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People loved my soup but they hated me.
Everybody referred to me as the Soup Nazi.
I was strict with people and they feared me because I'm scary.
I scream my head off, that's why I've never been able to marry.
Everybody knew something that was certainly true.
When people pissed me off, I yelled "No soup for you!"
I refused to sell soup to a woman for kissing her boyfriend while standing in line.
My rules were going to be obeyed, I don't care that enforcing them was unkind.
I refused to sell soup to a bald man because he wanted free bread.
When a woman found my recipes in my armoire, I wanted to be dead.
Just because I treated her like dirt, she published them and put me out of business.
I had to close my restaurant and return to Argentina, my life truly is a mess.
I demanded discipline, breaking my rules was what I didn't allow.
I will one day return to America and slaughter Elaine like a cow!
(This poem was inspired by a Seinfeld episode.)
Lavender Massage Oil, Lavender Sheets
The snowstorm doing its very best,
To sneak through the window panes
to our night of play and rest.
The almost musical crackling of our
grand fireplace.
Casting an amber-like glow on your chiseled,
beautiful face.
The armoire with lighting divinely glamorous,
A setting for lovers forever, truly,amorous!
Flickering candles add to our lovers' nest
ambiance.
The piece de resistance is warmed Lavender Oil
making our hearts swirl and dance.
Those magnificent,silken Lavender sheets.
So inviting and what a great and wondrous
Christmas treat!
Good-night, dear world~ here is where
this poem must conclude.
We wish all those in love, a very close,
warm, winter's eve, interlude!
December 12, 2019
The lock clucks once as if to chide
You best let bygones be
The door growls loud as if to warn
There's nothing here to see
Peering through the dim-lit gloom
I heave a quizzical sigh
A mocking echo parrots me:
Where memories go to die
Forty years stacked and packed
Thought-bubble-wrapped collection
Brooding bronze, mahogany desk
A dense mass of recollection
Now, where is that which I seek...
My parents’ old photo book?
Where everyone looks so hale and young
It will take some time to look
French armoire, Persian rug, Chinese chairs
A frightful Congo mask
Searching on such a global scale
Is quite the daunting task
The storage fees are adding up
I should sell it all, I should
Let it all just fly away
On wings of copper, silk and wood
But all this meant so much to them
Mosaic memory of vanished days
Within these walls, as in my heart
The echo of them yet stays
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For contest: Any Poem Meaningful to You
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
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Originally posted: Feb 23, 2016
(subsequently deleted)
PREVARICATION
why now? said I, with sunrise in bloom,
can it not wait for silvery moon?
what if I tell her my knee has once more,
locked-up with swelling, can't get to the door!
viburnum you lovingly bought at the market,
must wait one more day, alone on the carpet!
the shingles I promised I'd fix by nightfall,
must hang snaggly toothed, and with luck, won't fall!
your armoire whose foot has cleaved in two,
can wait one more day, I'll be in the loo!
all through the years, you always would say,
"don't put off 'till 'morrow, what's best done today!"
there is one last thing, I think you should know,
my love for you dear, continues to grow!
Stranded courtesy bittercold without food or drink
Dire straits necessitated
yours truly to bethink
outside the box (literally outdoors
of squarish structured nested dwelling),
where blinding albedo effect
forced me to blink,
additionally also ruffled tail feathers
of this sole surviving male bobolink
(North American songbird,
Dolichonyx oryzivorus)
pushing survival species
to extinction brink,
thus series of unfortunate events
woke resident chewink
(North American bird,
Pipilo erythrophthalmus
also called: towhee
or ground-robin),
tweeted from within
his cozy armoire chink
polar vortex froze habitat,
whereby arctic wind found
brushy areas to clink
unwittingly brambles ferocious
waving circular rotation
wrought minuscule countersink
eh, no bigger than a cufflink
his ornate bejeweled complex edifice
compliments of sizable income
allowed, enabled, and provided
opportunity in tandem
with significant other
to create acronym named dink
(dual income without kid)
acquiring handsome combined income
rendering and selling stylized goldfinch
also known as distelfink
common motif in
hex signs and fraktur,
which interpretive native folk art
eye state meaningless
without rhyme nor reason,
superfluous gibberish by George,
and/or...well... courtesy
following more purposeless gobbledygook
defying poetaster to incorporate doublethink
intelligently nsync with downlink
playfully, jauntily, and deliberately
creating confounding badinage eyewink
at thee, no doubt many
an anonymous innocent
reader calling me ratfink
under their breath or more
colorful brutal appellation
inducing cheeks of unknown followers
turning fifty plus shades of firepink
moost definitely concurring gink
perfectly apropos description
concluded individually versus
collectively, quickly, and
unanimously i.e. (think) groupthink
I approve this entire message, which
most likely tinders pet peeve,
concluding GoDaddy liberally did hoodwink.
I aver, an auspicious dark shadow(s) will zoom
as if birthed, sans starry eyed nebulous debris
across infinite fantastic space/time catacomb
constituting whirled wide web ringing Gaia's in utero
fallopian youtube from out cosmic podcast womb
closing gap 'twixt outer limits galactic blob
(traveling at hair reed greased lightspeed varoom
ming before twilight zone) as death spurt humanity
descends into black hole sun, sans linkedin kickstarting
permanent grim outlook, a buyer's market vudu boom
adrip oozing quasi ICE C, one trumpeting coxcomb
oblivious, asper whatsapp pining at edge of night,
whereby majority, viz remaining earthlings doth roam
tentatively ensconced in their "FAKE" Taj Mahal tomb,
awaiting rescue attempting, while lined against mushroom
supernova like explosion, each body just another brick
in human wall, where bribery paid to Johnny on the spot
if need arises to use gender neutral unisex restroom
unaware, while remains of day regarding third rock
from sun help at doggone woof lee warp speed loom
ming thru strung out dimensions, on par as (empire)
in final ejaculating decadent bacchanalian, foredoom,
when afar off (countless light years away), gloom
me salvation will soon be visited upon tattered tribes
prints in shining armoire constitutes developing
picture postcard poem, despite global darkroom
just like in the comix, an unassuming lgbtq migrant
rescues bedraggled human league more like village
people comprising bad company,
war ring MAGA Zion will resume!
To know, as at when due, to travel into air farther
You being the lead, my friendly bellwether
For real, I won't have doubt to my bearing
And where exactly, a safe stone to lay head overbearing
Teach me, please, oh lord
Time to hide, doing away sword
Without foul play to a late whistle blow
Send me sensitive signal to shine with peace throw
It would be evident my peace know no bound
After true divine measures have hit the ground
Teach me, please, oh lord
Time to shine, resisters been outscored
Swift steps at a stance to making a difference
Might have violated endurance bid in ignorance
Marking out pace in one's own designated strategy
Deviating Father's supposed scheme, real analogy
Teach me, please, oh lord
Time to walk with You in accord
My head; You built, You reinforce
Most times, my reasoning has no other source
You alone has always sharpens my points out of Thy reservoir
My aid in blue muse like soldiers' armoire
Teach me, please, oh lord
Time to run, and be gracefully restored
A needy loneliness, I will treasure
Even when all it brings is displeasure
Lips; running ones, I will imprisoned
Until I am done that time be awakened
Teach me, please, oh lord
Time to be silent and not been deplored
My true lying destination, I will unfold
Losing the diamond I've buried long untold
Many cards I've left behind, shall be dealt
Holding on to nothing, until nothing is left
Teach me, please,oh lord
Time to talk when truths have reward
A time being cool is hammered in silence
The forgotten memories are sharpened in accordance
To every path preaching emptiness and trying freedom
Becomes a solidarity; a brave and daring kingdom
Teach me, please, oh lord
Time to fight, even for no award
It aches to enjoy music in insolence
Growing forms into a standard vigilance
And keep mute to everyday, its fear
The death's threat, for a staged cheer
Teach me, please, oh lord
Time to be watchful for victory adored
Ominous and squishy thing in bureau drawer
I know because I head his silly roar,
Which angered me, shaken to my core.
You’ll go check it, if me you do adore…
What am I supposed to do? Ignore?
Your checking was rather pathetically poor.
I only gave you one tiny bitty chore.
Why must you right now go to the store?
Maybe I will run down to the seashore.
I stick out my tongue at the closing door.
I’m right back where I started before.
The interloper makes a tiny roar.
Next I call up my new armoire’,
Love you I say. He says “Love you more!”
Hey, what else do you need from the store?
I have multiples, you see, at least four.
Our husband’s life will never be a bore.
I’m not making this up, it’s not an urban lore.
That bureau drawer is starting to ascend and soar.
Good bye, I say to that ominous roar.
Stranded in bittercold without food or drink...
Though the following
twittering scenario quite absurd,
methought diehard adherents of mine
(intimation also quite far-fetched),
some unnamed readers insomnia
nevertheless could benefit courtesy
a thought provoking tweet
east of Eden heard.
Dire straits necessitated
yours truly to be atypical and think
outside the box (literally outdoors
of squarish structured nested dwelling),
where blinding albedo effect
forced me to blink,
additionally also ruffled tail feathers
of this sole surviving male bobolink
(North American songbird,
Dolichonyx oryzivorus)
pushing survival species
to extinction brink,
thus series of unfortunate events
woke resident chewink
(North American bird,
Pipilo erythrophthalmus
also called: towhee
or ground-robin),
tweeted from within
his cozy armoire chink
polar vortex froze habitat,
whereby arctic wind found
brushy areas to clink
unwittingly brambles ferocious
waving circular rotation
wrought minuscule countersink
eh, no bigger than a cufflink
his ornate bejeweled complex edifice
compliments of sizable income
allowed, enabled, and provided
opportunity in tandem
with significant other
to create acronym named DINK
(dual income no kid)
acquiring handsome combined income
rendering and selling stylized goldfinch
also known as distelfink
common motif in
hex signs and fraktur,
which interpretive native folk art
eye state meaningless
without rhyme nor reason,
superfluous gibberish by George,
and/or...well... courtesy
following purposeless gobbledygook
defying poetaster to incorporate doublethink
intelligently nsync with downlink
playfully, jauntily, and deliberately
creating confounding badinage eye wink
at thee, no doubt many
an anonymous innocent
reader calling me rat fink
(Ed “Big Daddy” Roth's child)
under their breath or more
colorful brutal appellation
inducing cheeks of unknown followers
turning fifty plus shades of firepink
moost definitely concurring gink
perfectly apropos description
concluded individually versus
collectively, quickly, and
unanimously i.e. (think) groupthink
I approve this entire message, which
most likely tinders pet peeve,
concluding GoDaddy
go tell Aunt Rhody
yours wittily, truly,
quirkily, nervously, jokingly
attempted to hoodwink.
Dark evening not even a star
Wrong night to be coming home from the bar
It’s an awful long walk to your car
Me thinks your door’s been left ajar
Is there even any gas in that reservoir?
Everything seems so creepy and bizarre
Something's eyeing at you from afar
What’s that noise? Could it be a jaguar?
Or a farm animal being led to an abattoir?
Might it be a monster or a wakened avatar?
Or just some old lady in a peignoir?
Isn’t that an arm sticking out of her armoire?
Me thinks you might get the old feather and tar
Aurevoir
Arrgh…
AP: 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on October 11, 2020 for contest HALLOWEEN FRIGHT sponsored by CAROLYN DEVONSHIRE - RANKED 2ND
and on October 19, 2017 for contest BOO - MONORHYME sponsored by ALEXIS Y. - RANKED 1ST