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I'm the only one at our house who relishes onions and liver.
Ah, the thought of that delicacy sends up my spine a shiver!
Never mind that my spouse almost gags and must pinch her nose,
Keeping the frying pan at bay as that malodorous aroma flows!
When a pan of onions and liver is sizzling in the kitchen,
To attack that delectable repast, my delicate palate is itchin'!
I take no heed concerning liver and all of its cholesterol.
Alas, it is seldom on the menu at our table after all!
A supper of onions and liver is just not at all complete,
Without a slab of cherry pie and ice cream for a treat.
The entree' must include peas, gravy and smashed pertaters,
And on the side a salad liberally laced with fresh termaters!
I grew up chomping on onions and liver as a Hoosier lad,
'Specially at butchering as hogs' fates were sealed by Dad!
We'd never heard of lobster thermidor or cordon bleu.
Shucks, at our humble abode we were pleased with a zesty stew!
I've heard that too much cholesterol can bring about an early doom.
Should that occur, this epitaph would be most appropriate for my tomb:
"Docs warned him about onions, liver and bad cholesterol;
Alas, he took no heed - his demise they could not forestall!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
I’m so much in love with a lass from above
It leaves such a knot in my gut
For it’s hard to kiss one’s favourite miss
When her tongue dangles out of her butt
Her eyes grow on stalks, which sway when she walks
And I really like licking her skin
I get naughty thoughts when I’m sucking her warts
For her sweat is effectively gin
Her big bulbous nose and her seventeen toes
All sprout from her one massive foot
And her head is quite bare save for one curly hair
While her teeth are the colour of soot
I know that her face is all over the place
With a most private place for an ear
But I can’t resist those moments of bliss
When she whispers my name from her rear
It might seem absurd but haven’t you heard
That there are no men up on Mars
So they come to Earth when they want to give birth
And chat up the men in our bars
But she can’t conceive with our human creed
So Martian girls self propagate
They just use us lot to get themselves hot
For there is no compatible mate
But now I’ve been shown her erogenous zone
You won’t find me getting all glum
There’s one naughty place on the side of her face
You should see what she has for a thumb.
In life and nature orange is all around us, just ordinary orange,
orange cats, nothing special, orange leaves we kick out of the way;
marigold flowers and we just walk by, ordinary things in life,
tiger lily's grow on the side of the road, perhaps we think them weeds.
an apricot, honey sunset, do we stop to gaze, or rush away,
just ordinary orange things in our world, a tangerine fish in the sea;
swimming in the filigree coral, a marmalade coloured bird singing,
I used to think of myself as ordinary, ordinary could have been my name.
of no special quality or interest, unexceptional, plain, inferior,
just an ordinary orange girl, but then suddenly like an orange flower;
blooming under the orange tinted sun, I blossomed, and became,
exceptional and beautiful, and like the orange cat, I do not need to be told.
I just know that I am beautiful inside, my spirit is a marigold glow,
so ordinary orange is quite beautiful, if you bother to stop and behold.
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March 4, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Ordinary Orange
Copyright Protected, ID 16-764-110-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, United Colours: Orange
sponsor, Silent One
Third Place
Tried to write something philosophical
But the strain on my brain was immense
Heard something whir then POP
Thought to myself, “that can't be good”
Felt fine otherwise
But suddenly was able to complete
Complex mathematical equations with ease
Never ever been accused of being a genius before
But all of a sudden I was able to figure out
The meaning of life among other amazing feats
Then a vision of my Mummy dear
Who passed away in nineteen-seventy
Reached out and patted me on the head
And said, “I'm so proud of you, my son”
“Was just talking to Albert Einstein yesterday
And he told me they were preparing
A special place of honour for you up here”
Belted myself on the side of the head
To make sure I wasn't dreaming
I wasn't dreaming!!!
Nearly swallowed my dentures
Started coughing and sputtering and reciting
“To be or not to be, that is the question”
Now I know I've heard that somewhere before
“Whether 'tis nobler...” Shakespeare perhaps
Well to make a long story short
When I return to the site
Be prepared to greet a whole different Jack
A much more sophisticated Jack
One that will absolutely blow you away
With his new found smarts
One that you'll feel honoured to call a friend
And if you believe all of this
I have some valuable swamp land in Florida
To offer you at a very good price!
On my journey through life
I carry with me, pride;
Keeping it under control
With some humility on the side.
I am proud of my heritage,
And those who’s last name that I share;
My parents and siblings
All helped to get me here.
I am proud of my children,
And the adults they’ve become;
And proud of coming grandchildren
With whom I’ll have much fun.
I am proud of my accomplishments,
As limited as they may be;
I found they were sufficient enough
To provide for my family.
I am proud of these poems I write,
Though they may lack artistic flare;
I am even proud of the fact
That gracefully I lost my hair.
And I find now that my life’s journey
Is beginning to near it’s end,
The pride doesn’t start to fade -
It only gets deepened.
So please don’t think of me
As being arrogant;
But, I am proud of my journey through life
And how my time was spent.
Written for the "I Carry With Me ..." contest, sponsored by Paula Swanson.
Written and posted on 5/10/2011
What decade is this if not 2020 at the start
In vision and vicissitude to you and future
Decadent in every way is in decline
A rocking chair or recliner define me
I must love you but only 10 years at a time
Because I get lost beyond that point
Since I only have 10 digits to count on
And they get lost when math becomes involved
Goes beyond my fingers which are always sticky
From finger licking chicken eaten on the side
Deplorables welcome me into their ranks
If I could be more sullied I would be delicious
Or is it delirious or something from the past
Odious becomes me because odious is best
And that is not a question
It is 2020 at least for 12 months or more
But who is keeping score
Certainly not me because as I stated
That thing about the fingers keeps me in my place
Decadent is not a state of mind or something pleasant
It is a decade with many days inside
One day I will have to leave them all behind
If I hold up two hands I'll let you decide
But not just right now because
I have at least 10 years to get beyond
You walk along the sandy beach
And you taste the salted air
You step on very tiny shells
As the wind blows through your hair
The ocean splashes on your feet
As your baking in the sun
You see a ship in the horizon
And children having fun
Surfers surfing atop the waves
And swimmers swim and float
Beach balls and sand castles on the shore
And fisherman in their boat
Lifeguards whistling at drifters at sea
And whistles at girls from the boys
Pigeons and seagulls and volleyball players
Creating some of the noise
Umbrellas, blankets, and burning tanners
And musclemen flexing their chests
Swimsuits, short shorts, and girls in bikinis
Showing off some of their breasts
Boardwalk walkers' walk into arcades
And they play the pinball machines
The teen-age gamers thinking they're cool
Wearing their cut-off and fringy new jeans
Pizza slice vendors sell sausage and peppers
With onions and fries on the side
More vendors sell ice-cream and cotton candy
And funnel cakes and zeppoli's- deep fried
So, today or tomorrow maybe go to the beach
Walk the boardwalk or just walk in the sun
When you go to the beach on a sunshiny day
No doubt- you'll get a tan and have fun!
it was a
glorious sunny day
a day I would never forget
I waited till the flower shop opened
I was their first customer that morning
perfumes were rich and magnificent
I knew exactly what I came in to get
a few exquisite long stemmed roses
and the color had to be just right
peach on the side of salmon rosé
coral with the blush of tangerine
apricot with a hue of orangina
here there they were
and they were mine
my heart was
elated
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on March 11, 2021 for contest FLOWER OR FLOWERS IN IMAGISM FORM sponsored by CONSTANCE LA FRANCE - RANKED 1ST
Fresh baby berries blue, spread out in afternoon
On a fluffy smooth bed of cheesecake creamery
A surface filled with new red cherries mix
Clean peach slices cold and quite delicious
Fill in foundations on the side of delicate delights
A thin line of chocolate swirls above pure love
Deserts heaven is at the core of tasty pleasure
Too bad savages can't employ a fork
That would be too easy, normal and what for
Barbarians destroy the mood
Never learned to use a spoon
Filthy hands grab at the cake
Savages fill their faces full
Stuff it in with wild abandonment
Laughter remains with dirty plates
Manners and crumbs lay on the floor
*(This is an Epulaeryu poem with a twist)
Some one a small tree given to me
wild grape tree
was placed in the upper right corner of
writing poems desk
when sing, thinking
when miss any one
when I just stand still
when leaving or entering a room
I looked at the flowerpot
especially hard before going to bed
As soon as I sit down at
peeked peeked
Picked up the mess and came
cleaned it up and planted
a crimson glory vine
I don't know how beautiful
during the night
buds, shiny green leaves
seeing what hiding behind the branches
that are barely visible
I felt how precious daily day is
If I open the window a little,
little winds
shook the big leaves:
said hello
Unfortunately,
the tree branches towards the window
that is not me,
approached the sunlight
I couldn't bring it to me forcibly
I separarted the rod that controls the blinder
It plugged on the side of the pot where I am
attached branches and petals to the stick
But after a few hours
branches and petals fall off again
was facing the window and sunlight
After thinking and thinking
I made up my mind to let it be alone
I felt at ease too
"Strength cannot overcome love"
another morning
branche and leaves
they were pointing at me writing
to lean on poetry
was moving towards me
Of course,
they haven't touched the stick yet.