Long Casseroles Poems

Mama – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Mum » by T. Wignesan

Kevin Gilbert (July 10, 1933 – April 1, 1993) - father of Irish-English ancestry, mother an aboriginal from New South Wales - was orphaned...

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It had only been a few days
Still unfamiliar with my grief, (it was my first time, you see...)
I was such a novice to the proper routine
Of condolences, phone calls, and flowers
Pity in the air, ...a...

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what
A multitude of dishes is just not a sanctuary of fishes. Ok? Did you hear the trinkling of the water omitting from the tap? Gaps are small and small is smell and smell is stagnantly...

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Cooperative researchers and restorers
often experience Wins for nature
as Winning Spirit
of ego-eco-centering healthy lives.

CoInvesting in cooperatively-owned
and co-managed Earth,
Inside/Outside Future Searchers
eco-facilitating
outdoor nutritional management 
tasks
and issues

CoInvesting
in small nuclear-ballistic families
and large extended species--
regenerations of SacredTime

CoInvesting
in eco-dynamically
uninvited
WinLose and LoseLose
nature v...

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we were young and dumb,
but not reckless,
two boys skimming the edge of fear,
a twenty-year-old shadow
and his seventeen-year-old brother,
riding the spine of Interstate Ten,
from Tallahassee to San Diego,
then back to Florida—
outlaws without blood on our hands.

the...

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like visitors from outer space
they came with tears, and lined the sidewalk
long in face, and arms embracing
some (I have no inkling) who
they were or why they felt compelled to come 

dozens came with casseroles
a few...

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One evening, in a sleepy Connecticut town, the locals saw a peculiar sight,
a UAP had landed in an empty field, and man, it lit up the night.

They were, axiomatically, from a distant galaxy, here to...

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They're known by many names - taters, potatos, pertaters and spuds.
As a Hoosier lad I toiled hoein' taters and flickin' bugs off their buds!
So I was very well qualified when I entered the service, by...

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Accordin'  to my totally unbiased and very detailed research,
Jerimiah Flood pastored the Happy Valley Baptist Church.
From the pulpit he flailed his arms as if fightin' a hive of bees,
Elicitin' "Hallelujahs" and bringin' sinners fallin'...

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She is deliciously unhappy.
     Listening to heartbreak songs in minor keys, the melodies seem to flick her heart…flick,flick…Like the 4th grade bully who sneaks up behind everyone to flick an ear,...

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How can it be that autumn so soon again is stealthily approaching,
With its pleasing sounds, scents and varied hues steadily encroaching!
The bouquets of summer have faded and their petals they have shed,
Now, the maple and...

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My neighbor, Pete, is very frustrated
For two weeks he has been constipated
Then, in Poetry Soup
I heard him yell, "Whoop Whoop!"
His laxative had been activated!

He eats spicy food and lot of legumes
Where he shows up, a...

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How to describe the color of love?  Might you frown in surprise if I spoke of brown?  Dull, pockmarked, ocherous brown. 
A tarmac of grain, stained the color of earth, that never saw...

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Which is it?....
An ending, or a beginning?
Seasons, circling around each other like rustling leaves...
Which one steals the show, takes the glory?
With crimson crepe myrtle blossoms bursting
Yet struggling, hanging on in spite of north wind blowing.
With...

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Eat and enjoy life more
Eat and don't forget spice
Spice makes many things nice
Spice is great on vegetables
Vegetables with nutrients
Vegetables you can savor
Savor salads with leafy greens
Savor buttered corn or potatoes
Potatoes stuffed with chili
Potatoes in casseroles
Casseroles...

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The wind beats blue against my chest tonight
Of all the days you could have left – 

Nail my palms to my eyes I don’t want to see
What the world has done to me.

The swollen silver...

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Rare Cooking This Fine Morn

To have deep-thoughts, dreams a poet slowly eats
Or spiced casseroles of ink-piggy feats?
Meals written on yellow paper to enjoy.
Chinese fried rice with steamed adjective soy!

Experience new dishes, of rare flavor
Spread like...

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I Recall the Smell of that Place

I recall the smell of that place.
It came from the small side cafeteria.
I ate there daily for two months of my young life; 
From the heat of September 1959,...

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Shame on those who malign the green bean casserole!
It gustatory delightfulness I shall e'er extol!
With 'fork in cheek' I'll take nonbelievers to task,
And their foibles and biases will strive to unmask!

Folks who disdain this dish...

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Nudnick
By Sy Roth

Self, I say
Self,
Wake up.
Your ganglions 
Are asleep again.  
Wakey, wakey…
Those around you, nudnick,
Are whirling dervishes
Those who come and go 
In the Speakeasys of their lives
And I am a silent partner. 
Wake up...

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I am from bobby pins and countless bottles of Aqua Net hairspray.
From yellow blankets and pink satin, Russian Pointe shoes. 

I am from the yellow house with the brick red roof on the corner of...

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Our happy-go-lucky friend once invited us
at his place to what he called pickle party.
We all were intrigued and excited,
for he mentioned the unique recipe,
which would be delicious cheese sandwich,
each one with filling of different types...

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Thanksgiving Day has been a family tradition for years. The holiday's been around since
the 1600s when the Mayflower landed in a Pennsylvania town called Plymouth. Thanksgiving
Day is also about giving thanks for having good friends,...

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Allegorically tangled
with pink braids and lips that sparkle with blue paint
deeply connected to nature
while waxing the house plant's leaves
to a green, clean shine...
Perhaps that's me today.
For, tonight,  we will invite the flamingos for dinner
-these...

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Douglas T. Winkle,
Wasn't wrapped too tight;
He escaped from Dizzy Acres,
One cold November night

He raced to Harper's Farm,
Opened its massive gates;
Turkeys scattered to and fro,
Flooding the interstate!

He stripped down to his boxers,
Wielding a stick in hand;
Danced...

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