Long Margarine Poems

#A Nod To My MOTHER Who LOVED Her BLACKEYE PEAS. "So Do I", If Cooked GOOD..."YES PLEASE!" A GREAT "B" LETTER FOOD...
BROCCOLI 
BOK CHOY 
BERRIES 
BEETS (THESE ARE THE TYPE OF "BEATS" I LIKE...SAID A...

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What have we become?
         We who used to sit in my bedroom
         listening to Beatles records on headphones.
We spoke...

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I WILL HAVE THE FILET OF HUMAN SOUL BUT DON’T USE ANY                       ...

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I WILL HAVE THE FILET OF HUMAN SOUL BUT DON’T USE 
ANY                       ...

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Destined to be a failed success...a successed fail...yes, I made up a bizarre name with a matching term to success...I'm clutter butter (margarine) when I should be the finest quality of butter when I utter...

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I WILL HAVE THE FILET OF HUMAN SOUL BUT DON’T USE ANY                       ...

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False promises and bold faced lies
			From leaders we call men,
			Too foolish, vain and unwise
			It’s the election blues again.

			Feign to believe the web they weave
			With patient ears we listen,
			Future balanced if they achieve
			From deceitful eyes teeth...

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Oooh now then. Oh just wow. A scarlet salivating sentinel sentiment is wafting air at that door. Blowing. Blowing is not bubbling so do not count powder puffs or smoke globules that radiate sideways. It...

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It was a mistake to take home economics out of the curriculum at so many high schools, says Wally, a retired teacher who has an ongoing interest in education. He taught high school for many...

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The Crushed Skulls

the crushed skulls

and the 

torn-off legs

and the 

single shots piercing countless heads


women, men, children
young, old, everyone just a human being

when will we tire of the senseless killing which we keep on impotently seeing


the...

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I SHUDDER TO  THINK 

I  shudder to think about the way 
Some  vegetables are  abused every day -
With physical  and psychological  slights
In gross violation of their vegetable rights.

Handicapped vegetables...

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I wish she was alive,
I simply wish she was alive,
The mother I lost a year prior,
If by some stroke of good luck God
Could defer her death,
Till she witness my wedding
Also, opened for me his arms...

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Early Life
Of Miracle man
July 18, 2020

Today I’m remembering the old times
when phones were party line, (if you had one) and life was simpler.
When stores weren’t open on Sunday and no one worked.
It was church, family...

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Bread and Butter showed up first, 
thank God, with bread and butter 
(we hadn't any food out yet).
They had flown in from Detroit
on a real time-crunch.

Then the Gherkins arrived
Pushing through and eating
Half the sourdough and...

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Whether working wallabies would weave waved warm wafers or whether wallpaper would wear walls is two times a question really. It is rational to assume that an ass jacket would dart over a yak and...

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Sex Advice For Men
          
Wear double rubbers 24 hours a day
Don’t have sex in boxer shorts
If your woman is pretty, do it in the light
If she...

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Everything my mother or grandmother cooked
was good for your soul
from the rich beef ribs 
braised in a new red wine
to the lamb or pork
nurtured tenderly with fresh herbs
or even the high fat meat loaf
never served...

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I washed my hands this morning when I visited the loo,
Then went and touched the tap, which you really shouldn’t do,
And then I scratched my nose, because I had an itch, 
Then with my bare...

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No more cheese!

By Stanley Russell Harris
Poetry Soup Honorable Mentioned.
(The mad author)

Saw my doctor the other day.
Was a routine appointment I say.
Well was for me as I’m unwell.
Better than saying as sick as hell.

Another tablet I...

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The fancy degree from a world famous school
set in a frame that’s worth more
than the paper on which it’s printed
all the awards
the accolades
none of it has taught you
the lessons I learned long ago
before either of...

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My Grandma smelt of peppermints. 
Her kitchen of boiling bacon, 
and margarine - it was always steamy 
and 'welcomingly' warm. 

The bathroom, off the kitchen, 
smelt of carbolic soap, and a layer 
of talcum powder...

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she was raised by a psycho father, 
and a co-dependant mother 

a revolving door on her house 
to accommodate all her mothers' 
lovers' 

her mother partied large 
invited all the street strays 

it was here,...

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No Butter? (when a country practice monopoly)

“Butter, the chef said, I can’t fry a snitzel without butter? If I use margarine 
it gets too salty and tastes like whale, if I use olive oil, it...

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When it is too late

When I was twelve I lived at a farm milking and looking after cows, but a war had ended and the impression it made stayed with me and nothing could change...

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Gluggy margarine marine grips keels
        Apex sun spreads sickly circle of lard
        Plugged lungs, gust momentum marred
    ...

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