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O say can you see
those mayo layered morsels,
sour kraut or sweet hams,
the corned beef and dill pickles,
bread fed by rivers of flavor!
Lettuce praise diner and deli,
the relish and aroma between
hungry eyes and belly.
Lord who made
the pork and beef,
the sandwich maker
and baker.
for all delectable sandwiches
imagined by the dawns early light,
yea, from sea to shining sea
we thank thee.
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Peanut butter
on waffles
on pancakes
on crackers
Thank you George Washington Carver!
Peanut butter
on a spoon
as a snack, quick and tasty.
Peanut butter
on bread
on graham crackers
on biscuits
Thank you George Washington Carver!
Peanut butter
with Miracle Whip
and Lettuce as a sandwich.
Peanut butter pie
Peanut butter brownies
Peanut butter just being peanut butter.
Thank you George Washington Carver!
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Moms beat their children half to death
For scissoring up their best white sheets
Cutting out two holes for eyes
Ghosts don't really look like that
Damaged linens is the Outer Limits
Is Addams Family crazy beyond the pale
Whiter than white turned gray
Thank you Thing!
Give Cousin Itt a comb for all that hair
To see through this vale of tears and darkness
Hand him a brush with death
A hand sandwich with mustard on it
Hand him a knife to cut through clouds
Gray beyond the pale
Beyond white sheets with holes cut in them
Blowing in the wind with ghosts still in them
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One day I asked God if I could have a cheese sandwich and a cup of coffee.
No problem David, God said, coming right up.
He then organised a miner to get the ore to make the things He needed.
He then organised a farmer to plow the land to grow the wheat to make the bread.
He then organised a farmer to milk the cow to make the butter and the cheese.
He then organised a farmer grow the beans to make the coffee.
He then organised a driver to transport all the items to the kitchen.
He then organised a chef to make the sandwich and the cup of coffee.
He then organised the waiter to serve it up on a tray just for me.
I didn't dare tell Him that I had changed my mind after all that trouble!
Thank You Lord, it was a lovely snack.
While waiting at the car wash.
© Dave Timperley 2012
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" Who is your neighbor"
Falling asleep, listening to an oldies station. Elvis was singing, Burning Love;
" A hunk, a hunk of burning love." Played over and over. I felt like throwing up!
In my slumber, Elvis was my neighbor. Partying all night, with his rowdy band;
Looking over, I saw, Elvis gyrating his hips, with a peanut butter sandwich in hand.
Tired of the noise. I got up and walked to Graceland. Facing huge ornate gates;
Elvis looked, and asked, "Are you the pizza delivery boy? I said, for Pete sake.
"No I'm not!" "Could you, quiet down?" I asked. He looked at me and laughed;
He said, " Do you know who I am?" I'm the king of rock n roll, so kiss my fat a--!"
In disgust I walked away. As the pizza delivery boy walked up to the Gate, I heard
Elvis say, " Thank you very much, thank you very much." As he stuffed his face.
9/6/2015
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I hate it that the morning sun
For you brings thoughts of future pain,
That joyful days something you feel
Will never ever come again,
I hate it that friends outstretched arms
Bring only thoughts they too will die,
That day’s promise is only loss
Life’s colors seem a fragile dye.
I hate it that though joy may come
A lobster sandwich that tastes good
Depression’s grip still holds your heart
Surrounding you like coffin’s wood.
I hate it though your trembling frame
I gently hold in fond embrace,
Your spirit’s looking for a door,
And only feels your life’s disgrace.
Oh day of possibility
We thank you that we play a part
In bringing heaven back to earth
God’s servant still the human heart.
Let even Death too find release
From dark dreams of irreverence,
Angelic music filled with peace
Announce now Christ’s deliverance.
Brian Johnston
February 23, 2015
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Our circle in life will never be broke,
If it is painted with the Masters stroke.
For He alone paints masterpieces,
With every stroke He shows His love never ceases.
Check out the scene some springtime morn,
Beautiful wildflowers in bloom and babies being born.
I marvel at birds as they take flight,
And enjoy the fun of a puppy as they nibble and bite.
Watching little kittens they are such a delight,
Or teaching a child how to fly his first kite.
It’s the simple things in life that hold the most,
Like savoring the flavor of a good sandwich made on toast.
Holding a loved ones hand can mean so much,
Giving and receiving a gentle touch.
Everything we really need God has given to us for free,
Our water, air, land, and even the forest so full of His trees.
But man came along and said it was his,
Could be the reason we are always in a tiz!
Not wanting to share can blind us all,
It all stays here on that final curtain call.
If you enjoy what you have and except it as Gods gift,
You’ll learn to appreciate life more you’ll feel the lift.
So don’t be bitter, no never be hard,
Just be grateful for what you have and thank the Lord.
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Getting Older
Young man sitting next to me on the bench I asked him,
Young man if I am sad what will you do? I will ask you to share your sadness.
Young man if I am cold what will you do? I will cover you with my coat.
Young man if I am angry what will you do? I will listen and help you forgive.
Young man if I am standing what will you do? I will give you my place.
Young man if I am crying what will you do? I will wipe your tears & enlace you.
Young man if I am hungry what will you do? I will give you my sandwich.
Young man if I am sleepy what will you do? I will cradle you.
Young man if I need a friend what will you do? I will befriend you forever.
Young man if I am lonely what will you do? I will take you in and look after you.
Young man if I am lost what will you do? I will hold you to find your way back.
Young man if I want to kill myself what will you do? I will forbid you to do that.
Young man if I want my children what will you do? I will locate them for you.
Young man can you get me off this bench walk me to the bank, yes of course.
Arrived at the bank holding her hand she went to the teller told him to get her out 50.0000$. Thank you for sitting on the bench with me. Remember this day
Its a Thanksgiving gift.
Therese Bacha
15/3/2013
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As I went to bed last night the snows began to fly.
I was awakened about half past six by the snow removal guy!
That dude crawled out of his bed about a quarter past three!
But somebody's gotta do it! Thank the Lord - it ain't me!
Thursday is the day the trash man collects trash at our curb.
He's one of those unsung heroes who performs a job superb!
Oh! How my back aches watching him heave barrels of debris!
But somebody's gotta do it! Thank the Lord - it ain't me!
I'm thankful for the dairy folks who provide our milk and cheese,
And for the long-suffering cows that tolerate the pull and squeeze!
But the guy who mucks the stables is vital to no less a degree!
But somebody's gotta do it! Thank the Lord - it ain't me!
Maintaining sewer lines to keep things flowing is honest work.
We'd be in a heap of trouble if his duties he should shirk!
The "sewer engineer's" pay stinks but he presses on willingly!
But somebody's gotta do it! Thank the Lord - it ain't me!
I enjoy a tuna salad sandwich or salmon patties now and then.
I can appreciate the folks who filet the fish and pack 'em in a can.
It ain't the most desirable occupation, 'tis very plain to see!
But somebody's gotta do it! Praise the Lord - it ain't me!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
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You left me all alone again in the therapist office we went over all the scenarios what we would say but there you were stunned knowing your head was bashed in your lip still bleeding from his brown fist you said nothing holding your arm while the pain crawled down your back and again he'll get a free pass I hate you for that he mangles us as his friend meet at the bar cackling about the bruises they left on their wives just so they could have a beer and a sandwich rather than sit through meat loaf and potatoes hearing Bobby talk about his championship game wanting both his parents to just get along long enough to see him receive his trophy but here you are broken battered in tears unable to stand or open your swollen eyes I'm here looking at the therapist crying weeping what a waste of flesh allowing yourself to be abused by this coward being respected a great guy a woman beater hurting his children oh well this is America women are conditioned to except his raunchy characteristics and he still swings a baseball bat who are you lady I'm triggered to let the world see what we've done cause he's not coming back to ever harm us again thoughts have been acted out only because you couldn't get out and well he's dead now there I said it Somebody had to stop him the authorities take him around the corner to return more violent I am not sorry for saving you it’s not your fault tell them it was me remember
survive to stay alive
Alto Enhancement
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Contemplating the versatility of Mayo
And all that can be done with it
From the slathering on whilst sun bathing
To globbing it on my bologna sandwich
I find it tantalizing to the tastebuds
And it sure does sizzle in the sun
I once applied to much and set my toes on fire
Lucky for me I lost only one
Thank goodness I was near the water
When my foot went up in flames
I guess that's why God gives us ten toes
In case we lose any along the way
As with anything you can even get bored with Mayonnaise
That's why I strive for different ideas
So I put my brain juices into overdrive
And came up with this amazing list
Instead of milk in a shake you can use Mayo
Please wait till the end for all the applause
I'm still having trouble dealing with thickness
And have yet to get it through the straw
Perhaps if I leave out the ice cream
And just add Mayo, milk chocolate, and ice
I guess I'll just keep on experimenting
When it's ready you can be the first in line
And who doesn't like mayonnaise on anchovie pizza
The perfect combination at best
Even better than peanut butter and jelly
If only I can figure out how to package it
Mayonnaise is also the perfect conditioner
You could leave it in your hair for days I suppose
But try to avoid to much time in the sun
After all...remember the toes
I'm going back to my room for more ideas now
Or as I like to call it..."The Mayo Think Tank"
I know my family thinks I'm a genius
Cause they always leave me in there for days
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One thing I’ve learned about life…in all the memories I’ve collected…is hot to embrace the unanticipated…the unforeseen…the unexpected
Oh, I still believe in planing trips with forethought, caution and care…but I’ve found unplanned moments can lead to happiness…I didn’t know was there.
I remember on a well-planned trip with Deborah…to Chattanooga, Tennessee…a wrong turn down a wrong street…ended at the Moon Pie factory.
If it wasn’t for that wrong turn…that little glitch in our vacation travel riddle…we would have never discovered Moon Pie makes a sandwich with marshmallow ice cream in the middle.
Thanks to one unplanned, unexpected turn in Chattanooga, Tennessee…Moon Pie ice cream was added to our list…of treasured memories.
I used to be a jogger…a daily routine to which I religiously kept…every morning I’d be out there running while the rest of my family slept.
But years of running…on my knees…was too much of a shock…and after two meniscus surgeries…my run became a walk.
I admit my initial disappointment I found difficult to hide…but when I ran…I ran alone…now I walk with Deborah by my side.
We walk together in the morning at slow and steady paces…enjoying the beauty of the animals, the trees and the breeze upon our faces.
I’m not sure how or why this happens…but I find it altogether stunning…how we see and hear things as we walk…I never saw or heard while running.
I don’t know why these moments come about…how by Fate they are selected…but I know whenever I eat a Moon Pie or take a walk with Deborah…I thank my lucky stars for every memory unexpected.
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#1
Put the toilet seat down.
What woman wants to end up falling into the toilet in the middle of the night?
#2
Stop changing the channel.
Believe me guys, when women are trying to watch a soap opera, you best leave the remote alone.
#3
Put your own dirty clothes in the laundry.
I hate picking up crusty socks.
#4
Stop farting at the table.
Do you mind? I'm trying to eat.
#5
Excuse yourself when you burp.
And they say our children have to have manners.
#6
Roll your own damn cigarette.
When was the last time you rolled me one?
#7
Clean your messes up.
Trust me guys, you're a bunch of slobs.
#8
Don't call me stupid.
We women are just as smart, if not smarter than you are.
#9
Move out of my way.
When a woman is trying to get something done, the man always stands in the middle of the room.
#10
Turn the music down.
I know you guys love your music loud, but sheesh!
#11
Get out!
The least you guys could do is give us a little privacy in the bathroom.
#12
Do it yourself.
I'm sure you guys are smart enough to do things on your own.
#13
Get it yourself.
Guys, get your lazy, fat butts off the couch and make your own sandwich.
#14
Use your manners.
We don't like being told what to do without a simple please and thank you.
#15
Take your boots off at the door.
Women hate it when men carry dirt into the house after just cleaning the floors.
#16
Shut up!
When we are trying to watch a movie, that means we are trying to hear it too.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Sept.24/2004
I know some of these sound mean. No offense guys.
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Old age doesn’t burst through the door…it takes time for it to arrive…
then one day you find yourself heading out to dinner at a little after five.
Hey, it pays to get there early…there are specials on the menu to be read,
and we wanted to get back in time to watch the news…before we went to bed.
After we entered the restaurant and to our seats we strolled
I decided to keep my jacket on…to counteract the cold.
When I first picked up the menu…I admit I was appalled
I thought, what am I reading…a contract…this print is much too small.
And I saw our waitress’s lips move when she handed us our bread
but she must have been talking in a whisper because I didn’t hear a word she said.
As I commented on the menu’s print, how loud it was….and how cold
I suddenly came to the realization…I have gotten old.
So I resolved I would embrace it…I smiled at Deborah, my wife
zipped up my jacket then proceeded to eat my tuna sandwich…
with my fork and knife.
After the waitress said “Thank you honey!” and from the restaurant we debarked…
I said, “That was a lovely evening…do you remember where we parked?”
On our way home I commented to Deborah about how our meal tasted great
except I was a little unnerved by that old guy across the room
who seemed to be watching everything I ate.
She happily pointed out I was looking at a mirrored wall
and that old guy watching me…was me…
In my defense the lighting was a little dim
and my eyes aren’t what they used to be…
As I say old age does not burst through the door…
it takes time for it to arrive
Sometimes it sneaks up on you …
at a restaurant…
while you’re eating dinner…
a little after five.
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WHERE DO THEY GO?
Warm summer day Sunday morning family outing
To church to give thanks for God's goodness
That old lady again sitting at the church entrance
All day she collects pennies from parishioners
And maybe a sandwich from a picnic left over
Tossed in a trash can with flies buzzing around
I toss her my sixty five cents small change from my back pocket.
I guess she’s there all day, but at day’s end where does she go?
Maybe a shared old mattress in a wrecked basement up for demolition
Or a shelter for the night run by the Salvation Army
Could be just in the grassy verge of a roadside parking area?
After all it is summer and the nights are not cold really.
Anyhow, it gets dark and she just disappears
Thank God - out of sight out of mind
In the darkness she can’t be seen any more
Makes no impact on my suburban mentality
Doesn’t disturb my late night tv with Letterman
And my nightcap of Johnny Walker before the hot milk and bed.
We chat before sleep my wife and I about the day
And forget the old lady at the church entrance.
She has no Letterman or Walker
No chat with a close one before sleep
A sleep perhaps disturbed by drug addicts stumbling over her in the dark
Or rousted by the cops for trespass, or frightened by stray dogs in a pack.
I can sleep easy, I did my bit with the sixty five cents in my back pocket.
Good night.
When I was small my mum used to ask where do the flies go in wintertime?
Just to puzzle and amuse me
Of course she didn’t explain that they don’t actually go anywhere
But the cold simply finishes off all those dirty nuisances
And makes the air clean and pleasant
After the summer plagued by those unwanted useless creatures.
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There's a pesky mosquito hoverin' around our ears
If he keeps it up he'll soon be splattered in smears
T-Buzz tries to draw our blood
When he gets hit with a THUD!
We'll celebrate his demise with a party ~ Cheers!
by Lin Lane
A mini vampire with wings,
in annoying high notes he sings.
Tries to fly incognito,
this imp called mosquito.
With blood thirsty appetite stings!
by Carol Connell
That darn mozzie was buzzing like hell
Til I sprayed him with a can of Repell
He can no longer fly
I watched that mozzie die
I’m happy he’s gone – you can tell!
by Jan Allison
That skeeter was in for a thumpin'.
I swatted, but he just kept jumpin'.
I got out the spray,
winked, said, “Come my way”.
And now I'm no longer a-grumpin'
by Dale G. Cozart
There's a pesky bug upon the lawn
One his mother should have never spawn
making noises here and there
wish he'd just disappear
One big ol' zap and poof he's gone
by Tim Smith
T-Buzz flies around in pestering irritation
One good swat'll take care of his elimation
No more buzzin' sound
He's garbage can bound
Thank goodness there's no reincarnation
by Marti Sutherland
I was singing karaoke, acapella
While eating a sandwich of mortadella
Along came a mosquito
Named Little Esposito
I smacked him cuz he wasn't a nice fella
By Mystic Rose
A skeeter singing for a favor
Was wanting blood for a caper
He's playing with fire
His future is dire
Joining others on my wallpaper
By Cheryl Hoffman
A mosquito was buzzing loud
Of his bugle, he felt so proud
My hands would squash fast
That buzz would be his last
Soon, he'd be covered with a shroud
by Jo Daniel
If anyone dislikes the buzzing of a mosquito, join in the collaboration by sending me your lines in a SOUP MAIL.
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TEEN AGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES!!
One day I came home with the flu.
My mother gave me a bowl of stew
All I can say is that the stew was thick like goo.
I still ate it thinking it was chicken stew.
Saturday morning I woke up watching Winnie The Pooh.
Mother made me a sandwich that was hard to chew
In the kitchen I saw 2 strange looking shells
Once I saw them I started getting dizzy spells
Eating turtle soup with out having a clue.
Made my face turn green and blue.
Walked into the living room.
My stomach still felt kind of doom.
My mother was watching the tube and singing along
Singing along to the,"Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" song!
NOW THAT WAS WRONG!!!!!!
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TWO TURTLE DOVES
During Christmas, I always go hunting in the woods
I set out traps to catch me some goods
I caught two turtle in my first trap
Poor little things where full of crap.
I was singing "On the first day of Christmas" on my way back.
All I could think of was my Two Turtle (Doves), snack!
I took them inside and dipped them in water
They had no idea they where soon to be slaughter
My dad told me that turtle soup hits the right spot.
Silly turtles where already in the boiling pot
Looking at the pot one turtles was swimming around
I can't believe in the hot water he didn't even drown
I had to pull him out, and set him on the rebound.
I'll just cook him on my second round.
I am ready to eat my turtle stew.
Praising this soup with an mm mm thank you!
DARN!! Salt and Pepper was the main thing I forgot
Realizing napkins was the only thing I bought
I put the napkins on my lap.
I was about to have me some turtle snap.
I started singing my favorite Christmas song.
Suddenly the "Two Turtle Dove" part did not belong.
Singing softly to my favorite line
Eating the stew didn't feel fine.
""On The Second day of Christmas
CCCCCCCCCCCCCChrrriiissstamms
MMMMMMMMMMMy TRUE LOVVVVEE
Gave to me TWO TURTLE DOVVVVEE
With out having the jolly to sing along.
I had to put the stew to a side and be strong.
(now) THAT WAS WRONG!!!!!
((( HAVING FUN WITH MY OWN TURTLE CONTEST )))
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While looking for Elvis
Met Nessie in Loch Ness
Hoarding a leprechauns pot of gold
While getting ready to depart
I tripped over the Lost Ark
In the baggage of a hitchhiking Pharaoh
Thought I had got lost in flight
Stumble into Camelot at night
King Arthur shooting Robin Hood's arrows
Little green men from Mars
Battling a dragon with bumper cars
Jumping on my unicorn I rode
Diving into the Ocean
The mermaids gave me notions
My search for Elvis was getting cold
Swam down to Atlantis in the Atlantic
Dine at Poseidon's banquet
He had a big Roman nose
Cruising the Devil's Triangle
Being careful for any angle
I try to assassinate Castro
No money for the Florida toll booth
I wander into the Flountain of Youth
I look much younger so I'm told
On my way to Colorado
I kiss the Indian Princess of El Dorado
They can keep their entire treasure load
I saw Jimmy Hoffa eating a hot dog
While sitting with Big Foot on a redwood log
They were both getting pretty old
Went over to Memphis
Back through Las Vegas
My search for Elvis was about to fold
Than an angel named Gabriel
Told me about the new guy down at the stable
So I flew off to Shangri-la with pilot Joe
Our wings iced without warning
Damn this damn Global warming
Flying over Santa and a Chinese Viking Eskimo
We crashed landed in Xanadu
Met a few people we both knew
But Elvis left so I was told
With my new friend Yeti
We shared a big bowl of spaghetti
Amelia Earhart cooked and sold
Round the Garden of Eden
I traded an apple for freedom
From the lost tribes of Isreal though
On Mount Olympus I heard singing
The voice of Elvis reigning
I found the King of Rock and Roll
We ate a fried banana peanut butter sandwich
Elvis offer me the last bite of his sandwich
I politely refused I couldn't be so bold
Before I could ask Elvis as such
He rose and said "Thank you very much"
The answers I needed were put on hold
"Beam me up Scottie" he quipped
Than in a flash he was on the Mother Ship
And I turn and saw my friend little Moe
Area 51 is where that saucer came from
In Noah's Ark we drank wine and hard rum
Finding Elvis I am no hero
Looking for Elvis is half the fun
Its the trip that ends where it begun
Down in Dallas on a grassy knoll
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It took him two trips to set it all up.
He kept it simple just the way
he thought she'd like it..
A basket of fruit and ritz crackers
ham and cheese sandwiches,,,
and her favorite
a giant wedge of orange chocolate..
He did splurge a bit
on the bottle of pink champagne
and a spray of red roses.
He hid the question and the humble little ring
in the knot of an old birch tree...
Pleased by the way it all turned out
as he headed for the edge of the meadow
to take a simple man pee...
Thinking about how she'd been
a little bit off and distant lately,
Upwind and just to the side
there was a large crack of branches..
his heart nearly came off its tracks,
grizzly, quickly flashed across his mind.
He was relieved when mamma dear and her yearling
tip-doed into the sunlit clearing.
Sniffing the air for sudden death and berry patches.
Mamma dear shyly plucked a juicy granny smith from the basket
the yearling preferred a clementine..
The wind suddenly shifted-they bounded off into the thicket
with a silent thank you, lost upon the breeze.
The sun was a couple hours past its prime
when he realized she wasn't coming...,love is a patient beast...
So, he drank a half bottle of pink disappointment
gorged on the chunk of orange chocolate.
He gathered up the broken picnic for one.
He left the rest of the fruit and spray of roses
to the skinny doe and her yearling.
He grabbed back the ring
from the heart of the old birch tree.
He crashed down the mountain,
with a ham and cheese sandwich
jammed in his champagne mouth,
heading for the valley of explanation.
The next day she coldly told him
that she'd got tangled up in family matters.
but the truth was that his best friend
had secrete plans of his own..had sabotaged everything.
He told her about the surprise champagne picnic
and about the time her boyfriend had strayed,
over to the wrong side of the tracks
with a wild little elfin tramp.
The best friend held her tight, dried her tears
but after a six pack and some cheap weed.
They both had a big belly laugh
when he told her that the
"cheap teenie weenie grease monkey ring",
was probably forever lost
in the butt of that old birch tree.
Within a season she left both grease monkeys
and their teenie weenie rings-
She headed down the mountain for glitter town
married a man with a big sharp house
clean hands and a big city ring-
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It was late and raining hard as I pulled into a Convenient store, close to where I work. I was finishing my shift, and as I was pulling in the parking lot, I noticed an elderly man with a bag strung over his shoulder. As I got out of my vehicle, I noticed he bent over to pick something up. As I approached, I realized he had picked up a twenty dollar bill. He found it right by the entrance of the store. He walked in and told the clerk, "Here, please put this 20 dollars in the Veteran donation box" The clerk said thank you, and he walked out into the night, in the pouring rain. I was so impressed by this older gentleman. Such a kind act, he had shown. I thought to myself, there is still hope in humanity. Caring, giving people still exists. I noticed that he didnt buy anything when he went into the convenient store. My eyes were fixated on him as I was walking out and I noticed he did not get into a car but was walking on the main road getting soaked. I pulled over and I asked him if he was all right, and if he needed a lift. He looked at me and said, "Young man, I missed the bus, and I live twenty five miles away" I said, "Jump in" He said," I dont have any money, I cant pay you" I said, "Thats Ok" He said, "Are you Sure?" I said, "Yes Sir" We headed down the highway in the pouring rain. I introduced myself and he said his name was Art. I said, "Art, I saw what you did back at the store, and it was such a Kind Act" I noticed you didnt get anything at the store." To my surprise he said, " I didnt have any money." The wheels started turning in my head. I thought this man found twenty dollars, and gave it away, leaving himself penniless. He said, "Im a Veteran and there are Veterans that needed it more than I do." I asked him, "Art why were you going into the store?" He said," I missed the bus and I was going to wait there all night till the morning, to catch it, I have a bus pass." I asked him, Art have you eaten?" He said, "No" I turned around, and started back to the Convenient store. He said, "You dont have to do that." I said to him that it is the least I can do for a Veteran that puts his brothers first, before himself. He looked up at me and the tears, were rolling down his face. Art and I walked in and I bought him a black coffee and a sandwich. We got back in the car and Art told me his life story. I told him if he ever needed anything to call me. He thanked me again, and I said to him." God bless you Art." He looked at me and said,"He does"
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When Sid first met me he laughed
Sat in his seat of an old Ford 135
Tractor red rust and wet sticking mud
Swathed in a great green rain coat
A friendly laugh he said
“Bet you wish you hadn’t come here now”
My first day working on his farm
I stood in the rain waiting
I must have looked a pitiful sight
He eyed me, but not unkindly
Removed a minuscule hand rolled cigarette
From the corner of his mouth
Peered at it
Then to my surprise stuck it back between his lips and lit it
Sid’s face had been carved from an old tree root
Looked as if he'd been born that way
Brown gnarled lined with years
Below grey brows his eyes smiled
Bright and clear
A dismal wet and mud plied day
Sid taught me how to coax his tractor
Through ruts and puddles of sticking clay
Next day we progressed to bigger wheeled monsters
Finally just five days after
I stepped up to the great green yellow John Deere
“There you go she’s all yours, patted the wheel
“Check the oil every day, the water, you know where to get your diesel
I thanked him
“Don’t thank me lad just make sure I get it back in one piece”
We worked together in the season passing
For six years at each seasons beginning
Found me there waiting
Wasn’t much for talking old Sid
Wasn’t much for working either
Between innumerable smoke breaks
Tea breaks, sandwich breaks, break breaks
And other breaks
The job was done on time
“There’s always time he’d say, if we don’t finish tomorrow
We’ll finish another day
A Sid break
Sid must've fancied a chat
Munching sandwiches
He patted the soil next to him
Like some beloved old sheep dog
“I love the land he said, worked on it all my life
This must’ve been true
He knew every solution to any predicament
Any job in motion could throw at you
“These days, he continued
People want to squeeze as much out of her as they possibly can,
Shook his head, no respect for the land;
You gotta look after her, don’t and the ground just dies;
Aint no use chucking all them chemicals on it,
You can’t feed it like that,
chewed on the butt of his cigarette
They’re gonna drain her dry someday.”
I nodded, no comment was needed or wanted
But to my surprise from the corner of his eye
The wet trickle of a tear
That was Sid Grey, old man of the land
Earth in his blood
Soil in his hand
A whole University of knowledge went lost unnoticed
The day he passed away
He patted the soil next to him
“I love the land, worked on it all my life
and with a chuckle he smiled
An’ I’ll be buried in it someday”
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In his wealthy days, he looked down
on homeless people and disgusted by their
stench, he cried out, " Take a warm bath! "
He kept on walking fixing his black hat
tossed upward by a capricious, wild wind.
He dressed well and passerby admired him,
he turned many ladies heads with his stylish
Armani dark suit and Gucci dark sunglasses.
but older guys stared at him with much envy:
he was in his early sixties, but looked younger.
A hungry man sensing his greed shouted,
" Sir, do you have a dollar to buy me coffee? "
" Filthy bum, you are too lazy to get a job! "
He replied with much indignation in his voice.
" I was like you wearing the best suits money
could buy, then I lost my job on Wall Street!
I am forced to beg...where is human kindness? "
He spoke those words with great bitterness.
He wasn't moved by what he had heard
and muttered, " They are all the same,
freeloaders fooling idiots who give them
dollars and they in turn buy cigarettes
and alcohol; who is the clever one?
Months passed and the homeless guy
still begged, some gave him quarters
and dollars, others kept on walking;
he didn't see that stylish gentleman
who despised his condition and insulted
him with nasty looks and unkind words,
where had he gone? He had to ask somebody.
" I think I saw him today on Lexington Avenue."
A passerby shouted running to the subway.
The teen told him he lost all he had
when the Stock Market dropped to its
lowest in August, another Black Tuesday,*
then he pointed where he was laying,
" He's on next block in a cardboard box! "
The homeless man deeply wondered.
He got up, went to take a shower
and put on a suit somebody gave
to him along with black shades;
He looked very rich, everyone was
impressed by his attire, and best
of all, he smelled good: he was alive.
" Good morning, Sir, can I offer you
anything, coffee and a hot hero *? "
He asked him by hiding his identity.
" Yes, please...I haven't eaten in days! "
Nobody is showing mercy, they look
away if I were a sewer rat looking for
food on this sidewalk of cuisine smell."
" Wait, I will right back with your food!
He ran across the busy avenue and
returned with a bag full of sweet cakes
and a pastrami hero; the coffee steamed
in the chilly afternoon, it seemed a
Manhattan' street giving off puffs of stream
from under the sewers during Fall and winter.
" Thank you for your kindness, kind man! "
The once-rich-man said to the stranger,
he seemed sorry as if his greedy heart had
had found underserved generosity which
he himself had denied...remembering how
desperate that man was when he asked
for money to get coffee and stay warm.
* A Hero is a New York or New Jersey
Hero Sandwich
* Black Tuesday happened on October 29, 1929
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Your life is a sandwich with many layers
Your knife slaughtered me as you bewitch my mind with thought-slayers
Coming undone by this bleeding hate-love relationship
You tease me with insults that make me wanna cry, but I'll get a man's toughest grip
I'm a Titanium ship when I'm without you
I'm a merry-go-round when I place my foot in your shoe
Fantasy reality, mesmerizing my mind's eye altogether
I'm feeling better, thank you wholeheartedly...you're such radness, a mad mess
My heather feather...light with desire-leather
I'm dealing with matches of sadness and gladness
Gagging from the reviving grossness from your hateful heart to my own
Reliving the moments of Mayhem unknown
Spiteful sensations and sentiments turn me off...be tough!
Arrogant comments and demented laments...that's just rotten enough!
You pulled out the lettuce of my Liam Neeson awareness
I thought I-I was loved by my looks of miraculous eustress
P.O.ed by the lack of dignity you have exchanged to me...you're out of my reach
B.S.ed me several times with your charming speech I beseeched at the beach
Sunny moonshine you gorged yourself with
I didn't matter to you, for my everything isn't flattering completely...I failed successfully
Reality is contrary to your beliefs, a lying myth
I deny you not when you plan your way to see me at least two times a week; I'll wink to that childishly
I wish your auras don't turn against me time and time and time again
Refrained from riding you insane like a bike when it starts to begin
You shot me with your glares and you ripped me off by your nightmares
I cheated on life and death countless times with short-term, dark dares
Spending hours and hours, squandering our time as usual...
Thinking of what to write for this last part of the poem...hm, I'll think that through before I jot down my jiffy muse
Staring at an angelic Apple before me and I'm about to take my first bite to enhance my energy fuel...how cewl!!!
Then, I drop suddenly for a complicated reason that doesn't make sense, even in the season of Fall -
Just cruising through the good side of life,
but all you do is accuse me of abusing my leisure time -- such delighted news...
It's almost as disappointing and horrid as losing your favorite phone
And you are left on your own...hanging out with your imaginary buddy, Feeling Alone
Misunderstood and feeling not-so-good, even in my own spiraling notion-filled head
Constantly and rebelliously, begging God to evaporate the dread and give me all I want instead...craving the words left unsaid...blushing red
Not good in the hood in my ghetto neighborhood
Nourishing and nurturing food of it's-all-good
Fitting in
Growing thin
Sick, choking on freezing fevers and underachieved endeavors
Overrated me got underrated fast in a skipping stone second
X-out my passion that leads to abominable sin
Sacrificing pleasure by throwing my worries and temptations in the filthy bin
Serve me smiles, not your painstaking piles
I am your kitchen tiles
When I should be your sunny sky
You don't answer my "WHY??!!"
When will I get your attention? I died a little inside, fighting the bothersome, irking urge to baby cry
It irks me to see you go
In these shoes of sulk, you know? You should KNOWWww
I'm your odd and even numbers
It doesn't EVEN matter ODDly
Oh Gracious, Good God, your words of wisdom does last longer farther and doesn't expire like our fooldumb errors
You flatter me with your ways, pretty ugly I must say apologetically
Life is worth spending with you for eternity
Death is exploring in a forever negativity
Field of freedom is where I roam
Life's a freeway of choices - my choice is going home bittersweet home
Talk that talk
Walk that walk
I'm the bad boy gone good
And you're the good girl gone bad, left to be misunderstood
I can sympathize at the least
But, my brave zeal is beast
Now, let's feast to that...there will be dismay days like this and all that. . . . .
I, the friend-and-foe cat and you, the dirty little rat
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Damian DJ Dolly and Molly
Were awake aware actually
Absolutely wide eyed and
Energetic. They woke
Everyone 7 o'clock in the
Morning. Damian hollered
Orders "alright Hakim. When
You have Everything packed up
Start loading it into the Limos.
He Hustled everyone to the
Waiting limos.
"Come on HAKIM
move it!" DJ and Amadeus
Helped the younger kids.
While Desharah helped
With the youngest ones.
The mothers counted
And rechecked car seats.
Everybody checked and packed
And rechecked things they
Thought they'd packed. They
Packed the things they
Forgot. Damian said, "Ok,
Everybody, Good job. Good job
Give yourselves a round of
Applause. I like what I see, now
Go inside and relax or go to
The beach and play." "And one
Thing." The children stood
Listening to him. "We will be
Leaving tomorrow morning
Leaving.. the hotel 11:15 in
The morning we depart from
The airport by private jet at
1:30 afternoon. That's the
Gist of it." "Any questions?"
They all searched for one
Another. Nobody said a word."
Damian's booming voice echoed
"GO!" The children scattered
Most ran toward the beach
Some went back inside.
Later that night. The lion
Settled down Waiting for his
Prey. The children were watching
TV it was 8 pm. He wondered
Where could they be. They were
Now fully aware of his
Capabilities. He found them.
And stayed and talked to
Them about the days ahead.
He told them of his plan to buy
A few buildings and gift them
With one. He asked, "Do you
Think you're capable of handling
Everything on your plate. Don't
Forget the Sandwich shop, I
Still expect you to make
Periodic visits check out the
Cash draws the books. Mommy
Hakim will help you if you need
Her." "And one more thing. She
Will be opening a beauty shop
In your names. What do you
Know about that?" "A long while
Ago we did ask her for help
Opening our own beauty shop
But... but...we... didn't think....
She thought. ...seriously about it
And just decided not to go
Through with it." "Yeah," Molly
Added, "We dropped it."
"Dropped it." Dolly repeated.
Then both sisters exploded
With grateful kisses to his
Cheeks and lips. "Thank you
For not being upset with us."
"And thank you for the building."
Damian said, "Anger was my
Initial reaction but I'm not angry now.
I'd like to know if it's to much
On your plate?" The sisters
Were both thinking the same
X- rated exclusive exuberant
Exciting thoughts. Leave it to
Dolly to veer into the danger
Zone. But Molly pulled her
Back. Stepping on her foot.
Before she said what was on
Her mind. He watched Dolly
and laughed at Them. "Dolly said
yes Boo we can." "Molly said
yes Damian we can handle
anything you care to dish."
Damian gazed Into her and
rubbed her belly. "Yeaah, can you?"
She said, No, no I can handle
some things. Sometimes."
But he Said, "You are about
to be wet and your umbrella
is no protection." To late
for retraction not even correction.
He kissed Her lips and said,
"I'll see you
Tonight. Plan on it." He
Strolled slowly away into
The bedroom. The lion slept
In his den. He will surely have
His meal again. Molly hit the
Panic button. "Dolly help me!
Help me! I knew I should've kept
Quiet." But I was trying to help you!"
Dolly laughed, "Ha!! you sacrificed
Yourself for me. Now I have to
Come back and rescue you!"
From the lion's jaws. And we
Need a plan. What if he locks
Me out of the room?" Dolly
Felt helpless for her twin.
You might be lunch Molly girl.
You had to have your smart
fancy words."Damian doesn't
like sassiness. But I'm sassy all
the time. I think I was born
sassy!! Haa! "Don't worry sis
I'll sacrifice myself." An hour later
Molly and Dolly both grabbed
The two year olds and headed
For the beach. Damian Woke
From his nap and wanted to
Know where everybody roamed
Off to. He found Molly and Dolly
At the beach with all of the
Children. He counted the kids.
For his own peace of mind.
Then he turned his attention to
Molly. She approached him
First. "Did you have a good sleep?"
"Yeah, it was restful. Tonight
Mallory. Tonight." Damian groped
Her. leaving her flustered fondled
And fevorishly aroused. "Damian
You, I can't... I can't please I'm
Weak." He Comforted her saying,
"I'll be careful this time
I won't crush you." He promised.
"I'll be gentle but don't run,
don't fight me." "Harmless me."
"Alright?" He stroked her cheek.
That's all I'll be...and Mallory I aim
To please." She was elated about
Her situation at the end of
a very visually vivacious
Ventrous vacation. Time passed, traveling
Home day was upon the Hakim
Clan. Damian didn't manifest
His intentions. Now they'll be
Headed home together again.
She expected him to come for
her once they were Back. Molly knew.
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