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I, naughtily, peeled and peeled you to find the truth within,
You have, dear, taught me the philosophy of nothingness;
Each of your petals, like magical herbs, tickles my skin,
Each leaf, as a united nation, enwraps your thickness...!
In you is fulfilled the Buddhist concept of Nirvana,
You are accused of arousing sensuality too;
The Israelites, in each step, seeking flora and fauna,
The Bible says each one missed you, restlessness in them grew...!
One who wishes to kiss one's spouse should not eat you, they say,
Each dish of each little home, yet, dear, you make delicious:
Antioxidants, Blood Sugar, and the Digestive way,
Symbol of protection, memories... you are auspicious...!
Peel yourself selflessly... this is what every onion says,
Resurrection means crucifixion too in humbler ways...!!!
I developed an ileus from being constipated.
This isn't something that's being exaggerated.
It's a blockage of the intestines, that's something I soon realized.
For a week and a half, my illness caused me to be hospitalized.
I was admitted at Morristown Hamblen Healthcare.
The ileus caused me to be hospitalized there.
The hospital is located in Morristown, Tennessee.
I couldn't eat or drink, I was connected to an I.V.
What happened to me can cause quite a scare.
I was treated well while I was hospitalized there.
It was over a week before I was put on solid foods.
I couldn't eat or drink, it put me in quite a bad mood.
Going to that hospital turned out to be a good decision.
While I was there, I mostly watched television.
After being treated with medication, my ileus ceased.
After ten days, I was better and I was released.
The medication I received drastically improved my digestive flow.
If you become ill, Morristown Hamblen Healthcare is an excellent hospital to go.
For one hundred and twenty-nine years McVities’ digestives have been eaten.
They are touted as good for digestion, and their chocolate version cannot be beaten.
Tesco, Doves Farm and Mark and Spencer have all jumped into the biscuit game.
Attempting to overthrow McVities as the number one, but their biscuits re not the same.
A mere eighty-four calories, if you only have one or two or three it will be okay.
But sometimes I am worn out and irritated and eat a package at the end of the day.
I reach for chocolate ones, which are tastier than the American’s Graham Cracker.
Or water biscuit to you, if you are English, and am not sure of their terms whacker.
The digestive originated in Scotland, but do we want to give all the credit to them?
After all we have perfected our eating of it with your pinkie held up as a little stem.
With double cream or gammon, and possibly a bit of golden syrup too,
We like our tasty bites in secret, or with choice guests, whose blood is blue.
It says on McVites website that an employee Alexander Grant formulated secret recipe.
They use whole wheat flour and baking soda, so an antacid, they pretend it can be.
In actuality, it is a sweet meal biscuit, and it is good for eating with your Earl Gray.
I am going to have to leave you now, for my salivating mouth is getting in my way.
I'm shopping in the town near my favourite cake shop
I need a sugar fix so I’ll really have to stop
I’m having friends to tea, so I think it’s only fair
To buy my friend Patricia, a nice chocolate eclair
Connie loves a cake and it’s always lots of fun
Watching her dissect a pink-coated iced bun
Alice will be coming and she’ll bring her sister Pam
They both like nothing better, than a doughnut filled with jam
A Battenberg of pink and yellow is one of Carol's favourite cakes
She divides the squares into four, oh what a mess she makes
A nice Victoria Sponge is Jess's favourite cake
But the ones in the shop aren’t as good as the ones her Grandma used to make
Wendy is quite partial to a round, plump Eccles cake
Filled with currants and buttery filling
They're messy when the pastry starts to flake
The cakes are on the cake-stand, it’s quite a sight to see
I’m trying to cut down my sugar intake
But they look really tempting to me
My friends are choosing their favourite cake
But I don't think I’ll risk it
I'll just sit and watch them, with a nice cup of tea
And a nice modest Digestive biscuit
Auntie Val dunked a chocolate digestive in her tea
And began telling me of how, at the end of each week,
She and the girls would leave the rhythm and the sound
Of the factory floor at the call of the Bournville sirens,
To go get first dibs from the Cadbury discounted store.
A privilege for the workers to get seconds and imperfections
In a myriad of confections, in the 1980’s
When the company wasted not what they wanted not,
The lucky dip of broken biscuits
Huddled in their cellophane clear bags tied at the top,
Clipped.
A medley of Cadbury bourbons,
A jungle of jumbled Cadbury animals,
And chocolate fingers,
Fractured.
Manufactured treats of the bittersweet factory rejects.
Auntie Val told me of her friend, Linda -
How she'd waved goodbye to her,
A “ta-ra-a-bit” to her as she got on the bus,
In a floral print shift dress,
Worn.
Linda clutching her bag of biscuits with crumbled edges,
Homeward bound.
With her hopeful tokens to heal trusts that were broken,
Words that should have remained unspoken,
If only Linda could have had sight beyond the veil of her wedding,
That when alone together,
Her milk tray handsome man,
Who promised her roses,
Set her far heart aflame,
Was cold and deceitful, no hero,
No shame.
Auntie Val said, “But then that was our Linda,
Who in her foolish wisdom, thought of him as her only option -
A Dairy Milk girl wrapped in romantic fiction,
Forever, a glass and a half full.”
The best things that Christmas guarantees
Are the festive, digestive joys of cheese
No holiday platter is nearly complete
Without the familiar fumes ... of feet
Softening chunks of wafting wonder
Offered up aged for you to plunder
Those holey and rolly blocks to devour
So properly plump, and soddenly sour
There's no better bits for a yuletide slacker
Than great gobs of funk on a crispy cracker
And stuffing a sock or a Christmas Buddha
Is perfect diversion for a gram of Gouda
Or perhaps just a nip of Neufchâtel bliss
Bouncing its stink for a mistletoe kiss
What better addition to the bells of a sleigh
Than vino with bread, and a cheese in decay?
Or, the ideal pal for a proud poinsettia?
Why, a warmingly wonderful wee wedge of feta!
No matter what floats on the holiday breeze
It's ALWAYS out-funked by a good ... Christmas cheese!
Written and submitted on November 18, 2018
For the "Write A Poem About Cheese" Poetry Contest
Barry Stebbings, Judge & Sponsor
INEVITABILITY AND MORAL RELATIVITY
They say war is inevitable, and will always, with us, be;
But this audacious, mendacious attitude is not for you and me:-
Dropping Satanic murderous bombs on babes can’t germinate peace;
Such Sodomon and Germoria demonic skewing must now cease:-
What we must ensure to be inevitably true, is the falling eggs of peace
from above;
Dropping and bursting all over the earth below as they are released
from God's dove:-
Time is coming when mankind here on this weary earth will soon face
true inevitability,
And will then realize the consuming digestive neutralization of mendacious
moral relativity:-
A deep wooded valley, heavily condensed with enriching moisture, and more importantly, teeming with an assortment of life, of every size, shape, and species. One such life just awoke and has spread its delicate see-through sheen-like white wings. It is looking up at the star-laden night sky. It oo's and ah's at the splendor of it. Out of nowhere, a dragonfly says his name is Draco.
The little one said that she was Dolanica, and he told her that all of her kind was named that. Like all of his kind were named Draco too, and that they were a distant cousin. He said that his name was actually, Draco the pesky and that she is a Mayfly like her second cousin, but then she was the rarer ones. She said that someone is here for her and that she'll be right back, and in a flash, she returned. Draco asked if she was done and she told him that there was one more thing.
Then in a flash, she was all done. Draco asked where she put them, and she pointed to a large turned up tree trunk. She told him that they are all safe and sound. Draco told her, he will be with her second cousins, a bit later. She asked Draco if he can hop on his back cause she was too weak to fly up over the top of the trees.
So up they went, then in a weakened voice, she asks if that was the moon, he told her that it was the moon. She told him that she was glad to spend her entire life with him and didn't find him to be pesky at all. Lastly, she told him that she will see him on the other side, and he told her, "you too kiddo!" A dragonfly is seen hovering over a large fallen tree trunk, whispering that they are all okay.
A body draped under two folded wings is seen fading in the distance as a dragonfly part.
*Dolania americana: Have no digestive system because of their five minutes of life on Earth, too short of a life span to eat or drink, for their sole purpose is to breed for the survival of their kind.
There is no rightful measure to live,
not in its length,
not in its brevity,
but in its right to be.
Date: 08/21/2019
Follow your camels to the desert
Take a right turn at the next stop sign
Eat vanilla yogurt with strawberries
Get your digestive system right...now!
Count your blessings except the last one
Have sex within your species
Avoid complications in breeding
Shop at markets that are open
Eat at Joe's if you have money
Eat donuts with holes
Make sure the middle remains when you leave
Leave a tip for the waitress
Have her baby if she is friendly
Buy a dog, a cat and a mattress
Sleep in the desert
Count the humps on your camels
Make sure they have the right amount
Watch the sun go down
Make sure there is only one
Remind yourself which planet you are from
Travel to the stars but only in your mind
Wear a sweater because it is cold out there
Laugh and cry every day of your life
Be a wise guy and if you are a girl be a wise girl
Know that you are alive before you die
*Do not die without permission (It must be in writing)
Have a degree in writing (Temperatures not included)
People of sacred Cornucopias
found ourselves politically alone
competing to survive
in Earth's choking climates
of totally domesticated and over-run despair,
then neglect,
then more actively terrorizing abuses.
Corn People,
PolyCultural Planners,
greeting Yang-behaving bean bodies
growing up and into our digestive tracks
and tracts,
our speaking parts,
to sing like tassels
our Divine Corn and humane Yang-beanish ego-rising lines
of harmony
co-arising nondual Earth anthems
of graceful GreatSpirit incarnation.
Domesticating corn people
finally also meet Yin's squashed voices
flowing bilaterally out
well-grounded cooperative incorporations
intending divine corn
and Yang-bean
and Yin-squash
mutually braiding
weaving up and out
trimesters of rich
and deep
nutritional development,
with winter dormancy in-between
summerish diastasis.
Corn and Bean and Squash diversity
during August pre-birth deliveries
reduce competitive domesticating relationships
to favor cooperative democratizing trinities,
of Spirit and Body and Bilateral Flowing UnSquashed Minds.
These corny holonic domesticating resources
enjoy differentiated cultural climates,
Diverse partners prevailing
through multicultural nutritional landscapes
up and out,
down-rooting and inward feeding feeling
as outward bleeding
into each Other's Common-Space
and side-by-side solidarity reforesting times.
People of the Corn
and beans and squash,
co-domesticating temporal WinWin differentiations,
preoccupying Earth's global climate
in different times of day and night,
months and years,
transgenerational eras and stages
of mutual democratization
into trust
bean-sprouting
within interdependent pumpkin patches.
People of the Corn
invite diverse beanish vertical needs
and polypathic squashy tendril outputs
in different revolving stages
of our mutual domestication,
integrity empowered
through deep nutritional gardens
and forests of time,
like climates of Earth,
organically democratizing solidarity.
People of sacred wild Cornucopias
found ourselves politically atoned
through competing to survive
in Earth's stroking strumming climates
of globally democratizing,
healthy wealth,
Original PolyCultural Intention.