Cornfield aluminum recycled communion wafers.
We drank Gatorade wine from a stolen lunchbox,
sat Indian style in the irrigation ditch,
reciting Tool lyrics as scripture.
My IPhone had a cracked screen,
Her Android played only static and KORN.
We smoked straw wrappers,
wore hoodies like vestments.
God, in the form of a substitute teacher,
glassy eyed and smoked menthols.
She named a dead bird “Ezekiel.”
Buried it with her wedding ring
underneath the bleachers behind the gym
where someone graffitied “THIS IS NOT A revolution”
the snow didn’t remember our names.
Just a pager in her pocket,
still blinking after the apocalypse
FOOD FIGHT
YEAH! Yum I am sittin at the dining room table;
Smelling all them aromas of mom's Christmas coarses;
Moving hands arms and mouths of all the children voices;
Fidgeting, shirring wanting to pass over dinner
let's eat the coconut pie from Aunt Mable;
And Oh! yeah yum I can still picture that mill;
On table waz meets turkees, hams, wit' right and brown gravy's;
Warmth smell breads all types there waz hole wheat, white,
also waz sum hot butter-korn bread;
A side diss of jellies and jambs;
And real fo real butter
Vegetable's
Galore
Hole Cornel Korn, Pees, beats, karats,
salads sprinkle with salt N pepper and time;
And after all this, no fish;
Wit all this,
waz left, but dessert yum we eight homemaid kakes with flower,
yeah, and yum even had sum suite potato pi;
All this good Flavers Sights;
And yumming invites;
Kin folk babies whine;
All these foods in sight;
Man this ate write;
Ahh! stomach eights, eight to much Oooh!!!
Must be sum food fight;
For Contest: FOOD FIGHT
Sponsored by: Viv Wigley
Smile for a mile
Stay here for a while
Your grace face and reality myth
Is something I can’t keep pace with
“You’re amazing just the way you are” – Bruno Mars “Just the Way You Are”
I quote singers because I don’t plagiarize…
I realize that they are grand in my wild eyes…
But, in my tame-wild daydreaming, I wish…
Someone would read this – to turn their day around like an anguish
In reverse…
You’re not a curse…
You’re a blessing from on high
It’s something I can’t deny…(sigh)
“Shine bright like a diamond” – Rihanna “Diamond”
Speechless because this song speaks through me…
These lyrics I am most fond of...I wish these lyrics is like a magic wand
That can take away all the pain of past’s rain…God is here, healing’s near, I sea…
I see crystal clear that I’m not the only one suffering
I’m like a YouTube video, sometimes buffering
But, I am an incomplete masterpiece . . .
I want to give you chaos no more, but of peace…
Without the media involved
But, that’s another poem to polish up on…a riddle unsolved…
(the series inspired by “Clown” by Korn and “Clown” by Emeli Sandé)
The sun is shining,
warm summer,night
time to set the grill alight.
Wait untill the charcoal is white,
then you know,it's right.
Bratwurst, steaks,spareribs,
it makes my mouth water,
thinking of this.
The aroma of the meat
sizzling on the grill,
cold beer nicely chilled.
Salads,jacket potatoes,
garlic bread too,
any thing else,just wouldn't do.
Guests seated at the table,
all there from uncle Tom to aunty Mable.
savoring the grilled delights,
talking, well in to the night.
Aunty mable, stands up to go,
not too steady,don't you know.
Nothing to do with the drink,
it's old age, I think.
We party till early morn,
after having drunk, lots of korn.
Telling of tales old and new,
wondering how the time flew.
Yes that was a good night,
now it's time to sleep tight.
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