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No potato chips today. In the house. What about the store?
I do not need them at first. But in a little while I try to send someone.
Because I am in my fluffy zebra pajamas and my fluffy socks.
Not wanting them enough to get dressed.
Suddenly nothing in the world is as important as a chip in my mouth.
Could you?
No.
Would you?
No.
What would I have to do?
I try to not think of potato chips for six minutes.
I can taste the salt, and I hear the crunching sound I need.
I dig to the bottom of the bread basket and find one.
Gobble it quickly. It is stale unfortunately.
I tear open the kitchen cupboards and start clashing things around.
There must be a secret stash somewhere, or a couple that fell.
I am slamming cupboards a bit harder now, mad as hell.
I have to have those damned chips, and I do not want to dress.
Finally my husband who knows how obsessive I get,
And recognizes the danger signs, fearing for his life,
Gets dressed and runs to the dollar store to get me my chips.
Life will get easier now.
After all these many carnivore years
You can call it guilt or you can call it fear
I've made up my mind to decide
I'm going vegan this November time
So I broke down hard and read some books
Heard some tapes on what it took
From veggies steamed to veggies raw
From beans of green to yellow squash
As my nightly dreams were all filled with meat
I pushed back hard with collard greens
But still had no clue of what to do
With a turkey substitute
And that is when a friend came in
Who Tofu's the line at turkey time
So I read more books and heard more tapes
On Tofu fried, boiled, broiled, and baked
Opening up my kitchen to fine cuisine
Minus the best part...that being meat
As I promised myself I can make this work
My Tofurkey would be the finest in edible art
I had bought my Tofu by the pound
Lucky for me it is pliable
As I stretched and pulled and pulled and stretched
Until I had something that looked like a head
With my artistic abilities seriously in doubt
I'm pretty sure what I conjured was the head of a cow
So I pulled and stretched and stretched and pulled
No ones going to call me an abstract fool
As I bring to boil the "Rodin" juices in me
And baste at my skills repeatedly
Where I come up with a turkey, giblets and all
And just for good measure I gobble a turkey call
Of course cooking the thing is another road and
I sadly lost Tofurkey 1, 2, and 3 in the explosion
When 4 hit the score I invited my friends
Whose friendship with them will take time to mend
Just because a turkey looks like a turkey, don't mean that it is
I'm now learning all this while I clean up the mess
As forks went to the mouths at the very same time
So did the retching along with the crying
But in a month they'll forget this entire sordid ordeal
When they get the invites for my Christmas holiday meal
With my time in the books and tapes I will spend
Looking forward to Christmas and a delicious soy bean ham
My Misty arrived as a cute bundle of fur
With electric blue eyes and a very loud purr
She was a birthday present especially for me
We’d snuggle up together; she’d sit on my knee
Misty’s favourite toy was a clockwork mouse
She’d chase this fluffy toy all over the house
Kit e cat chunks was her preferred choice of food
She’d gobble it up; with her white teeth she chewed
On her feet she had black pads and razor sharp claws
She was always so careful where she placed her paws!
Misty’s silver grey fur was so soft and so warm
A great protection for her when out in a storm
Over time Misty grew she’d venture out the front door
She’d chase after wild birds – pussycats birds abhor!
I recall the day Misty left a dead mouse by the door
Just a head and entrails (I’d never seen these before)
Misty just loves playing and having such fun
She adores being outdoors in the heat of the sun
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Gobble
Gobble gobble,
that's what they say,
nearly every day...
I go out to greet them.
I go out to meet them.
I go out to feed them,
I need them,
as they make me laugh.
They are clumsy they are klutzy,
they are ballerinas in training too.
I mean to tell you...
all
about
them.
They have long necks,
and big feet,
not to mention
they will eat...
everything you don't want them to,
and nothing that you do.
The silly birds...
ride around on the goats.
They are like parade floats.
They walk in the water trays,
and swim in the trough.
I tell you turkeys over chickens
are a little off.
(Rhyme)
I am a chocolate nut
I like them all and so what?
I eat them in a rut
And I enjoy them in a hut!
I buy them in a store,
I eat them when I'm bore!
And always wanna more
Even if my tummy it's sore!
I am a chocolate nut
I like them all and so what?
I eat them when I stroll the shore
I find them behind every candy store!
I prefer some more than others
I give them to my mom and also my baby brother!
I like the peanut butter one
But I go nuts for the crème eggs too!
I am a chocolate nut
I like them all and so what?
Give me one, give me two
I gobble chocolate,but not the beef stew!
I love candies too
Well, I don't like them all, do you?
Some I like them and some I do not,
I buy them in a bag but I keep them in a pot!
I am a chocolate nut
I like them all and so what?
I enjoy them sitting or standing up
I eat them from a container or a cup!
I like them with strawberry and banana,
But I don't like to share them with Joanna!
I like them for snacks and desserts and everyday
I love them in Easter,Valentine's Day,Halloween Day and Mother's Day!
I am a chocolate nut
I like them all and so what?
Give me one, give me two,
I can share with you one too!
I am a chocolate nut
I like them all and so what?
I eat them in a rut
And I enjoy them in a hut!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
October,2,2014
Written in the wonderful and silly fun style of Dr. Seuss whom I much admire.
No! not about pits
they’re removed
the fruit sliced.
ugly in effigy —
the air turns
their innards
burnt orange.
their rainier skin
scarred and pale —
tasty or not.
i’d rather them red
and plump, but
skinny enough
to fit into
the pitter
and for the pits
to shoot straight
out
not get stuck
like Winnie the Pooh
half in and out —
a honey of an incident,
embarrassing.
i gobble up
nature’s morsels
good for sleep
metabolism and
movements
which i
have a right
to let go.
Let’s not forget
the plastic covering
these incidentals
arrived in
and were shaken loose
from
into a collapsible colander
and given a sprinkling
shower; they shine
their famous; their mine
7/11/2020
We can’t see God Almighty ‘cause he lives in Heaven high
but we can see Jesus the Lord ‘cause he’s the our kind of man,
though some people say he’s the Son of God, yet mindless mobs mocked him ‘cause he looked most ordinary. His nature is compassionate and that’s why he walks with me as my friend, that means God’s glory came upon us as flesh and dwells in us.
If I collapse on a cotton field from heavy labor more than I can bear,
Jesus comes and lifts me up, and when my toe bleeds from a stone
I tripped over in the field, Jesus holds it to stop bleeding.
But then, how to heal my heart’s wound; O this damned
summer’s scorching sun.
After barely finishing a day’s work at the field, and when I come
to my cabin dragging this worn out body, the return for my long day’s hard labor is not more than a quart of corn.
I grind, pat and cook them ‘cause I must eat to sustain myself,
I gobble them with tears but my stomach is not filled to full.
And that’s why all sorts of worldly thoughts torment me when
I lie down on a straw bunk and dream a dream of unwanted dreams,
O Lord mercy on me, help me overcome every matter, whether it’s good or bad,
as you endured your share on the cross.
Occasionally I curse the world that inflicts pain on me and my inhumane master who tortures me, but neither world nor my master changed for good to lessen my load. So, whatever circumstances it may be, it’s all right now my Lord, if you just give me an understanding heart to accept the world as it is and forgive my master who doesn’t know what he’s doing, rather, O my merciful Lord, forgive my sins and surely don’t condemn the world, let me look at you on the cross tearing for me and keep in mind to never let evil rule over me.
O Jesus my Lord, deeply I trust on you. Don’t delay but come quickly on this earth as you promised. This time not as an ordinary person but as a mighty ruler the glorious king to reign over this world forever with love in eternal peace.
Wake up – Good morning, sleepyhead!
This bright day grows hotter;
Precious are the sun’s playful rays;
Ugliness doesn’t earn any praise;
Today, the flowers are a rare beauty that never dulled
I am amazed, I shall be bold.
Oh Father, make our hearts merry!
Poor souls – don’t be weary tonight!
Wings cannot complete their superb flight;
Majestic MOON must reach its end.
Everything that dies soon comes back to life, I don’t mean to offend;
The twilight sweeps over the city;
I am safe, I long to be free.
Oh Father, make our hearts jump with joy!
Danger is But for a Moment
Which attempts to make us weep like an infant;
Abyss arises, attacking my eyes;
Travelers have survived old and wise;
Stay away from the crow’s talons.
I am terrified, my fears weigh tons.
Oh Father, lend us a pair of sturdy wings!
Courage crawls into my once flawed and fragile heart,
Butterflies persuade me to fly with them – I’m on a good start
Folly follows me with futileness;
Feeling life’s stress overwhelm me with distress;
I hath no eyez to see its sight, replacing lament with love
Heartless heart destroys the Earth for good
I am needy; I want to gobble up spiritual food
Oh Father! Let me experience an awe-inspiring rebirth!
room without walls reaches sky
bleeding tears where shadows play with dust
in conference rooms they eat dead flesh
with tomato sauce
room bleeds more tears
evil cannot be good
op-art is an illusion
tears dry into salt
tomato sauce spills like blood
lamb meat they gobble with mint
tears of lamb fall into dust
walls in sky hold no rooms
darkness is not light
dualities mix not
corridors of learning and corridors of
power merge in abyss
of life’s true longing
space is where all are free
no keys to hold or hide, follow not shadow
call not bitter sweet
distress will be your name
my footsteps go where angels fear
space holding atoms near
true longing lounges in Heart
abysses of no consequence
learning and power a game
honey is sweet not to be called bitter
recognise what is what
sky my knowingness
understand how daisies bloom tears
undying freedom is where all start again
they call tomato sauce ketchup
pouring it over keys lost
affliction to ones calling good evil
bees do sting the unfortunate
our bodies universes traverse
whilst conference rooms, malls shatter
queues are long for dead flesh and chips
tears silent salt in encrypted veins
they run corridors of dollars
dark is night as it passes midnight
put not bitter for sweet as room reaches sky
[Prompt : Isaiah 5:20 / Anthony Biaanco
HONORABLE MENTION : Standard Contest
March 26 ]
On the 4th of July, there are fireworks shows
And barbecues, picnics and beer,
But there’s a tradition not everyone knows
For which only a few volunteer.
It’s a contest to see who can gobble the most
Hot dogs, eaten together with buns
And the winner, with trophy, gets mostly to boast
He can do what the average guy shuns.
The champ, Joey Chestnut, secured a new win,
His 12th victory, pleasing his fans.
With his mouth opened wide, he did shovel them in,
Though his numbers fell short of his plans.
In just 10 minutes’ time, there were 71
That were chewed and made way down his throat,
Though last year it was 74 (each with bun);
Still, his effort got everyone’s vote.
As a watcher from home, I admit that, to me,
The whole contest is utterly gross
And I surely expected that on the TV
Some contestant would be comatose.