Thought I'd write a poem
about a place that I like to shop,
it's a grocery store
where you can save a lot,
its got everything you need,
from soup to nuts,
fresh breads of every sort,
frozen meats to fresh produce,
and the dairy departments,
even got soy and almond milk,
and all of their canned goods,
range from diced tomatoes
to different fruits,
they even have different cereals,
and trail mix and protein bars,
mostly made by Millville,
an off-brand that rates about 3 1/2 stars,
now its not a fancy Wal-mart
or Publix by any means,
but if you shop at any Aldi's,
you will save a lot of green,
just remember to bring a quarter,
which goes in the grocery cart slot,
and when your done shopping,
you park the cart and get
your quarter back,
and with your stash of bags
of healthy and not so healthy foods,
try not to peel out of the parking lot,
like some hungry fool!
Wandering
Through an art gallery
I couldn’t help but wonder where
The ocean of artistic ideas may be found. Down
Deep inside our brains where cells contain the seeds
Of every memory, emotion and intelligence lying scattered
All ‘round. Later I dreamed that things were not quite as they so very
Often precisely appear. Angels danced while we romanced like we were
Making immortal love right here. Intertwined and intermingled, interconnected
Separateness turned single.
Leaving me and you somewhere reaching the outer Limits
Of space between your mind and mine and a concept we call time.
Reeling and Dealing
In the perplexities of where thought originates, I was left concluding nothing more
Or less than Consciousness as the Ultimate Intangible Underlying Everything
From soup to nuts and saints to stars leading me to believe in Thoughts
No less things than birds with wings and songs to sing
As close as you and I are near enough to
Far.
Oh, can I run with this one....I better be careful!!!.....
Soup to nuts,
When I spilt the bowl,
You could hear me yell,
From the lower parts of hell,
I screamed "There's a soup
In my fly!!!"
Oh me, oh my.....
Give me first aid,
Before my sperm start to fade,
And if the truth you hide,
I will swear you lied,
Cause the truth is plain,
That your soup did maim,
My manhood right to claim,
I walk out of here,
but it's very clear...
This restaurant you own,
Will soon enough pay your loan,
for damages to me,
Which you'll never see!!
for Rene', Shar, Rhoda, Jack Reed,
Christy, Ruby, Laine, Cile, Joe, Karen,
Vernette,Kim,Teresa,Patricia,John,
Danielle,John,Charles,Vince,Wilfredo,
Michael,Orma,Caryl,Brian,Rhea,Jessica,
and all the wonderful poets who make "The Soup"
the delicacy, the gourmet mind treat, the spirit
reviver, the place to have fun...the place to BELONG!!!!!
I love you all,- you have greatly enriched my life,
annnnnd spark whatever creativity I can muster...
God Bless........
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