Long Condiments Poems
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Pickling with delight
purge fruits of no blight
plus condiments right
pepper, garlic white
pleasing appetite…
Pickled relish
prayer*-blest dish
prods diet wish
propels weight-swish…
Pickles’ glow
pot luck flow
plates follow…
pressing
passing…
picks!
*Philippians 4:6 ...In every thing by prayer... with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
February 21, 2020
Diminished Hexaverse with rhyme and alliteration
Edited on May 6, 2020
1st place, "BRIAN'S CHOICE C,any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/14/2020.
Some people find comfort in living the same day
Every day doing what they did yesterday in the same way.
I know a man who ate a ham sandwich with cheese plain
No condiments every day and cut exactly the same
I thrive on change. Daily seek out something new.
Learning racquetball kept me entertained in 1982.
As soon as we had the tournament all interest was gone.
I dropped racquetball never going back. For tournament I’d won.
Some women wear the same exact haircut for twenty years
To change it up would instigate and initiate such fears
I know a woman whose hair looks like 1960’s Loretta Lynn
A different style is suggested every decade by her kin.
My hair has been black and blue, beige and turquoise too.
If I had to keep it the same way twice it would make me blue.
Some teachers can print their worksheets a month in advance.
Given a choice, I would rather have gigantic wood-ticks in my pants.
Some people live the same year every single year.
That would be my absolute biggest baddest fear.
In this arid plain of perennial drought,
as I stand transfixed with vexations rising in my spirit
and sadness lying mute as a stone,
I discern, I am alone with none to hold my hand
or share the burden that weighs me down.
Trudging through rugged paths
with my mournful shadow, tottering along,
the past sneers at me, breaking open
bottled up memories- of years spent in unbridled passion,
the smell of cigarettes, ganja and beer
wine and women, bet and gambling,
and the thrill of having won and lost
I used narcotic drugs many and they kept
gnawing into my psyche!
Once I walked with stilted gait
with friends and fans, amid laughter and haste
eager to please and to praise
Inebriated and effervescent were we
Fancied money could buy all we yearned
and turn this Earth-a virtual Paradise
But how swift was the twist of fate!
With no condiments, life suddenly turned bland.
The gorgeous castles I once built, burnt down to cinders
like dry leaves blown by the wind,
Friends, I thought never would desert,
flitted away one by one!
With dejection and despair warping me down
a rabid dog I strayed.
Grew irritable and vicious,
fled away from bond and bondage
spitting the saliva of my angst,I barked… barked at everyone;
“Where did vanish all the fabulous dreams
Whither gone life’s ritzy splendors?
But the wildfire burnt itself down,
now a passive stillness has settled in.
In this inert hush, as I grope,through murky corridors
with the sound of my footsteps falling like a thud,
a single query breaks out from within
‘Where shall I hide unseen
from this horrid loneliness staring me in the eyes?’
The Gods split us in half;
from two mouths and four eyes,
from two noses and four legs,
from two hairlines and four hands,
we became one, singular -
Plato tells us so.
Yet we continue, we strive,
to merge and meld,
to link and join,
to hold and partner
and comfort and shroud
our 'other', our missing jigsaw piece.
Think of Noah and his two by two,
even condiments on dinner tables;
see proverbs with ying and yang,
feel gravity - a push and a pull.
What is flame without match?
What is ink without pen?
What is throw without catch?
What is egg without hen?
The Gods split us in two,
Plato tells us so,
and we search, search,
for the fingers and ears,
the toes and the lungs,
for the shins and spine,
the knees and the tongue
that make up our 'one';
our mosaic, whole.
But a hand and a paw,
or a mouth and a jaw;
an owner's skin and a scale,
or derrière and pet's tail,
can be that mosaic and jigsaw,
that split half, the key and the door
for some.
Wanting to develop a
line of sandwiches
he labored with freinds
to get the right taste
and combinations
that with flavor
would intensify folks
need to be satisfied.
quality ingredeints
with concern to the
freshness and a detail
to perfection. He baked his own
rolls
made his own sauces
gground his own meats
and found the perfect deli to
buy cheeses and deli meats
the condiments were from suppliers
who loved to make great items.
The first food carts he took out
daily. With coffees and teas and water.
He sold Cuban porc sandwiches.
All American Burgers
Great sage and fennel sausages sandwiches
with relishes that were
savory-sweet and tangy.
When I'd go out with him
I'd say "Aye- Mista, toast my bread
and put the garlic spread
on it with swiss and chedda"
he'd tell me "you know me better
then that we gotta make it specail"
And he did, once I got a hot roast beef with
swiss and chedder with carmelized onions and garlic
on a toasted bun, it was so great" The fries
and the soda.
Perfecto, aint that right Catchey?
Catchey say's it's right.
Yes you are lacking in basic culinary skills
your cooking is wanting for a flavor thrill
And heaven knows you'll never make a savory dish
so close your eyes and use the chefs last wish
Food too plain and bland what do you do
get that jar of mustard and ketchup too
Don't be shy tastebuds counting on you
open that jar of mustard and ketchup too
Slather it, smear it, pour it on strong
the more you use the less it taste wrong
The vigor of mustard on your tongue
that sweetness of ketchup sings a song
Disguise that flavorless gunk on your plate
pile high those condiments for goodness sake
Make it bearable and a eatable chow
with sky high food prices can't be wasteful now
So be grateful and thankful that you are able to chew
your mediocre insipid rather mild boring cooked food
By simply adding to the table what you must do
a jar of mustard and ketchup too.
Condiments are used a lot
Especially when it is hot
BBQ and picnics see
Different ones for you and me
Ketchup is so red and sweet
Like your smile--a special treat
Mustard's yellow like a daisy
A pretty smell that drives me crazy
Like the perfume I can smell
Always making my heart swell
Mayonnaise is so thick and white
Like your love that holds me tight
Pure as white snow glistening
My hearts always listening
Relish is a pretty green
Eyes the most gorgeous I've seen
Shining with a love so new
Which is a special part of you
Condiments make our food yummy
And taste great inside our tummy
But you savor my whole world
I am glad you are my girl
artisan bread sliced
I baked on a stone
in a oven medium
on a warm summer day
placed on a stoneware platter white
on a table of butcher block
with the condiments I’d need
to prepare my noon feast
from the deli bought
baloney fresh as can be
on a platter laid out
slices fresh and round
to complement these
from the grocery I got
a tin of bright red
with Ritz crackers filled
with a butter knife spread
mayo pure and white
mustard nice and brown
tart as I like
round slices I did spread
upon the white bread
and covered them all
with crackers mirroring them
rebellion did raise
it’s little ugly head
and swiss slices square
on them I did spread
a second bread slice
to top it all off
to complete my noon feast
now ready to eat
The past sneers at me
Breaking open bottled up memories-
Of years of aimless wanderings,
Of days spent in unbridled passion,
The smell of cigarettes, ganja and beer
Wine and women, bet and gambling,
And the thrill of having won and lost !
Like the prodigal son, walked away from home,
Leaving behind kith and kin
Rambled through the murky corridors of life,
In search of pleasure, riches and fame
Once when I walked with stilted gait
Surrounded by friends and fans,
Amid laughter and haste
Eager to please and to praise,
Never, I knew this wouldn’t last!
Inebriated and effervescent were we
Went to ball and ballets
Fancied money could buy all we yearned
And turn this Earth-a virtual Paradise
But how swift was the twist of fate!
With no condiments,
Life suddenly turned bland.
The gorgeous castles I once built,
Burnt down to cinders like dry leaves
Blown away by the wind
Friends, I thought never would desert,
Flitted away one by one!
Now I discern, I am alone
With none to hold my hand
Or share the burden
With just my mournful shadow
Tottering along to keep me company
Having descried the truth
I should no more battle with dark shadows
Or get lost in the labyrinthine paths
I must get out into the light
I shall retrace my steps, back I will go
Embrace the safety of my home
And leave my heartache and sobs behind
Oh, I am not lost as my eyes are now open!
Placed Second
Pick- A –Title Vol.27 Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Edward Ibeh
Anesthetized, day one, I become her bug caught in the web
Asphyxiated, entangled and cursed, numbed to feel no pain
It was a Wednesday if I remember when we wed
She grew a beard and punished me for breathing
I succumbed to her femininity, her tooth
It was a pretty one to chew with. That's the truth!
It was a Thursday in the second day of Lent
It took seconds for my bank account to empty
Her power of persuasion left me blank
A testament to her awesome empty nest to come
Three days into marriage we finally went to bed
Precious consumed my brain and everything within it
Who needs condoms when you have your condiments
Mustard , ketchup, cheese and crackers please
When you don't have long to live you snack instead
Day four, she put me on a lease to walk outdoors
Dogs and cats make better pets than spiders
Sentimental to the end she took my soul and sold it
I succumb to her because she is my wife
Not because she held a butcher knife
By day five she grew fat, sprang eight legs
Became a nag, that's only natural they say
I'm not afraid of anything that screams at me
Because she says so
I wish six days a week to be united
Or at least to live another day intact
It is not wise to question honey's facts
Seven days in love must be our lucky number
Marital bliss numbs me to my knees
I survived to kiss the bride another day
It must be time to say Good Bye.........
Eight days a week I feel the love inside
Eight legs wrapped around my spine
A tingling sensation, sentimental spider
Before I die, before you eat my mind again my love
The alimony check is on the table, post dated for your pleasure
Don't get pregnant. Use protection
For your convenience before I forget
I will always be your prey before your friend
I pray you don't get indigestion