Long Hamburger Poems
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until it did, for me
within the
shape I designed
for the map of my own life.
My mismatched earrings are
a hamburger,
and a pickle
(to see who is looking,
and paying attention).
Who is playful
today?
Usually, a perceptive
five-year old
catches on
and enjoys the joke.
None of my jewelry
is expensive,
or will worry me if lost.
I am too busy loving life,
this day,
the cardinals,
(singing for no one),
the free coffee,
and the laughs.
I love vivid moments
in the break room,
the haha
with colleagues,
when our students
are in music class.
I forgot
what we laughed about.
It was too good
for semantic details.
The coffee
was Duncan Donuts:
weak, but worth it.
The snow is melting.
It is boring
and gray, outside.
The best laughter
doesn’t need a reason.
Miss Haley: your laugh
ignited mine.
When our classroom
was sedate, sleepy
and quiet,
you woke me up.
Across the hall,
a two-year old
was sitting on your lap
getting his shoes tied.
You were
being you.
I don’t need to know
the story
behind your laugh.
The richness of it
enriched my day.
My job, my school,
my colleagues
all bring me home.
Thank You For Your Service
“Thank you for your service."
How many times have I heard that.
Do they know or understand?
Do they really care?
I fought at Bloody Antietam,
Shiloh, Gettysburg and Franklin.
Blue and gray, makes no difference.
Casualties measured by the thousands.
I fought at Belleau Woods and Meuse-Argonne.
Mud filled trenches stinking with filth.
Mustard gas stinging eyes, burning lungs.
The war to end all wars till the next one.
I landed at Normandy, fought at terrible
Tarawa, Tinian and Okinawa, Sicily and
too many other places to name.
Freeing the world from tyrants.
I fought at the Pusan Perimeter, Inchon Landing
And retreated from Frozen Chosin.
Saving the Koreans from themselves.
Prelude to the next civil war.
I fought at the Ia Drang, Hamburger Hill
Khe San and An Loc.
Saw the horror of My Lai
Why were we there?
I have been fighting for twenty years
In the hell of Iraq
and Afghanistan saving the world from
terrorism.
Do they see the dead?
Bodies piled upon bodies
mutilated beyond recognition and
rotting in the heat and sun.
Do they see the Gold Star Families
who lost so much but gained so little.
Some lucky enough to have coffins.
Others never returned.
Do they see the physically wounded?
Legs, arms, hands,eyes gone.
Skin burned and scarred.
After effects linger for years.
Do they see the wounded in spirit?
Marriages destroyed. Alcoholism,
suicide, drug addiction.
Nightmares as constant companions.
The shakes in the Civil War.
Shell shock in the Great War.
Two-thousand yard stare in WWII.
PTSD from ‘Nam to the present.
Do they visit V.A’s,
give to the Wounded Warriors or
support the USO.
Do they really care or are the words:
“Thank you for your service”
just a passing fad.
Seven thousand dollars a week
would turn hamburger helper dinners into steak
Would end five AM time to wake
a new fancy home with a community gate
Need to win it
A jackpot of Mega or Powerball
I would travel the world and be in awe
Of all the sights and places that'll drop your jaw
Scratching off my bucket list all I recall
Need to win it
Lady luck save me, please
Lady luck always a tease
Money for tickets fly away with the breeze
Praying to win so selfish but geez
Need to win it
Need to win it
Want to spend it
Tired of being dependent
Got to get it
The pooer you are, the richer you dream.
All the day I wait for the night,
Before the night, I look for games and neon light,
Calling up my friends for this wonderful time,
Done punctually with my homework before this time,
Especial tent is made for enjoying the night,
From far away, this night tent looks like castle,
Grapes, apple, and papaya aren't allowed for this time,
Hamburger, cold drink and french fries are welcomed for this night,
I am the only one who doesn't sleep at night,
Just because I want to enjoy when everyone see dreams,
Knowledge of moon during its time,
Lonely, I might be studying its movement during its night,
Making noises may disturb the ones who enjoy their dreams,
Not only the people may be disturbed,
Our sleeping satellite might also get disturbed at its time,
Party at night time is full of joy,
Queen of night is none other than me,
Resting, sleeping and enjoying party like me,
Starts and ends only at night time!
The Amazon
The Amazon rainforest cries and the mighty river senses the doom.
The inhabitants of the forest are beleaguered in fear of losing out
the logging, the clearing of land, estates for cattle, future
hamburger meat.
Those who try to help the people of amazon are murdered
not by the rich but by the deluded poor who fear for their livelihood.
A tragedy is enfolding the world watches helplessly, wring hands
and write learned articles about the plight of the Jungle people.
If the rainforest dies, the river will die as well
A new desert where nothing grows except scorpions and snakes
and the nature will suffer the people who lived there
will be extinct, in the name of democracy where everything
is legal if you are mighty; in the end, the globe will die.
Self-talking old man
Spends all day mumbling;
Best cryptic lines
Sun in my eyes briefly
Antiseptic tears;
Crystal clear sights
Prompt as usual
Bills in the mail;
Paid with gratitude
Make love your work
Then play becomes
Labour at life's altar
Columbarium thoughts
Death sleeps soundly;
No U-turns here
Brief monologue
Niche 211-1-88;
Visit dead parents
Love tolerates
Stuff and nonsense;
God is good
A friend suffers
Cancer treatment;
Poison cocktail drugs
Chemotherapy drip
Steady poison pump;
Balding afterglow
Life is hazardous:
Keep calm
And don't kill yourself
My niece eats and sleeps
Fine arts and great design;
Skinny as mini Coke Zero
Hamburger generation
Fussy one of a kind;
Fast everything and Facebook
Leon Enriquez
18 August 2014
Singapore
Casserole
The word strikes terror in my family
They know it will be all the leftovers of the week
Thrown into a bowl with a couple of raw eggs
Maybe doused with cheese sauce and cooked until
it is a lovely golden brown.
Casserole.
They begin making other arrangements.
“I am dining with friends.”
“I am meeting my friend Carol at Pizza Hut.”
“I have a business dinner tonight.”
“But you are only five,” I argue. “What business is it?
Casserole
This could include but is not limited to lima beans, carrots,
French fries, creamed corn, brown sugar, hamburger, peas,
spaghetti o’s, macaroni and cheese, and a bit of peanut butter sandwich.
I thought they were overreacting until I left huge dollops of one
that they would not even taste on paper plates for the raccoons
who tippy-toes around them and did not eat them.
Written 8-2-2019
Contest: Cornucopia Cooking Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Try to imagine the Alice Cooper song "School's Out for Summer" as you see these words. I tried to match the rhythm of that song to this jingle:
Well, I need to eat,
but I’m in the mood
for some seasoned meat
and the world’s best food.
Well, I can’t eat any old hamburger
A Maid-Rite sandwich I prefer!
Maid-Rite’s the winner,
lunchtime or dinner.
Love that place to pieces!
Crumbled cheesy beef on bun
Onion rings and shakes! What fun.
Well, I don’t want shrimp
and I don’t want caviar.
And I don’t want rib eye steak.
Not even a pie or a chocolate cake.
Crumbled cheesy beef on bun
Onion rings and shakes! What fun.
Tenderloins or crispy fries.
Maid-Rite's is the food I prize.
Lunch time or dinner,
Maid-Rite’s the winner.
Made RIGHT and tasty,
Maid-Rite forever!
5/28/15 Now used for PD's 100 in a ROW contest -- 11 PREMIERE number 2 Poetry Contest
(Last year they closed the one and only Maid Rite place in my state. So we drove a long distance to eat there. It makes me wonder if the owner did enough to market his restaurant. Either that, or this state simply can't catch the vision!!! Maid-Rites, rock on forever!!!)
Burger and fries
At a roadside stand
Constant buzzing of the flies
Under an angry yellow sun
The mustard dripped down from the hamburger
Onto her brand new dress
She stared down at it
When she looked up,
There was a tear in her eye
The single glistening salt tear
Of her frustration, her anger
Harold, she said
He didn't hear her, continued to eat
Harold, she said again louder,
Choking back a plaintive sob,
I didn't think it would be like this
He looked up, uncomprehending
Like what, he mumbled
Like this, she cried, our honeymoon,
At a goddamned hamburger stand
He blinked and swallowed
I want a divorce, she screamed
This is a nightmare
His mind plodded through grease
He found an answer
But we haven't had sex yet, he said
Oh, she said quietly
She thought about that for a second
And then started eating her burger again
White potato, Sweet potato, Hot potato, Irish.
White, sweet, hot, and Irish..
Spuds for all occasions.
We fry'em.We slice'em.We dice'em.We bake'em.
We mash'em.We hash'em.We whip'em, then dip'em.
I like'em next to my hamburger.French fried.
If you're hungry girl? Just give me a call.
Bring the knife, the fork, the plate, and you all.
We're ready for spuds, and we drink lots of suds.
The party is movin', and we're really groovin'..
So come on down, to our Irish Pub.
There's plenty of food, and loads of fun.
White potato, Sweet potato, Hot potato, Irish..
White, sweet, hot, and Irish.
Spuds for all occasions.
We fry'em.We slice'em.We dice'em.We bake'em.
We mash'em.We hash'em.We whip'em, then dip'em.
I like'em next to my hamburger.French fried.
Spuds for all occasions..
Potato-Food-Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
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