Greenland’s American future
In Nuuk everybody lives in festive houses made of wood, green, blue and red looks homily in the winter landscape
Thei are the people who speaks English, building
A dry dock for submarines, that will protect the sea from intruders, like the Russians and big code fish. The Greenlander will live in nice apartments
That have lifts, naturally the have to pay rent
There will be more shops selling imported food
Soft bread and, of course hamburgers for all
There will be bars with dancing girls included
The local can get drunk and been thrown into the snow
Some locals will lose their apartment leave in the street with dogs and the hapless will be wrapped in blanket given by the Danes, American tourist will come looking at the filthy streets and feel at home
The transformation will be complete, the local language forgotten, spoken only by the very old Innuits, naturally no one speaks Danish anymore
Except for the local doctor a despicable socialist
This is the future for people who become victim of super power, who believes in their exceptionalism
I like American; no one else in my family does
Velveeta is also a favorite; I like her softness
My daddy’s favorites were sharp cheddar and blue cheese.
My mama did not eat anything but fruits and vegetables.
Mostly vegetables.
I have three daughters.
None of them want the same kind of cheese on their hamburgers.
One wants pepper jack.
Another wants provolone.
Come to think of it, the third daughter does not eat cheese
She is more like her grandma than I realized.
Morning poem
This morning, sky and sea had the color shiny grey and I could see forever and saw a man and his son on the deck of big ship, eating prunes because it was good for digesting heavy food. In my childhood prunes a rare fruit was served at Christmas for the same reason, but only in America could one get hamburgers, as told by seafarers who had seen the bright lights at place called Broadway.
The sky shifted color to everyday grey, it began raining and the morning show was over
A Seagull’s Lament
I have a bird’s eye view.
I am a seagull after all.
Where are all of the people?
Those nice tourists who fed me
french fries, buns, hamburgers, hot dogs.
A real gourmet’s delight.
What am I going to do?
I guess I will have to go back
To fishing! Ugh!
gripe about lunch
After, a lunch with chicken slices warmed, but not fried golden brown, I ask, what am I doing here among people who eat for the reason of eating I used to be a chef it was what I trained for
Why should I enjoy a meal not made by a cook
Who takes no pride in his craft, which is more than money, but also an art
When I lived alone in the rustic country, I even
cooked for my dog, and she had a long and healthy life; I believe food is an integral part of our culture it is vital we spend time not eating
Fat hamburgers and over-processed food
It is the fourth of July
The sky is all lit up
With sparks across the sky
Freedom is what it's all about
A day to set aside
And have one big celebration
It's for our independence
That this country fought for
Every day there is a threat
From keeping our enemies away
From our doorstep
With hot dogs and hamburgers
Cooking away at the grill
Please stop for a moment and
Remember what this day is all about
where's the beef?
Wendy's most famous advertisement that went viral
this ad disrespectfully put down other chain's hamburgers
Indicating their meat patties were small
soon a catch phrase for the 1984 Presidential election
makig fun of Gary Hart and Walter Mondale
Nashville songwriter DJ Coyote McCloud made it into a song
this catch phrase was "on fire" in the US for a long time
my children used it to poke fun of everything unlikeable to them.
this commercial was hilarious featuring an older lady Clara Peller
she had the perfect face and expression to pull it off
Traveling away from the city
to the countryside
Heading for Strickland Lake
Picnicing by the lake
enjoying a swim
Spending time with family
Grilling out hamburgers
hotdogs and sometimes chicken
Watching people go down
the water slides and
jumping off the high dive
or diving board
Walking along the board walk
As you sit at the picnic table
enjoying your grilled out food
Squirrels start gathering around
looking for food scraps to eat
Sometimes getting up close
and very personal
By mid to late afternoon
you hear rumbles of thunder
That’s your que that the
picnic is over
So you head home
with the best of memories
I am the polar bear who loves to eat sweets.
You can have hams, chickens and other meets.
I like peppermint, chocolate and gingerbread.
Especially those men baked by my cousin Ed.
I am the polar bear who loves to taste icing every day.
Frosting makes my pancakes taste a particularly wonderful way.
You can have barbequed pork, hamburgers, steaks and such.
My mouth is ready for sugars, vanilla, and a cinnamon touch.
Orange Crush made us feel grown.
We were kind of older, on our own.
Grape Kool-aide was set aside.
We had cola now, and potatoes, fried.
I remember thinking the fizz made me feel old.
I was all of fifteen; Orange Crush taste was gold.
We were wearing two-pieced swim suits on the beach.
Eating hamburgers too, which cost twenty-five cents apiece.
The interlopers surrounded the old folk’s farmstead before dawn.
Farmer Jay wondered what planet they were now living on.
Their gravely gobbles were incessantly loud, it was a take over.
Farmer Jay’s hound dog was missing, his name was Leaf Clover.
What do they want? The missus asked her sweet husband Jay.
Not sure he said, but it does not look like a very good day.
Eat hamburgers and bacon at Thanksgiving was their soul-full yell.
They gobbled it all morning until the dinner bell.
Other demands were written down in blue and red ink.
By this time they had sold their farm to a young couple named Pink.
What about the turkeys? Are you taking them? The young owner asked.
They are your problem now, Farmer Jay said, picking up his statue of Bast.
college boulevard
college hamburgers
college dry cleaners
college day care center
college café
college laundromat.
I have a feeling we are close to the college I say.
My husband has no idea, watching the road like he is.
Sweet Shelby, so it's been one spin around the sun for us
Here's to hungry you helping have hamburgers (obviously there was too many)
Emptying the trash when there was no more room (clearly there wasn't any)
Licking up leftovers laying on the ground (even though you spilt them there)
Barrell rolling in poop at the park (a good reminder for a bath, to be fair)
You yank my arm off when you see a rabbit (it's a bit of a fuss)
Diligently sniffing out any treats (or any food for that matter)
Old girl, young at heart, my 80 lb lap dog (there's nothing I would rather)
Gave me a first year, I wouldn't have any other way
Oct 14, 2022
Delicious juicy hot dogs
Slathered with mustard,
Onions, slaw, and chili sauce
Some hamburgers, too,
On soft toasted buns
Cheese slices.
Yum!
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written June 1, 2022
Submitted to "What's Cooking of the Grill This Summer" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by M. L. Kiser
Roses can be green
The globalized world is a grey blanket
the common language and culture (consumerism)
A haze of foul jollity and hollow laughter
lost minds, save elephants and waterholes
life is self-indulgent a rush into the arms of self
where the famous chef wears a toupee.
Roses are blue, the only colour of today
oxalate hamburgers, beans in tomato sauce
sesame seed for breakfast, lunch and dinner
Eunuchs are ruling the worldwide internet.
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