COOKING UP OUR HISTORY
It’s surprising how food can change your whole life
Bringing people together like you and your wife
In your family gatherings there is food galore
You eat a whole plateful then go back for more
There’s all the ethnic food, that Mom would make
A delicious secret recipe for that poppy seed cake
The restaurants attract us with their specialty food
We go out for indulgence just to lift up our mood
We celebrate our birthday with all the sweet stuff
Our bellies are bulging, and we still can’t get enough
A three-course meal and then the desert
Where’s my antacid, I really need it to work
But it’s not only food that will create so much pleasure
It’s the company we keep and the stories we treasure
Tell me again about your whole family history
Where you grew up and your ancestor’s mystery
The stories can last well into the night
The details with passion till we hear it just right
The food and the stories will continue on forever
Cooking up our history is every family’s treasure
Categories:
antacid, celebration, culture, family, food,
Form: Rhyme
Stuck with gas, no antacid had Santa
as he flew Christmas Eve near Atlanta.
When Santa Claus farted,
the reindeer all darted.
And poor Santa cried out, "Oh, Mylanta!”
Categories:
antacid, humor,
Form: Limerick
If I could have just one desire
maybe multiples of sevens
I would swallow my pride
place it inside
Up Chuck spew out the spoonful of defoul
on a tablespoon
sprinkle it with honey no sugar
swallow the bitter filler of disdained
all those monarchies enrage hierarchies
Throw up spew out a spoon full of defoul
O, what's wrong wit me
In my part of this sinful heresy
repelling me I throw up my jealousies
all of this inside of me
Upchuck spew a spoonful of defile
swallowing like a spoonful of antacid
I would take more molasses
I spit on my shame
I throw up in vain
but it's not what goes in my mouth
but yet what comes out
Raw species upchucking
crawfishes filthy and hurt
rather eat dirt
but those things that come forth
from the mouth go out from the heart
come out of the heart
and these things defoul the man
Please! Don't don't say this all over again!!
Help us all LORD
1/6/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
St Matthews 15:18
Categories:
antacid, analogy, anxiety, appreciation, character,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
you did not
Cupid shoot
an arrow and
as if planned
hit the bull's
eye of my
heart
you didn't use
curare or any
poisonous
frog's blood
to drug or
make me
fall
in love
but now
my heart
burns with
an ache that
no remedy can
take you away or
ease relief
of acid
not a
flash
back
but like
anti acid
in an opposite
world where
Antacid Man
is a super
hero that
can
do
everything
i wouldn't
do such as
moving and
removing
twisting
and
turning that
which wasn't
shot in his
heart but
his foot
instead
puncturing
him to
mistakingly
not punctuate
"What's this thing
called
love?"
but
"What's this
thing called love?"
never knowing
what i know
in my
opposite
universe
Categories:
antacid, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Ellworth Ant thought marching was fun
With his good buddies, one by one
Tail next to nose
Never in rows
But some days the odor would stun
Ellworth Ant wished he could compete
to lead the assembled antfeet
Ellworth surmised
(Being trail-wise)
That, not viewing antass'd be sweet
Categories:
antacid, humor, insect,
Form: Limerick
New Years Eve celebration
Ever so grateful of redemption
With overindulgence of consumption
Year-end celebrating
Edibles I've been craving
Aha so much champagne drinking
Recoup from stomach bloating
Swaying, light-headed teetering
Eek nightcaps of antacid
Verily, not so lucid
Eau de mornings, feeling putrid
For Francine Roberts' contest, "New Years Eve,"
Categories:
antacid, happiness, holiday, hope, memory,
Form: Acrostic
There once was a story quietly told
A memoir was embrassingly bold
A lady took antacid
For she was very lucid
As antigas formula own tale rolled
Lucid means here easily understood
Sponsor: Destroyer~Poet
Contest:pooping contest
Categories:
antacid, funny,
Form: Limerick
The tank's getting low
The needle's on 'E'
And I already owe
A gold mine to BP.
So I look at the prices
Anything under four bucks?
I'll be eating beans and rices
Because this gas guzzler sucks...
...My account dry and flaccid.
On the verge of poverty.
I'll need an antacid
'Cuz this gas is killing me.
I used to fill my tank with a fist full of ones
But now I have a choice between crying or writing puns.
Categories:
antacid, angst, funny
Form: Sonnet
PEPTO BISMOL said to her friend, "MLANTA's coming over, what should I serve?"
Her friend replied, "Perhaps your ANTACID would like a PRILOZEC salad, if she has ZANTAC
of her TUMS. If she's not hungry, you could take her to the MAAL OXspecially since you
need to get some new ROLAIDS for your car"
"Yes, but the GAS-X so costly! I don't know if I have enough PEPSID in my car to get there.
It LACTAID the last time I went to the store to get MILK OF MAGNESIA for PHILLIPS. And
what if the lunch GAVISON upset stomuch?"
"Well, you could TAGAMENT along for her, especially if she's BEANO...full of ALKA SELTZER!"
"That sounds crazy!" said PEPTO BISMOL.
"Well, IMMODIUM giving you some suggestions!"
Categories:
antacid, funny, health, imagination
Form: Narrative
First Trimester
It always begins
like indigestion,
slowly at first,
then full bore.
Either way,
I need relief.
But no antacid
can abort a poem
so I have to stop
and take dictation.
I’m no Matthew, Mark
Luke or John.
They wrote the Gospels
by Divine Inspiration.
I’m on my own. And so
when words cascade
I grab my quill.
I have no choice.
I have to stop
and take dictation.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
antacid, on writing and words
Form: Free verse