Gluttonous screen helpings of
‘A long time ago in a galaxy far far away..’
Lime boombox with Madonna singing,
‘Only when I’m dancin’ can I feel this free.’
Bread and butter of a pig tail soul;
My base bricks, these memories built me;
Grew up drawn to creativity,
carved my yearbook space unequivocally;
Walked with sweet n’ sour hooligans
who chose to live life differently;
Relentless teen of the DMV,
I learned the ropes on the trains of the city;
A poet with a head full of dreams,
and some of them I have made come true;
Ever changing but my roots are strong,
adaptable but loyal I forever stay;
Illuminating that smile I wore as a kid
are all the core memories that built me.
They were stopping everyone;
made us answer their questionnaires.
We were told that there were
no right or wrong answers,
but weeks later - a letter.
Apparently the socially correct
had a beef with me.
A ham sandwich had recently been indicted
and jailed.
One of the questions I replied to
smelled slightly off,
seditious salami flavored sins
had been detected.
A tuna casserole had declared independence
from rainy Wednesdays.
Now the fridge is being audited,
there's something fishy in the air,
and the cops are hiding in my rose bushes
taking recipe notes.
I have complained to Yelp.
You are the bread and butter of my life.
You are the rainbow from yesterday's storm,
As lovely as that rainbow was in the sky,
It was your beauty that spoke your love,
While I wondered at your eyes.
You are the bread and butter of my life.
Your sweet humming brings up my moods,
You know I worry about my job and my boss.
It is you who keep on smiling,
Though you hurt inside for our loss.
You are the bread and butter of my life
We lost my job to the Corona,
Yet you created meals for the children,
You didn't eat all of your plate, as for me,
I stayed strong listening to your wisdom.
You are the bread and butter of my life.
You are the warm butter that flows
Over home made bread for your family,
You are the strength, the gold I love,
You stir me wildly and romantically.
You are the bread and butter of my life.
More bread and butter please —
man has needs that can be satisfied.
As he rumbles down the aisles,
he handles his affairs with pride.
Shopping’s his specialty —
A sizzling offering to his bride
7/25/2020
Modern Sijo
45 syllables
An engineer designed ingenious boat
Bread and butter he constructed with
Believing it the best for long journeys
Both food store and water-car it was
Passengers clambered and fought hard
As seats were very few and time limited
It was amazing to use bread- butter boat
The unborn, young, old craved to use it
Yet all who rode it went not for journey
It was a feast journey of merry making
The sides, bottom and engines were eaten
Holes developed wide and the boat sank
Passengers could not learn from the tragedy
Those who swam to safety still fought back
MY BREAD AND BUTTER
writing with butter
he thinks i’m crazy…i am
poet without pen
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Senryu form
G-ood morning sun rises,
E-nding the night of bad weather;
N-ew day twenty-two breaks,
E-arly dawn in December.
L-et me just rise or wake
Y-ou up right from your bed;
N-ighttime is already over, find out the butter and bread.
P-ray to the Lord Almighty,
R-equest for fine future;
E-ver merciful as He is,
S-weet success is for sure.
N-ever waver nor hesitate
I-n calling the name of the Father;
L-ose not each opportunity,
L-ord God is the bread
A-nd butter.
Black clouds grow ominously in the distance
The sun dances on the happy blue sky with smiles
Rain drowns plants that have fallen in disfavor
Colors of flowers are kissed by angels on the wing
Monsters devour them in evening with black teeth
Children sing. Farmers plant vegetation, are at one with nature
Clouds still gather at the fringes sinister and mean
Friendly birds build spring like nests to comfort eggs
Old age is no place to be when cold sets in to blind
The sun can only burn so much so brightly
Enough though to see that bread still needs buttering
We have no jelly
We have no jam
The children mutter
What shall we now eat?
White bread and butter
We have no syrup
We have no honey
The children utter
What shall we now eat?
White bread and butter
We have no cream cheese
We have no cheese spread
The children find no peanut butter
What shall we now eat?
White bread and butter
We have no lunch meat
We have no avocados
The children stutter
What shall we now eat?
White bread and butter
We have no white bread?
We have no white bread!
The children blubber
What shall we now eat?
Another stick of butter.
in our home
we're not alone
tho dad stay stone
he alway phone
he is the house back bone
tho he sutter
he is our
BREAD AND BUTTER
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