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living in snow-capped Boulder was Mrs. G. Golder
Her personality persnickety and colder
fourteen juicy pepper jack cheeseburgers would not hold her
Six candy bars too, Mrs. Molder whispered to my pal Soldier
Mrs. Molder was a snoopy neighbor of Golder
None of us ventured to guess which crone was older
Their birth certificates flagged inside a red folder
Kept by the F.B.I. in weather that was colder
What’s your guess? My sister asked, nudging my shoulder
I guessed Mrs. Molder, but my sister argued it was Mrs. G. Golder
To find the answer, we broke into the F.B.I. office in Boulder
Discovered they were twins; it was unclear which one was older.
The Downward Spiral of Addictions
by Shirley Rebstock 4/17/2015
Ahh the sip of fantasy, passion, your Heaven
Sweet kiss of deceiving love drawing you
My warm embrace will hug you, squeeze you til death
You will laugh, yes you will laugh until you cannot stop crying
Friends will join you on this merry-go-round of glee
If that is fun, how much more the roller coaster
Calmness, slowly creeping upward then, Bam, racing downward
So fast can barely see
Some get off saying that is enough fun, others like you continue the ride
Spinning out of control like a tornado
Leaving a path of destruction of hearts and minds of those loved
Who flee in despair
Some go with you in your desire to destroy self and ease your pain
Tomorrow you say, all will be well, you will be well
For today, ahh another sip of your true love, your fantasy, your passion
Your Hell
Having loved and worked with people with addictions, I have seen wonderful talented people lose their life and happiness due to this enemy.
God created people to worship and have fellowship with Him, so everyone worships someone or something. If we forget the God who created us, we will run
after false gods or demons. Deuteronomy 32: 15-18 and Ephesians 5:18-19, “Do not get drunk on wine, which leads to debauchery. Instead be filled with the Holy Spirit. “ With God all things are possible, even freedom from addictions.
PS: When I first wrote this poem and read to my grown son, his response was, " All right, all right Mom, I'll stop eating so many cheeseburgers."
Here is the tale of a Jewish hardware-store man
who guards the flame of his faith as best he can
in a remote corner of the Upper Midwest
where the count of practicing Jews is two at best
Our protagonist travels East, to Crown Heights, New York
where Jews never eat cheeseburgers, shrimp or pork
Among his brethren, so happy, he seeks out a blessing
from the great Rebbe of Lubavitch, a man unprepossessing
The line at the Rebbe's is really quite long
for so many come to see him, to help right their wrongs
When the hardware-store's man turn finally comes
he puffs out his chest, and he bangs his own drum
Rebbe, he boasts, I'm from a tiny hamlet in the Midwest
where my wife and I are the only Jews who pass all the tests
We keep strictly kosher, keep the Sabbath; we never do stray
As for our fellow Jews there, we can only cry and pray
The Rebbe nods and smiles, but before wishing him good-day
says, And I see you're determined to keep things that way!
Shaken, the hardware-store man is rendered speechless
He understands the great Rebbe has so much to teach us...
For the pupils of the Rebbe's eyes, gleaming pinpoints of coal
~ Stare directly and deeply, into every man's soul
McDonald's once counted burgers sold,
proudly posting the number on a big sign
outside of each of their restaurants.
It stopped when the number got too big.
(Would people not believe that
one-hundred and forty-seven billion,
nine-hundred and twenty-three million,
seven-hundred and fifty-six thousand,
three-hundred and eighty-nine
Big Macs, Quarter-pounders and
delicious double-cheeseburgers
had not been consumed, quelling
the hunger of the masses?)
Now the signs read simply,
"Billions and billions sold"--how prosaic!
So how may we count--
and post the number of souls in the world?
Looking at it in cosmic time,
souls are like fireflies,
flicking their luminescence,
on and off, on and off,
a moment of brightness is a lifetime:
a wondrous light show
in that black and fecund
sweet summertime evening
we call eternity....
Jingle jingle jingle jingle
Mac succulent and simple
Hamburgers, Cheeseburgers
Chicken & fries
Ice-creams ,desserts
long coffee with ice
We have tutti fruties
to suit your sweet toothies
Thick milkshakes
fresh juices and smoothies
We shake every wish
with salads and fish
We offer hot wraps
from our Donalds hats
Oh, Forget 'bout the rest
In beef pounds invest
Cuz uncle Ro Ronald knows best.
Jingle jingle jingle jingle
Mac succulent and simple
Jingle Jingle Jingle...
Parapapa, I 'm lunching it !!!
Offer of the day -One pound mac beefy burger
and another free pound ( to carry you home : )
Just a commercial poem...
Not for the commercial contest , but thanks for the inspiration L.M
I am in charge of a nominating committee.
I nominate what I believe the entire nation should eat,
and I nominated cheeseburgers and was supported by the democratic party.
Fried Chicken has always been a favorite of the republican party,
so I also nominated Fried Chicken, the republican party unanimously agreed.
Eat Anything You Want has been proposed by some lone independent,
whom you can also vote for, but who most likely won't win,
in a major election without funding and corporate backing.
Is this truly a democracy?
I can sell it to you as a democracy,
because you get to vote and choose what the entire nation will eat,
and in a well funded majorly publicized election,
tribal groups will form that are Pro Cheeseburgers and Anti Fried Chicken,
while other groups argue that Cheeseburgers will be the death of everyone,
and Fried Chicken will be the answer to everyone's salvation.
Is this truly a democracy?
I can sell it to you as a democracy because you get to vote,
but if you ask me, this questionable democracy as well as our vote,
is nothing more than one sad, pathetic practical joke.
… being played on all of us.
He's late
Or am I early
What time is it?
Can't see
The stars are uncoordinated.
Whose in charge?
What's with The mighty Mac wrappers
congregation?
Praying under the lamp post.
Nature's corpse,
Man's rubble,
Who won?
Stop thinking.
That's enough,
Never enough.
Gonna go;
Can't
Godot.
Fillet o fish;
Garlic mayonnaise.
Existence Is a annoyance
Feet hurt.
Toes to big. Or socks to thick.
That's enough;
It's never enough.
Double cheeseburgers,
With fries.
Nature's dead,
Cement Holocaust.
Let them follow.
Enough;
Gotta go
Can't;
Godot .
Form:
boy of eighteen driving a restless volkswagen
riding the hot clutch at kellogg street and grand
finding cool music by santana on the tune dex
finding tanned chicks in bikinis riding stingrays
riding cool like cats cruising for cheeseburgers
blond surfer chicks wearing beads from mexico
hitchhiking at noon for a ride to San Bernardino
bumming cigarettes with cleavages and lipstick
seeking bootleg kisses in the front seat of a ford
rapping stories about the rolling stones concert
talking tales of fuzz box nookie in the parking lot
boy of eighteen cruising the big circle in corona
riding the hot clutch at kellogg street and grand
I ate lettuce for a year
Only lettuce
And drank water
Lost sixty-four pounds
I have gained it back and sixty pounds more
I was young then, more disciplined
Now I am old; no one notices old
I can be any size I want.
I could be nine hundred pounds.
No one would notice
So now I eat barbequed chicken,
refried beans, mashed potatoes,
beef and noodles, cheeseburgers,
pepperoni pizza, frozen spaghetti,
frozen lasagna,
For dessert I have coconut cake,
pumpkin pie with whipped cream,
triple chocolate cake with frosting,
cinnamon apple strudel, cherry cobbler
with vanilla ice cream, key lime pie,
or whatever else I want.
I cannot drink coffee unless I put in
three packets of sugars, a bit of
chocolate milk, and a packet of
sweetened hot cocoa.
These are foods I do not eat:
vegetables, fruits, or lettuce.
I cannot stand to even look at lettuce.
We rolled through high school, just two strangers in the hall,
same circles, same faces, yet never meeting at all.
You chased BMX and I chased wheels on a deck,
two rebels in motion on lines that didn't intersect.
But fate’s a heavy hand that tangles every plan,
pulls threads through the chaos no matter where you stand.
It called us back to the passions we had when we were young,
as if the universe rewound the reel and said, “This is where the story's begun.”
I get nervous around you, yeah, you knock me off my game,
because what you think matters, and you don’t treat love the same.
Since the day we smashed cheeseburgers, laughing like fools,
you’ve lived rent free in my mind, breaking all my rules.
We were tested early, storms right out of the gate,
but some bonds don’t break when the world starts to shake.
In a life full of poison clouds and judges gone wrong,
you’re the one steady rhythm in a world with no song.
I see you in my present, and I dream you in my days,
like destiny scribbled your name in the cosmic haze.
Our hearts want the same things, the real things, the true,
the kind you don’t gamble, the kind you don’t lose.
They say people who can’t speak their feelings let music do the deal,
so, here’s mine in rhyme form, the way the brave ones feel:
If the stars wrote a story, they carved you into me,
not luck, not chance, but cosmic certainty.
So even if the world tilts, when the heavens bruise and scar,
I’ll still choose you in the chaos, and every poisoned star.
Because baby, long before we even knew,
the universe already drew its map from me to you.