know? | |

Catch of the Day...

Stealthy dip into the green
the pool limp liquid to be seen
straight down view from dappled shade
the catfish lazy, bubble breath laid
The jungle thick with consequence
mud sunk prints as evidence
Jaguar spots slip through the trees
whiskers twitching in the breeze
Quiet creeping toward the pool
belly grumble, will for food
Bubble from the breath below
and suddenly it's: go, go, go!
The pounce begins, 
the mud comes clean
off paws too cute
to be called mean
Water splashed into the air
glass exploding, moment bare
The jaguar neither stops nor lingers
He's off to enjoy a fresh fish dinner... 


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Imprisoned by food

Sometimes I feel imprisoned by food
Sometimes it's the only thing that soothes
When I'm in an intolerable mood
I hate the snacks I sneak at night
Some how I know that it's not right
Sometimes I'm not even hungry
It's just by habit because I'm feeling lonely
There is no one to scold me
I'm not even fat
But when there is no one to hold me
and the calories digest
I can't help hating myself


Details | Narrative | |

Drive-Thru Blues

The drive-thru did it again,
messed my order up,
I don't understand.

All I ordered was a salad, and fries,
you tell me, do these people have eyes?

How hard could that be, simple as can be,
a salad ,and fries, nobody in the line but me.

So back I went to the fast food line,
and ask them please, get it right this time.

A gallon of gas is what it took,
to come back here, and get the right food.

No apology did I hear, not one little word,
Really, some folks sure have the nerve.

The next time I'll check, before I leave,
saving me a trip back, with food I can't eat.


Details | Rhyme | |

Closer to a Grillionaire


There is a man who made a cool  Mill'..          

    all because of a Foreman Grill.     

Now, I hear through the grape-vine air      

this man is closer to a Grillionaire !


Details | Lyric | |

A Tempest Tossed Rage

A tempest tossed rage, a river of anger,
fueled by cruel haste, despitefully using,
losing my hope, as so it seems.

A tempest misplaced, emotions confusing,
where do I turn?, and where do I go?,
thier is no shelter, anywhere in sight.

A tempest engulfed, with a love so deep,
overcoming sins doubt, that's rendered useless,
turning to Jesus, my shelter I find.

A tempest no more, not yet out of sight,
searching inland, in a heart that's true,
following Jesus, down a path lit bright.


Details | Free verse | |

A Change Is Needed

Vegetarian I shall be,
carrots, cabbage, and tea.
Beets I have heard,
are natures cure,
and pickle juice,
keeps your blood pure.
Grapes make you glow,
prunes make you go,
and strawberries, 
I love them so.
A little wine,
before you close your eyes,
keeps you limber,
helps arthritis.
I have made my mind up,
my body screams help,
a change is needed,
can't hook my belt.


Details | Couplet | |

Something's brewing

At present there are many cases
Where modern folk of different races
Need food for body, mind and soul
Craving to be nourished, to be whole
Thought I could introduce to you
Fulfillment in the form of stew
An age old family recipe
That sends emotion soaring free

Take one chopped liver, be precise
Add just a pinch of happy spice 
Two teaspoons full of loyalty’s nice
Handful of hope in small cubes diced
Pieces of courage thinly sliced
Two ripened hearts firmly spliced
A gracious sauce, senses enticed
Enrich the soul with beauty of life

Tickle the taste buds, play with your food
Set the table with all that’s good
Dig in, be happy, understood
This masterful dish will lift your mood
Tastes best when served with pure delight
So have a blast with all you invite
Serves all who’s willing to join the feast
Experience perfection while you eat


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Instant Coffee

it always ends the same
too much sticky-sweet silt
lying at the bottom of
a round ceramic basin.
a funny kind of river 
once lived there;
tar black, 
with swirling hints of deeper cream
something you might scry in,
if you had the right affinity
haven't most of us sat
on an off day,
feeling lost & helpless to the world,
starring into this brown-black oblivion,
seeking answers that only lie within ourselves
it reminds me of regret;
this bottom layer
clinging to everything it touches,
something we're never able to completely wash away


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Bittersweet

Bites her lip and closes her eyes

holds in  poison and gasps for lack of words

The sunflowers on the window sill 

have wilted from the density of emotions

contained in one room

one room where she finds her peace

one room where she finds her demons

one room where  she lies awake

one room where she goes to rest

one room where she found herself

 and one room where she lost it all

she looks into the mirror  and says,

"it's a bittersweet life," and sighs 

as she's choked with irony

only one person has ever made 

these brown eyes turn blue

it's you.


Details | Free verse | |

Insomnia


5 AM

stretch, tuck your knees into your chest

on your back, on your stomach

on the floor, on the bed

bare skin against  icy sheets

i find no comfort

no saving grace 

as i dig my nails deep into the warn out mattress

let my body go limp

my wrist drops to wall

with a hollow sound 

and a bruise to bare witness

last night i reached  for help

and accidently knocked myself over

a piece of my soul slipped behind the dresser

i'll never find it buried in dust


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Delicacies (2005)

Not in the mood for a land
One for something more extravagant 
I’m not sure where my taste derived 
But this phases has survives 
Picky and choosey everything has to be right
If its worth the satisfaction I won’t put up a fight


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Treat (2004)

A lemon tart with a cherry on top
Caramelised vanilla covered on a corn cob
Peaches and cream and macadamia nut
Strawberries and apples all nicely cut
Chocolate moose and masala spice
Mango coated sticky rice
Sugar and butter wrapped in a chapatti
Roasted tomato mushroom and garlic pate 
A different cheese on every dish
Raspberry and orange Jelly fish
Coffee and cream with a hit of mint
A fruit cocktail with a multi colour tint
Greek style yogurt with a chopped cucumber 
Don’t wake me now out of my treat slumber


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Pancakes

I love pancakes with syrup because it's so sweet.
It truly is a delicious thing for people to eat.
Mrs.Butterworth's is my favorite syrup but I like Karo too.
Get yourself an order of pancakes, it will satisfy you.


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The Kichen Poem Prayer

God bless my little kitchen,
I love it's every nook,
And bless me as I do my work,
wash pots and pans and even cook,
and may the that I prepare,
be seasoned from above,
as we partake of earthly food,
thy table for us spread,
we'll not forget to thank thy Lord,
who gives us daily bread,
so bless my little kitchen,
God and those who enter in,
may they find not but joy'n peace
and happiness within,


Details | Rhyme | |

unknown

Solid grey with one big white spot
No room to move, God its so hot
4 feet wide and 4 feet high
Surrounded by walls I see no sky
No one left me any food at all
Starting to go crazy I crave alcohol
No food no water or anything at all
Last i remember is watching a friend fall
A week has gone by, im still in this place
I have talked to many people but I remember a face
It was an older male dressed all in white
I will admit he gives me the frights
He told me that I am different then most
And that when he first found me I was tapped to a post
He asked me questions as I replied my best
I realized by the end I was really a mess
Turns out I pushed my friend I watched fall
Not even knowing what I was doing at all
At the end I got scared and ran to the post
Where I tapped myself knowing I was hurting the most
I realize now just how messed up I am
The whole reason im here is so I dont do this again
Doctor tell me I might be okay
Then again who knows, I may kill again one day


Details | Lyric | |

I Think - I know

I think that I understand
   but only JEUS can stand;

I think that I am right
  but for me HE did shed light;
 
I think that I do good
  but only JESUS provideth food!

I know that alone I cannot stand
  but in His Grace I do land;

I know that I am not right
  but in His love I see His light;

I know that I do no good
  but in His word I find food!