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Thanksgiving Day has always been a special holiday
A long tradition celebrated with family in a joyful way
In my younger years we went to my grandparent’s house
When I was young and single and later on with my spouse
Grampa Joe would make homemade coleslaw and pickles
And then played cribbage games with my cousins for nickels
Mema’s home was decorated early with wonderful Christmas cheer
Every wall with reds and greens and a collection of Santa’s everywhere
Decades passed, my Mema became a widow, then moved and lived alone
It was now my turn to cook our traditional meal at my early decorated home
Turkey, stuffing, harvard beets, stuffed celery, deviled eggs and the fixings too
Now a new Thanksgiving tradition, I hoped for many years, but only just a few
We lost Mema a few years ago, Thanksgiving now feels different, so bittersweet
We spent last Thanksgiving home alone with some traditional fixings and treats
We hope to still spend Thanksgiving days with my Dad and our family together
I will cherish my years of Thanksgiving Memories, they are in my heart forever
10/28/19
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Savanna Tannier just bought a new station wagon. Talking about painting it and rimming it up. Putting dital thangs in the "Ding Dang"! I heard that it was Spintez turn to do the painting, that junx gonna be soothing. Swaag got Rhizz and class: gonna do the thang!
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Ya'll see Tempez's food tray? They went fishing this morning and turn that catch into crouttess already. Scalloped potatoes and crouttes. We take two gallons of water and sugar with us everwhere we go: we make Powder drinks! Coleslaw was great!
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How are ya'll whenb I aint here: I heard that she wanted to know what was said about her in liue of her absences so she asked. frontoll what them peoples say bout me? Told me some stuff sound like StarkTrick Dah Muffie. I don't know why they think peoples like them cause I don't. I heard that yeah girl!
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Ya'll heard them rockin on WLUW tonight they played "Big Meanies Groove" and mixed it wiff "Gaulle Gum" Thangs was hot til they played " Dingle Single Gal" No body wanna hear know Ghetto Grooves on no Friday!
Call ya'll back later!
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That is one pretty shirt! Where you get it? I want one for The "Maltease Concert" Music night. Iam gonna go get one this evening to wear down: Huffles Bar and Grill" Burger night with Dick on the turntable girl! All the "I mostri dell'epoca Dai 21 anni in su!". Get my morning coffee ready! I heard that said the other! I heard that!
Nature's divided into four seasons
each eye-catching in a similar way
and yet, different for many reasons.
Winter's crystalline beauty carries sway
but She is both barren and deathly cold
with a hollowed-out heart of papier-mache.
Spring’s spectacle slowly breaks Winter’s hold
accompanied by a moist April breeze
She showers snowdrops as petals unfold.
Summer is known for Her emerald trees
dandelions, coleslaw, a picnic spread
grasshoppers, hummingbirds, and honeybees.
Autumn colors the leaves in shades of red
scarlet, crimson, puce, orange, and yellow
weaving a fitting shroud for Summer’s dead.
Together they keep the planet mellow
each a fine-tuned string on Nature's cello.
10/12/2019
The Empty Nest
What shall we do today?
Now the nest is empty
Not as much washing to do
When the kids lived at home there was plenty
Shall we go out for a meal?
A two-for-one meal deal will do
Instead of the usual bargain bucket
Which would feed a slew
Chicken wings and coleslaw and fries
And a large tub of chocolate ice-cream
Drew would eat more than his fair share
His love of fast food was extreme
When we get home from the restaurant
I'll look in the boys bedroom door
And i'll think how bare the carpet looks
With no discarded clothes on the floor
I'll lie in the bed and think
That the house is far too quiet
And think of when the kids were here
Music blaring and running riot
I feel a sense of loss
And feelings of rejection
I'm laid here with my loving spouse
But I feel a disaffection
I think that what we had is gone
I'm starting to wonder whether
Our children living at home
Were the glue that kept us together
It was not a dark and stormy night and the
captain was not on the deck of his ship.
He was at the old Spanish Inn at a table
by himself. I asked him what he was eating.
He said, "Tuna on rye, coleslaw and a mug
of beer." He was furiously writing something
on a paper napkin.
"When it's not a dark and stormy night," I
asked, "and you're not on the deck of your
ship, do you often come to this old Spanish
Inn and sit at this table?" 'Though he was
busy eating his tuna on rye, coleslaw and
sipping his mug of beer, he replied that he
liked to sit here and write.
"And, what will you do when you retire?"
I asked.
"If it's not a dark and stormy night, and I'm
not on the deck of my ship, I'll probably
come to this old Spanish Inn and sit at this
table by myself and order tuna on rye, coleslaw
and a mug of beer. Then I'll probably sit and
write for awhile. Here's one I wrote:
It was not a dark and stormy night, and I was
not on the deck of my ship. I had come to the
old Spanish Inn to sit by myself and write at
a little Spanish wooden table. I had just
ordered tuna on rye when the waitress asked
me what I was doing. I told her I was retiring
and had come to this inn to sit and write
poetry, repetends mostly.
It's such a pleasurable thing
having a sandwich to your taste
one that make your tastebuds tingle
you want to enjoy it not to haste
Firstly take nice wholemeal bread
spread on some nice creamy butter
this gives it such smooth texture
not like others that seem to stutter
Put on a fresh iceberg lettuce
covering it with some coleslaw
give it couple slices of cheese
then sliced onions nicely raw
Now to finish it off a real treat
take a few slim slices of ham
honey cured such a sweet taste
giving your tongue healing balm
Just add a little shake of pepper
now you're ready! looks a sight
can't just sit and look there at it
go on! have a munching good bite
I ate cookies for lunch and spoiled dinner
but somehow I never seem thinner.
Stop drinking fruit juice unless
it's zero sugar for me now best.
I love everything about steak except the price
eating a spoonful of steak sauce must suffice.
Fish is fishy so gotta deep fry it southern style
crispy cornmeal batter makes it palatable somehow.
Fried chicken needs pickled jalapenos with that heat
and an old fashion coleslaw milky cool and sweet.
What happen to that Old Fashion Loaf lunch meat
a flavor unique and once a great sandwich to eat.
Coco Cola classic is now Diet Coke
consuming less calories is no joke.
I am not overweight I am fat
enjoying too much food a reason for that.
Sunsets of a thousand colors,
jumping into crystal blue waters,
yeah, baby - school's out for summer.
At first, it’s a shock - ignoring the clock,
we’re like prisoners set free
- for a two-month party
- and no responsibilities
Ditch the books b1tchez - you’re my tribe
- summer’s our vibe and it’s time to slip-n-slide.
Barbeque, corn on the cob, juicy peaches,
lemonade, popsicles, hot sandy beaches,
thunderstorms, short shorts, cotton candy clouds,
let's get a little too silly and a little too loud.
Coleslaw, hotdogs, sharing French fries
Charles smokin' ribs, burgers piled high,
lounging by the pool, with friends dropping by.
Sunglasses, flip-flops, midnight walks, crop tops,
sunrise mornings, throwing frisbees in the park
Playlist DJ’n, the bare feet are tappin', we’re TikTok dancin’,
and, truth or dare, I’m seeing a couple of new romances.
Ferris wheel spinnin', funnel-cake eatin’, roller coaster screamin’,
the kettle-corn’s poppin’ for rom-com streamin’ and reality-TVing.
My mom asked, “Why are you girls all sleeping in one room?”
The answer? “Cause there ain’t no cure for the summertime snooze”
Why doesn’t someone make a sunblock perfume?
Umbrellas, watermelons, 3am dips, Taco Bell trips
and roasting marshmallows on the poolside fire-pit
Beach towels spread like butterfly wings,
hey, our tans are starting to match our bikinis!
Come on, relax, have an ice-cold martini.
We’re not doin’ nothin' - we’re makin’ memories!
Easter morning brings stress
asking for God's advice
Three-hour drive to parents
asking for God's patience
slow traffic and detours
asking for God's guidance
I will be ready to turn around
asking God to just get us there
So relieved when we arrive
I'll be hungry and tired
tons of food will await us
brightly colored eggs
sister's homemade dressing
dad's homemade peanut butter pie
sister's chicken
mom's coleslaw
my store-bought king's Hawaiian rolls
car ride home will be interesting
eyes will be propped open with toothpicks
belly will be hitting steering wheel
and I will be ready for bed!
Easter poetry contest
Regina McIntosh
April 1, 2022
I Lovingly Remember Summer
I remember the golden as tea, warmth from the
tangerine sun, on my young, tanned back.
I remember swimming in the cool lake and the
delightful waves, drenching my young skin.
I remember my going fishing and was so glad
when the fish got away and swam to freedom.
I remember the smell of outdoor barbecue pork
and beef, coleslaw and the closeness of family.
I remember jumping off the white, wood pier, into welcoming waves.
Despite being so terrified but overjoyed that I could do it.
I remember neighborhoods in Chicago and we rarely
locked doors, as there was an absence of fear.
I remember playing on the sidewalk with my childhood
friends, under the summer moon that came to smile at us.
I remember the freedom of no seat belt laws and we stood
in the back of Daddy’s car, played games and house.
I remember when cars were not made the size of coffee cans,
and were stunning, with huge,whitewall tires .
I rememcer the sane and beautiful music of the 1940’s like Cole Porter
and George Gershwin, playing in the car under full monlit summer’s eves.
I remember how we were so very proud to be Americans, whose theme
was whispered by the trees!!
Even though I am older~all these, are the paintings on my soul.
I remember the laughter and joys of my carefree days.
But ~ my best memory is a surprise, and is yet to come!
7/3/2024