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I will never forget certain
Family members who passed away
And the good times we
Shared together
There were the ones
Who told the corny jokes
And you laughed
Not because it was funny but
Because it was so corny
Then you had the chefs
The ones who left the meat
On the grill a little to long and
It came off with lots of burnt grill marks
And you scrap the burnt part off
And ate it anyway
Then you had the party goers
The ones that had a little
To much to drink then
Begin to voice their opinions, loudly
Then you had the veterans
The ones who argued back and forth
About which military branch was the best
The army or the air-force
Then there were the card sharks
And domino players
Who only played for money and
Stayed up all night for
The love of the game
They were the family entertainers
And that’s something you’ll
Never forget !
MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND TIES WITH CATRINA BELL ASUMANDEZ FOLK NATION ALL IS ONE IN THE PARKING LOT OF STRETCH BAR AND GRILL CORRUPTION EXPOSING FBI INFORMANT IN ORDER TO CONTINUE EARLY RELEASE FOR REPEAT VIOLENT OFFENDERS KINGS PARK THE REAL GANGSTER MEETUPS FOSS PARK THE NORTH CHICAGO LIBRARY MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND BELIEVED HE WAS THE GOVERNOR OF THE GANGSTER DISCIPLES OF WISCONSIN TAKING HIS MEXICAN SNATCH JAMAICAN CATRINA SNATCH TO MEET UPS FALSE FLAGGING BUT A TARGET ON PARNELL KING I WILL NEVER FEAR GANG RELATED AGENTS SLEEPING WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND EXTORTING MY IDENTITY LIKE I SAID LARRY HOOVER IS WELCOMED TO BE MY NEIGHBOR ON THE GOLF COURSE TO MONITOR THESE DEGENERATE GANGSTER DISCIPLES MEMBERS FROM WISCONSIN FOLK NATION YOU FEEL FROGGY JUMP CATRINA T J A N GANGSTER DISCIPLES QUEEN PINS TELL LARRY HOOVER WHAT YALL DID TO HIS SON P SENDING TRAIN TO HIS
EARLY DEATH IN ORDER TO OPEN A REVOLVING DOOR FOR WISCONSIN VIOLENT OFFENDERS MY ABUSIVE EX BECAME GOVERNOR OVER KENOSHA SETTING PARNELL UP TO BE KILLED FOR CATRINA BELL ASUMANDEZ JHORE JOHNSON WHAT YALL MISSED FROM THE LAST SESSION I AM NOT AMUSED BY YOUR TERRORISTS THREATS FROM VIOLENT OFFENDERS EXTORTING MY IDENTITY WITH THIS FALSE FLAGGING GD GOVERNOR OVER KENOSHA THE GANGSTER BALL 1999 TRAIN CROWNED A FEW SECRETARY TREASUER GOVERNOR IN KENOSHA GOVERNOR SECURITY LOW LEVEL FINALLY SESSION 6 WAS CARRIED OUT LEAVING NO ROOM FOR FALSE FLAGGERS KITES FLOWN ALL OVER LANDING IN THE VILLAGE HUB THIS TIME TAYLOR STREET THE MAFIA BOUGHT A SMALL PIECE OF THE POE BOX SETTING UP SHOPS BUISNESSES CORRUPTION ABUSE OF POWER FOLK NATION DOING AWAY WITH TRAINS AUTHORITY THAT SAVED MOST OF YOUR SORRY AZZEZ WHEN IT CAME TIME FOR SECURITY TO ACT KENOSHA FOLKS CATRINA BELL ASUMANDEZ FALSE FLAGGING GOVERNOR SET UP P SO NO I WILL NEVER FEAR YOUR T CATRINA BELL MCKISSICK YOUR A ASUMANDEZ YOUR JHORE JOHNSON JAMAICAN SKANK 1HA ALL IS ONE KNOWING ALL THE TIME YOU SCREAMING ALLS WELL THAT ENDS WELL NOT AMUSED UNAFRAID DON'T EVER THREATEN MY LIFE AGAIN
Really cool engine with velocity voluptuousity
Antique like me, bronze teeth, with grill reflections
Car goes round and round doing eternal lefts
Egos and racers can't go right I guess
Call it strange when you drink and drive in circles
An old jalopy goes too slow when cops approach
Remember not to speak out loud when spinning out
Bars you visit frequently should serve booze for two
Earl is what you named your car and it gets thirsty too
Hide Beers from police when moving fast in traffic
If stopped, blame Earl for speeding
No other excuse will do
Don't look confused in headlights either
Bad things happen when you defile your old car
And turn it in to the local police for drinking
Racing in public is against the law and so is peeing
Shift to low gear before you take your car to jail
Created this Acrostic poem on 6/13/16 for “Rusted And Busted” Poetry Contest sponsored by: Casarah Nance
One
Chloee? Yes Reginald!
Why do they call us Dachshunds, Wiener Dogs?
Maybe they call you a Wiener Reginald!
You cut me off at the legs with that one Chloee!
Two
Chloee? Yes Reginald! Have you ever smelled mothballs.
No Reginald it's too difficult to spread their tiny legs.
My that was a low blow Chloee. You wish Reginald, you wish!
Three
Reginald? Yes Chloee! I was at the park with my owner playing
Frisbee. As I watched the Frisbee I wondered why it was getting
bigger and bigger as it came towards me than it hit me.
Four
Chloee? Yes Reginald!
I was just lying down in the park the other day watching a Labrador
chasing his tail an' I thought ain't that amazing how easily amused
Labradors are! Then I realized I was watching the Labrador chase his tail.
Five
Reginald? Yes Chloee! I've written a poem it goes like this.
"Roses are red. Violets are blue. Some poems rhyme. And some don't!"
Six
Chloee? Yes Reginald! I was at a restaurant, I ordered a chicken sandwich,
but I don’t think the waitress understood me. Because she said,
“How would you like your eggs?” So I tried to answer her anyhow. I said,
“Incubated! And then raised, and then beheaded, and then plucked,
and then cut up, and then put onto a grill, and then put onto a bun.
Damn! It’s gonna take a while. I don’t have time. Scrambled!”
The Finale
A Dachshund walks under a bar. I mean walks into a bar. Goes to the
bar and sits down. Asks the bartender "can I have a Budweiser Light
Beer" the bartender serves him and informs him "that will be seven dollars".
The Dachshund pays. The bartender keeps looking at the Dachshund.
Finally the Dachshund yells "What?" The bartender explains "no I'm
sorry we just never get Dachshunds in this bar." The Dachshund replies
"I'm not surprised...at seven dollars for a beer..."
The Encore
Reginald? Yes Chloee! When you cut your nails, do you file them?
Yes Chloee as a matter of fact I do! Pity! I just throw mine out!
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significant and alarming rises in deaths
shootings
murders
mow the lawn
go shopping
watch football
crack open cold ones
make babies
jiggle babies on laps
significant hurricanes and tornados
there are deaths
baby showers
graduations
weddings
domestic violence is significantly up
up being a surge
of consumer consumption
of cars and televisions
anything
killings in the market place
mow the grass
grill
drink
drink more
significant rise in alcoholism
the authorities are stump
the president is stumped
the cops are leaving town
adultery is up
statisticians are stumped
sex crimes significantly up
up being a rise in blood temperature
death by misadventures
gang warfare
social unrest
funerals
upheavals of unrest at funerals
fights with fists
homicides hover over critical mass
significant amount of anger and rage
eruptions
mayhem
take the poodle to the pound
kidnap a Pitbull
mow the cat
kill the dinner
kiss the kids
divorce the mower
drink
jail
drugs
dead head
dead head the blood red roses
sing a song of freedom
Shhhhh, here comes the Warden
He’s just about to open the door, Frank
Well, that’s good ‘cause I’ve been in this slammer too long!
and, it way too cold in here, Patty!
I never did ask you Frank, what are you in for?
Wrong time at the wrong grocery store, I guess,
before I knew it, I was in the big house, feels more
like an ice house. I was in solitary for while, frozen stiff
Then, I found myself here with you and Bangsy and Cherry.
You know Cherry, she’s Bangsy’s tomato!
She was picked fresh off the line and ended up in here!
Let me ask Olive, she’s been in here forever,
Hey Olive, when did Cherry get out?
I wouldn't talk about that too loudly, Patty,
she went to the counter!
Oh no!, not the counter, that’s death row for everyone!
If you hear them say they want to grill you Frank, don’t
believe it, it’s not what you think.
Bangsy never did come back!
Poor Bangsy, such a silly sausage!
Door’s open, this is it!
Bye Patty!
Guess it’s hamburger time for me
OH, sorry Patty!!!
I mean, I guess I’ve seen my last bun!
7/9/18
I smell hamburgers on the grill
their sizzle sounds scrumpdillyicious.
And I can't wait to sink my teeth
into a rare barbeque treat.
At my favorite picnic spot
I smell hamburgers on the grill.
And my skin gets tanned by the sun
as I walk shirtless on the beach.
The flowers are all in full bloom
spiking the air with summer scents.
I smell hamburgers on the grill
and my mouth begins to water.
My children are playing baseball
and my wife is hosing them down.
But, I'm off in my own world...for
I smell hamburgers on the grill.
(Quatern)
June 14, 2018
Summer Fun Poetry Contest
Nayda Ivette Negron
. Cheesus Say cheese
. Medium rarely The last sesame
. Bun up and done Patty pending
. Cowabunga Grate expectations
. Grate escape Bunbelievable
. The great Bunknown Curl up and fry
. Bun voyage Patty wagon
. A Bun too far Bun intended
. Pickle me up Muenster mash
. Burger me up The last Bun
. Bun there, done that Burger queen
. The Bun also rises For whom the Bun tolls
. BURGER
. Mustard up some courage Bill the Griller
. Much ado about muffin A farewell to fries
. Bun voyage BLT me be buddy
. Pickle me this Bun for money
. The Bun identity The grill seeker
. Burger me up The beef fore
. Bun in a million The last Bun
. Grill or be grilled Relish the moment
. Grate expectations Ketchup if you can
. Lettuce meat again Bun for the money
. Cheddar late than never Lettuce entertain you
. Mustard up some courage Mayo the force be with you
. Cheddar luck next time Lord of the fries
. Nacho average burger Relish the thought
12 Pitas
4 # of ground lamb
1 tablespoon of cumin
1 T cayenne
1?4 teaspoon of cinnamon
2 T of chopped fresh ginger
5 Tablespoons of garlic
1/4 cup of lime juice
2 teaspoons of fish stock
2 Tablespoons of Vinegar
3 Tablespoons of Pomegranate juice
3/4 cups of crushed gingersnaps
3/4 cup of mozzarella cheese
1 cup of diced onions
1 Tablespoon of Sesame seed oil
3 Tablespoons of sundried tomatoes minced
3 Tablespoons of chopped parsey
1 egg yolk
mix well and stuff Pitas.
grill or bake
flipping on the grill.
Dipping suce
2 grated cucembers peeled
2 T lemon juice
1 cup of nonfat yogurt
1 Tablespoon of crushed Garlic
1 Tablespoons of Honey
1 Tablespoon of fishstock
1 T of dillweed
Mix and Dipp!
You wouldn’t believe what happened here
Sit down please and grab a beer
The urban legend this is not
So, let me run my train of thought
New York in summer, heat deluge
A/C’s a must, to have refuge
I own one, installed last year
A source of comfort, like cold beer
I left it out, I plain forgot
The grill to cover A/C slot
And didn’t care much at first
A business guy, I am immersed
The month is May, no heat in sight
But quarrel, squabble, angry fight
Then peace and quiet at the nook
I didn’t care enough to look
A bit of racket, birdy’s chirp
Right by A/C, a high-pitch twirp
A mourning dove with main squeeze
They moved right in, asked for no keys
This couple fights, amusing stuff
If there was sex, it sure was rough
I didn’t look, I had no time
They didn’t bother me daytime
The heat arrives, hey, don’t gloat
I need my cool, where’s that remote?
A/C would jolt but doesn’t work
What have I done, the stupid jerk?
I pulled the unit from the wall
Lo and behold, who’s there so small?
The chicks, the young, in my A/C
And mourning dove that looked with plea
She and her guy, they flew with food
The labor’s hard, to feed the brood
I pushed A/C back in its place
To guarantee their peace and space
A month flew by, cold air’s a dream
It was so hot I could have screamed
Saved by the fans, they kept me cool
I was a gentle kind of fool
One day the racket ceased for good
I looked and there was no brood
Then cleaned a pile of twigs and grass
A/C was back to save my ass
Thus, story ends and my report
I played landlord, of birdie sort
Heck of a story to uncork
It happened in good old New York
August 6, 2026