The Christmas forecast for this year
will be eighty degrees and skies clear
No cold, no snow, no frost at all
a green Christmas could be dull
Get out the grill and grill some meat
Ice cold drinks to cool from the heat
Wearing shorts and tees and no shoes
no to turkey chow down on picnic foods
Spend the day out in the yard
play baseball as neighbor washes his car
The sun is bright and warms the day
sitting under the awning for the shade
Ice cream floats and ice cream cake
as fun to eat as fun to make
Presents exchanged by the pool
a green Christmas rather cool.
THE LYNX
That black cat, I spy - he licks the puppet all over.
The fox’s red fur feels not the imposition nor
the puppetmaster’s paw, but the red fox,
my prey, feels the crunch of its bones, insanity bleeds,
after the toilsome run from my teeth.
My teeth chatter, cold and cruel, terribly hungry
to rip up a carcass, to chow down
a soul. I eat the meat raw.
Its blood is my foundation -
I powder my nose. The cries of my prey
with stuffing and gravy. Yes, let’s do
Thanksgiving. Like me, the black cat
defiles a fox. We are both satisfied.
I may be unpopular in this thought
But I’ve considered this more than I ought
And the conclusion has presented itself
It comes from my extra ordinary culinary wealth
So I’ve put an exclamation mark at the end it all
I don’t like Mexican food, I’ve said it and I will take my fall!
The meat looks like brown paste
With no taste at all oh what a waste
And guacamole so slimy in the throat
As it leaves a greenish covering coat
Most things are wrapped in a corn tortilla
That is classed as finger food implement freer
So you have Chilaquiles, Pozole and Tacos al pastor,
Tostadas, Chiles en nogada, Elote, Enchiladas, Mole and Tamales more
All hard to pronounce for an Australian now
For those that like them it’s all up to you
Chow down is what you can do
But don’t wait for me I don’t like it too.
© Paul Warren Poetry
my Thanksgiving comes with a sigh
I’m a steak and hamburger guy
roasted turkey is not
the kind of meal I want
I'll chow down on the pumpkin pie!
This year again, we make weight
loss lies.
Loud resolutions to lose our
charming thunder-thighs!
Expensive Pilates equipment to
we buy!
Why, as we chow down hundreds
of sugar-laden pies?
January 2, 2020
9:11 AM PST
Many vegetarians think
Brutish carnivores need a shrink
But pigs and cows show
That just is not so
Herbivores can't smell their own stink!
Some neighbors scatter birdseed
In the driveway every day,
Encouraging the squirrels
And the birds to come and stay.
I wonder what the reasons are
For setting out this feast,
Which may attract some critters
They don't want, to say the least.
For surely birds and squirrels
Have instinctive ways to find
Worms and acorns and some other foods
Their bellies wouldn't mind.
And I've never seen the owners
Come to watch their guests chow down,
So they're unaware the birds invite
Their friends from out of town.
Being kind to Nature's creatures
Is an empathetic trait
But a driveway open-house buffet
Is up for some debate.
Let's go chow down.
Was he serious?
I could barely walk now.
Then I thought of the buffets.
All nine of them.
And the shrimp.
And the lobster.
I could go in my pajamas if I wanted.
So I rolled myself out of my teeny tiny not-so-great room
And I headed for Buffet number eight
So glad I had come on this cruise with my husband
Who was used to seeing me in my pajamas.
As we passed pajama-clad people in every corridor
I began to wish I had brought my zebra zip up suit.
It has no elastic around the waist whatsoever.
Cruises are all about eating.
If you know what you are doing.
And I do.
Thank you for coming
And giving me your time,
You seemed to like the Chinese,
I know I liked mine.
You have been gone now
For many a year,
Life was good and life was bad, and
We’ve shed many a tear.
It’s late afternoon now, and I know you must,
Leave me alone again and you’ll be, too,
You take your doggie, I’ll keep mine,
We don’t live far, please come back, do.
If children just knew what a little visit means,
They would come often and not be shy,
But they like to be in their own carved out nests,
And as far as that goes, so do I.
So take the rest of the Chinese takeout,
And think of me when you chow down,
Remember it’s from Mom with love,
And don’t forget to come back around
Avocados are the latest craze right now
Is it marketing or taste that makes us go wow
Wanting to chow down
In tune with the town
But from this day forward my taste buds say ciao
Scalloped potatoes are a favourite of mine
Even chow down any time before bedtime
Ain't good for the rump
Sits there like a lump
As delicious it is, you expand as you dine
I want a relationship that'll bring championships.
I don't want to be reading fake scripts.
I want something that's real.
So my heart won't ever have to heal.
I want that kind of thrill.
Some people had said this.
And still went on to have a fake kiss.
I'm not like that.
I like to chat.
I'll listen.
And I'm a Christian.
I don't want a random companion.
I want a companion that'll help me become a champion.
I want someone who shares the same beliefs and not someone who thinks I'm underneath.
I want someone who can handle my jokes.
Not someone who'll give me strokes.
I don't want someone to change my personality.
I want someone who can adapt to my family.
I want someone to love.
Not someone to shove.
I don't want drama.
That always comes with karma.
I want a girl.
And definitely not hurl.
Maybe your that companion.
Just let me shoot you out of a Canon to be sure.
And let's see if your mature.
Honestly I don't know where to go now.
If you have a cow.
I'll help you chow down.
Oh boy I hope I meet clown.
You're so handsome, the best-looking one
in town. More importantly, I've never known
anyone so loyal! You truly are man's--I mean
MY--best friend. Now, now! No neck nuzzling.
I have things to do. You're hungry? Okay, just
a healthy, crunchy snack for now. I'll grade a
few essays while you chow down.
Ohhh, OK, I'll share the porch swing with you.
A walk? Now? Well, all right. I want you to be
happy. We'll just take a brief--Whoa! Not so
blooming fast! I want to lead. Let's stay on the
sidewalk. May I lead--please? I'm supposed to
be walking YOU. Neighbors are pointing and
laughing-- except for Miss Daisy. No, not her
prize-winning flower bed! Last week, her paper;
this week, her flowers. Haven't we tested her
Christianity enough? Aw, come on. If she wants
fertilizer . . . Here she comes with a big stick!
YOU'RE ready to go back now?
Great! But first drag me to the clinic.
Oh, my rotator cuff!
January 18, 2016
Why do you have to be still?
Because that is when you hear from the Lord
Because that is when you know what to do
God doesn't come to you
when you are busy
He could
But He comes to you when you are most open
And are listening
Do you always know what to do?
You don't
And that is when you seek the Lord
You seek the Lord in times of trouble
You seek the Lord when time is fair
You seek the Lord now and every way
Does God come to you unannounced?
Yeah
Only when you are most receptive
when you don't have things on your mind
Only when you stop talking
And guessing
Only when you are in perfect still
Yeah that is when He comes in
That is when you get the answer
Happy chow down
Wings take flight
Right off the page
Flying toward the sky
As the words escape my mind.
Pen touches the crisp paper
Magic begins to glow
From the tip of my wand
Bringing thoughts to life.
Imagery imprints the mind
Visualizing words to picture
Transforming into a story
Becoming a part of the tale.
Each word written
Is like a verbal tale
That becomes a spell
Hocus pocus, abra-imagia.
Reading each line
The eyes chow down
The mind digests
As the soul feels.
Words speak more than action
Strikes harder than a sword
Touches the soul from within
Can bring tears to the eyes.
Words can be used good or bad
Its just how we use them
To inspire or dispire
Help or ignore.
They can inspire us
Intrigue us with mystery
Make us laugh with joy
When their arranged oddly.
Words can heal us
More than medicine
For stories and poems
Fascinate and lure us
Like sirens singing to sailors.
Words formed together
To form a sentence
Like a spell forming
To create a crystal
Letting it shine bright
In the sunlight.
Words are magical
That change and inspire
Those that take the time
To read and find meaning
In what magic each holds.
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