Mom would ring that bell
to tell us to come in for lunch
Some times it was liverwurst sandwiches
and other times it was hot dogs
But it was always delicious
and we were always well loved; miss you mom
Categories:
liverwurst, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Coal tar zombie mouth leaks town gas syrup
Meat hook telegraphy indicator cameras hypnagogic
Liverwurst elegy beneath the frosting
Cinderblock reverie churns with mildew
Manus? Grilled cheese sandwich.
Cantonal enchantress, covered blossoms.
Necropolis euthanized, springtime salad.
Rhinestone rookery smothers loquat
Categories:
liverwurst, africa, anxiety, conflict, courage,
Form: Free verse
Whoever dreamed up 'calories' is no friend of mine
I hold him responsible for my corseted waistline
Without his cruel notions, I'd first slake my thirst
Then I'd explode in a burst of liverwurst
Categories:
liverwurst, drink, food, paradise,
Form: Couplet
The Abundance Of Love And Money Writers Digest
I have had an abundance
Of love in my life
My cup does run over
Ever since I met you
My life has been filled
With love and happiness
I have had
an abundance
Of money in my life
When I met you
You were
my lotto ticket
You were my golden pig
You were the jackpot
Of the casino of my life
And now that I am an old man
I am overwhelmed
With such an abundance
Of love, happiness, and wealth
What if I die tomorrow
I will die content
With the abundance
Of everything I enjoyed
In my life with my golden pig.
Write a poem every day of April with the 2022 April Poem-A-Day Challenge. For today's prompt, write an abundance poem.
So believe it or not, and for better or worse, we'll be a full week finished with this challenge once we write today's poem! Are you excited? If so, would you say you have an abundance of excitement?
For today's prompt, write an abundance poem. There can be an abundance of things, both good and bad. An abundance of sunshine, money, and chocolate. Or an abundance of rain, debt, and liverwurst. Today, I hope there will be an abundance of poeming!
Categories:
liverwurst, appreciation, happiness, happy,
Form: Free verse
From best to worst
Boy, it hurts
Teddy's tasty peanut butter sandwich
Mixed with onions and liverwurst
Just what comes first
The peanut or the butter
best to worst
Amber fire sweet potpourri
Sour grapes flaming skin scared sunburnt
Personally I like chocolate donuts with my liverwurst ?
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Categories:
liverwurst, analogy, change, confusion, engagement,
Form: Free verse
Paradise Lost:Technology
No, sorry, won't grovel at its electronic toes!
People so busy on Facebook or texting.
Figures show younger people have
even stopped loving sexing?
So stuck to their computers are they!
Worse, human communication skills suffered the most.
"I'm good ", "thank you" and "O.K is all people can say?
Nor can they speak or write intelligently.
Dinners are the worst,when cell phones
jump out of pockets like juicy liverwurst.
At least in poetry I find, far more than
insipid three words.
You all blow my mind, your love, oh,how
it shows.
Whole paragraphs and wonderful life
experiences live here.
Poetry Soup~ our very last human hemisphere!
Panagiota Romios
4/7/2019
Categories:
liverwurst, technology,
Form: Free verse
Elf Giant grabbed me and threw me into a trunk.
Ouch! It was full of a lot of awful junk!
I piled stuff high, made myself a little goal.
To finally reach that golden high-up keyhole.
I piled stuff fast, and I piled it quick.
I climbed up the pile, through thin and through thick.
Some more unfortunate earth humans were being collected.
I could see them from my keyhole. How were we being selected?
My neighbor Lola was the next human in my sight.
She had a trench coat and blue jeans which were way too tight.
She was popped into a sandwich with liverwurst and fries.
Even though I had a clear view, I had to hide my eyes.
A corpulent giant mama stuffed in a red hat with flair
Did a wonka shake dance, and yes - she did it completely bare.
By the time I was rescued my eyeballs were big and round.
Now when I see a keyhole, I keep my eyes glued to the ground.
Written 1-7-2019 Contest: Slap the Muse and Turn It Lose
Sponsor: John Lawless
Categories:
liverwurst, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Suburban mother, neat, ash-blonde, divorced,
might pause beneath a Bedford bookstore awning,
then check her list - lasagne, liverwurst ...
today pilates, Thursday, coffee morning.
One week is like another, which is fine
(note on the fridge -- "collect new reading glasses").
She'll pass on Starbuck's (have you SEEN the line?)
The bovine bustle of the middle classes.
Ten years ago, I struck like Typhoon Trevor,
intense and strange. Endearments and demands
brought whiff of chaos. "Picket fences never
restrained me!" But I left with empty hands.
She went for bourgeois bland, for safety's sake,
and never sees what's churning in her wake.
Categories:
liverwurst, relationship,
Form: Sonnet
The academy of long winter grass,
an education in the backyard.
I always thought I was better
than the sparrows,
thought nothing
of that black cat
looking for his lucky break
on our porch,
the neighbors’ bastard dog
at the fence playing puppy.
One day our cousins visited us,
all dressed up in percale linen
and sailor suits,
little wealthy angels
gleaming in the sun.
“ Careful for the grass. It is wet,”
I said to them.
My uncle ordered fish and chips.
The cousins fed
the old changer cat
some of their fish,
the dog got some chips
and the sparrows the last crumbs
of Portuguese buns.
How long I lived on liverwurst
and happy bread,
how these stray animals
shared in a take away luxury.
I was no different from them.
I have been instructed on poverty.
Categories:
liverwurst, bird, growing up, growth,
Form: Free verse
Many Super Bowls ago,
We went to someone’s house;
I know it isn’t very nice
For guests to go and grouse.
But having been invited by
My husband’s friend from work,
I went expecting lots of fun,
With tasty food a perk.
For Super Sunday, people serve
Huge sandwiches or wings;
But at this party, food was scarce,
With neither of those things.
A table held a bowl of chips,
Some liverwurst and bread.
I think I would prefer to eat
Most anything instead.
If liverwurst was not your thing,
Well, you were out of luck;
And for the hours of Super Bowl,
With hunger you were stuck.
We made it through the night, of course,
But memory’s preserved
That liverwurst, which had to be
The worst food ever served.
Categories:
liverwurst, food, food,
Form: Rhyme
A dog has been hit, flattened by a truck
The driver speeds away
The Mystery Machine is in the vicinity we are in luck
Scooby Doo on a leash, to show he's not a stray
Shaggy's Liverwurst Peanutbutter Pizza coming up at the sight of the scene
Fred, Daffeney and Thelma begin to scream
Scooby Doo lifts his nose and smells the guy
Scooby Doo CSI
Shaggy recovers and puts up the tape
Thelma take notes on the model and the make
The van now has all the portable lab props
Fred cuts off the local cops
Daffeny broke a nail and everyone stops
Daffeny acting all innocent and shy
Welcome to Scooby Doo CSI
Tire tracks say a lot when read by expert
Baretta shows up with his fancy white bird
Barney Fife shows up with his fingerprint kit
Bobby Brady is asked to leave, what a twit
Shaggy and Fred slam a six pack of Bud Dry
Scooby Doo must continue, Scooby Doo CSI
Categories:
liverwurst, funny
Form: I do not know?
Mom always made his lunch before she was off to work.
Sometimes dad made it.
Mom knew exactly how to fold the paper bag.
She put his name on it
just so.
Not too big
so the other kids would notice.
The bag was folded down once,
twice,
three times
to make a perfect seal
and perfect handle.
Inside, a sandwich
on dark rye or wheat bread.
Sometimes it was left-over meatloaf
from Sunday dinner,
with lots of ketchup
and a slice of lettuce.
Fresh.
Other times, liverwurst on rye
with spicy mustard
and a slice of lettuce.
Fresh.
There was always some fruit and carrot sticks and maybe
a little green box of raisins
especially for lunches.
Maybe a little note
that said
Hi, honey. Have a good day,
or
There's a surprise in the cupboard
for you when you get home
or
Remember --
feed the dog.
Categories:
liverwurst, childhood, family, food, children,
Form: Free verse
First, be aware, all close by 6pm.
NYC, this aint.....
Second, call up.....
Specify delivery.....
Detail requests....
"How much are beers?
"$2.50 each..."
"Okay- I'll take 4 beers and a slice.
What's that come to?"
"$26.50"
"Huh?"
"$26.50"
"Hold on, 4 beers, each $2.50,
that's $10., right?"
"Yeah."
A slice is $16.50?"
"No, you have to add sales tax,
Oil surcharge, delivery fee, employee
dependent's education fund,
wear and tear on the tires,
and telephone imformation fee."
"sorry, you're right, that should be $29.50."
"huh?"
"Additional questions are $2.50 each...."
"Nevermind." click.
"Hello, Chinese Jade Restaurant..."
"Hi, any MSG?"
"No, we don't go to Madison Square Gardens"
From now on, english muffins and liverwurst!
Categories:
liverwurst, adventure, allegory, angst, business,
Form: Prose Poetry