I ate cookies for lunch and spoiled dinner
but somehow I never seem thinner.
Stop drinking fruit juice unless
it's zero sugar for me now best.
I love everything about steak except the price
eating a spoonful of steak sauce must suffice.
Fish is fishy so gotta deep fry it southern style
crispy cornmeal batter makes it palatable somehow.
Fried chicken needs pickled jalapenos with that heat
and an old fashion coleslaw milky cool and sweet.
What happen to that Old Fashion Loaf lunch meat
a flavor unique and once a great sandwich to eat.
Coco Cola classic is now Diet Coke
consuming less calories is no joke.
I am not overweight I am fat
enjoying too much food a reason for that.
No Moussaka Tonight
Eggplant
is scant
Too Much Coleslaw
Cabbage
baggage
A Beggar’s Plea
Carrot?
Share it!
Trendy Veggie
Faddish
Radish
Trendy Veggie 2
Hepper
Pepper
A peppy Dancer
Pepper
Stepper
Baby Veggie
Onion
young one
Easy on the Garnish
Parsley
sparsley
A Leafy Session
Lettuce
met us
Seeds for Teeth
Dental
fennel
Now It’s a Party
Turnip
Turn-up
Well, I listened to Benjamin Zephaniah,
And I kept my young turkey alive.
We had a really good blast last Christmas,
With hip-hop and reggae and jive.
We opened our presents real early,
Taking selfies and having a laugh.
I bought Turkey some really cool trainers,
And he bought me some gloves and a scarf.
Then we ate a lovely fat dinner.
I cooked him organic green beans.
We had rice and peas and coleslaw,
With a gigantic mountain of greens.
After, we played a game of Scrabble.
I won 'cause I hate losing at games.
I sang him a number of carols,
Played charades, guessing celebrities’ names.
We watched movies until we got tired,
And then tried to enjoy the King's Speech.
We couldn’t resist Christmas pudding,
With a dollop of ice cream and peach.
I’m glad my turkey’s alive for Christmas.
I’ll invite him again and again.
And I’ve also joined Turkeys United,
‘Cause now Turkey and me are best friends.
But there’s one thing I forgot to mention,
Which you may think a little absurd:
I thought he was one of the talking turkeys,
But this turkey didn’t even say a word!
(Ode to Benjamin Zephaniah’s Talking Turkeys )
Walkin' back from Tucson
Just a lonely little blue son,
Castrol oil across my face.
Needin’ feminine touch
So bad I can taste.
Though the good Lord
Knows the final law.
And to Him I’m just coleslaw.
The heart of a child
Is gentle and kind
But life takes a toll
On their mind
I’ve lived through it
Been beaten down by it
And now I struggle to get back on my feet
As everyone watches on the edge of their seat.
Popcorn in hand,
With candies of their favourite brand.
With some weird person eating coleslaw,
They watch in awe.
They’re an outlet to a void that they can’t fill,
And all they can think about is how they’ll pay the bills.
They inflict pain that they can’t take away,
And then tell me all I need to do is pray.
Peppermint Christmas angels were doing the cha cha cha.
“What else can you do?” Asked a pinecone name of McGraw.
We can do the petootsie dance, and we can tease our maw.
“What else can you do?” asked a prissy critical macaw.
“We can twirl and spin, and we can make delicious coleslaw.
We can play racquetball and we can spot an editorial flaw.
We can peel potatoes in a fancy way if you get them raw.
We are pretty talented,” said the angels, and we can draw.”
Where I come from
there are two
kinds of BBQ
so it’s your choice
for an authentic meal
Sweet and tangy
Vinegar that’s sharp
believe me
you can tell them
both apart
A giant glass
of the sweetest iced tea
ever made
Coleslaw by the bucketful
baked beans to tantalize
hope your stomach
is bigger than your eyes
Cornbread by the panful
smeared with butter
that will roll down off your chin
wipe it off and then begin again
Collards by the score
oh good gracious
who could ask for more
Make sure you’ve
got a roll of paper towels
because you eat the ribs
with fingers
that get sticky by the sauce
Then if you’ve have room
top it off with a bowl of banana pudding
the kind made in the South
Easter morning brings stress
asking for God's advice
Three-hour drive to parents
asking for God's patience
slow traffic and detours
asking for God's guidance
I will be ready to turn around
asking God to just get us there
So relieved when we arrive
I'll be hungry and tired
tons of food will await us
brightly colored eggs
sister's homemade dressing
dad's homemade peanut butter pie
sister's chicken
mom's coleslaw
my store-bought king's Hawaiian rolls
car ride home will be interesting
eyes will be propped open with toothpicks
belly will be hitting steering wheel
and I will be ready for bed!
Easter poetry contest
Regina McIntosh
April 1, 2022
hot dogs plumply burnt
juicy hamburgers with cheese
Italian chicken
a side of coleslaw
potato salad and more
gooey iced brownie
Pay attention to the sufficient sugar,
the sufficient sugar is the most Sweet sweetening of all.
Simple, soft, sufficient sugar.
Never forget the syrupy and lovable sufficient sugar.
One afternoon I said to myself,
"Why isn't the crisp coleslaw more net?"
Never forget the total and everlasting crisp coleslaw.
The cunning, lost love sings like a pure love
Never forget the sly and dodgy lost love.
When I think of the sure sweetheart, I see sure eyes.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the sure sweetheart,
Gently it goes - the soft, the woolly, the wooly-minded.
I cannot help but stop and look at the Sweetness, saccharine sweetness.
Does the saccharine sweetness make you shiver?
does it?
Summer Lunch
Delivered by cute stud, served in a red chequered box!
On this sizzling, summer,sun-joyous June day.
Delicious, cold seafood salad on a perfect Brioche.
Rapturous, fresh garden creamy coleslaw.
Perfection!
June 24, 2020
10:15 pm PST
Poem # 1,313
Edited
Cheat and love and lie and run
Philosophical incline
Who will win and who will try
Broken promises supply.
Roses, Moses, Richelieu
Rothschild, Laurence Olivier
Who accept and who decline
Leave and stay or laugh and die.
Father Pig upholds the law
Mother Piggy makes coleslaw
Children piglets fight and fly
We will eat them, do not cry.
“Do you love her?” - asked my friend
He discovered shame of bread
“Yes I loved her” - answer was
It is truth, but sounds gross.
Positano, Rome, Beirut
Christ, Antichrist, blood, absurd
Holly cow, sacred grass
Sodom, Gomorra, Montparnasse
Nouns on right and verbs on left
In the middle naked sense
Was Pig’s love to Piggy strong
When he heard his butcher song?
Did Pig’s butcher sing that song?
Attended an Arkansas small-town celebration
a few years ago somewhere on the map,
where two-lane roads were in need of repair,
driving for hours and eating dust caused despair.
We met our friends at a specific destination,
so glad to see familiar and friendly faces,
had an opportunity to take a picture with a queen,
an honorable title of Miss CatfishTeen.
The highlight of the day was a picnic feast,
all you can eat fresh fish, coleslaw and taters,
walking up to the long line my shorts fell down,
exposing two shiny moons much to my frown.
The lesson of this story is to check the elastic
on your shorts and keep a safety pin in pocket,
also to remember to wear your Fruit of the Loom
in case you have a wardrobe malfunction of doom.
Thanksgiving Day has always been a special holiday
A long tradition celebrated with family in a joyful way
In my younger years we went to my grandparent’s house
When I was young and single and later on with my spouse
Grampa Joe would make homemade coleslaw and pickles
And then played cribbage games with my cousins for nickels
Mema’s home was decorated early with wonderful Christmas cheer
Every wall with reds and greens and a collection of Santa’s everywhere
Decades passed, my Mema became a widow, then moved and lived alone
It was now my turn to cook our traditional meal at my early decorated home
Turkey, stuffing, harvard beets, stuffed celery, deviled eggs and the fixings too
Now a new Thanksgiving tradition, I hoped for many years, but only just a few
We lost Mema a few years ago, Thanksgiving now feels different, so bittersweet
We spent last Thanksgiving home alone with some traditional fixings and treats
We hope to still spend Thanksgiving days with my Dad and our family together
I will cherish my years of Thanksgiving Memories, they are in my heart forever
10/28/19
Contest: Thanksgiving Memory Contest
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
Nature's divided into four seasons
each eye-catching in a similar way
and yet, different for many reasons.
Winter's crystalline beauty carries sway
but She is both barren and deathly cold
with a hollowed-out heart of papier-mache.
Spring’s spectacle slowly breaks Winter’s hold
accompanied by a moist April breeze
She showers snowdrops as petals unfold.
Summer is known for Her emerald trees
dandelions, coleslaw, a picnic spread
grasshoppers, hummingbirds, and honeybees.
Autumn colors the leaves in shades of red
scarlet, crimson, puce, orange, and yellow
weaving a fitting shroud for Summer’s dead.
Together they keep the planet mellow
each a fine-tuned string on Nature's cello.
10/12/2019
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