Long Deviled Poems
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Scratching at reality
as it bites
the head from time
Struggling yawns at insipid dawns
relevance bends and breaks
Front to ???q
uck says the f
defend the loose errs
Keep has been kept
Defy imagine nations
Diction orders the nary
Words twist into swords
lest we test the letters or just be settlers
Take my open hand
no hope and nowhere to land
control and condone the remotest controlled
Rolled and rocked
To a beat that doesn't follow
too morrow worms and tow two moor
Thin king or is it just an ink thing
any one an inkling
Can't follow then don't
Pb is led
All that glitters is not Au
Looking for Ag in the lining
Dread dead add ad a
Live lived veiled deviled and reviled
Knew knew new
Sympathy grows closer with an e
all of us junkies
made from drugs
electron bursts
in dreams of unknown hues
as i walk in deaths corroding shoes
I wasn't there again today
wonder what the man on the stair had to say
Reading a poem about a horse
with a stain
on the author’s page. Patron
ate something saucy,
as he read of a war statue,
forking or spooning
probably pasta or slurping
poetry, precariously, I ponder,
as I wait for the oven timer
to deliver dinner. Deviled
ham quiche - the aesthetic
embodiment of
eggs & cream, cheddar,
onions & cayenne
firmly held in its shell.
I’ll eat in the early afternoon
and get a lift
to see Cheap Trick &
Rod Stewart. Not the cheap
seats, but the special ones
saved for the limo driver’s guests;
he will be chatting it up
behind the stage or
just standing by.
I can’t get past a couple
pages, having stopped
at the blot. A library lie
that these hard-covered words
are all mine, well his;
a-muse-d at a blank page,
how I’ve filled its plate,
and how
I will separate
my pie from my eye.
Just one egg left so what should I do
how should I devour you
Eat it raw with Tabasco sauce
chopped in a salad freshly toss
Fry it but how over-easy is fun
sunny side up but don't want it to run
Eggs Benedict with creamy Hollandaise sauce
simple fried egg sandwich would be boss
Egg salad creamy and good
poach it just right like you should
Deviled eggs are a heavenly treat
never can an omelet be beat
Hard or soft boiled just right
scramble with butter fills the appetite
An airy souffle' melts on the tongue
a golden custard pleases everyone
Make a quiche with bacon spinach and cheese
frittatas have everyone shouting, please
Separate the white from the yolk
come on now this ain't no joke
One little egg the possibilities galore
better go to the store and get a dozen more
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
Contest: Thanksgiving Memory Contest
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
rider on the deviled dust.
Solitude, is what you trust in most.
Have you no warmth for mankind
I hope that what you are looking for you find.
A mystery inside.
Out on the desert plains.
From the world you hide away.
In this blighted place
Where the demon djinn whisper on the wind.
Where self sacrifice is destined to do you in.
Where good advice comes from only you and yours.
Of sense and memory each day trys to erode.
Each action solemn in this death dance.
Fortune, fleeting like the sands through your hand.
To God in your prayers and penance.
Is a gratitude, still, and you smile of it.
As your blood works to cool your brain.
Busy miraging over the sand veins,
at the carrion, in wait.
As they circle in patience amongst the dunes.
For your martyrdom, as you search for the rains due.
A wraith in a barren wasteland.
Surveying your sparkling kingdom.
Thinking anew of the multitudes, who will never weigh
true.
The sands upon the scales of freedom.
Apple crumb and angel food cakes
Butterscotch banana shakes
Chili, Chinese, cheese, and chips
Doughnuts, deviled eggs and dips
Éclairs, English fish and chips
Fudge, fondue, fritters and French crepes
Guacamole, gumdrops, frosted grapes.
Hash browns, hot dogs, ham and honeyed scones
Italian food and ices, ice cream cones
Jelly rolls and jelly beans
Kish kabobs and Krispy kremes
Lemon pies, lasagna, luau barbecue
Mexican, mac and cheese, and spicy meatballs too
Nachos, noodles, nutty things
Oatmeal cookies, onion rings
Pizza, popcorn, party spreads
Quickie burgers and quick breads
Rum raisin ice cream, roasted meats
Spaghetti, shepherd’s pie, and sweets
Tacos, tuna, teriyaki,
Upside down cake. Are you hungry?
Veggie soups (though some are awful)
Waldorf salad, won tons, waffles
X-tra servings, Xmas treats
Yogurts sprinkled, yams baked sweet
Zucchini’s all that’s left to eat!
(for the new Anything Goes contest)
Summer Cooking
Loud cheerful sounds are heard under a pavilion
as family has united for a family reunion.
Always held in shorts and swimsuit summer weather
in a park surrounded by a forest of evergreens and a snaking river.
It's always potluck, so there is always plenty of food to go around.
Deviled eggs, a variety of pasta salads, and mounds of potato salads,
barbecue hamburgers and hot dogs, fried chicken,
smoked venison, fish, and wild hog.
A choice of wonderful, sinful, yummy desserts,
and ice coolers full of a variety of drinks.
Family reunions, a great time to see both familiar
and new faces and catch up on the latest gossip of everyone's lives.
7/2/2018
Poetry Contest: A Poem NA'd in a July Contest (Judged July 1-24, 2018)
Sponsored by: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
N/A Summer Cooking 7/19/2018
The in the momanon
Scratching at reality
as it bites
the head from time
Struggling yawns at insipid dawns
relevance bends and breaks
Front to ???q
uck says the f
defend the loose errs
Keep has been kept
Defy imagine nations
Diction orders the nary
Words twist into swords
lest we test the letters or just be settlers
Take my open hand
no hope and nowhere to land
control and condone the remotest controlled
Rolled and rocked
To a beat that doesn't follow
too morrow worms and tow two moor
Thin king or is it just an ink thing
any one an inkling
Can't follow then don't
Pb is led
All that glitters is not Au
Looking for Ag in the lining
Dread dead add ad a
Live lived veiled deviled and reviled
Knew knew new
Sympathy grows closer with an e
all of us junkies
made from drugs
electron bursts
in dreams of unknown hues
as i walk in deaths corroding shoes
I wasn't there again today
wonder what the man on the stair had to say
Two turkeys in the oven and candy yams
Whipped mash potatoes, cranberry sauce from a can
A green bean casserole and a relish plate as planned
Corn bread dressing and sage dressing for the big man
Lots of butter and dinner rolls with jellies and jams
Deviled eggs a dish of mac and cheese with bits of bacon
Giblet gravy and sweet cream corn we understand
Pumpkin pie and cherry and don't forget the pecan
And for goodness sake must serve the honey spiral ham
Have Sprite and sweet tea liquor won't be banned
A big green toss salad and don't forget the Thousand Island
And if you get a chance a bucket of original KFC fried chicken
Some fresh fruit and veggies will make the table look grand
Some light soups and breads and cheeses we can do again
Or we can all head to Golden Corral, load up the big van.
There are hearts that are cold and hearts that are warm
And hearts that, somehow, still wait to be born.
There are hearts that are broken and waiting to mend
And hearts so afraid they will break, they won’t bend.
There are big ones and small ones and some in-between.
Some are apparent and some can’t be seen.
Some are transparent and some open wide,
And others will not let the light slip inside.
There are hearts that are shadowed and hearts that are bright.
Some like to love and others will fight.
There are hearts that are beating and hearts that are still
And some do it all and some never will.
There are loud ones and silent, smart ones and dumb.
Some that can feel and some that are numb.
Some that move quickly and some that are slow
And some that there’s no way that we’ll ever know.
Some hearts are gentle and some hearts are rough.
Some hearts are sexy and all of that stuff.
Some that are weary, some rarin’ to go.
Some are mature while others won’t grow.
Some that like mornings and some that like sleep.
Some that will laugh while others will weep.
Some hold together and some fall apart
But what it comes down to is we all have hearts…
There are hearts that can travel and hearts that stay home.
And some are together and some are alone.
There are hearts that are grounded but eager to fly
And hearts that can easily soar through the sky.
There are happy ones, sad ones and ones that aren’t sure.
Some are be-deviled while others are pure.
Weak ones, strong ones, young ones, and old.
Some are of paper, others are gold.