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Hot steamy mashed potatoes dripping with blond gravy,
My mouth waters as I dip a spoon into mama’s peppered
corn casserole, a magical phenomenon that no one else has been
able to duplicate even with a recipe.
How had I missed the mountain of sweet potatoes languishing
in brown sugar sauce, with a marshmallow topping? I give
myself a couple of liberal helpings.
I smile at the delectable homemade roll,
which is glistening with melted butter.
Diets can start another day. Not today. Maybe
after all of the leftovers are gone, but not a second
before every single piece of homemade fudge is devoured.
Raspberry cobbler heated up with a glob of
icy cold vanilla ice cream or creamy chocolate cake
with seven-minute frosting? Is that pumpkin pie with
real whipped cream?
There are perhaps better ways to die,
but I can think of none of them.
Christmas at Mama’s house; be still my heart.
The story's told of bygone days,
Of a man named Vince with his soul ablaze,
While the hearts of animals far and near
Were filled with abject dread and fear.
The best these beasts could do was run,
For Vince had planned to eat every one.
Yes, he planned to eat every one,
Rare, medium, or well-done.
He ate not just chicken, pork, and beef,
But an assortment of animals beyond belief.
He didn't stop at goat, or lamb or duck -
Why, any animal might be out of luck.
He sometimes dined on rabbit stew,
And the legs of frogs, he ate them too.
Yes, the legs of frogs he ate them too.
What would the animals do?
And then upon one fearful, fateful day,
Vince to his appetite did obey.
So, he placed the fish he caught with a hook
In a fiery pan, after just one look -
But, this fish was more than he bargained for.
Yes, this pacu meant to even the score.
He wouldn't be turned to gore.
No, he wouldn’t be turned to gore.
As soon as the pan was heated up,
This fish upon his tail stood up,
His bulging eyes in fury displayed,
His frothing mouth in a mad tirade,
Said that at this fiery battle's end,
To the devil he hoped Vince he'd send,
And one of them would to Hell descend -
Yes, one to Hell descend.
After the kicks and the punches flew,
Who remained among these two?
I’d like to tell you but I can’t disclose,
Simply because nobody knows.
Some say Vince roams the hills with a wild-eyed look
And a knife in his mouth and a fish cookbook,
But the fish I’ve spoken to say, "look
And find your answer in yonder brook".
Regret is temporary
Fret is forever scary
Built to be joyous
I’m so boisterous
I’m safe in your arms tonight
Nestled in lullabies without a fright and with so much might
I’ll be forever fretful if you’re gone
I can’t move on when you’re gone
End this sorrow within and once again,
Make me feel like a ten and then
Forever fretfulness will disappear in no time
Forever fretfulness shall have fear, for hope will conquer
Never give up and will you love me up sometime?
Summertime is for us to shine and rise up and endure
I bet you’ll last long
Fret will no longer belong
Tilt the boat afloat
Put on your coat
I’m safe in your arms tonight
Nestled in miseries and happiness and delight
I’ll be forever fretful if you’re gone
I can’t move on when you’re gone
End this sorrow within and once again,
Make me feel like a ten and then
Forever fretfulness will disappear in no time
Forever, forever, forever lost
Forever fretfulness shall have fear, for hope will conquer
Forever, forever, forever found
Never give up and will you love me up sometime?
Forever, forever, forever shine
Summertime is for us to shine and rise up and endure
Relieve me from this grief
Let me go like this withering leaf
Beginning to feel my ending unfold
I’m trying to be so bold in the cold
But now, I’m heated up and oh so damn alive
I will survive, arriving done in your mind and heart, I will be so darn suffice
I will so survive and I’ll have a confident drive
I’m your living sacrifice and pay the price of reality — take your own advice!
I’ll be forever fretful if you’re gone
I can’t move on when you’re gone
End this sorrow within and once again,
Make me feel like a ten and then
Forever fretfulness will disappear in no time
Forever, forever, forever lost
Forever fretfulness shall have fear, for hope will conquer
Forever, forever, forever found
Never, never give up
Never, never give up
Though you feel forever fretful
Though you feel forever regretful
You are beautiful and precious
You are dutiful and gracious
Inspired by the song “Turbulence” by P!nk
“Mommy,” I cry,
desperate for kindness.
I don’t like her;
why did you leave me here?
I’m tied with blue twine,
both hands and feet,
forced to sit on this fake wooden floor.
She’s by the stove,
iron frying pan heated up
with the scent of roasted peanuts,
or is it burning flesh…
Heavy sobs escape my three-year old lips;
I want gentle hugs,
ones mommy or daddy would give
after telling me stories of the ancients,
the ones where mommy tightens her grip,
smiling at her little miracle.
I want those soft kisses on my forehead,
the ones daddy would give
when he sees me, regardless of tired eyes
or happy glimmers.
“Mommy,” I whimper,
please, come and stop her.
Those cold, merciless eyes
like the ones Medusa has;
just because she doesn’t turn people to stone
doesn’t alleviate anything.
She takes the pan off the stove
and walks over to helpless me.
Please, no, get her away, I’m begging, please-
she deliberately jabs my left hand with the pan,
my tender flesh turns a lovely shade of burnt, angry red,
hot frying oil crackling like noisy firecrackers on Lunar New Year.
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!
She pulls that cast-iron pan away,
my skin pulsing with heat,
agitated by the cool morning air.
Painful tears flow down my matching crimson cheeks;
mommy, why did you leave me here,
why did you let her do this?
Mommy, it hurts.
I don’t want to be in this house,
near this person,
tortured like a slave about to be branded,
or hear insults directed to me in a convoluted accent.
Can you take me home early, please;
I don’t want beatings from a flat, 18-inch, bamboo rod,
to be locked in darkness,
or to be rooted in this helpless predicament.
Please- I’m pleading, praying, head bowed in hopeful agony-
Mommy, don’t let her hurt me.
Fire hydrants, fire trucks and firemen's faces
After they have been heated up
Chocolate heart boxes, and the prettiest roses
Some of the most fragrant tulips
Ruby jewelry, all sparkly and haughty
My favorite boots, my checkered shirt, my brick oven
An artist once told me without a splash of red, art is not art
I do not know about that, for I favor orange, which is red with the sun
Red umbrella with orange cats, red dog collar, red french fry holder
Valentines, and Santa Claus, Christmas stockings trimmed in green
Best of all, my mother's red stove in the early 60's
Which no one else bought because all other stoves were white
She did her whole kitchen in red and everyone loved it
Pizza Huts, and Christmas lights; all in reds.
Bulls and red hankies, clowns and red noses.
What would we do without red? How would we know to stop?
I woke up this morning,
Blessed to see a new day;
I'm not rich but happy,
What else is there to say?
My hair is getting thinner,
I have bags underneath;
There's one thing I can smile about,
I still have most of my teeth
These ol’ eyes are open,
As sharp as they can get;
The mind comes and goes at times,
But I ain't senile yet
Aches and pains may frequent me,
Sex has slowed quite a bit;
Once the motor gets heated up,
It's difficult to quit
Hard work’s never hurt me,
I'm hanging with the best;
Young folks gaze in stunning awe,
While I put ‘em to the test
I'm so blessed to be alive,
At peace in my humble home;
Side by side with the lady,
That's why I love this poem
Shower during summer, It is due to convection
by seasonal wind.
Land gets heated up, hot air goes up, pulls up stream from the seas on earth.
Comes in hot summer, settles the dust in the air and cools the high heat.
A renown scientist
Dr. Reed Richards
One whose a genius
Constructed a rocket before NASA
Mercury and Gemini
He wanted to be the first man to explore space
Be the first to move heaven and earth
Along on his trip to space
He took his best friend as a pilot
His future wife and her hot-heated brother
Their mission was to discover outer heavens
But they ran into cosmic radiation
Bombarding their bodies radioactivcally
Piercing them recreating them
Making them more than human
Dr. Reed Richards whose mind is stretched beyond mine and yours
His body became elongated
What a reaction now Reed is Mr. Fantastic
Also effected were the other three
Ben Grimm bumped up, turn into rock like brick brick being
A scream from Sue Ah! your, you turn into a, a Thing
Thus being noted as the ever loving blue eyed Thing
The hot tempered teenager brother of Sue Storm
Johnny Storm heated up body temperature flamed on
The Human Torch reborn
Rocket shaking breaking up fearful, frighten Susan Storm
So scared of what she's witnessing she turns invisible
This is the origin of the....
Fantastic 4
11/16/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Roger was an humble man,
who dreamed of being a stud;
for when it came to pleasure,
poor Roger was a dud!
He created a little tool,
powered by electricity;
guaranteed for pleasure,
a boost to virility
A simple strap around his waist,
electrodes taped to his rear;
a remote control for comfort,
to the one he loved so dear
Late one Saturday evening,
his girl was dressed in red;
after a scrumptious dinner,
they hurried off to bed!
Roger was lean and ready,
he strapped on his device,
when the passion heated up,
she was reaching paradise!
That's when he pushed the button,
increasing his sexual speed;
"I'm the man!!"...he boldly cried,
a mistake he made indeed
His ego began to trip,
with a goal to last an hour;
Behold, the sex machine!!
he was now a super power!
Sparks began to fill the room,
followed by a burst of flame;
the sheets began to crackle,
Roger was all to blame!
Volts passed through their bodies,
their hair stood up on ends;
what started out as pleasure,
was painful for our friends!
A hole burned through the mattress,
as they crashed onto the floor;
she grabbed him by his hairy ear,
and tossed him out the door!
Standing naked in her view,
his butt severely scorched;
he begged his girl for mercy,
as he wept out on the porch!
To all you "stud creatures",
stupidity's often bred;
machismo's for the dreamer,
and so is an empty bed!
"Twas during the Cuban Missile Crisis of October nineteen sixty-two,
When I was proudly wearing the distinctive Air Force suit of blue.
I was sent to perform an inspection at another Air Force base.
The Crisis heated up and I was told to get home as fast as I could race!
I landed at LAX and waited impatiently for my grip at the carousel.
At last I spotted it and there was no doubt it was mine I could easily tell.
Upon arriving home I told my spouse and kids all about the trip,
And laid the suitcase on the bed and proceeded to open my grip.
My spouse nearly fainted and much to my children's glee,
(And to my consternation) lay a heap of ladies lingerie!
In my haste at the airport I'd grabbed a bag exactly like mine,
And rushed out of the terminal knowing everything would be fine!
Oft, I've wondered what the lady's baffled husband's reaction was,
When she opened my bag and beheld my drawers and some ciga's!
The airline swapped bags and with the lady there was no direct contact.
The episode became family lore and our marriage remained intact!
Entry for Cindi Rockwell's "My Most Embarrassing Moment" Contest