(since tater is more commonly used, I changed spelling of tator to tater)
Only Serves Potatoes
Tater
Waiter
For Hash Browns
Tater
Grater
Not Now Please
Later,
Tator
Great Food Service
Caters
Taters
Shaped like a Russet
Tater
Crater
Procrastinator Tator
Tater
Later
Guarded with Ferocity
Gator’s
Taters
Cream of the Crop
Greater
Tater
Potato Athlete
Tater
Skater
A Fun Job
Tater
Rater
Off with His Head
Tater
Traitor
That’s Just not Right!
Tater
Hater
A Newspaper
Once upon a time, the Guardian was a famous newspaper
it was democratic, to a certain extent, and readers are
invited to give their view, but with moderation and niceness
If not, they would politely ban the regressor
When the paper was famous, it was a bit left-wing, but always ready to see the other point of view
It was pro-Israel, defending Palestinian artists' rights
while overlooking as long as possible, the utter brutality
of Israeli politics against, say, Palestinians
The fact that the Guardian has been able to change is its
ability to alter its stands, yet holding to their journalistic
who are not left-wing, except for some of them who
Thanks to nature and time, they have wings.
Today, the Guardian is no longer a newspaper; it is more
like a color magazine dedicated to true sex stories shies
not away from lesbianism and what we now call gayness
It caters to a younger middle class, employed in, I think
show business, or the media, with titles like TV analyst
Or a researcher of AI, who will one day make all of them
out of work
When I get up in the morning, I drink a cup of coffee and
For entertainment, read the Guardian
Who benefits from my belief?
Because the last I checked it wasn't me
I mean I am a black girl
Living In a racist misogynistic world
Because why would I worship a god who allowed my people to suffer
Yet caters to the needs of our oppressors
Allows them to call us s
Why would I believe
Why would I worship
Why would I pray
To a god who ignored my ancestors
Please go ahead
Make me understand
How your god created this world
But allows racism
So tell me how religion benefits a black person
Because to me and many others
It seems like a weapon
To keep us broken
In a world that sees us as subhuman
As 'god' watches us suffer
Whilst having the power
To fix this problem
So I ask again
Who benefits from my belief
The only correct answer
Is those who don't look like me
So why would I subscribe
To a religion
To a god
Who clearly hates me
Watch, Trump’s on hunt on Gaza front--
Battlefront turns to waterfront,
For the land all of rocks
Let me think out of box…
In place filled with craters
Ah casino caters,
Like Panama, Greenland,
Mexico, our northland,
Think, ideas I have abundant.
___________________
Happenings |17.02.2025| USA, Political, humour
Note: Trump may be a president, but he also is a realtor.
My closet, since you ask, is a cramped space,
Chosen and cherished fashionable base,
Essential part of my enchanted place,
With charm and chic to complement my face.
Shows off all hues of my life if I may -
From baby pink to darkest shades of grey,
Reflecting the intended role I play,
Engaging gaily in Societe.
Levi’s slim fit - my favourite by far,
Red miniskirt to storm a local bar,
Sleek diva dress as karaoke star,
Extra large sweatpants, running chores by car.
Stylish business suit for formal dinner,
A little black dress, my boss’ head spinner,
Bikini thongs as hot summer sinner,
Levi’s slim fit still my all time winner!
My closet caters to the latest trend,
Adjusting to occasions I attend.
I love all walks of vogue but in the end,
Levi’s slim fit - my easygoing friend!
Wide range of footwear I wouldn’t omit,
But shoe department in one poem won’t fit.
(The arsenal of bags, a dazzling hit,
So is the lingerie, I must admit).
But if a pair of shoes I ought to pick,
Without moment’s hesitation real quick -
I would grab cowgirl boots, sexy and slick,
Vibing with my Levi’s through thin and thick!
She swam so beautifully captivating
the sky mesmerizing the rivers
edge she panders about with such
grace owning her own dreams she
caters to fulfillment honored by
her beauty moving with strength
confidence as on lookers watch her
sun bathe in her blackness adorned
by flaws made her even more
brilliant this wondrous creature
before us raved in the glory of
self assurance a masterpiece of
essence created by God as she swam
over the gleaming pond bowing her
head beneath cool waters shaking off her
tail feathers the mere wonder revealed
My heartbeats saunter from one place to another
Not caring if they leave behind
A messy canvas, not even worthy
Of being called a child's drawing
My heartbeats care not of the image they leave
They care solely for the words
That they imprint upon the soul of Earth
As a memento of the time I spent upon it
Being either in love with existence
Or with one of its children
In whom I saw a reflection of my muse!
But the nighttime, laden with magic
Create music, so elevating
That stars dance,
To clear the fog from my gaze
And to bid upon my perception
Clarity of thoughts and soulful insights!
My heartbeats belong to the God who
Holds my heart as carefully as He can
In between the palms of His hands
My heartbeats create swells in my human body
As my God caters for my heart, fills it with flowers
And waters it with His love!
Stars of clarity remind me of this love
Each time I glance up at them
And wistfully smile at the beauty of my
Difference and my resilience to remain
Faithful to my God!
Its rich and charismatic smell
Entranced ancestors by its spell.
Caters to all tastes, young and old,
Strikes hot against the common cold.
Its secret lies deep yet well known -
Plucked essence boiled to the bone.
Favourite flavours that go in
Depend on cultural cuisine.
In winter, spring, summer or fall -
One Chicken Soup for every soul!
Fact, not folklore, no need to probe,
Taken as truth around the globe.
CS, like PS poem, indeed,
Heals bodies and cures souls in need!
August 25, 2023
BETWEEN FIRST LOVE & TRUE LOVE
They said FIRST LOVE never dies in real life
but TRUE LOVE will undoubtedly bury it alive.
Heart is thorn between Devil & the Deep Bluesea,
Cast out into reality from her world of fancy;
Broods in seclusion without the invitation of brain,
yet maintain status quo & sentiments she'll abstain.
Heart is the stage, platform for lovers & haters;
First love & True love are the debaters.
The later & former inquire about their deal breakers.
First love or True love, which is better & caters?
What is true can either come first or last,
cos true love blosom more than the blast of the past
despite being the initial, genesis, or first,
true love everlastingly quenches the past thirst.
First love will probably disflower you
and yet still end-up making you feel blue.
But true love will always stay real & true,
despite all the turbulence around you,
y'all will still definitely come through.
First love will never die, and that's true,
but True love will bury it alive regardless of who.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?August 2023.
The organization makes a package
With questions and answers forms
And videos to be used at
Engament parties.
My cousin Madder told me
He and one of the actors
In involved with one movie
Said some sciences looked
Like thong commercials
While others were borderlines
Religious. He favored the ones
That were sports related.
It is said to be done to involve
Audience to the wedding
The flock of the religion
Respect to both families
Don't let your audience become
a crowd.
Inclusion and how much involment
Both parties will allow
Drama vixens and Comforting Dudes
And Soothy Rubrite are not invited and why.
Why it is important to involve certain people
And why exclusion of some should be considered
The package contains documents
For receipts and invoices.
Ledgers for
Caters
Dee Jays
Clothing rentals and
Purchase
Gas allotments
Video
Scripts
Cheers
Prayers
Offerings of congratulations
Best ways to gift
Explainstion of exclusion
And
Inclusion
Using respectful words
And phrases
The movie is so good
You can watch it like
A regular movie
Gorgeous blues and greens of mermaid cove
Bubbling up in round miniature moons
Orange lady is looking for her lost cape
It is on the top of the water the blue gills call
She is enjoying the depth of the sea
In so many ways gorgeous like the cosmos
There are coral reefs, but they bother her not
The entire ocean caters to her whims and wishes
She will find her cape eventually
For now, being here admiring the beauty of the sea is enough
Copy cats,
I never liked them,
They stalk like they don't care,
But they do.
They seem glad for your success,
But they are just envied.
They congratulate and hug you,
But they just stab you in the back.
But what they don't know,
Is that you will always be a step ahead,
And they will wander behind.
Just know you are winning,
When you are being copied.. :)
She’s a lyrical dame with a sexy refrain
Creeping cat-like out of the dark,
Crossing the high bridge, the wind at her back,
On the hunt like a hammerhead shark.
She caters fetishes, routine and ritual,
Plus a few that are rather unique.
She’ll treat your fever with high-grade medicinals
On the banks of the fabled French Creek.
She performs all the obvious favors
That involve the way a vixen behaves.
And when you crave a particular flavor
She consents like a rented-out slave.
She’s a practical dame with a sorry refrain
Slinking sideways into your bed.
Making hard things simple as summer rain
While clearing the space in your head.
And should you consider the hand she’d been dealt
When her pimp turned her out on the strip,
Consenting transactions are all well and good,
But you might also leave her a tip.
In times of Spite
In times of spite
we should act as one
Giving people in need
Our due as charm
Friends or not
Why would you care
For people in need
Live in euqal despair
Chances might life
Caters to ones steps
Get ready to help
Or be a pity yourselves
We must find the right person to commit.
The one who refuses to submit-
To a truth that caters to the hopeless.
So that this person will choose to instead confess.
To a harmless little sin.
That caused confusion within.
That caused discomfort without.
So we give you sleep and doubt.
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