Long Helpings Poems
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hiding under the flannel sheets
viewing the static matinee
thinking it is too late for me
i decide to start
i realize that i am actually good at something
i study over too many of those mini snicker bars
i study over too many bottles of that black cherry propel
i study over listening to a song called "peppermint twist" on repeat
i study over a plethora of small prayer breaks in between
walking amongst a crowd of the overcrowded
watching the detectives detect
knowing now that it is never too late
i decide to continue
i realize that i am actually better than i thought at something
i practice after three slices of bacon and mushroom pizza
i practice after two helpings of baked ziti
i practice after two downing a wonderful grilled chicken salad
i practice after another collection of small prayer breaks in between
now here i am in this cap and gown
i am in dire need of anything that will immediately coat my stomach right now
suddenly i remember where my mindstate was in the last chapter of my life
my emotions pour over internally....until my name is called....
a few hours later....somewhere in the wee hours of the morning....another prayer session happens....
my knees may be a little sore....but pain is love....and pain is life....also pain can lead to blessings....that being know....i leave the light on....
I entered the hotel dining room and sat at my table for an early breakfast, watching the rain pelting against the windows, overlooking the River Clyde. Conversation was limited; more audible the clinking of crockery and cutlery. The tour leader walked in and his booming voice cut through the gloomy atmosphere as he assured us that the trip was still on; the weather forecast was encouraging.
a senior lady
takes second helpings...
her bag bulges
When some time later we went out to board the coach, the rain had just about stopped. Outside the air was cold. Being people of little faith, we had donned jumpers or cardigans over our light clothes and carried raincoats over our arms. It was unwise to be caught unprepared. The tour leader was no exception!
crossing a bridge...
two honeymooners
sit on separate seats
The trip from Glasgow to Oban was calculated to take about two and a half hours, but with planned stops along the way it was going to take longer. We took our first break at Loch Lomond. The rain had stopped completely, but the clouds still hovered ominously overhead. More stops at Crianlarich and Kilchurn Castle followed. In the meantime the sun was making feeble attempts at making its presence felt, and sure enough the cold air became warmer.
the sky, reflected
in large puddles...
harebells and toadflax
When we finally arrived in Oban the clouds had dispersed, the heat increased, and thick clothing was discarded completely. A meal and a boat trip to Seal Island saw us all in high spirits.
On the return journey our luck ran out again. Clouds and rain accompanied us to the hotel, but it did not really matter. A nice warm shower and a decent meal was something to look forward to.
unpredictable
four seasons in one day
I juggle saijiki
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Placed 4th
© 17th August 2017
Gluttonous screen helpings of
‘A long time ago in a galaxy far far away..’
Lime boombox with Madonna singing,
‘Only when I’m dancin’ can I feel this free.’
Bread and butter of a pig tail soul;
My base bricks, these memories built me;
Grew up drawn to creativity,
carved my yearbook space unequivocally;
Walked with sweet n’ sour hooligans
who chose to live life differently;
Relentless teen of the DMV,
I learned the ropes on the trains of the city;
A poet with a head full of dreams,
and some of them I have made come true;
Ever changing but my roots are strong,
adaptable but loyal I forever stay;
Illuminating that smile I wore as a kid
are all the core memories that built me.
In late November fam’lies gather ‘round
to always celebrate Thanksgiving Day;
with feast on table, turkey golden browned,
they fold their hands pretending that they pray.
They gorge themselves with second helpings as
the food before them more than they can eat;
the shamelessness of feast affluence has,
and even fam’ly dog will get a treat.
Yet, as this fam’ly feasts, on corner stands
a shabby homeless man with homemade sign
and tin cup held so tightly in his hands,
“Will work for money so that I can dine.”
Perhaps it’s time to view our soul’s good health
and with mankind forever share our wealth.
October 18, 2018
If I ruled the world
I would make sure that
All seniors would have a
Great life and not want for anything
Just the joy of making them happy
If I ruled the world
I would make sure that
A child is never abuse or hurt
They would be able to enjoy
Their childhood and not have
To worry about anything
Just be happy
I would make sure that
No one goes hungry
there would be enough food
For second maybe third helpings
I would make sure that
The ozone layer is repaired
It protects the earth
From the sun's rays and extreme heat
So, that the earth won't catch fire
If I ruled the world these are
Some of the things I would do
AUGUST 13, 2020
The secret for great flavor
in a baked cherry pie
Add a little almond extract
for the taste that will happily surprise
For dull tasteless vegetables
like cabbage and green beans
Add a little bacon grease
watch the kids lick their plate clean
For tender succulent beef
every Chinese chef knows
Mix the beef with baking soda
become a stir fry hero
Sauces to bland slow down
simmer that sauce for a taste profound
Slow and easy a little sugar will do
cook extra for second helpings too
Need some flavor oomph
in meats gravies and stews
A good shake of Worcestershire sauce
your taste buds will woo
Add the old stand by for any plan dishes
pour on the ketchup make it delicious
But the true secret ingredient every cook knows
a little love adds the flavor that makes your kitchen glow.
Blessings, saturated in God’s favor, fruitful, divine. You have yours. Here is a mind full of mine:
Agápe, a selfless love, contains all of God’s goodness and grace.
Baptism, an open air declaration; bath of Bathsheba, forgiven.
Clear conscience, nothing to hide - my dirty rag washed clean.
Depths of the wonders of God goes on and on and on, forever.
Everlasting life as fellow heirs of Christ; a precious kingdom key.
Forgiveness for we are all guilty - He lets us touch His hem.
Grace spoken; I am not in the sights of God’s wrath - thankful.
Helpings from friends folded hands; they share in answered prayers.
I AM — he knocked down opponents who stood up, nailed Him to a cross.
Just as I am, I was called, though knee deep in misery, He saved me.
Klepto - why steal from God? He lets me keep ninety percent — blessed.
Larger than life one may say, but He is life...
Multiplies what we need, what we ask for - God takes joy in this.
Name change — not what we see, but what He sees — our best.
Offering of praise brings heaven to us, changes things.
Psaltery of emotions, lets us know we are not alone in this flesh.
Questions of Jesus, pondered and extrapolated, deep answers.
Rapture, knowing we will also return with Him and angel armies.
Serendipities- God’s surprises better than gold.
Tree of life - I can’t wait to try its choice fruit - finders keepers.*
Under His wings, I have refuge.
Vision in the circle - as we envision God, He appears.
Weary, I do not faint, mounting on the wings of an eagle — soar...
Xray of strong bones, dry bones reborn.
Years spent studying His word pays dividends of wisdom and peace.
Zephyr breath of Holy Spirit, a gift that speaks.
7/16/2020
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*American saying - what you find you can keep. We find salvation, it is ours forever!
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.
From across this frozen wasteland
I spot a solitary amber light on shore
I wonder if they are looking at me
Or wondering what im out here for
But i think that they might be busy
Grabbing gifts from neath the tree
And having second helpings of stuffing
To be thinking at all of me
It makes me ponder my life's choices
That have lead me to this night
Frozen in this metal hull
With not a soul in sight
I sit and take the midnight watch
So the ship is safe and sound
But i keep staring at the amber light
Wishing i had both feet on the ground
The sunrise breaks on purple horizon
The amber light fades in mornings mist
The dark clouds slowly roll away
To recieve blue skies morning kiss
An icebreaker on the horizon
Is slowly making way
And all on board are cheering
Though we all missed christmas day
I remember the day as if it were yesterday,
The snowfall was heavy, we sat and watched it
We hadn’t spoken for god knows how long
Days would go by, me reading and she would knit
But that day we were both in silence, watching, waiting,
This was the only time we weren’t arguing, debating
Then I solemnly rose and went out in the snow
To rescue wood for the fire
And there...in the snow...she lay
What we could not have, longed for and desired
I picked her up, she was shivering and moaning
I placed her in my jacket and carried her
While I listened to her heavenly groaning
My wife who seemed spiritless came alive
When she laid eyes on her
And fussed “place her near the fire,”
I watched my wife gently clean her, delighted from the faint murmur.
It was half an hour when her little eyes open
She was terrified to see us
“Where is mum and dad?”
She calmed as my wife continued her motherly fuss
It was as if she belonged
As if she was ours
We gave her the gifts we bought for the one we could not have
And watched her open then up, we could have watched her for hours.
My wife brought out the huge turkey
We had the best Christmas feast
And finished with double helpings
Of six different ice cream, a special treat.
Then... the knock on the door
I answered it, the police with an old woman and man
“We looking for a little girl, her parents were killed in an accident
And she was in the car when it was hit by a van
Our angel came to the door,
Then ran out and hugged her grand parents
We kissed her good bye
And gave her all the presents
It was a year since we saw her,
We both sat in silence watching the snowfall
Then a knock at the door which broke our trance
And there she was with her grandparents, a lady now no longer small...
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