Long Fixings Poems
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The entrance of Spring, seasons well the vibrancy of greens evolving greener.
Age was hers and time was ours,
Love is the verbs blossom as roses scented reserve suite line composes,
Time marks a question measured to wrangle,
Gemmed Ivory and Ebony, host o'er our bejeweled Pearl.
Ships neither sink nor swim in tranquil Springs
Seas calmness...falsely trains expert yachtsmen,
Lost lamb hopes his roll's called up yonder ... as his last words read ...
Words that stem from the heart seldom a mind,
Good hopes and goodwill--righteousness succeeds,
Sanctuary
Carpe Diem With Heart
September Reflections
Diaphanous Dichotomy
It Came Upon A Midnight Clear Parody
Voice of a Silent Crib: New Poetic Form - Tearassonancenet
Walk The Tightrope
Nearer My God to Thee, Be A Cross That Raises Me
Poetry Soup Main Fixings: Words
My Afterthought's My Goal
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
Well, It was early in the morning
when I stuck the turkey in
Looked down at my dog
as I wore a silly grin
Roasted Turkey, was high up on his list
And He glanced up at me
then looked back as his dish
I guessed he had me trained well
for I understood his sign
But told him it's a big bird
and it'll have to take some time
Then I started getting ready
all the fixings for our feast
Twenty different vegetables
to complement the beast
Then I set the dining table
with Knives forks and dishes
Uncovering the pies
Each one looked more delicious
I nestled in a basket
bread baked the day before
and finished all the trimmings
when a knock came at our door
Our friends and our families
started pouring in our house
and greeted rather cheerfully
by my kids, my dog and spouse
Then, we all circled 'round
the table with a smile
Working all day long
seemed, well worth the while
It was time for the turkey
Now the appetizer gone
But, when I looked in the oven
I forgot to turn it on.
I should eat healthy, I really should! But life is too short for that. Food, food, food,
it chases away the blues, it brings comfort to the soul. So here is a list of the foods
that I L.O.V.E. and that make me happy. You will note a theme of cheese and
dripping butter (and chocolate) . . .
a chocolate bar, anytime
bananas, green, not ripe
crackers and cheese, as a snack
drenched in blue cheese, salads and homemade croutons
even, tortilla chips and chunky salsa
French fries from a chip wagon (on my way home from the gym)
grandma's recipe for beef stew with loads of vegetables and a rich gravy
hamburgers and hotdogs off the barbeque with all the fixings
ice-cream, chocolate of course
just out of the oven, french bread
keep the donuts and coffee coming
loads of meatballs, made from mom's recipe (in a sweet tangy sauce)
macaroni made with three kinds of cheese
nothing better, than spaghetti with meat sauce and parmesan cheese
onion soup, french canadian style, dripping with cheese
pizza, deluxe (peanut butter on toast before bed)
quick take out of chicken wings with hot sauce
really, really old cheddar cheese
steaming cobs of corn, dripping with butter and salt
tomato, bacon, and lettuce sandwich
until I say stop, chocolate
vegetables fresh for a farmers market
what is wrong with me, this is all so unhealthy
x-tra, of everything, please
yogurt with strawberries on the bottom
zesty dill pickles, aged one year
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June 24, 2016
Poetry/List/The Joy Of Food
Copyright Protected, ID 16-804-040-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Words that stem from the heart seldom a mind,
would update fellow captives of a world
they knew--spent or saved since, much like the word
they are ... or were. Absentia defined
the heart's favor or mayhaps realigned
for its survival. Nonetheless, the heart
becomes the key element or stalwart
of their concern for life to be designed
for that world's fruition, taste a la carte.
Spent and saved ills time, victims objective;
spotlight, be recognized, and make your claim:
--author, I live, create me ... for I'm yours.
Words from the heart spur a rare perspective
melds in inkwells, mutes parchment, voice frame
heartfelt words fused presence ... eternal years.
RHYME TIME III - CHRISTMAS
The unique shape of each frosty snowflake,
tapping on the window, as cookies bake.
I can smell the buttery sugar and Winter break,
Grandma’s batter creamed with sunny yolks.
Old-fashioned buggies arrive carrying folks.
The horses shake with bells and ladies’ cloaks,
as snow thickens on branches of old-timer oaks.
Broad smiling and busy hands, carrying platters -
turkey, ham, and fixings with holiday clatter.
Such a peaceful time where only love matters.
Blissful, ruddy faces with winsome chatter.
Kids tugging on Santa’s whiskers to test
if he is daddy or Uncle John. So blessed
by a red velvet bag, gifting the best,
and yet there in the crèche- a beloved guest.
All bow their heads for the thanksgiving prayer,
remembering the spirit of one so rare.
A star that led shepherds and magi to share
a moment with the savior, who created with care
the unique shape of each frosty snowflake.
12/12/2017
Laura Loo’s Rhyme Time III Contest
A certain poet said she was thrilled, sitting down
Viewing world of us, mounting PS's platform
yes, she was ecstatic, maneuvering keys
On borrowed time and gadget, she wouldn't leave
A day of family gathering, she stole moments alone
Twiddled with words that led her on and on
Thoughts and smiles were shared, on sheets of white
I was in awe, poetry soup to her was such delight
Coy lioness with Jamaican warmth in her eyes
Her poems found spot in anthologies, undisguised
I Hope she's cooking up her best, sans stress
She would laced exotic smells to Soup fixings, no less
Poets arrive then disappear; but some we worry about
Some refresh our taste buds; so what do we do when they're out?
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Entry for Tony T. Curtis's, 'Where Do Poets Go' contest
by the time you've read this
i'm afraid our ships may have
already boarded i do hope
you are not to ravished about
our departure truly you and i both
know it tis for the best why going over
this blatantly i'm surely open
to explore other options
why the writer's block being stricken
with only notions above a sullen
romance novel my skin crawls
as my pen stroll over the pages
dainty an yet a more masculine style
as well not drawing to much fame
among what westerns might see
as lyrical cynical chants of breathless
panting i was being smothered
darning socks at old abe's cabin
all the fixings for boredom my mind
has marveled in more subtle
glory day's of war and peace and love
tainted you know full well tainted
only above corruptions sphere
what are we but man to fear not
human emotions as i blend morale
simplicity to bind just so while
summer continues setting over the niles
let us wave goodbye to august again
Free verse flow floats thoughts free,
it’s a diary a ramble or rant with me,
the need to express without the discipline
or correction not listening
it the route to relaxation via a messy string
an eruption not stream
Causing intimate personal revelations
Pause, paint a structural level station,
syllables and sentence length in repetition
Differences not better worse but placement
I like both to be honest
that I promise
structure rhyme repeats the same beats
to a placement seat beat drum bing bang bong
where as freestyle fingers the piano random ding dung dong
Similar sounds not of a cycle or routine
but that’s not exiting or rousing
It’s the 8 o’clock alarm
the 9 o’clock start
5 o’clock finish
walk home in the dark
Whilst shift work mixes up the morning night times no fixings,
I think I freestyle when I need to rhyme
and structure when I want to rhyme
But I don’t judge either like up em self people
who need to read 3 4 3 4
I can 8 1 5 9 5 4
Cus if it ain’t a pattern they are just telling you honest truth,
if it’s structured they carved it not gave raw to you
Ground brisket and red bean chili over rice
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Deep fried spaghetti noodles w/zucchini
and bacon and marinara sauce
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Teriyaki Roasted pork or
Teriyaki Roasted turkey
W/ broad noodles and vegetables
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........beef half smokes
In carmelized onions and green peppers
Sweet potato pie
Bourbon carmelized
Pecans
And cheese cake
and brownie yeas
turnovers w/ coffee and rum
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Sourdough cinnamon rolls
With apple and radians
And brown sugar Carmel
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Smoked boneless rib sandwiches
Slathered in bbq sauce
One a toasted
Bun w/ the fixings
Served w both sweet potatoes fries
And our English chips
Don't forget the pickle!
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