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Everyday Math

Everyday Math 

Milk, bread, eggs... 
the necessities we need, 
to feed those we love 
every day. 

They are getting harder to buy, 
and they are not easy to raise. 
Life is becoming more expensive. 
It is changing everything about us, 
that we were, before this time. 
Yet, there is no going back. 

I put half a gallon in my grocery basket.
When I get home, I will add water, 
to make it stretch. 
It will be the same color, 
but the flavor will be gone. 
Cereal will be wet, 
and eatable. 

I learned to make bread, 
last summer... 
but it is hard. 
It rises when it likes and 
lays there lazy when it chooses. 
We eat it anyway, every day, 
without complaint. 
We are full. 

The eggs are now from the quail. 
They are the stars in the park...
The place?
My back yard, a jungle of my own design. 
The birds, they give and never take, 
they have a lovely heart
that is part of the greater picture of life. 

When will we be, the way we were? 
When will we return? 
The answer is earned, 
by those that realize, 
and open their eyes
to the rise of the end.

A Jar of Mustard and Ketchup Too

Yes you are lacking in basic culinary skills
your cooking is wanting for a flavor thrill
And heaven knows you'll never make a savory dish
so close your eyes and use the chefs last wish
Food too plain and bland what do you do
get that jar of mustard and ketchup too
Don't be shy tastebuds counting on you
open that jar of mustard and ketchup too
Slather it, smear it, pour it on strong
the more you use the less it taste wrong
The vigor of mustard on your tongue
that sweetness of ketchup sings a song
Disguise that flavorless gunk on your plate
pile high those condiments for goodness sake
Make it bearable and a eatable chow
with sky high food prices can't be wasteful now
So be grateful and thankful that you are able to chew
your mediocre insipid rather mild boring cooked food
By simply adding to the table what you must do
a jar of mustard and ketchup too.

Ah Italy and Food

All over Italy north and south
Cows and goats and their cheeses
Corn polenta, mid-land pastas
There white and red wine always pleases

Beans and cabbages poor man’s wishes
Folded with tomatoes and onions
Add broth, and eatable Allium that helps the best dishes
That strong flavored bulb even illnesses eases

Ah Italy the chefs and mothers have such genius
The country endowed with uncommon vigor of mind
There you will find versions of dishes of every kind
And though the Nazis were there people still dined

Many sent their meats and cheeses to barns and homes
Where people would run and hide leaving the worse behind 
Reminding us Bologna gave us sauce, pasta and pears
In remembrance still everyone gathers and shares

Ah Italy how I wish I could again be there
But tonight in Santa Cruz there will be —
Still be tomatoes, cheeses, pasta and pears

Autumn Leaves

Autumn Leaves

       Autumn Leaves are here and beautiful. They are gold, brown, and crisp;
       
       Crisp, but not eatable, but beautiful to look at and admire.  Autumn 
 
       Leaves remind us that life brings about a change; a change for the better

       or for worse, who is to say!   Autumn Leaves-reminds us that there 

       are forces within the universe that have power to cease plant life and

      life during this part of the year; getting ready to Spring forth again when

      that season comes. Autumn Leaves; wake them up, sweep them up,

      and pick them up; Autumn Leaves; part of nature's life cycle.

Sin Sample Trample

Sin Sample Trample

God will set  and perform a perfect example,
Food eatable and always more than ample;
We never do wretch;
Imaginitation stretch;
Thankfully our sins He continued to trample.

Jim Horn

Champion

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to truly be a champion?
To win the many wars this world so easily affords?
With the creator by our side it can not be denied.
He goes to battle for you, his character is truth.
Taking us tightly by the hand, every move with us he stands.
We ourselves can say, alone there is no way.
We can not stand alone and declare ourselves a true champion.
Once we put down our defense and humbly let him in our victories however will begin.
He our very best interest will defend.
So to really be a champion, we must choose today to walk hand in hand with our creator.
In doing so we will know what it is to win.
We will know what it is to live in victory not defeat, when we give our all to the ultimately undef eatable champion.
Angela Poppert

Watermelon

W-watery 
a-appertizing
t-treat
e-enjoyable
r-red
m-memorable
e-eatable
l-likeable
o-on a hot day
n-neutrision

Apple Pie

A-appetising
p-pleasant
p-pie
l-likeable
e-eatable

p-pieces
i-ice cream
e-enjoyable

Would'A, Could'A, and Should'A

With few exceptions, I am a prudent observer, and I tend to pay attention.
I think that I understand the meanings of the ‘Use Before’ and ‘Best By’ dates.
In fact, I did indeed read the ‘Best By’ date, but failed to think deeper about it.

No, the product was not ‘outdated’, but a more prudent observer would have noticed.   Such would have noticed that the ‘Best Buy’ date was rapidly
closing in on the actual and current date.   But I did not notice this time.

The grocer did nothing illegal; but he did revive a more discriminating buyer.
Though the box of crackers was eatable and not unhealthy, they were not fresh. They were indeed ‘crackers’; so ‘cracked’ in fact that they could barely dip and hold the delicious chicken spread that my wife made for me.

Over the years, I have met  “Mrs.  Would’a, Mr. Could’a, and Miss Should’a, and occasionally, I too am one of them.  This week, I should’a read a print ‘more fine tunedly’ that really was not so finely printed.  I tell you, most eyes would agree that the print was fine.  I should’a been, but I was not.  
04162016 cj PS Contest, I Really Should’a Read The Fine Print, by
John Lawless

My Word To You

MY WORDS TO YOU

Tend the farm for the adaptable
Of the smiling priceless Vegetable
Teeth your heart in understandable
For my emotional feeling is uncountable
Here in my dying heart would I table
The price which is not affordable
My spirit man's work is unimaginable
But I loose to make it available
Move it to the spirit and be lightable
Body which is not Re-writable.
The gift can not be awardable
Yet, it could be seen in a movable
Road where the gospel is not preachable.
I will make thee Queen-able
Whom mote will be unable
To be heavenly dictable.
Make it an honest unquestionable 
Act which is eviable not eatable
For my words to you are hear- able

Bacon

Friend to pancakes and scrambled eggs
Slices of heaven from succulent pigs
No sleepy head can stay asleep
Bacon's aroma makes taste buds weep

No cheeseburger can survive
When Bacon is piled up high
The sandwich of the gods
Bacon from the meat of hogs

Flavor savor smells so good
Eat it Eat it you know I would
Save the grease for extra flavor
Bacon is the taste I favor

Bacon bits make a salad palatable
Bacon strips make liver eatable
Bacon is the real deal
Bacon Bacon for every meal

Bacon cooked with cabbage
Without it life is savage
Bacon is a dog's favorite treat
Forget Fido let me eat

Smoked with hickory or applewood
Cured with sugars is understood
Crisp or chewy Yum Yummy Yum
Maple or peppered give me some

Baked, microwaved or fry
Without it kiss life goodbye
Bacon Bacon fills my freeza
Best part of any pizza

Bacon can never be eaten raw
Buy precooked if no time to thaw
Bacon makes a wonderful jerky
Bacon is pork never turkey.

Hello, January

Where had you been, we were so keen,
To feel your touch, we enjoy you so much.
‘Til ke Laddu’, ‘Pinni and Kachodi’,
‘Gajar ka Halwa’, ‘Garmagaram Pakodi.
Sweaters and shawls, quilts and blankets,
Everybody is packed in socks and jackets.
Cold wind that blow and faces that glow,
Noses turned red, dandruff that spread’.
Resolutions, commitments and preparations,
Dear January, You are full of celebrations.
You bring with you, lots of things to do,
Hello January, we welcome you.

Date - 18/01/14
*Til ke laddu- eatable balls of seasame seed.
*Pinni- Eatable balls made of wheat flour, lots of dry fruits and ghee (melted butter).
*Kachodi and pakori- Two Indian snacks.
*Gajar ka halwa- Carrot pudding.
*Garmagaram- served hot.

{ These things loose their taste if I dare to write them in English--
 sorry for the inconvenience caused to my English friends.  :(    }

Blueberries and Apples

Lately I've been craving fruit
the red kind
that strikes right through the core,
but blueberries don't attract apples
they're born in a bunch
never fully whole
besides it's impossible to eat just one

Not like a cortland with firm skin
where your entirely pleased
with only it's nutrients
and the sweet aftertaste
of what's bound to linger on

But even tangerines know
nothing could possibly 
fill this avid belly
until I become an apple
in my own eyes,
perfectly eatable
wholly satisfied

Emotion To Wane

At the core, the center
of the centrifugal truth
which twists us, compression
to splitting of seams
I wonder, in doubt
if you've ever been...
A nugget of golden
elaboration
layered in years of
compliance in dreams
teeth turned irrelevant dust in a crunch
It's obvious now that you grind
at the seams
on a nugget of truth covered eatable rust
as driftwood mirages to sea rivers gleam
Promises spider webbed into your veins
Liquid enigmas to breathe and refrain
Swirling in tangent, holding their own
I'm wondering now,
to watch and to wait
for the pivotal rise of emotion to wane...

Soul Window

Prying breadth to groan and stretch
a gauze of stars elongate
Tent pins held in both the hands
pinned on the sides of the earth
Canopy twinkle to lift the night
Shadows gone blue in the moon
Eatable air with a breath and a grin
of night flowers fully in bloom
Head arching body to reach into skies
palms full of star dust and black
Sealing the earth in it's mighty decrees
in the square of your lit soul window.

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