The day has drained my soul; there's no time left to wait,
I slap the kettle lever, fire the engine high.
I need a rescue mission for my current state,
and grab the grey and white ceramic of my eye.
My absolute favourite mug. The water starts to roar,
It sounds like trouble bubbling but it's just the start.
The Rooibos bag goes in, those lazy tannins pour,
A slow, dark comfort creeping right into my heart.
But wait-where is the ginger? Panicked, at top speed,
I grab my mini grater, shredding till it hurts.
That fiery, fresh root is the remedy I need,
Because a bit of ginger always sparks and flirts,
Then boom - raw honey! Heaven drops into the chill,
with floating spicy to titillate and thrill.
Rooibos tea is a family favourite in South African homes.
(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
They're knocking at me door
In the middle of the night
They're knocking at me door
Giving me an awful fright.
They taking me
To a camp where
Ashes fall like black snow.
I'll not be overjoyed
By goose-stepping boys
With boots to their knees, oh hey,
And brown shirts and billy clubs
Cheese grater belly rubs
Coming to take me away.
here i go again not so clear my name is not clare but there is so much to bare at times not fare count mayself as fearless woman of light lets not call the cattle black fadeing images bumping walls face to face darkness falls bright light widows open wind touches kiss flare deep emotions start to brake the harder the hit the grater the fall no walls near or far to hold on to sustain the in pack diming sight not so bright cant see the grass greener on the other side when gray clouds loom about whats to be your fate in a matter of time not fond of holding on to be led to and from let alone depending on independient always have been another hit from below frist one dim the lights second is to sleep lights off for good i look above for whence my help comes from no stubbling here made strong dont get me wrong what dose not kill dose make you strongest been there done that always standing firm full armor in place given grace gradatude for mercy placed upond my heart for all my down falls i in braced as stepping stones on my path to rightousness
here i go again not so clear but playing it by ear prayfully another year
I used to have cheese as a slice
Boring , but it still tasted nice
Then in Christmas 23
I had a present bought for me
What a marvel, what a sight
Greeted my eyes that Christmas night
For a while I had been waiting
Now unwrapped, I could start grating !
Wife said “put it away now, do it later “
“No” said I - “give me my rotary grater”
I grated cheddar, then tried Brie,
Even a nice grilled halloumi.
I was quite the artisan
With a block of Parmesan
The piles of cheese grew bigger
And the family could not figure
Why on that family Boxing Day
I would grate, grate, grate away
Fat grate , thin grate , powder grate
Adorned the Christmas dinner plate
My wife with eyes now wide and round,
Said “ My oh my, that’s quite a mound !
“ I shaped the cheese into a wreath
And said “if bits stick in your teeth “
“Don’t reach out for the dental picks,
“ Jan’s also sent some dentastix”
Prayers for Greater Rains
David J Walker
I am no
Stranger to this land
I know each name
Of the forest of grasses
In the trails carved of rain
And the crease of crevasses
that travail the passes to the
Mesa’s that fain the same calling
As far away snowcapped mountains
That refrain from falling down
And bowing to the
Torrents of wind
That are back again
To claim
The exposed framework of
Plowed farmlands exposed by
Farm-men
Who live in the holiness and
loneliness of the red dust
of their own making
solitude for the taking
I am no
Stranger to the pains
Of bowing to demands of
Of living off the lands
Of meager means and smaller gains
And that which remains
Of the prayers for grater rains
There once was a big alligator
It got out of an elevator
A very loud yell
The voice rang a bell
His mate was on the travelator
His mate was a communicator
And said, ‘I said I’d see you later
I’m hungry of course
I could eat a horse
Straight out of a refrigerator
I’ll settle for a baked potater
With minced beef and cheese from a grater
And what could be finer
I spot me a diner
I hope for a ’gator they cater’
That hungry pair of alligators
Found all the staff were reptile haters
No meat on the menu
At this veggie venue
And that’s why they ate all the waiters
Coming back home.
On your own.
Morning mist.
In the rain.
Nothing is the same.
Get going, man,
Back home again.
Another time, a different person.
Cable cars move me down the road.
Kites torn and wet on the ground.
Hilltops in the haze.
Onerous and erroneous,
My acrostic a broken cheese grater.
Everything's greater at home.
Electoral mortification
The ego of one man
chaotically divided a nation.
Hypnotically humiliated
and brought its people into dissolute hatred,
plucking each other limits.
Dehumanized the intelligence of great minds.
This team of trumpers!
imperious loud mouths,
puissant leaches stumping on others,
with ominous filthy words.
Despicable regard for biblical equal.
Do not unto others what you would not do unto yourself.
Leave the hate,
it’s like a malignant tumor,
it consumes time to no avail.
Color is just a shade,
Blood in man is indeed unique,
whether it was brown skin Jesus, dark skin Moses you or me.
as it retains a unified bond beyond us.
Someday,
I may need you and you may need me
for something grater than -
this evil influence crawling into our lives.
Your cry and my cry the same, seeking comfort.
©Al Juman -The "said" Poet, 11/25/2019
If you have the time
There is a letter for you in the den.
I assumed it was from a friend.
Read it now I don't mind.
There taking the old jeep away?
What do you mean it's not old?
It's covered in rust, caked in mold.
It must be my birthday.
There's a letter from you to me?
Why read it in private?
'My mother was a pirate.'
That's it, I'm moving back to Boise.
Two weeks later,
Betsy gets a ring on her phone.
'You fixed the jeep using a dinosaur bone?'
Ugh, she hangs up the cheese grater.
I don’t need God,
I’ve got cable’
I don’t go to church,
Even though I am able.
I don’t need God,
I’ve got a cell phone,
As long as someone calls,
I am never alone.
I don’t need God,
I’ve got a roof over my head,
No rain will touch me,
Safe in my warm bed.
I don’t need God,
I’ve got plenty of food,
No hunger in my life,
I eat when I am in the mood.
I don’t need God,
I’ve got fine clothes on my back,
I never feel the cold,
Many shoes on my rack.
I don’t need God,
I’ve got all the latest toys,
To impress all who see me,
With flashing lights and noise.
I don’t need God,
I’m the picture of health,
Secure in my plan,
For fortune and wealth.
I don’t need God,
I have technology, buzzers and bells,
My computer and programs tell me,
I can take care of myself, all is well.
I don’t need God,
Many times I say,
Nothing is grater than me,
I’ll worry about my soul some other day.
Just a normal Sunday sitting on my chair
When all of sudden in walked my auntie uncle Claire
What the hell you doing barging in like that??
He said your not going fu**ing believe it? I just ran over your Cat
I said the only pussy in this house is my other half,
We played a few drinking games and i beat him at charades
He soon ad enough of that tho so i pulled out deck cards then he stared moaning reckon the games i play are hard.
Well i had enough of his lip i couldn't take no more
so rubbed his face on cheese grater and now hes bloody sore.
Blanketed,
Smooth paved layers,
Cheese,
Bakes melted goodness,
Layer after layer,
Sunday's,
Punctuated Italian Air,
Ripping crusty bread,
Parmesan shaved against the grater,
The tempo of a good day,
Laughs and wine,
Family and friends,
My loving layers
I could really use somebody
But not anybody
Someone that makes it easier to breathe
That inspires me to live
That's in tune with their inner child
That can get wild and just down right dirty
Someone who's not afraid to sing out loud with head phones in
In the middle of the crowd
Who's CRAZY and not afraid to admit it
Who likes attention
Who loves hard
And hates less
And not to heartless to forgive
They see the beauty in Everything
Careless
Stylish
And Free
I
Need
Me ")
To makes these LOUD days quite
With music blasting in my ear
That has the ability to just stare someone in the face without showing one bit of fear
Cause i care enough to be careless
To bring less ugliness and misinterpretation on to this big ole world
I need little ole me
To be something so surprising
That even i couldn't believe
To strive for success
Because i know i can be something grater then this world that I live in
Because I Am Capable at doing anything
Even becoming a better me
The graviton nuclear wave the neural flame will caress
With knowledge of book of secrets the flame will the soul bless
Grater knowledge and intelligence then master of chess
The power of magnificence the spirit will express
In the book soul of every star is
But that is mere shadow of depth of this abyss
As its power keeps rising the knowledge is bliss
The sweet spot in the brain of imagination supernova is
The procession of thought heightens the expanse
The visage of surreal with beyond infinity will dance
The glory of last fundamental place is there not by chance
As deep and wonderful as eyes of girl from divine romance
Imagination that needs no base is outside time
Outside of my entire rhyme
That is what makes it so sublime
As it is constantly growing in by that rise formed length of time
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