Shopping day today and my supplies are low.
I plan on inviting everyone to a cook out
so I better make a list of what I will need.
I will need tolerance – sure I have some, but
there will be many showing up and I doubt
they will bring their own – for my crowd
will be many and varied.
Humor, humor, humor. I had better stock
up on that. If these people don’t
just get over themselves
and learn to take a joke, then I’m afraid
they are in for lots of very preventable aggravation.
Common sense. Now, I know it’s not
the most sought out hors d oeuvre , but
it is the most important. If more people would
help themselves to generous helpings of
common sense,
I do believe things would be much easier.
Some charm, civility, manners – good God, yes –
intelligence wouldn’t hurt, and we could
have us a real good time.
Unfortunately,
most people like to pig out on the
jealousy, envy, pride, prejudice on the
other tables. Scoop me some helpings of
rudeness, guile, back stabbing and pity while
you’re at it.
But, not at my cook out.
You only get served tolerance, humor, common sense,
charm, civility, manners, intelligence …
Come join me, but be prepared to join in.
Categories:
hors d oeuvre, imagination, introspection, life, people,
Form: Narrative
From strength to strength...
...this full body this flow...
I find myself in the soup...
my palet hungers the flavour...
where artisan and genius grow...
poets feed the ladle...
we all feel the sweet interpret...
this nourishment gathers all to celebrate...
...from our rich decant...
each poet decorates...
...we breathe the nearer...
...the deciduous - deciphers
...more brilliantly...
...our soup full compliment...
Categories:
hors d oeuvre, passion,
Form: Lyric