Long Porterhouse Poems
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satisfaction is always provisional
I’m happy, my life is full of somethingnesses
I want nothing and have everything.
Well, not everything and not all at once.
Even broad joy needs disclaimers, I suppose.
Truth be told, I’d like a rare porterhouse steak or a pizza about now.
You can get anything with WiFi
Well, with WiFi and a compute device.
Ok, WiFi, a compute device, and money.
Dang, WiFi, a compute device, the Internet and money.
Jesus! WiFi, a compute device, the Internet, a passkey or two,
and money.
It’s funny how necessities tend to grow - like a bill.
That could be a systems-check for joy.
On the downside, I suppose there are things you can’t get,
like, true love, time, discretion, taste and meaning.
I’m not sure how I stumbled into philosophy.
While I was thinking about it, I turned to Peter (my bf) and told him:
“I could break-up with you, but never with capitalism.”
I’ve found that honesty can be self-incriminating
He just looked at me.
“I’ve an emotional attachment to self-interested acquisitioning,”
I confessed.
“I’m shocked,” he reported.
I think infrastructure is the real protagonist here.
These were unpaid, unsponsored thoughts.
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Songs for this:
Tangerine by Worldwide Groove Corporation
Sometimes You Really Get On My Nerves by Jane Wiedlin
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* A compute device = phone, iPad, computer
Mise en place
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By: Chef Woggawomp Extraordinaire
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He spoke of her with high regards
her frown showed her disapproval
the phrase he gave
I must behave as my
thoughts differ considerably
As is such I must disagree
that your words of kindness
jive against the actual experiences
where you to say
difficult to deal with
specific disagreements or disapprovals
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(She doesn't like rare meat's
she snapped
at me when I placed the plate on the table.
I will never forget her reaction: "I cursed her in private)
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2 New York Strip Steak and 1 Porterhouse deboned and sliced.
(Cooked Medium Rare and rested)
Shallots,Fresh Herbs – Mint Leaves & Cilantro.
butter lettuce, romaine, iceberg, a blend
Cherry Tomatoes + Cucumbers
4 cups of cooked fried rice
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Thai beef salad dressing ingredients
Garlic,Jalapeno,Fresh Lime Juice
Fish Sauce ,Lemongrass ,Brown Sugar
vinegar, grated ginger,coconut milk
Red Chilli Flakes, 1/4 cup of crushed pork rinds
Freedom foremost, and the will to fight
to keep and protect our natural rights.
Nightclubs, jello shots, disco balls
mechanical bulls, beers cold and tall!
Baseball, football, and basketball games,
crazy rodeo riders on horses untamed.
Books by the millions, more than can be read,
and knowing anything can be by anyone said.
Burgers on buns, potato and tortilla chips,
yeah, those are American, born in Texas!
Satirical cartoons, radio and TV,
the magic that was Hollywood, as it used to be.
Ragtime, Bee-bop, Rockabilly, and Jazz
Swing, R & B, movie soundtracks, and Bluegrass.
The warm blanket of country when feeling cold,
the power and fury of rock and roll.
The grind of hip-hop and of rap…
on second thought, we apologize for that.
But funk gets things all out of control,
and who can say no to harmonious soul?
Stream locomotives, tracks narrow and wide,
flying machines that soar through the sky.
The glorious art that is the western,
and old Las Vegas, the moral tester.
The miracle of southern barbeque,
the burn of moonshine, or Mountain Dew.
Soft ice crew and greasy-fast French fries,
the expectation that politicians lie.
Liberty in law deeply enshrined,
muscle cars driving of the right side.
Suburbs, cabins, farms and guns,
and every legally available type of fun.
Forests, combines, and big chain-saws,
as well as full equality before the law.
A vast landscape, awesome to see,
an undying faith in our families.
Art from great down to lackluster,
recalls, vetos, and filibusters!
Checks and balances on the powerful,
we invented the internet, so things are never dull!
Mountain bikes and rollers blades,
fried chicken and biscuits, porterhouse steak.
Diners, dairy bars and fast food,
we walked on the friggin’ moon,
and built the only probes that escaped
into the void of interstellar space.
I could go on, I am tempted to,
but I think I’ve made my point to you,
And when young fool have yelled there fill,
reject their nonsense talk of “guilt.”
All nations have screwed up, it’s so
but perfection is something man never knows.
This nation still tires to confront is sins,
and brings forth profusions of great things.
The scales upon which we are weighed,
are ever clear in what they say:
When it all is said and done,
America is made of awesome.
Panic’s on the prowl and I’m about to cower;
surely my sanctuary is a strong tower!
There ample assurance abides to meet my need;
there relief returns, from dysfunction I am freed.
Though maladies may threaten still I rest therein;
healing takes place and restoration can begin.
Like a landmark lighthouse, beacons define my path
while I probe for pointers preventing panic’s wrath.
To say my sanctuary is a place of rest
that’s understatement, hyperbole’s arrest.
When I’m feasting on fame and fortune’s Porterhouse,
I’m inclined to forget, am I woman or mouse?
When success has supplanted signs of a shoo-in,
in my tower, I still ponder risks of ruin.
My sanctuary saves me, mostly from my self;
He stops my shovel’s dig, backfills the dreaded delf.
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August 18, 2020
Silent One: Sanctuary Poetry Contest (couplets)
Author's Notes: a delf is a mine, a quarry, a hole, or a grave.