Long Griddle Poems

It gradually turned chilly between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Although Frosty the Snowman rarely visited our part of Texas, his pal, Jack Frost, surely did.  He wafted his way through the drafty house, chased by...

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“The songs are casual and careless in a satisfying way, like the used condom your latest lover left lying on your bedroom floor, a souvenir you’re not yet ready to dispose of.” Candy Cotton, Modern...

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A field day shoe fit for Mother Goose
  
Fruitless effort squeezing figurative juice
Pandora called triggering 
helter skelter to get loose
necessitating Bullwinkle J. Moose
to usher at yours truly 
(an aspiring wordsmith) vamoose!

Hey diddle diddle the...

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Mother Goose would find her tail feathers ruffled 

Hey diddle diddle 
the cat and the fiddle
when off to see 
a crooked man and woman,
whilst cowards jumped 
over moo ving little
pair of mismatched muggles,
who both walked...

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At the end of the world where the sea meets the sky,
there's a small strip of land where the mermaids lie.
Where they  chit and they chat, or play and have fun,
and top up their...

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Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle
   when off to see a crooked man and woman
whilst cowards jumped over moo ving little
   pair of mismatched muggles, 
   who...

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They say the eyes are supposed to be the windows to the soul.
That thought often makes me shutter 
because they can become blinded by small, flip folding
white lies created by a stranger and it allows...

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Grab a wooden spoon, and choose a mixing bowl
A breakfast that is piping hot is worth its weight in gold!
You can make them by the dozens, or one or two will do
Make them for your...

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fumigated like stockade lice
you Wall St. cologne jockeys
would be 3rd World land fill
recall that consciousness is tunable
adjust your volume to a comfortable level
because Turette's plus Alzheimer's 
is a  nation destroying combo
I forgot what I...

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'Twas the week after Christmas
and the bills came pouring in,
I went out for some drinks
but my wallet was mighty thin

My buddy beside me
and I in my football cap,
sat down at the watering hole
by the long-handled...

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So versatile is the potato.
It’s orange; it’s yellow; it’s white; it’s sweet.
It’s baked or boiled; it’s mashed or fried.
It’s served with poultry, with fish or with meat.

I love to cook, and I have for you
three...

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Ya know baby you're usually right
Center cut, intherace, that's your place
On target, red carpet, gotomarket
Hittin' the bull's eye, 'n baby, I'm your guy
Smack-Dab babe
Like the Nile, you flow the right way
Like Carlyle, know what ta...

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Have you ever touched a star?
Just grazed its fiery fineness expecting the heat to melt you like butter on a griddle,
But instead, a soft coolness breezed through your soul, refreshing those heat-scarred battle wounds you...

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A spark of inspiration 
                Ignites in my mind, listening...
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His belt buckle’s holding his courage up,
It’s polished and engraved, like a golden cup,
It’s a bronze bucking bronco he wears with pride—
It’s a symbol of a man born to ride.

His horse trailer’s parked by that...

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For lunch today my wife said,
husband, why don’t we eat out.
I said, Honey in these Covid times,
that’s not what I’m about.

You just sit back and rest your feet,
and let me worry about our lunch.
I have...

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His belt buckle’s holding his courage up,
It’s polished and engraved, like a golden cup,
It’s a bronze bucking bronco he wears with pride—
It’s a symbol of a man born to ride.

His horse trailer’s parked by that...

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Now, I find it kind of funny how quickly things change
Once was a time when everyone wanted a home on the range
A place where they had room to stretch & grow
Out where the cattle bawl...

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The Restaurant Menu has a picture.
Three golden brown Pancakes 
A large corn colored slice of butter
Melting on top running over the sides.
Griddle Cakes doing a Nathalie Wood impersonation
Drowning in a sea of thick maple syrup
Cartoon...

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Now, I find it kind of funny how quickly things change
Once was a time when everyone wanted a home on the range
A place where they had room to stretch & grow
Out where the cattle bawl...

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Fishwives 

In junkets to 
     the golden shore 
Beside the cobalt 
     sea of lore 
Was told of dwellings 
     and rapscallions
Of ramshackled...

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Come two faced Janus, lie to us
Bring me to your door, and leave me ambiguous
A sane drunk in the roads middle
Between prophecy and history
The present stands on a griddle
Full of rational ambiguity
We are burning now
Who...

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We have in our possession an old and weathered griddle
that’s been making pancakes in our house 
since our children and grandchildren were little

Every Saturday morning at a slow and steady pace
we’d stack pancakes on the...

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