Long Batter Poems
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BIOGRAPHICAL :
Favorite Artist – a biography of me; being an artist has let me see and feel into my human self
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/favorite_artist_1197475
A Vision of a Child - Catholic, recite my rosary every night, a desire to be closer to Christ
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_vision_of_a_child_618986
Batter UP - tribute to my nine-year-old granddaughter and her love for sports and desire to succeed, my constant companion
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/batter_up_676545
White Roses Subtle Elegance - written for my son and his new wife of their wedding day, I finally didn't have to worry
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/white_roses_in_subtle_elegance_1191614
My Alphabet - poem I published, used as a teaching tool for preschools and kindergartens
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/my_alphabet__701180
Admiration for the Person You Have Become - dedicated to my three sons that I cradled in my arms and wish I still was
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/admiration_for_the_person_you_have_become_762345
Tribute :
Abandon – tribute to my husband, his love for the woods; my first experience of the Callahan Mountains
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/abandon_1035103
GRIEF :
The Voices Echo in Emptiness - inspired by the lonely nights that kept me awake with images of him
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/_the_voices_echo_in_emptiness_1091596
Wisp of Love - about my heartfelt mournful emotions I was feeling
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/wisp_of_love_1221138
Christmas Mourning – the hollow feelings I was experiencing on the first Christmas without my husband
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/christmas_mourning_1089154
4/19/2020
10 POEMS THAT DEFINE ME (that's your title) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
This morbid 2020 is coming to its end.
Please love your family and all of your friends.
We are far more important than political views.
Keep forgiveness in your hearts, we have all paid our dues.
Our differences make us unique and never forget.
Most of us knew each other when our ears were still wet.
We are still the same souls, remember that kid at heart.
Together we are strong so let’s never drift apart.
I value you all, you are important and you matter.
We are all different ingredients that make up a great batter.
Life is short, keep in mind what really counts.
We all have our struggles, just in different amounts.
Keep forging ahead, take each day as they come.
It’s ok to march to the beat of a different drum.
Be yourself and try not to judge.
Live for today and don’t hold a grudge.
To every dollar there are 'one hundred cents' in Britian its
The same..Yet the reckoning is in pence.' Meanwhile i
Pound..' On the gate of reason.' At least thats the name it bears.' Here in this ' land of fluid thinkers?' Till my knuckles
Bones show bare.' There is no sense!! In the current world; so unfair..
This is orchestrated chaos.' And i get plenty of words' also
Visions so i can't sleep well.' His voice says..You must reach
Them' no time for a spell.' Apart from satans that thought
I answer.' Is that wrong? Am I back answering? Oh God
The whole world seems wrong.' Its all a test? I get that
Part! outward vision.' Versus spiritual realitys.' Its a start.!!
Was that my thought?? Or Gods reply.?? Oh such a tough
Call.' I stand back a lot mentally.' At this gate to spy.' With
Its bold looking signs 'full of colour' and those scripts' words saying welcome.' And equality.' Here we value reason.' These cant be quips.' And i see photos of people.'
And many other things images.' And mottos enough to get
Hearts to skip.' And slowly as I batter and call untill i'm horse
I realise somethings missing! Where is the key? But of
Course!! Then i hear measured footsteps.' A figure draws
Near.!! Covered in a darkness or a cloak? Do I feel a fear??
To late!! Its right upon me a lamp essays forth and the
Radience owerwhelms.' Also appears now a dove' yes of course'
Its a test comes my answer.' And this door I well know.' Yet
Its one of 'many.' Of billions and to them i ever go.' What
Test does not test one.? I pose this to you.' I was tested as
No other.' Despite all I walked on through..And for any who'll hear
Me.? Thats the choice thats all part.' Its vision versus reason its the spirit soul and heart.' He lifted up the lantern
And we walked back closer to the door He illuminated darker etchings i had never seen before? and in the dust at
The bottom there lay drops of blood, as He knelt down i
Glimpsed His crown' His hand.. And He pointed His finger I
Felt pure Love.' And then He started writing in the blood
Upon the dirt.' I negated sin to call them in.' Stop complaining (there is no easy earthly work!)
Is There Chicken Fried Steak in a West Texas Heaven
David J Walker
Should I decide
To commit suicide
It will be death by
Chicken fried steak
And would it not be a mistake
To go to my grave
Via a fine china gravy boat
I could float off to my
Eternal reward
Aboard a mountain of
Mashed potatoes
Amidst the shiny halos
Of other obese Angels
Of a better Chicken fry batter nature
But really
Does it matter what I weight
When I get there
Will they put me in a
weight watchers purgatory
Before I can behold the glory of God
Odd
To think that all angels have
Perfect angels and
A proper BMI ratio
After eating all of that
Angel food cake
Still
For God so loved the World
That he gave us
Chicken fried steak
Darkness corrupted my soul
But light only burned my flesh
A steady stairway to heaven
Transmogrified into the highway to hell
I'm not even sure I'm okay
I'm still north of Hell
But deep south from Heaven
My words squirm like mice
Confronting a King Cobra
Starting to dance like a jester
Maybe I always was a clown
For believing in life, liberty,
And the pursuit of happiness
Like, I still strive to be whimsical
Caked in the batter of despair
Just put me in the oven
But there's humor in the sadness
There's laughter in the tears
There's anger in the joy
And rage in the peace
Shatter the mirror to pieces
Reflecting my face on each shard
It's impossible to find the real me
But perhaps they're all real
And I'm faking their fictionality
So in the end I'm still just a phony
Selling the words I say
Instead of the words I mean
But sometimes the heart feels
That which words cannot articulate
So I might drown in the darkness
But I'll only fry in the light
So I'll take a mallet and bash the walls
Just to watch them all fall
And I'll forge my own path
Somewhere between light and dark
That is where the meaning of man
Will surely be found
many are lions as once was I,
but now I sit on the porch
and swing.
As I watch my lives go by.
would it be so bad to dream
and of dreaming be enclosed
in the circular motions
of others
I once wore a paisley shirt
and said goodbye,
watching an only ball
rolling down the gutter
disappearing
into the mouth of a sewer.
Those empty moments of every life
where the thought never occurs
Astonishment
is what they call it:
the unexpected experience
a dead zone.
the zero.
Our heroes
always appear in bright spots,
hence the halo.
I have not seen my blood for a time.
It is the red that always remains
who we are, where we are,
what we are not,
it allows the internal to emerge
the external to enter
more often than not
there is fear
but when fear comes
you must remember that it comes
it comes.
therefore, it was never really here
to begin with.
I have tasted wooden spoons
when the batter is gone,
my tongue brushing the fibers
of the wood, it feels good.
that curved kernel of popcorn,
a golden retina of shell,
married to the curve of enamel
Artfully bonding to an outside tooth
where the tongue cannot dislodge it.
I tasted metal lips pressed to mine
where water and life emerged.
the faucet was my friend.
I tasted places where tongues explore
and eagerness collapses,
touched the velvet back of caterpillars,
stroked pollen wings of things
more beautiful than I.
I have seen the beauty
of those things that mount the sky
I have slain and lain with things
and wondered why.
And I have thought.
This alone ought to be enough,
but we are always
and have always been
more than enough.
Shades of grey cascades on rainy days
Petrichor reigns after each pitter patter
Radiance of earthy fragrance does flatter
Teardrops down panes.. splitter splatter
Fades to whiffs chiding riffs spit scatter
Forever about weather they do natter
Seems the one thing that does matter
Flowers cowers at showers which batter
Tiffs as petal in fine fettle does shatter
Down trodden by a sodden mad hatter
Raised bed fed on shed drops clatter
Spoils for alluvial soils a pluvial platter
Some veg in tatters others seem fatter
Folks chitter chatter.. prefer the latter
Cumulus nimbus nimbly flitter & flutter
Sunrays grasp after a last gasp stutter
Sliding gliding riding wooden shutter
Rasp of uncouth din off a roof of tin
Staccato rinse & repeat beat does utter
Burgling drains & gurgling in the gutter
Huddles of puddles cuddle and splutter
Parched Earth’s skin softens like butter
Mother Nature's own homegrown nutter
Folks groan have to clear up soaked clutter
Mumble prone to moan but not a tut tutter
Mustn't grumble need the tumble they mutter
we were talking about the good ole days
and wondered how these people would remember us
we got on a conversation about food and
those special items we liked from our favorite
grandma's.
we came up with some new recipes and
founded some new ways to
show the people we love
how to eat some real good food!
mockey : mockey
4 cups of self rising flour
1/4 cup of UNCOOKED gritS
1 CUP OF DICED MUSHROOMS
1/2 cup of parmesan cheese ( canned)
1 cup of crab meat
3/4 cups of red bell pepper diced
3/4 cup of diced green onion
5 T of crushed garlic
1/2 cup of chopped cooked bacon
3 T of chopped dill
3 T of lemon zest
3 T cayenne pepper
2 T thyme
5 T olive oil
2 eggs
1 & 1/2 cups of buttermilk
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oyster mockey: mockey
3 cups of self rising
1 cup of chopped oyster
5 T olive oil
1 CUP OF MINCED MUSHROOMS
1/4 cup of cooked bacon
1/4 cup of grits (uncooked)
2 tablespoon of cayenne pepper
1/3 cup of green onions
5 T crushed garlic
3 T lemon juice
1/2 cup of parmesan cheese (canned)
3 eggs + 5 Tablespoons of a malt liqueur
1 & 1/4 cups of buttermilk
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make a batter cook on a skillet until edges are golden brown, serve with
scrambled eggs and a yogurt sauce...
yogurt sauce
2 cups of plain yogurt
6 T fresh chopped dill
5 T chopped fresh cilantro
5 T crushed garlic
1/4 cup of lime juice
1 hot pepper (crushed and seeds removed)
4 T honey
5 T candied ginger
6 T chopped cucumber
she played her bassoon to the tune of " Mockey: Mockey-
Who loves me more" her brother played the piano, Her boyfriend
the bass, four others had Violens, and the guy who played trumpet
asked him boy friend to play the lictric bass, and I mean" they
were getting it in"!
I was in the mood for baking
With recipe book in hand
Instructions for a cake were found
I couldn't wait to start
Lining up all my ingredients
To reach them when they're needed
One by one the contents added
I think I'm ready to stir the bowl
Just then my neighbour came to the door
We chatted for what seemed like hours
We had so much to catch up on
I for got about the cake
I put the batter into the oven
Setting the timer for forty minutes
Anticipation kept me waiting
For the cake to be done
The oven beeped, I opened the door
Only to discover a giant liquid mess
I realized I forgot an important ingredient
The flour,it was missing
Instead of being angry
Laughter burst out of me
Better to laugh insteas of crying
Not all recipes turn out right
As sordid shadows sully somber skies,
lightning flashes; comb tangled locks of rain.
And thunder's echoing intensifies,
while rumbling over and over again.
A ghostly wailing haunts a dimpled lake
pummeled by rain, as a loon calls its mate.
And while the treetops tremble, branches break,
as swirling winds wildly accelerate.
Trillions of drops plummet in a downpour,
and on turbulent waters, whitecaps form.
Waves tethered to the wind batter the shore;
flung by the ferocity of the storm.
Clouds, drawing outside the lines, carry on
smearing charcoal greys across cobalt blue.
Yet, right after, Nature's phenomenon
is followed by feelings of déjà vu.