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Like counting the rings on a sycamore stump,
Nobody answers the phone.
And then when they do, they just put me on hold.
Time has a will of its own.
It flows midnight to noon from December to June
And then back again, day after day;
An illicit affair between tortoise and hare
In a hickory-dickory way.
I borrowed a scene from a screenplay I wrote.
Now I'm repaying the loan.
My script for the sequel rejected again.
Time has a will of its own.
It rolls Summer through Fall till Times Square drops the ball
As the signal to start a new year;
An impetuous race where we all run in place,
‘cause baby, nobody gets there from here.
There's nothing to do on a Saturday night;
Binge watching Netflix alone.
I ordered a pizza two hours ago.
Time has a will of its own.
The shorter your patience, the longer the wait.
Time has a will of its own.
Potato chip, I love you up,
my darling little buttercup.
A cup! A Reese’s chocolate one
with peanut butter. Oh, what fun!
What fun is time with nacho chips;
delightful cheese to tease my lips.
My lips around a hamburger,
with onion rings my heart to stir.
Stir the chili in the pot.
Add Tabasco; cook it hot.
Hot, that snack I love so well,
is buttered popcorn that I smell.
Smell the pasta fantasy-
sauce and parmesan for me.
Me and cheesecake, cherries atop.
Once I start, I cannot stop.
Stop for ice cream; what I wish-
a sundae sitting in a dish.
Dish me up some southern fried
with mashed potatoes on the side.
A side of bacon, crispy fat.
I see nothing wrong in that!
That’s a spicy hot tamale.
Enchiladas make me jolly.
Jolly Christmas; candies sweet,
turkey, ham; so much to eat.
Eat a pizza. It’s the best.
Now I’ve gotta take a rest.
Note~this is not autobiographical
I wear a mask, even at home.
My husband protests, that he must now sleep all alone.
I clean my kitchen for hours each day.
See, here I am washing the floors three times a day.
The bathroom~ many times more....
Don't forget handles on each and every door!
The counters may soon be invisible.
Those I clean by a number, uniquely divisible.
Gloves, I wear every single night and day.
See! My fingertips wrinkled on this morning in May.
My face, frightened blue,if a package doth arrive!
One never knows how many of those killers are on the
inside or outside.
All my mail must be sanitized too.
And the mailbox, why it's a coven of death for me or you!
With gloved lined hands, mask, then, I strongly hold by breath.
The mailman cometh, he might be my very death!
The person in blue, must be covered with 'them'!
Thus, I keep my distance, he's no longer my afternoon friend.
The pizza guy must leave the box on the porch.
After dinner, we burn it with a giant blow torch.
I have gotten used to living like this.
Social distancing, no dancing,no kisses absolutely no hugging.
Just me in my mask and gloves a mistress of debugging.
You see, it's the Killer Covi, I am mugging!
The rest of the day I direct to 'covi' news.
Love singing them CoVid 19 Blues, not wearing shoes!
May 18, 2020
3pm PST
Poem 1,276
Birthdays come and go
Some are looked forward to with great anticipation
And some anticipated with gloomy thoughts of time passing
But each one must be acknowledged in customary form
If nothing else, but to please those who try so hard
A dinner, gifts, and singing the song
Quite often the same ritual year after year
In one manner or another
Whether be it a big pizza party for a six year old
Or something to honor a great grandfather turning ninety nine
A celebration of some form,
Sometimes with streamers, pinatas, and games
Or a quiet gathering...a small number sitting around
A little table at The Olive Garden for an hour
No balloons, no cake, no candle, but acknowledgement, just the same
Nice....
Looking back on the latter, this simple family gathering
An evening dinner hour at The Olive Garden
The honoree, a woman, whose years seem to pass by so quickly
Over plates of ravioli, and eggplant parmasean, one special moment
A memory of a birthday that won't be forgotten
When a blonde little boy, .......her grandson
With his head held low, his 6 year old manner
Quiet, with shy repose, reaching into his pocket,
Holding out his one and only..
Most precious minature figure of Darth Vader
Saying, ..."I brought this for you, Grandma. It's your present."
What better birthday could a Grandma have?
Happy Birthday To Me!!
Grandpa said you work hard all day
to do to yourself some good....
So, what you think as priory in your pay,
is a well deserved dish of good food!
For the less fortunate; one square meal.
And for the well off; another day's feast!
In diet classes, I say it’s not a big deal
to decline your favorites to have fat decreased!
At home, I sit with a well garnished pizza “extra cheese”.
a large chunk of ‘Black Forest cake’ to follow
and a glass of wine, selected and chilled, please.
I can't help, my stomach is an ever growing hollow!
So, do what I say but don't do what I do.
Rational on duty but mad for a ‘biryani”, spicy and hot!
Strong to my audience, but weak with a pint of home brew.
Excuse me, friends, I can’t resist much my cooking pot!
28/06/16
Honorable mention for contest I love food by Lewis Raynes (29/06/16)
When we first saw Columbus;
his sea-bowed legs were struggling ashore;
us natives looked upon that unhealthy guy,
that marinated mariner who brought
news of garlic and olive oil to the unsuspecting,
both of which we natives had no use for.
Then it was that we envisioned as if in a dream
that natives should never, could never
forgive him for the insidious spread of Italian broccoli.
Thus we made war upon the brownish white men,
endeavoring earnestly to place an embargo
on any more useless imports.
No use!
Salesmen traveled all over our hunting grounds
offering yet more pizza ingredients.
The Spanish (long before Columbus Day),
had left pigs and horses for us Indians
for which we were most grateful,
and so we forgave
the genocidal aspirations of the conquistadors,
but broccoli was the absolute last straw,
and so we reigned terror
upon many a city statue of his likeness
and his pervasive, belligerent
garlic-breath.
When I look around at all the misfortunes in the world and think, I can’t take it anymore…I stop and make myself think about all the things I have to be thankful for.
I’m thankful I woke up this morning…healthy…not in any pain…
I’m thankful I got to greet the sun…and welcome in the rain.
I’m thankful I have a place to live…a place to call my home…
I’m thankful for my ability to think and write…to put words into poem.
I’m thankful for my memory…all these pictures in my mind…I’m thankful for when and how I took them…
I”m thankful for the foods I eat…and for a stove on which to cook them.
I’m thankful for the birds who outside our windows float melodies on the morning breeze
I’m thankful for the flowers, for the butterflies…for the birds…I’m thankful for the trees.
I’m thankful I’ve been given the joy of living…and as we step outside our door
I’m thankful for this wonderful day…a day I’ve never seen before,
I’m thankful for my senses…the ability to touch, taste, hear and see
I’m thankful for my ability to walk…and to have someone to walk with me.
I’m thankful for the the little creek where we stopped and watched the water as it flowed.
I’m thankful for the turkey family who walked ahead of us on the road.
I’m thankful for the colors in the sky and how throughout the day they blend.
I’m thankful for my children…my grandchildren…I’m thankful for my friends.
I’m thankful for babies…even when they fuss and scream.
I’m thankful for donuts, chocolate chip cookies…I’m thankful for pizza and ice cream.
Im thankful that, at my age, I haven’t forgotten how to learn.
I’m thankful that I love…and that I am loved in return.
I’m thankful that I can find things to be thankful for each and every day.
I’m even thankful for unknown blessings I know are already on their way.
It’s funny but whenever it’s to dark places I find my mind has slid…
I take the time to be thankful…and I’m always thankful that I did.
It’s a matter of simple physics…one of the keys that could make this world we all inhabit great….because the more time we spend giving thanks…
the less time we have to hate.
I want a sassafras root beer soda
my head on Mount Rushmore South Dakota
I want a brand new pair of brown shoes
get my name on a brand of booze
wouldn't you
I want to live in a mega palace
cram Fort Worth into Dallas
I want to eat Chicago pizza in New York
invent an utensil to replace the fork
wouldn't you
I want to return ketchup to catsup
say to Patrick Ewing whats up
Jump Mount Everest in a leap
finally get eight hours of good sleep
wouldn't you
I want to trick a possum by playing dead
paint the White House in shades of red
Find the courage to confess my love to you
and hear you confess you love me too
please, please...wouldn't you
Things to do this Sunday...
Create yet another grocery list
Devour the leftover pizza
In my refrigerator
Tidy up my somewhat messy bedroom
Finally watch the movie, "Get Out"
To see what the fuss is all about
Discard all the white elephants in the attic
Pick out my work clothes for tomorrow
Look through old family photos
So they're fresh in my mind once again
Bask in the afternoon sun for half an hour
Run some errands. Write this poem
Wrap a birthday gift I bought for my sister
Make some phone calls to
My friends and family
Daydream about walking through
The footpath of Elysian fields with my arms
Outstretched, brushing through
Blades of grass waist high
Date written and posted: 07/15/2018
The symphonic stillness when only two hearts in winter are aglow.
Like walking fireplaces in the glistening snow.
I see our pizza oven in the kitchen baking the pizza you made.
The aroma of garlic, sausage and oregano, a scented cascade.
After sharing glasses of Chianti, it's our dance show!
Have I ever told you how much I love you so?
Dancing on thick carpets, our bare toes,embracing shamelessly.
The deer in our backyard prancing endlessly.
I have never understood why loving you is wrong.
In my full heart, I have no room for such a song!
December 19, 2019
Dedication to My Cousin