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Canadian Bacon

Canadian bacon
In stores for the takin
Brought home for the makin
Canadian bacon

Real eggs on the side
Over easy on me
Canadian bacon
Sweet harmony

Canadian Bacon
More meat to the round
Canadian Bacon
More love to the pound

                            Copyright © Mike Martin 2015

Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015

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Magic Beans

I am the magic bean,
Pretty seed among the grains.
I am the matriarch of beauty;
Check at my mascara if I lied.

 In my  house I keep a pool,
Wherein I bath everyday;
In sun or rain check me out,
Shinning I am like a diamond.

I have come to build you life
And repair all  the ailing parts.
I am the miraculous matron;
Life I give to all abundantly.

Fear not oh you the indigent.
I have made me so affordable
And prepare for you vicariously
To be ground or fried for growth.

Your children I shall nurture
From cradle to manhood.
Fear not to deliver multiple twins,
You give me oil, I shall fix the rest.

Jan 4th,2015.

Copyright © KAYOD5 Kayode | Year Posted 2015

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Temptation in Black and White aka The Oreo

          (a poem a deux)

        The Oreo is there.
        Out of sight, it calls to me.

Oreo: Love! Come to me. Pleasure awaits.
Me: No. Will power! I will not succumb.
Oreo: Think of chocolate...tongue-lingering, senses-reeling, so appealing...
Me: I am stronger than chocolate.
Oreo: Beneath the surface lies cream. Pure, unadulterated cream.
Me: I have a new book to read.
Oreo: Love, be reasonable. You know you want me.
Me: I don't.
Oreo: You do.
Me: Don't.
Oreo: Do.
Me: Don't.
Oreo: Do.
Me: Don't, don't, don't!
Oreo: (seductively) Milk.
Me: (groan)
Oreo: I adore bathing in milk. It makes me so soft, so vulnerable, so wet.
Me: No! Not there. Don't touch me there!
Oreo: A veritable orgy of ecstasy in your mouth.
Me: O stop! Don't! Stop. Don't---stop---don't---stop---don't stop.
Oreo: My love!
Me: Wait for me, I'm coming. O God, I'm coming!

Copyright © Mary Oliver Rotman | Year Posted 2015

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Oversized sweaters
Perfect for this weather
Leaves falling from trees
Hair waving in the breeze
Cheering at football games
Bonfires with there dancing flames
Stepping on the frozen, cold, hard ground
The wind is the only sound
Stepping inside after being in the cold
Eating fall’s harvest can never get old
So much rain
It's just hard to explain
My love for fall

Copyright © madeline peck | Year Posted 2012

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Poetry Garden

No. I’m not a rock; and I’m not an island.
I am about 8 feet wide and 20 feet long.
I get plenty of sun light, and I drain well, when it rains.
I have been lying dormant since last summer’s harvest of tomatoes.
That was the first year that my owners grew nothing but tomatoes.
Yes. I am dirt and soil; I am a natural food machine; I am a garden.

My soil has been enriched with all kinds of good nutritious compose.
Over the years my owners have planted many different vegetables;
but due to water shortages over the last four years, they have curtailed
their crops.  For example, I have produced corn, white potatoes, squash, mustard greens, and tomatoes.  However, this year, they decided to raise tomatoes, onions, and peas.  

I tend to always do well with tomatoes, and this year I should 
produce a bumper crop of tomatoes because of the winter rain
in Northern California.  I will try my best with the peas, but I
make no promises.

There is a young and thriving peach tree whose roots have been growing deep into my soil for the past four years.  The first year of production yielded nice peaches of average size.  The second year brought my owner peaches about the size of golf balls.  Please, do not blame me, because the soil in me was well nourished, except for water.  From the garden, eat fresh my friend.
04302016 PS Contest, Poetry

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016

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I woke up this morning
Went to the kitchen
Looking for some-thing
To eat....
For this morning
I was on a mission
I went in-to the Cabinet
To open my favorite box
It was closed and It was sealed
I shook it, yet
I could not hear...
Surely they were gone'
And so was my last beer'
Fore there in the box
Their wasn't a sound
So, I placed it on the table
Then I sat down,
Only something was strange
I couldn't figure it out
So, I clinched my mouth
And dumped the whole
Thing out....
I was looking for some-thing
That sweet taste for my mouth
But, that nice crispy cereal
Was gone...
         With-out a doubt...
I ran to the bed room
And looked on the floor
Their was an empty bowl
The milk was still cold
So, I was perplexed
Didn't know what to say next
My EX was sleep
On her mouth I could smell CHEXS
But, what could I do
Cause I wouldn't go near her
Was this a thought
Or could it be real
It was so...
That was my best meal
My ex-GirL fRiend
Has just killed my last
Box of CHEKS
What will she do next
Heavens' why me
She is a Cereal Killer
Can't you see?


Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2011

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One Enduring Stove

One Enduring Stove
A tribute to a major appliance

I am tough, hard working, good looking, and blend well with my neighbors.
I come in various colors with different compartments and choices in sizes
I am not perfect, because like everything else, I’m not made to last forever.          But just think about it; When have you seen me broken down and useless?

I will be there when you need me, serve you for years, and keep you fed.
I can be low tech or high tech; but I make you proud and happy regardless.
I am versatile, enabling you to utilize gas or electric; even wood if you prefer.

I have three good neighbors, one of whom washes after meals and one who refrigerates.  My other good neighbor is a friendly freezer who’s able to store food for a very long time.  I don't mean to brag, but if I may say so myself, I really think that I am the most important of the four of us.

Let’s face it.  When we are talking about gathering for the family meal, it’s me you think about.  O, you can smoke a turkey without me; but if I were you, I would not do thanksgiving without me.  I can bake, barbecue, boil, broil, fry, or even steam; I can also deliver it rare, medium, or well done.

I know that one can eat fruits, nuts, and  some healthy vegetables right out of their back yard garden; and there are many fresh things one may choose to eat without  heating or cooking.  However, if you really want to sit down as a family and enjoy a great and memorable meal, you really need me.

I know that I am primarily thought of as a cooking appliance, but that’s not all I’m good for.  In the winter, while I’m cooking your tasty meals, I’m also assisting in keeping your home nice and warm.
09102015 PS Contest, Any Poem Written On Your Birthday, Laura Loo, 4P

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

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The apple 
See a star
My heart
That is 

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006

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I need love

What I need most in my life is love. 'cos I am malnourished of affection. My heart is 
starving of nourishment for  tender loving care. I yearn for genuine unconditional 
love. A love that will be loving most of the time. A love that will be understanding 
majority of the time. A love that will give abundant of love frequently. I need love 
because it is food for the heart and head and without it, I will starve;hence, dead.

Copyright © Sophia Smith | Year Posted 2011

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that was then and this is 2010: (part 2) Soul Food

we're now in the midst of the Holy season known as Lent
forty days and nights of sacrifice as a way to repent
a time for us to try and get a little closer to God
a time to fast, to give up something we hold dear to our hearts

we're in the age of technology with Facebook, Twitter and texting
the way people now communicate has become somewhat vexing
always with the I-Pods, I-Pads, cel phones and e-mail
time to talk to eveyone but God who only requires knee-mail

when Jesus encountered the Tempter after His time of fasting
He had a wilderness experience that would be forever lasting
hungry and tired from all those challenges He had to face
now waiting on the word of God to fall perfectly in place
the Tempter said "if You're the Son of Man make bread out of these stones"
Jesus replied " that man does live by bread alone
but by every word that proceeds out of the mouth of God"
the spiritual Soul Food that will forever nourish our hearts
the Daily Bread that overflows into our spiritual cups
the Word of God, the Soul Food that will forever lift us up
as that was then and this is 2010
it's time to come out of the wilderness my friend

we all have moments of frustration, heartache and pain
we need to come out of the wilderness and by God be made whole again
to face down the devil and the temptation He'll put in your way
now resistant to sin and no longer by the Enemy to be swayed
to partake of God's Soul Food which will guide us to all truths
to trust in God and do whatever His word asks of you
to call on God and know that He will always have your back
now full of His Soul Food and on the right spiritual track
knowing that it's now all under God's control
now fed and nourished by His Spiritual Food for your soul

Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2010

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Funny How Thins Go


I know that I am
Not a Turkey
I have said this
Once before
Hope to make it
Threw Christmas
And not just end up
At the foot of some-ones'
I know that there is truth
      And of this...
I wil not be forsaken
    But, above all else
I hope not to be mistaken


Something real Turkey might say....
There is a little Turkey in all of us.....

Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2011

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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.

Copyright © Frances Angela Torrelavega | Year Posted 2007

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Faithful Mate

She is content to sit and wait
With confidence her faithful mate
Will come with food he carries.

She has no doubt he will be there
Bringing the tasty robin fare.
She's glad he never tarries.

No roadside bar tempts him to stop
Of beer or ale he takes no drop.
He's always in a hurry.

She sits upon the eggs of blue,
The loving job she has to do,
And waits without a worry.

No temptress will delay his flight,
He has but one goal day and night,
The welfare of his lady.

He will not waver on his way
To where the eggs for new brood lay,
In Camelia branches shady.

Some day real soon there will be more
A lovely group of three or four,
Each one awaiting serving.

His lovely bride will join him then
And help to bring the fresh food in,
From duty never swerving.

11/14/09  won 6th place

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2009

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I look at you
My eyes waltz back and forth
Colours appeal to my poetic vein
I look at you
My taste buds want to dance to your tune
You look scrumptious
Fill-me Oh Oh Delicious!	
Fill-me Oh Oh Delicious!
That’s my acronym for you

My hands and mouth await an exciting voyage
To appreciate the good work you do
After a good work is done in you
As you always willing my hunger to appease
Not only do I appreciate your delicious side
I also embrace the nutritious side

I really enjoy our conversations
You have a way of bringing out hidden lovely expressions
I look at you
I smile at you and me
A smile so contagious I know it goes beyond any border
Reaching to everyone across the globe
In any gathering you warm the hearts
You bring life, songs in a spirit of oneness
People stand in one accord to bring you to a great state of great taste
Others love you too much and end up beating the daylights out of others!
You are not wrong though, it’s just a human being thing!

Taken on a trip with a beverage
You excel much		
You sell a great deal anywhere in the world
Your absence brings despair, desperation and an uninteresting monotonous world

You are a good friend; you make me make my loved ones smile and send thank you notes throughout the day everyday
That’s a beautiful sound my ears enjoy	
How can I not write about you?
Well, there is so much I can write but hey you are calling me!

Copyright © TUELO.M HERBERT | Year Posted 2017

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Feline vixen

And so now you think I’ll eat that food
Out of the box so tasteless and crude
I’m much better than that
I’m not any ordinary cat
I'd like to see you eat that 
Same old stuff day after day 
I won't even give it away 
My taste buds are far to divine
How about some scallops and wine 
No I shall not cooperate  
Do I have to translate?
So meow I will, boy these humans 
I’ve had my fill 
We cats should run the world 
And we’ll send you humans the bill 

Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2008