My aunt Pat sewed one for me
She loved my aunt Louise
Neither of them were aunts to me
The frog full of corn still dangles
over a trophy for a marathon of mine
I didn’t win or remember,
but I hope she is remembered more
than what she left me
when I was too young
to see that frogs
and being
are more than uncooked corn
This heart keeps beating
even when I tell it to stop
You deserve more than corn
I cannot count your kernels
to match your character
but I will try for longevity here
while lines match
the strenuous longevity
of my limited kernels;
vocabulary
front porch decor
bought from farmers' market
already seasoned
corn cob pipe cowboy
showing us huge joy
honest without being coy
not one to provoke or annoy
feeding him Hawaiian poi
eating beans with extra soy
loving him, my big handsome boy
corn cob pipe cowboy full of joy
amish made corn shocks
stand in rows like toy soldiers
beneath setting sun
Death isn’t an escape from troubles,
weak hearts do prefer it.
Human souls aren’t water bubbles
meant to fly, burst and quit.
On this earth we are born
to harvest our own corn
plucking out every thorn.
Always be in shape ~
Death isn’t an escape.
1st Place
Broccoli crowns and carrot sticks
removed by dental floss and toothpicks
Popcorn, peanuts and caramel corn
leave my teeth like newborns'
The taking of this steroid pack
keeps me on a routine. Kicks
my butt to eat, write - see that pun.
Little by little, relieved of pain
that was so agonizing, not just
in the leg but in the mind, as well.
Today, we just might take a trip,
not the kind where I fall..no, no, no!
Weave in and out of a corn maze.
I haven’t been able to take my grand,
the youngest of the bunch, to do too much,
so with God’s blessing this would be nice.
Here’s hoping! I’ll be coping! Righting
wrongs of yesterday. We used to go
to do so much. Hard when at a jolting stop.
So write, I will; and write I do. Hope with me
for this thrill. I’m praying for a good day.
Lots to do on the land; landing on my feet.
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444444 equals 24 trotters
6 heads
4 livers
4 hearts
6 kidneys
2 hams
Various scraps
5 hour boil time
Onions
Carrots
Greenpeppers
Garlic
Thyme
Basil
Bayleaves
2 cups of port
Rubbed sage
Salt
Pepper
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Brunch Day
Sunday morning scrapple/ bacon and mushrooms
Scrambled eggs and cheese
Toast/butter and honey
Hash browns
Jam/jelly
Coffee
Beet, carrot,orange/vodka
Strawberry tart
Butternut squash tart/pecans
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Darling I may never have told you
Ain't nothing right without you
You're the star of the show
My leading lady
Keeping you happy ain't no chore
I love you
I guess I wanted you to know
Sometimes I get a little busy
we spend so much time apart
here a little something to make you smile
It comes straight from my heart
Said I love you
Ain't got no problems saying it again
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Cured salmon rolled in sliced ham with sour cream eggyolk and dill....
The act of Halloween
Sugar rush between
Chiller session
Sweetness sensation
Trick a Treat
Candy Corn seek
Search for volunteers
The taste with who will preserver?
Chosen look out
Observing and moving about
Sugar to muster
Candy corn batch
Eat in catch
Candy corns who might want to attack
Beyond fact
Circumstance
Your stomach won’t be able to control
Your last chance
You were told well in advance
Prepare to be sugarized
Total surprise
Candy Corn phase
There once was a man who fried bacon,
Naked as the day he was born.
The grease would pop about,
And he would hop about,
Like a mad Lepre-corn!
I realize it doesn't fit the perfect limerick pattern, but it is definitely limerick in spirit.
CORN HUSKS, PORK, AND *GUAJILLO
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the corn husk, brittle parchment
from August fields, unfolds its grip—
steam rising from the stove,
like a ghost of summer
inside, masa holds its secrets close:
folded pork stained with cumin and guajillo~
autumn’s first comfort food ,
warmth against the coming cold.
I am from Iowa
the corn state
we have corn princesses
corn queens
Mrs. Corn
Miss Corn Pone
Corn festivals
corn pudding
corn dogs
corn-on-a-cob
Corn City
South Dakota has our corn palace though
beside dotage, corn whiskey make her writes go careen left right up down
If a conflicted carrot
based on its looks
could feel it's a parsnip
it would be a turnip for the books
and should confused chard
on corn do a number
lettuce hope the offspring
isn't a baby cucumber
some plants are quite confounded
in my garden bed
sadly the rhubarb is convinced
it's celery badly sun-burned red
Feeling corny
By the sea
Stretched out baby
Please look at me
I got on my shades
Do you think I’m hot
This yellow tan baby
It ain’t store bought
Rub in that butter
Slather me up
If you rub deeply
I’m bound to pop
Sun kissed towels
Baby you and me
Both feeling corny
down by the sea.
Mystic Rose’s Choose one image poetry prompt contest.
Image number one.
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