oh, crumb beneath my keyboard key
your like bread but not like tea
I saw you once last Friday night
you glowed like beige electric light
your crusty soul is effervescent
like soup that joined a family crescent
your melancholy little face
has linty dreams of outer space
I poked you with my favorite pen
you ran away like 7 men
you scooted left, you scooted right
then shouted nothing in the night
my heart became a velvet spoon
it sang at noon beneath the moon
your fragrant silence hurt my toe
although my toe was down below
o crumb. my crumb my desks delight
you haunt my snacks with snacky might
a sandwich died to let you be
now you live rent free under E
the laptop fan began to roar
it blew you toward my bedroom door
you rolled beside a dusty sock
then married it beside a clock
the clock said tick, the sock said blue
the crumb said " I am missing you"
I cried one tear in my exam
then wrote your name upon a yam
so, sleep dear crumb in dusty doom
beside the dust bunny in my room
the world may laugh, the chairs may fight
but you dear crumb, you take flight
The Last Crumb
I saw some birds fighting over some bread.
Everyone fights each other until they're dead.
The birds were after the last thing to eat.
The whole world is blind, they cannot see.
A civil war to prove someone wrong.
People being respectful are long gone.
What happened to everyone?
Just to be a good samaritan to someone.
To fight for the last crumb that's on the ground.
Each man for himself just to drown.
How can you reach out to a lost generation?
The world bleeds through separation.
Would you give your last piece of bread to a stranger?
Giving to someone would be your last waver.
Be a leader and not a follower.
If you don’t put in the work then don’t bother.
Find your own way through forgiveness.
Standing humble in lightness.
Speak no lies to your brothers.
Hold up the lantern for others.
We find purpose through prosperity.
To give your best from clarity.
Take a stand against the oppressors.
Give back all that you are
2 boxes of ritz crackers
5 cans of apple pie filling
2 cups or rasains
1 cup of twany port
2 cups of apple juice
1 tablespoon of white vinager
2 cups of sugar
+ 2 Tablespoons of cinamon
+ 2 Tablespoons of Cream of Tartar
+5 Tablespoon of cornstarch
2 cups butter
Line a deep sheet pan with a thick stif sweet cookie dough like pie dough
roll and decorate this will accompany the pie cut into serving size squares
bake until dough cooks golden brown remove and allow to cool
in a large sauce pot
bring sherry apple juice and lime and lemon juice to a boil
add raisins and a teaspoon of cinnamon and sugar
crumb up some ritz crackers add saturate the crumbs
set aside
in a bowl crumb up 3 rolls of ritz crackers
mix with 1 cup of softened butter( add 2 cups of carmel bit's)
sprinkle in cinnamon and zest of lemon or lime
and brown sugar set aside when thoroughly mixed
in a hotel sheet pour in cracker mix
topp with apple pie filling sprinkle cracker crums attop
either cover with decorated pie crst or leave open faced
cook until the sweet bubbles of appley goondness come through the browned pie dough.
Serve your way
More earth in mound
Before we hold
A crumb of gold.
Dear Salacious Crumb, where did you go?
I saw what Luke did to the sail barge,
as Leia jumped off I witnessed the blow;
Echoes of your ceremonious laugh
lingered after that swift disappearance;
Did Skywalker hit you with a Skiff’s staff?
Bib Fortuna cackled ‘He’s no Jedi.’
I have a feeling you saw through all that;
You know all the smugglers who stop by;
Personal sidekick of Jabba The Hutt,
it’s logical you’d know how to escape
right out of a hidden palace shortcut;
Could have traveled to another planet,
or hidden with those wild desert Jawas;
You’re known for being such a sly bandit;
If not on Tatooine where have you been?
Where in a galaxy far far away?
I gotta know; Sincerely, a Star Wars fan.
If we all gave a crumb of bread
To all the folk who are unfed
The world would be a better place
It would assist the human race
To survive and march ahead
*Image of Freed Fountain Pen by Pixabay.
Coffee Crumb Cake Critique
Coffee, dawn's waker-upper, cause to rhyme,
The second cup broadens your eyes, sublime,
Noontime, pot perking as penning moves on,
Performing phrases ... possessed noumenon,
Evetime trance poured milk and Kahlua,
Like Jericho's walls, pen falls ... Joshua.
2022 June 04
At the birth of every male child,
At his hair-cutting event styled,
At first birth-celebrations wild;
At his sister's ear-ring pomp, mild,
At school when their admissions filed,
Blasts the crumb, whole soul forces, piled...!
When enjoying a silent sleep,
When solemn meditation keep,
When, within, alone, cry or weep;
When as rituals blind-faiths, seep,
When in farms rich harvest we reap,
Roars the crumb of drum like bomb-heap...!
When boys go mystic in playground,
When girls hysterically bound,
When kith-and-kin awe-filled surround;
When moralists sow seeds so sound,
When, wildest of the wild gets crowned,
Booms crumbs of music; all get drowned...!
At great festivals of marriage,
At bride-groom's glamour-horse carriage,
At bride's courtyard like effleurage;
At death, with mourning, like steerage,
At mingle of broods like peerage,
Cracks crumbs with fullest coverage...
Crumb, for us, is not bomb or shell,
Nor any grand ancient witch-spell,
Nor blast of some planets far dwell;
It’s, loud noise pollution, like hell,
That, in truth, is a rude death-knell,
Though we cherish it like church-bell...
19 January 2022
(Happiness is a warm gun- John Lennon)
When someone CALLED me very dumb
I felt as tiny as a CRUMB
I never played those CHILDHOOD games
That's no reason to CALL me names
CLEARLY, they all have picked on me
I'm mentally CHALLENGED, you see
I go to a COUNSELOR, now
To CURVE the way I think, somehow
All those CREEPS, I hate them all- still
I didn't need a CHILL-OUT pill
I just needed a CARING friend
To stop the CRUELNESS- make it end
Ev'ry day and night, I still CRY
So, if you all CAN'T wonder why
My CHOSEN words, with my last breath
Bullying, is what CAUSED my death
C Form-Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
1/15/2022
It fell from the masters table.
Pets would snaffle it if able.
"Why!,' yelled the master, 'are you dumb?
You grapple over one mere crumb!
You both have big bowls full of food.
You're so ungrateful! That's just rude.
Nevertheless, you mortal things,
So much joy your company brings."
The dogs wag their tails happily.
They play and jump with child like glee.
What would man do without his friend?
With whom would precious time he'd spend?
Ponder this and your rage will numb
When your dog takes away your crumb.
These furry friends enrich our life.
They comfort us in times of strife.
Written 13th January 2022
For the C Forms - Couplet contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
We don't own anything.
We're just one grain of nothing on an eternal beach.
Borrowers of time we are.
Life is a blessing, but we own only memories and death.
Don't fret over material things; everything's temporary.
Even skyscrapers and pyramids break apart-eventually.
Pay no heed to what you want; it's all about the withered need.
Now you're in the foothills of your final breath.
The machines of man sprouting from your chest.
A million regrets whipping inside your wild silver head.
Your only companions are all... what-ifs.
As you approach the final hours of a half-wasted life.
You become just another stray, meowing for one last crumb of time.
The Crumb
The Grand Old Dame sat at the table
With cream on the corner of her mouth
From a donut she ate
And a coffee in her shaking hand
A white visor donned her head
And red sprinkled with white
Was the color of her hair
Reflecting from a foggy light
From the ceiling of a dirty bar
At one time she was the elite
The meat
Of notoriety of a mysterious group of society
Where decisions were made
By a select few
Whom the masses never knew
That shaped the way the world would turn
The hand that shook once kissed by royalty
Now wizened and palsied
Picked up a crumb and stared at it
As if it were a gem
The jewels amassed as she recalled
in times of wealth
she placed the crumb in her mouth
and conjured up tastes
when her palate was young
the delicate meats, the caviar
her suite in Paris
her gentleman friends
But all is gone now
Oh dear, she laments, oh dear
Then she rises from the table and stands erect
Befitting her character
And leaves the contents on the table
And the past behind
The Creative Collective Anthology Series
Sponsored by Geraldine Taylor July 18. 2017
The Crumb
The Grand Old Dame sat at the table
With cream on the corner of her mouth
From a donut she ate
And a coffee in her shaking hand
A white visor donned her head
And red sprinkled with white
Was the color of her hair
Reflecting from a foggy light
From the ceiling in a dirty diner
At one time she was the elite
The meat
Of notoriety of a select group of society
Where decisions were made
By a select few
Whom the masses never knew
That shaped the way the world would turn
The hand that shook once kissed by royalty
Now wizened and palsied
Picked up a crumb and stared at it
As if it were a gem
The jewels amassed as she recalled
in times of wealth
she placed the crumb in her mouth
and conjured up tastes
when her palate was young
the delicate meats, the caviar
her suite in Paris
her gentleman friends
But all is gone now
Oh dear, she laments, oh dear
Then she rises from the table and stands erect
Befitting her character
And leaves the contents on the table
And the past behind
June 23, 2003 (Movin’ to Florida)
© Ralph Sergi
A crumb fell down from Henry's lunch
Onto the ground outside.
It soon attracted one small ant;
Perhaps he was the guide
For minutes later, all his friends
And relatives did show.
He'd spread the word but how he did it,
I will never know.
That little crumb made quite a feast
For every ant around
But how they heard about it
Is that part that does astound.
Osama Bin Laden, hiding is he,
not like a man but like a flea.
Long it won't be till he is found,
Americans are, the "True Blood Hounds,"
Another coward like Houssein,
will be captured and refrained.
Thinking himself invincible,
eventually he will take a fall.
Smile's they wear on their face,
a frown will soon take it's place.
Like the desserts sand of wind gust,
you'll crumble, Bin Laden, back into dust.
Only the good enter God's gate,
in his line, don't dare wait!
You've earned your grade very well,
your graduation day is Hell.
The Red, White and Blue still waves,
standing for the free and the brave.
They'll take you down, our heroes,
and that's how this American Story goes!
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