Black Mud, Grey Ash
The water struck
and wiped a village
from the earth
A dreamland of golden wheat
gone in a single thunder
Trees stand empty
forgetting the lovers
under their shade
Silence waltzes
through the lanes
with destruction’s tune
Bangles
schoolbags
a lone flute
now ash
on the wind
And photos
hold our lives
breathing
in black mud
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Baritones Sweet Tooth Get's him in trouble
with his Mezzo Soprano Lady Friend
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He flirts with the Alto not knowing she is freind to the Soprano
who is angry due to his cheating.
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24 strawberries
melted white chocolate
melted dark chocolate
pistachios crumbs
golden oreo crumbs
whipped cream fused with
coconut rum
don't omit the mascarpone
roll sugar cookie dough into 7 inch long by
2 inch wide oval end shaped cookies
bake until golden and cool.
wash and clean
dress strawberries
dip in either chocolate the tops
coat with either nut or cookie crumbs
skewer 6 alternating between white and dark chocolate
set atop oval shaped cookie
decorate with whipped cream
sprinkle coca attop
serve with coffoe
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You can pack my bags and push me away,
but you can’t steal my yesterday.
You can block me out, shut every door,
yet love still lingers I’ve felt it before.
All the good times still remain,
even when wrapped inside the pain.
You can pack my bags and push me away,
but I’ve found the strength to walk my own way.
I played the fool, but now I see:
all I needed was you to set me free.
It’s night time I hear white windy breeze
Making a song with pines blowing trees
Likewise I hear a siren far away
First responders on the move to save
Life of someone in critical need
Listen to there cries and heart beat
Or maybe a baby is being birthed
Good and bad days for them at work
Strange enough the cicadas are quiet
I guess it’s too cold even crickets are silent
Not hearing music or many cars at all
My muse is fast asleep as soon I shall fall
Carry my bags sandman if you can
From under brown eyes in tan hands
Fighting the urge to write until five
When morning birds will sing of light
By Poet "Great memories are the best kind to have but some memories bring a waterfall of tears."
all little girls like to play dress up
mom had great hats, bags and pearls
her pretty white pearl necklace was long
around my neck
hitting my knees
her floppy hats were very colorful
the big red one almost covered my face
bringing out my pink rose blush tiny cheeks
I loved her big colorful bags
some with straps some with metal chains
playing for hours made me all grown up
at the time I did not know value
of this costume pretty white pearl necklace
a few dollars when new
years later I found them
new she only paid a few dollars
now all these years later I found them
where she left them sitting in an old box
the precious jewels I played with for hours
now with meaning more than if they were real pearls
Why do we see so many plastic bags blowing around and about?
A million such bags are made each minute, today I found out.
We use them to carry books, gardening tools, whistles and plastic stars.
Most of us use them daily, and they blow out the windows of our cars.
Frayed border prints paste illusion,
worn-out inks swirling bleeds,
The hauls, stareways, persuasion,
privileged balconies.
Antiquities of read reviews,
claims of a rustic quill,
to scribbled marks a light verse muse,
and forever bestill.
I hear the silence of the slams,
satirical critics,
synthetic irony exams,
stardoms paralytics.
It dominates its point to rise,
where life did emanate,
afeared facade recital trice,
timeless collaborate.
A reenactment of Bo Peep,
tough be a ruminant.
My first part, blossom -- was a sheep,
I was magnificent.
woven polypropylene bags continue to serve as an integral part of the global supply chain, ensuring the safe and efficient transportation and storage of goods in diverse industries.
Plastic bags
hold plastic dreams:
Water bottles filled with filtered
hope seething chloride stained
brains left thought
-less attracted towards rancid
smile at the magic hat
trick of the eye
candy dispenser tossed on the ground
‘s keeper cleaned up from last nights
parade with clown
faces that look away when strangers
dance together in the rain
falling trash chokes the air
from a buttercup
fragments used to tie up
Bags full
Ready to meet
The garbage truck.
Expensive bags, crafted with care
Leather smooth, a designer's flair
Gold hardware, a statement piece
For the elite, a luxury release
Mid-range bags, a balance found
Stylish yet practical, on solid ground
Functional pockets, room to store
For the busy, a daily chore
Inexpensive bags, simple and true
No frills, just what you need to do
Durable and reliable, a daily friend
For the budget-minded, a practical blend
Cheap plastic bags, a few pennies a piece
Holding your shopping, so thin and light
Drifting on the wind, what a sight
Filled with garbage, what a blight
Paper bags, made from trees
A natural choice, if you please
Biodegradable, a better fate
But not designed to hold much weight
Pockets too, can also be bags
Unless you need to carry eggs
They are no threat to the environment
But much too small except baggy pants
All bags, I guess, are pretty cool
From the most expensive to the least
Have pros and cons, like any human tool
They carry our stuff, with comfort and ease.
Don't talk about Chloe's Paradise:
All about surplus bags of rice
Commoners hate their present price
And now don't near without advice.
Tell me of other paradise:
Chloe had reached his through some thrown dice;
A means you and I could devise:
Chloe's source of wealth 'A Twin Of Vice'.
Envy I not Chloe's paradise:
Why would one heads soon to host lice?
Prophesy I cruel strikes by mice
Of Chloe's Rice they adore like plaice.
Bags of rice never paradise
Or I'll include Bread Cake a big slice.
Thought you were leaving
But you’re hanging around
I just want you to go
Don’t want you to know
All the things that I found
Thought you weren’t happy
And you want to be free
And now I’ve outgrown
All your jealousy
Stop hanging around
I don’t want you near me
Cos now I’m happy alone
So gather your bags
And all your rag tags
And leave my home
Your friends must be happy
That they let you stay
Now my life is so cool
Got rid of that fool
Stopped hanging around
David Cox 02/01/2023
In travel, you may check your bags
But sometimes it is wise
To choose a carry-on instead
When taking to the skies.
I much prefer to keep my bags
So there is no surprise
When I deplane, for missing luggage
Tends to traumatize.
Of course, I always have with me
Some bags I do despise,
Which some of you have guessed, I’m sure –
The bags beneath my eyes!
From paper bags to plastic bags
From manual cars to automatic cars
From telephones to handphones
But in the political world
The world stays stagnant
For just a split second
The youngsters who are the future hosts
Never take concern
And emerge to take over any responsibilities
We see oldies who are leaving sooner or later
Taking concern of everything
The youngsters still got many years to go
Sure they aren't willing to face
A future world of chaos and poverty
When I was born
I came equipped
With two million seeds
Not warm enough
Nor moist enough
Or too many weeds
The sun not out
The soil not rich
Or nothing that one needs
I base my stance
On abortion rights
On the reality of seeds
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