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Last night my friends, they invited me to dinner,
They picked the place, they said it was a winner.
I searched the menu for, no egg, dairy, or meat.
O Boy, I thought, what in the world will I eat?
The waitress came over with a big old smile,
I told her, I’m vegan, this may take a while.
We are known for our chicken, she said quite proudly.
I bit my tongue, and did not respond too loudly.
Chicken is meat, I said calmly with a grin,
Oh, but we have fish… yep, she did it again.
No thank you, I said. I’ll just have a potato,
And if it's not too much trouble, please throw in a tomato.
The food arrived, and my friends started to stare,
Is that all you’re going to eat? They asked with such flair.
I just smiled but I thought, What is the big deal?
Can I not just enjoy a cruelty free meal?
-Mary Waldeck
What's poetry don't ask me
Poetic tools? Have no idea of them
There was time when thought would pour out from within
I would write them in dairy
I thought what I wrote was poetry as poems poured out from within
Now still thoughts come from within but have to work on them to create poetry
Different poetic forms
Unique requirements
Once I finish sometimes thoughts are lost somewhere
Is this poetry?
I question myself
I am not really sure
Simetimes I feel it is prose not poetry still I get a prize
I am now confused on what is poetry
Is it an art or science?
What is the role of muse when I tamper with thoughts to write a poetic form?
Daiya vegan non dairy cheesecake - oh yum!
Hard knocks Methacton school alum
ofttimes finds ruing his fate
while squarely planted on me bum
disheveled and unshaven,
whereby gray stubble encrusted
with wayward synonymous days old crumb -
after wolfing delectable entitled treat
buttered fingers drubbing upon tabletop
analogous to playing a drum
oy vey, yours truly cannot believe
he ate the whole thing -
argh... my poor tum.
ALDI GIANT supermarkets
(within small radius of miles
from me Schwenksville, Penna abode)
sell delicious delectable treat
goading, inspiring, and spurring me
to craft poem essentially
patronizing manufacturer,
whose skilled food technicians
engineered absolute winning dessert
courtesy their natural born talent
schooled (most likely at culinary institute)
possibly supplemented insync
with advanced degrees
at other institutions of higher learning
after various and sundry
trials and error
concocting mouthwatering secret recipe.
Lemme use hypothetical situation
to accent chew ate,
how alluded dessert tastes great,
especially when rumble in tumbly
clamors for glorious goody
regarding appetite to satiate
unfortunately circumstances
force your truly to wait.
If (the following
constitutes far fetched scenario)
stranded on a desert island,
I after falling to Earth
when parachute fails to open,
weighed down by an excess of
Daiya vegan non dairy cheesecakes,
would finagle an empty pie tin
to signal an SOS.
If left to my own devices,
(where you dear reader
would discover one humbug),
I would be forced to scrounge around
rubbing two sticks together
to create warmth
plus distilling oils -
derived from edible herbaceous plants,
whence I would ejaculate
(not prematurely) - olé
to sauté said greens with wild mushrooms.
Her office was in Middlesex New Jersey
She had been a Cattle Broker in
the brokerage Firm of
"The States of America United Cattle Co."
an affiliations of Dairy farmers and Cattlemen
who ship cattle, Milk, cheeses and beef
across a wide assortment of places.
A cattle Rancher from Denmark sold
his family farm and came to America
with his Nigeria wife. They came to America
and bought 460Acres of land and 100 Jersey cattle
they breed Wagyu and Belgium Blue mixes for beef
But they reserved the Jersey cattle for ice-cream milk and
cheese.
" oh wonderous the toils of farming
a wonderous toil indeed"
he once wrote of his happy life with his
beautiful model like wife.
He once said he loved her because she loved him
but said "more often then nought
that she could get down and dirt with the best of them!"
When he learned to invest in Brown Swiss Cattle to
yeild a greater and more profitible
cheese harveest he did and he learned to thank Plutus for the advice.
Nanna, Apis and Hathor spoke to Plutus and told Plutus that
they'd support the union of our breeds and the adivce would
profit him, his family and his community. The increase of your produce and increase of
your flock Plutus spoke to him saying. The Charrasco shall play to the praises of God: that he and he alone hast blessed me.. That he has caused the grasses
to grow and our herds to mulitply. Now we might guard and perserve them.
The supermarkets in Manhattan
Naturally are small,
Perhaps to compensate for
All the buildings that are tall.
They aren’t meant for shopping carts
Or giant stock-up sprees.
Most people grab the items
They can carry home with ease.
Today, though, in the suburbs
I hit Wegman’s - what a store!
So huge it seemed like there were
Miles of aisles to explore.
The produce all looked fresh, as did
The dairy, fish and meats.
The bakery was filled with lots
Of yummy fresh-made treats.
And oh, the choices in the section
Set aside for beer!
The IPA’s alone produced
A grin from ear to ear.
For someone used to city marts
I sure was blown away,
But overwhelmed by all the stuff
So tempting on display.
Being a Black Man
Reflection of one
The need to be loved and admired
The representation of Determination
Survival on responsibility
Being supported through a family
Born Leader in take charge
Family Component
Storms of uncertainty
Wonder into realize
Respect vibe
Sometimes beaten, torn and worn
The need to fight
A fall down with a get up
Struggles mount with no count
Dependability
Society wants the Black Man to crawl and bend
Opposition wants, but Black Man principles won’t.
Society wants the Black Man to step back
The Black Man was created by a higher calling being purpose
Virtues in the honor
Sometimes the Black Man feels alone
No back up, but own thoughts within
Strong body, but weak in the mind
The wonder if assurance still lives
The survival way
To have or have not.
The Need, Desire, Fulfill
At times, it seems the Black Man is drowning in fate
Suddenly, inner strength brings the Black Man to the surface
Eyes like a spotlight on the Black Man in “Do you know what you want in life?”
Black Men are who they were meant to be
They must feel it and achieve it
Always the assumption interpretation in observation
Judged on looks and not character
Yet the Black Man continues to stand
A must.
Holding onto pride being the Black Man
The Try, Can, Will and Shall
Never easy theory
The Black Man Image
The thought being privilege
Sustaining
No matter what
All Black Men speak
Defeating conquer
Into overcome
Black Man today and well into everlasting.
Family History
by Edmund Siejka
A sense of guilt
Made him search the hall closet
Until he found the old cardboard box.
Opening it
He stared
At a handful of dusty photos.
He remembered Aunt Jenny,
Who told funny stories,
How families in Europe
Lived near borders and one could have a German last name
And be French or even Czech.
Or how uncle Tomas
Made his way to York, PA.
Thinking it was New York
When told that it wasn’t
He shrugged his shoulders
Saying York, PA was okie dokie by him.
Or cousin Laurence who worked in a coal mine
Until he couldn’t take it anymore
And ran away to a dairy farm in New Jersey.
Putting the faded photos back into the carboard box
He wondered if his granddaughter really wanted
To research their family tree
Like she promised.
When the realization came to him
That most of the photos had been thrown away
Back when his father said
No one wanted to remember the old days.
Pushing aside coats and jackets
He carefully returned the box back to the hall closet
Regretting that he never kept the old photos and papers.
Sitting down
He wondered if anyone even cared
That the old days had been mindlessly tossed away.
Look for the black and white cow,
the water tower,
the high school where astronauts
grew up to be dancers.
If you come from a foreign land
truck-stops provide rest and release.
Be sure to always wear plaid.
90 miles east of Wapakoneta
on US 33,
you can catch a small plane out.
If you are caught unawares
be sure to visit
the bicycle museum.
The young women
are the fairest in the land.
Freckles are still legal.
Males are predominantly
red faced.
There is very little prejudice
against corn-dogs and hogs.
Drugs of choice can be found.
If you drive a banana yellow
Chevy Corvette
you are asking for trouble.
Information regarding how to leave
can be had at the Dairy Queen.
A comely girl works there part-time.
She may look at you
as if you had horns
growing out of your head,
but keep nodding and smiling,
until she points a finger
southward.
It’s a straight shot
down I-75.
Irish Cream Cake
I stir and mix
rich ingredients in forty shades of green for kicks
inside our T-castle by the bay
shanty sea songs we shall play
he sings along, blare’n A Pair of Brown Eyes and Wellerman
Celtic tea cake zesty
raspberry tea tickles my fancy
energy light and airy
a treat of nostalgic dairy
màireach brings bákús blessings!
Chocolate dallops and drizzles stuck
and four-leaf clovers for good luck
kindly do indulge
each bite pure decadence to divulge!
St Patrick’s Day Eve
3/16/26
St Patrick's Day POTD
3/17/26
Better Than Best!!!!!
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Ruther Casttill a pension schemer, and retired
Dairy farmer: who married Lilly Coa Dang's daughter who is one of
Adebayo Ackah 16 children. My name is Trevor Slocombe.
Ruther Castills great grandson who lives his fathers and grandfathers legacy of being a four cow dairy farmer.
Making money the cheapest way possible. When he heard
Drollery the Ampestic Poet: he responded in song
the sounds of rhythmic music made the people dance. His voice crooned and soothed while a loving audience applauded and sounded
to the Tower Toned background sung to perfection.
He sang
"That perfect Day" with original sounds composed by folk who wanted music to make
uninspired people feel like the first note began the newness from frustrated place. Much more than those "Ooh Baby songs" of yesterday.
"We love them too" and ya'll know "we got something going here"!!!!!
"WE got Sumthang Going Here"!
Writt
"Smoochie"Plutus Bisento
Composer: Conductor: Crooner: Lover!
Cantor Extraordinaire
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A supper of
Crown of Pork
with a cornbread stuffing
and saucage gravy
I curled into a ball andwas overwhelmed with
a feeling of satisfaction.
: while
I sipped Cotes du Rhono
listening to this sexy -woman including me
in the next few days!