Long Home baked Poems

I scribbled quickly
As they wrote their final exam
Little notes of appreciation
A special individualized message
Thanking each student
For having been in my class
And for bringing me joy
Reminding each one
Of the potential that lies within
For each is a...

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Talk to me now...of day break
Of questing light
The sky
Salted with clouds
crimson with a spectrum of a rainbow at dawn
or
peppered with grey and raindrops

Sugared all
with the seeds of a new day

The question lies ahead
eventually we all...

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I reminisce, I miss....                               ...

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Yorkshire, 1914
I patch mended her copper saucepan,
Edged an axe, two cleavers and a knife.
I did all the jobs that were required.
By this comely young farmer’s wife.
She served me a platter of rare beef
With chunks of...

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Liquid filled dreams crept through the cool night breeze as a still distant thunder cracked the horizon.

  I thought to my self that an earth quake must be taking ground for it’s sake. 

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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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Simple were my tastes as a Hoosier country boy.
I'd heard of the fancy grub enjoyed by the hoi polloi,
But what set my youthful taste buds aquiver instead,
Was a helpin' of Mom's home-baked ham and gravy...

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Yes, I’ll admit I am that crazy cat lady,
            mother of my beautiful Persian Sadie.
She’s sassy and brassy and full of spice, 
 ...

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I want to tell you a story,
about one Christmas morning.
The snow was falling,
and the wind was roaring.
Holly and Christmas ferns decorated the door.
Gifts piled high around the tree on the floor.
Home baked goods from the...

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I sat down many times to write a letter to you. I could never figure out what to say after the greeting. Have you ever felt the same way? To begin a letter and never...

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You say you got the blues
well I've got them too,
so lets go down to
the Blues Diner
where everyone wears
blue suede shoes,
their decor is shaded
all kinds of colors,
from turquoise to
indigo sky blue,
they even got the
Blues Brothers or...

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A dusty, wooden table, painted a vibrant
red, stands alone in a vacant ole'
farmhouse kitchen.  Nearby is a
window sporting many panes of 
broken glass, allowing vivid sunlight 
to filter throughout this rotting structure.

A large jar...

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The chicken soup and matzoh balls
Are ready for the pot.
The hard-boiled eggs are in the fridge.
(We never eat them hot.)

The items for the Seder plate
All wait for their debut,
With my homemade charoses.
(Google if you have...

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The delicious odor of home-baked bread
instantly takes me to mum's kitchen door,
I'm in heaven, though not a word is said.
Kneading the dough, she'd punch it down once more, 
calling for three risings, she'd give it...

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Boxes and boxes of lovely soft creams,
ready to be loaded on our ship of dreams.
Chocolate cream pies, and chocolate E'clairs,
lemon filled donuts, and Jelly cream bars.

Oodles and oodles of illicit delights,
watching my hips grow out...

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The metro man is out! Smooth skin,
They say, is now no longer in.
The sexy man has facial hair,
Some stubble, or a beard. His flair
Is outdoor rugged, manly charm.
He wears tattoos on hairy arm.
He loves his...

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Where is Christmas?

Where oh where is Christmas?
my favorite time of year
Christmas lights and falling snow
home-baked goodies as we
watch the cheer from streets below-

But now is Summertime 
and I can only dream
so I will close my...

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Good Old Days
(Ricks 32)

Once again
the good old days
just sit back
unwind, take a trip back
when life was much slower
home baked bread
apple butter
pure delight.

Country fairs
penny postcards
kick ball games
the milk was delivered
and doctors made house calls
with no TV
grandpa's...

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