(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
playing chicken with couch potato
bring home the bacon with two peas in a pod
in a pickle with forbidden fruit
full of beans with egg on my face
go bananas with sour grapes
cream of the crop with dangling carrots
cool as a cucumber with apple of my eye
crying over spilt milk with raising a toast
spill the beans with cheesy jokes
The most sweetest appetising apple
Cream of the crop
On the apple cart
Is placed on the top
And tastes divine
Aesthetically pleasing
Attracting many to bite
But sometimes
Rotten to the core
But if not
It's something you want more and more
It's the dreamer's wish
The prettier the girl
The sweeter the kiss.
All the little things we do for others builds a fortune in return.
The bridges we cross should be blessed with flower seeds instead of torches that burn.
There indeed is a thing called Carma which in essence is the frequency sent out and returns in a manafold respect.
With acts of vengence and words of strife always returns to the one issuing the response and neglect.
There is a deep mystical metaphysical meaning to this precious opportunity to explore life and all its glories.
A time to share, a time to weep, a time for joy and woes adding to the creators endless stories.
Once the perception clears in finding everything is one and One is everything there is only expansion.
Bringing only the cream of the crop to the very top for your eternal provided mansion.
Welcome to the inner sanctum of fear
All are invited to enjoy the show
No one can leave before it ends
You'll be frozen stiff before you go
Now sit back and cower in the dark
This tour of madness is about to begin
As your mind and body trembles and shakes
I'll watch closely with a contented grin
Peering deep into the depths of your soul
Your character flaws will rise to the top
I'll exploit all vunerabilities
Your weaknesses are the cream of the crop
With nowhere to run and no place to hide
You understand now my methods of doom
From my lofty perch I'm able to see
There's no one untouched left in the room
I hear your screams and relish your tears
Your bloodshot eyes are swollen with fright
As you slowly drift out like Zombies
I thank you all and wish all a goodnight
I tested sweet mushroom ice cream
Delicious, its taste was supreme
The cream of the crop
From food fair farm shop -
It wasn’t a dope induced dream!
Valentine’s straddling bikes, hiking it to the mall.
Youthful and carefree; passing trees in revelry
as the sun plays peekaboo through its leaves.
Half a heart, each. Each pounding the busy streets.
A flirty wind blows her hair; his face valentine-red.
Her curves, pumping pedals. His handlebar smiles.
It’s a long way, longer than the day. Moon’s winking.
In gratitude of the Irish tavern, the cream of the crop -
friends pick them up, (and bikes) cram them into the car.
Sweethearts nestled together in one seat, barely breathing
room. Hot and steaminess must be contained for present
company. The bikes can’t stay still in the cool of the night.
Arrival finds them hand in hand - palming, massaging.
It’s that day - for him to pull out chocolates and a ring.
That will be on their first anniversary. Today’s just hot.
1/18/2023
*Image of Notepad by Pixabay.
McWhirtle: I Write Because
I write because,
the birds cannot,
the trees, the streams,
the mountaintop,
Had they a voice,
sounds will swap, yet,
add with words, be,
cream of the crop.
2022 August 27
*4th Place*
I write because
~~Anoucheka Gangabissoon: Judged 2022 September 13
What a bunch of sweet people on poetry group
The cream of the crop and that's no poop
A great place to reside
You'll be bursting with pride
And that long face of yours will no longer droop
Amidst concrete blazen Sun
Chalkboard bleeding blue skies
Fresh squeezed clouds raining down lemonade
Implicit deteriorated desert sagebrush
Dusting tropical dirt glowing off the Earth
Smooth sailing breezy endless dunes
Steel hard cream of the crop
Minutes Frozen stuck on the clock
Amidst this concrete blazing sun
To the quarry looking glass
I see the very end of the Stars
Falling burning in my skin at that point
Right there I thought I just felt that in my heart
In the broad opening day the skies were black
While standing on the surface I realize this is no longer Earth
For I am living in an alien nightmare
11/17/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Stargazer, stargazer
Bearer of bouquets
Four of stardust
Four the number of times you fussed
Hoping to see cream of the crop.
Pink, yellow, white, and orange stargazer lilies smiled
Your dimpled wife blushed
Step mom, and your auntie-in-law, hushed
Birth mother in her element rocked
You were humbled Prince of Wales with grandmother
You in garden of your mind, born to win
Stood star gazing.
The smell of lavender breeze floated in
Absolute joy soothe our soul,
We gathered not far from heaven's gate
Stargazer, you scouted shimmering colors
Shimmying still.
*
Beauty alert
Cascading figure
Shaped like the number eight
Long flowing hair waving
and wavering in the breeze
Cavalier breath
So easy to embrace
Witnessing the solemn space,
spirit and soul pure whole
My dear you are here
You're beautiful figure
Radiant and Renaissance
Heaven dropped
You are the best in the garden
You're the cream of the crop
With a heart like yours pray it never stops
Beautiful beauty
2/15/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
I’ll always remember my very first car
All gleaming in shiny red metal
It never broke down, going near, going far
The fire in my gut wouldn’t settle
Each morning I’d hop in that open top
Sometimes it seemed I could fly
No one could stop the cream of the crop
And sat in that car, that was I
The only speed I ever heeded was ‘Faster’
The only fuel she ever needed was me
For I had no clutch and no gearbox to master
I’d pedal like crazy, back when I was three.
The time at the chime is half past a dime
Welcome to the Wolfman Jack Show
We play the golden oldies and even some mouldies
We'll spin the monster mash into trash -- now that's a smash
Heh, heh, boys and girls: Tonight we've got a star-studded cast
Buddy Holly, Jerry LEE Lewis, Little R-r-r-r-r-r-r-Richard, and last
Put your palms together for, you guessed it, the Pick of the Pack
The Cream of the Crop, Numero Uno and rising higher all the time --
Ha, ha! One-eyed, One-horned Flyin' Purple People-Eater!
Y E A H !
June 29, 2020
STRAND completely new (3) any theme Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Once Upon a Time illumination,
black tie Chevron
Wild mushrooms Spice Market Rusty
Dried mud puddle now crusty
Breath of fresh air Pearly Gates
Tongue-tied Showtime polish Stone
~
Once Upon a Time terracotta
Hot potato first kiss pins and needles
Once Upon a Time croissant
Cream of the crop Rose Colored Glasses
Tulips in Spring hot pink
Prickly pear Driftwood tree house
~
Time illumination once upon
3/28/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
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