Vanilla bean skin,
Cool sweet breath and cherry lips
Make kissing dessert.
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
The taste of homemade Carmel so sweet/ everyone I know desires the treat.
After one night in the kitchen covered/ half the pan gone, next morning discovered.
Is it my beagle Lily whom loves any food? / she seems in a hyper beagle mood.
I know I heard a squeak in the night / a dream ? No, for low was the kitchen light.
T'was my husband, for he can't resist/ soft , buttered brown sugar , a Vanilla twist.
Her list includes croutons and jelly and jam,
as I read down, I see knockwurst and ham.
Bananas and tuna, pick up Borax and Bold,
if there's no Zest, then get Palmolive Gold.
Orange juice and lemons, Pepsi and Sprite,
ice cream and cookies for our guests tonight.
I arrive on line nine with it all and croutons.
It rings up, I reach in..I forgot the coupons.
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)
a whole lotta' spoonin'
goin' on in the "Soup"
nosin' around the comment coral
I see love
amongst the group
marriage scent in the air
where it leads...
we shall see
I know some
are dippin' crackers in the "Soup"
but Lawd' knows
IT AIN'T ME!~
I do not know?
A soup so delightful
Yet to such a waste
All that cooking
Standing by the stove
Making sure the temperature was just right
Adding all the right spices
- A little salt and pepper, some lemon squeeze, just a hint of chili and a spoon full of love
Stirring carefully, making sure it didn't boil over
Humming your favorite tune while preparing
Personalized with all the ingredients you prefer
Poured it into you favorite bowl, the yellow one (your favorite color)
Served it to you with fresh basil and a kiss on your cheek
You smile and say:
"Thanx, but I'm not very hungry right now"
fried chicken is good
with rice and beans and butter
ice cold glass of tea
and some football action for me
Packed a picnic for the middle of the night,
sandwiches,chocolet stawberrys , liqueur taste just right,
Smoke a lil sumthin to make us feel so light,
My baby sister here, we can never feel so tight,
One candle burning flickering just right,
Here with our loves, the moon shines so bight,
We walk through the trails, to stretch our legs and feel the air,
we get so spooked we run back feeling fear,
We laugh out loud to clear the air,
Enjoy this time from here to there,
Cinco de mayo is outa sight,
We love each other all so right.
When I'm home sick, sulking half the day because your not here,
And getting sadder if I say madder because your not there,
I remind myself in an unusual way theres worse fared,
If you don't mind being compared,
Repeating the many ways you cared,
The experiences fondly replayed in many ways,
Thoughts and memories that make me gay,
Every recipe, every taste,
Looking back it all seems in an awkward haste,
Now it is what I use to fill my plate,
It's what I use so I won't be late,
Staying here learning to appreciate,
All the miles, trucks caring freight..
For your Christmas gifts the children just can't wait,
But if you visit my mind would quake.
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…
I claim no responsibility for my acts,
your honor lets look at the facts.
it was a crime of UN-passion,
in a glorious poetic fashion.
He was annoying when he'd snore,
so loud at night it made my ears sore.
and oh yeah when he ate,
His clicking jaw would grate.
chewing with his mouth open wide,
losing my appetite seeing his chewed food inside.
when he was done, belching so loud,
rating it a ten cause he was so damned proud.
I'd stare, waiting for his "excuse me" in a polite way,
He'd quote better out than in, I always say.
Gee let's not forget the loads and loads of nasty gas,
the quiet and deadly ones where the stench would last and last.
thinking it funny to pull the covers over my head,
that alone would be attempted murder trying to stink me dead
Scratching and digging examining his balls,
me just shivering thinking, it just might be a bug that crawls
But no, for some reason he thought it was an acceptable way,
to play pocket-pool in spite of what I might think or say.
so yes I plead temporary insanity, I know that excuse is over used,
but I was feeling a little more then put upon and abused.
I am not done your honor I could go on and on,
I could write a book regarding this nasty spawn.
The sex gee if you could call it that,
lasting all of two seconds him contented, I got my ass pat.
and of course scratching and digging his balls,
he got more enjoyment from that, it drove me up walls.
throwing his dirty socks at my face,
complaining that I never clean up this place.
missing the toilet never put up the toilet seat,
sitting on the wet made my life so complete.
and yeah gee I forgot to mention,
the television got more then its share of attention.
He had to have the remote at all times,
According to him chick flicks weren't worth two dimes.
Night after night he'd watch his sports,
cursing and savoring his disdaining snorts.
oh and a cold beer sat in his other hand,
so smugly superior thinking I'm to jump at his command.
calling, woman! where's my supper, I want it now,
then eating complaining as he scarfed like a sow.
"The food wasn't hot enough, we're having that again?"
I would close my eyes and count to ten.
so I slipped some arsenic in his food one night,
the beer he drank killed the licorice bite.
no your honor, I take no responsibility for me actions,
he had to pay for his major infractions.
this was a mercy killing I have to say,
it was for my sanity that I had to send him away.
divorce wouldn't do, I thought of some poor other sod,
getting stuck with this Neanderthal bi-pod.
so I throw myself on the mercy of the court,
and ask for your pardon and a little support.
An injustice has been committed I must confess.
May he give the devil no rest.
Thank you your honor for vendicating me,
I sincerely appreciate your verdict of not guilty.
I may not have all the riches galore,
Or stand laced in diamonds that drape to the floor,
I may not be built, like the girl in your dreams.
Or bare the manors your mother would teach.
I may not have money to spend at my will,
Or time to waste ,just 4 the hell.
I may not cook as good as you,
But you"ll know I tried, take outs good too.
I never stopped earning all I have gained.
I'm willing to share with you just the same.
I may not be perfect just honest & true.
All that I have baby,I offer you.
I smell regret!
I smell it on your clothes
and in your hair,
on your hands
and in every stitch,
every twist and turn in the path of your goddamned
train of thought,
and it is especially noticeable in the carpet,
but then again,
that could just be the milk I spilled
when I caught a big fat whiff of the aforementioned regret...
She is a fine cook
It didn't come by chance
She was trained by her family
She practiced day and night
She had to learn to cook
For many in her life
Her husband was particular
And she was a dutiful wife
She told us all a story
Early in martial bliss
She made a beautiful cake
Spent hours creating it
She waited in anticipation
To feed her only man
A chocolate spearmint cake
She thought would be grand
Her husband was so excited
To dare take a bite
She looked at him with hope
That it was a delight
Instead his look was sour
His eyes closed tight
He said this cake tastes lousy
Not another bite
To the eyes nose palate...
Deers jump six foot fence
I do not know?
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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I do not know?
I crave the taste of chocolate
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
Compared to you there's nothing to desire more
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.
Breakfast begins with out a care
Waffles and applesauce
Thats what love is
This mourning here with you
I just reminisced
Our first kiss
And this mourning
It's applesauce to you
And just because
I hit life's pause
I now give sauce
And it's because
Of the things you do
"You shouldn't cook that!"
I heard them all say.
"Why, that's only served
on Christmas Day!"
"You shouldn't bake that,
Something else you must cook.
Our husbands will know
and how will that look?"
"It's fourth of July
No time for that dish.
These rules can't be broken
please honor our wish!"
But I pay no heed
to wives' rambling tricks.
My taste buds cry out
for sage and bread mix.
No husband have I
to eat what I make.
So why should I care
whatever I bake?
There is no set rule
No government law!
I just crave dressing
with turkey. That's all.
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
When eating leftover dressing
That was a good main course for lunch
Only compliment receiving
You could patent this honeybunch
He forgot potato salad
Left it out of his extra praise
What Rocky did say nots valid
For he was in a state of craze
you ave taste
come over to my place
lets sit face to face
and have a christmas treat
wine and food to eat
just me and you
CHRISTMAS DINNER FOR TWO
Hot double fudge
Chocolate, walnut, sweet
Good when shared with a friend or
One beautiful mourning
wine for breakfast, I knew
I never wanted to eat again
If not to eat with you
So let the romance begin
Your love I want to win
I want my life to be with you
I want you for my wife
In future strides
I won't ever deny it
I need you by my side
My soul takes flight with you
Prima colazione sbagliata
Si strapazzate il mio cuore, come se si trattasse di una frittata tre uova.
Rompere il guscio della mia anima finché non crollò
Sto cercando così difficile per dimenticare.
Il mio io interiore caduto, bumbled.
Mi sentivo mescolate
Mi sento arruffato
Se i nostri tempi ti penti
Il mio amore soffocato
Le mie emozioni accoppiato
English / Italian
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.
Your bedtime prayers
Coupled with the right Scriptures
To tie the knot with...
Thick, soft "bretzels" are folded
Like arm over arm.
Hard, brown pretzel twists
Are more than little rewards-
Sweet licks, salty bites...
I do not know?
Looking in the mirror is a nightmare
So many fat roles flapping around
I just can’t seem to loose enough
I want to make my husband proud
He says I am beautiful no matter what
I do not get where he sees that
No, matter what I always feel
Mom says I am built like my father
Not meant to be a size 0
I believe she is just saying that
So I will not feel so bad
Because even I know, I am
While I have lost fifty pounds
I believe I could afford to lose fifty pounds more.
At the least
Then I would be able to fit into
Something more flattering
Than what I usually wear
I know I am
I can help that
I will, I will
I have to keep my eye on the prize
Remembering that size
That is where I want to be.
Therefore, my husband can really be proud of me.
When I am not
By: Jean Shular
Fought for one
Slice of bread.
One man drank
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
(I got the idea for this poem from National Lampoon's Vacation.)
When I went on a picnic, I wondered why the sandwiches were wet.
I ate two of them and it was something that I'd soon regret.
It was revolting and drastic.
My dog wet on the picnic basket.
I ate the sandwiches when my wife handed them to me.
I wondered why they smelled and tasted like pee.
When I learned that the sandwiches had been peed on, I threw up.
I sold that damn dog that I'd had since he was a pup.
When I puked my guts out, I was not pleased.
I'll never again be able to eat bologna and cheese.
I could just
eat you up
Eat too much
Wish I had
Ate you up
I would tell him,
but he hunkered
down in his bunker,
with one-thousand-caliber cans of beer.
He rationed himself,
to every Bud.
poured from their head-wound
deafening - distinctive - gurgles.
I dine at a wide clay table -
face the gold-red wall.
I serve myself a setting yolk -
season it with salt.
I eat my meal, and quickly-
forbid the air its warmth.
I stuff myself with sunset;
starved in bed, I bawl
as dusk, so kind, wraps leftovers
for tomorrow evening’s gall
He (like the day) has set;
sunsets taste – different –
I do not know?
(This is a fictional poem)
My arms, legs and ribs have been broken and I'm wearing a neck collar.
It happened when I went to a five star restaurant and was charged three hundred
All my wife and I had were a couple of steaks.
When i told the owner that I didn't have enough money, a lot of bones started to
He dumped a pot of linguini and clams over my head and then jabbed me in the
nuts with a fork.
He burned my hands on his stove and I started crying like a little dork.
He started beating me and he wouldn't quit.
He beat me so hard that it made me ####.
You may be laughing at me, you may think it's funny.
But you won't find it so amusing if you ever go to that restaurant without enough
This is where I start, the beginning of a
poem. Gee, the faceless memories are
blanketing the beach! The sweet sweat
of anise seeds wets dried olden throats
matching with precious emerald stones
and feta of the gods, dressed in earth’s
natural, colorful skin to satisfy a hunger
where I watched this fairest of them all
trudging through the sand dunes. O, her
foot-prints, left un-touched! I wanted to
measure her smile, but my commander
has taken the order of my day to other
station. There, I imitated Steven Segal’s
expertise chopping veggies, for a soup.
I do not know?
My hubby likes chicken dumplins
I like my cheddar cheese
Thank God I married someone like him
Who is not very hard to please
He sure likes his colas and sodas
I like my water and tea
It really doesn’t matter to him
Just so he still has me
He is not, but heavens knows
I am the picky eater.
The ice cream’s not cold, the soups not hot
And the tea needs to be even sweeter.
Thank God my hubby likes his dumplins
And also my cheddar cheese
He’s not very hard to cook for
He’s very easy to please.