Long Pretzels Poems
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I welcome
the grogginess.
That dulling of my senses.
Until the walls turn to hazy grey.
My hand coming in and out of focus.
Another two fingers of whiskey
swirling in my glass.
“Bottoms up”
making short work of a Fifth.
“99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer!”
No one around to stop the madness.
Booze and beer bottles litter this dingy motel room.
Mr. Peanut, staring at me
from the side of a Planters peanut can.
It’s worth the extra buck fifty for a classy snack.
A bag of pretzels on the dresser as back up.
How many trips to the liquor mart on Fourth?
Shuffling, shuffling, no need to drive.
I chose my motel well,
one block south, lean to the left and voila!
Fifteen minutes later back to the room.
No need to fumble with the lock
it’s easier to leave the door open.
The ”Do not disturb” hanger is still on the door knob.
Three days 5 hours, one less room for the maid to clean.
She probably got to go home a half hour early.
No bargain though, it might take 3 days to catch up.
“Three bottles of beer on the wall, if one of those bottles should happen to fall” Oh crap, I piss myself again.
Too numb, to shuffle to the can. The smell of piss and vomit doesn’t even register. I fall forward like a tree that has been chopped down. There is a cracking sound as my nose breaks but no pain. I’m now in a dreamless land.
Thirteen hours later the Motel Manager is shaking me hard.
“Hey man, wake up. If you don’t get out of here I’m calling the police.” Meanwhile I hear the clink of glass bottles as the maid fills a garbage bag with my empties.
The smell of vomit, piss and blood permeates my broken nose. Thoughts flood my mind, I want that numbness again. I don’t care if it doesn’t solve my problems.
It makes them bearable.
daughter's college room mate said I hope this is not rude.
But I never eat anything except for hole food.
I assured her it was no problem if that is all she ate.
I made a grocery list immediately,, and it was rather great
donuts in strawberry, chocolate too
They had the best holes, through and through.
Onion rings naturally, with extra salt.
I decided also to add a caramel chocolate malt
I know it does not have a hole, but the straw does right?
I planned the best hole foods all day and night.
She did not say the holes had to be round.
So I bought the perkiest pretzels that could be found.
I added a bundt cake and angel food cake too.
I was excited to meet this hole-eating food guru
Painting a picture of porcupines playing
Pincushions parked in the field
Purple and pink for this playful perception
Plans of their purpose revealed
Painful endeavors of pacified pranksters
Preparing a pie at their place
Pecan or pumpkin, pickle, pineapple
Pieces are smeared on their face
Putting the paint on some powder puff paper
Pleasure in each stroke is plied
Pausing to peer at some porpoises playing
Prancing in pansies they hide
Puzzling problems with pretzels and peanuts
Posturing people to prove
Pistachio perfume in prime presentation
Preaches that peaches will move
Polishing pastels on pre-printed pages
Prized the possessions we seek
Paisley the plumes of a peacocks posterior
Portraits now come take a peek
Pampering pelicans play the piano
Pure as a piccolos prayer
Picking a parcel of plum flavored pudding
Poetic prose fills the air
Pleats in my pants shout in proud proclamation
Puddle my pores that perspire
Poodles on playgrounds prevent prosecution
Plotting my hearts pure desire
Passion precedes every past tense of parting
Piled with a presence so true
Painting a picture while purposely dreaming
Promising my love to you
A quiet guy with a distant stare?
A hard case who grumbled like a grizzly bear?
A sad-eyed clown who could make you laugh?
A face peering blankly from a photograph?
How will you remember me when I’m just a memory?
A stern old man you could not deceive?
A tall-story teller full of make believe?
A lullaby that you liked to hear?
A bag full of pretzels and a can of beer?
How will you remember me when I’m just a memory?
I walk away from the hometown lake where we used to swim,
Getting more remote with each step I take as the light grows dim
And my thoughts turn back to him…
When my dad died, I was twelve years old.
I’ve searched for mementos, but the trail’s gone cold.
Hope your scrapbook is more complete than mine,
Like gift wrap and ribbons ‘round a box of time.
How will you remember me when I’m just a memory?
We plan, organize, gather and pack,
we fly - what liberty is this - to fly
like a weapon on the edge of heaven.
Having no power to do it ourselves
we trust security, the silver whirligig,
and the immutable laws of thrust and lift.
Looking down at clouds, near the speed of sound
“Yes, I’ll have the pretzels, please, and a sprite.”
aviating thru the night, a few silent, blinking lights
wedged up in the stars to those stuck in slow cars.
We land with a bump, and reverse engine thrust,
remaining in our seats until signs are revealed
we then become the many-headed impatience
to exit, to rush - for the baggage we trust
made the journey with us.
Oh, quick, grab a cab, catch a bus
The grumpy, disheveled six of us
we weary travelers thus
were returned from vacation,
to a near dawn New Haven.
At a meeting, someone said,
“I’m hungry. Who has food?”
Some offerings were made for which
He showed his gratitude:
A yummy looking sandwich,
Missing two or three small bites
And a little bag of pretzels,
Like those given out on flights.
He ate and felt much better,
Glad that we could help him out,
For that’s what having friends around
Is really all about.
The meeting over, I walked out
To catch an uptown train
And passed a stranger on the street
Who shouted out, in vain…
“I’m hungry. Who has food for me?”
He seemed about to cry;
But all the crowd that swirled around
Just kept on walking by.
A rest stop break and next to us
A group of German folken.
The universal language
Filled with gestures soon was spoken.
Perhaps a food tour? All were
Apron-clad and eating lunch
And drinking wine and laughing
As they'd sip and talk and munch.
My husband shrugged and pointed,
Meaning, What? No food for me?
A laden plate and glass of wine
Were offered instantly.
Our bus mates wandered over
And the party did expand
As giant German pretzels
Found their way to every hand.
You just need one brave soul to cross
The line and break the ice.
The payoff may be food or smiles
But either way, it's nice.
P.S. To keep the record straight,
Both licorice and hazelnut
Gelato found their happy way
Into the pathways of my gut!
It's Halloween, the stars excite
Cheery kids dressed as gargoyles black
Or a Luke, mystic Jedi Knight
With a sword to lash any Vader,
On one eve of trick and delight!
Pumpkins float through doors in gold sheen
As we tap our sticks on the fence
While I lead them as Moonlight Queen;
To beg neighbors for a rich loot,
And play with their candy machine.
On this beguiled October road
Our wand, a Disney fantasy
Of pretzels, trimmings,well bestowed
Through sweet wiggles from house to house;
Get-ups torn...forget the dress code!
Kelly Deschler's Happy Halloween
new poem---
10/24/2015
Driving down the winding road.
Stopping for a toad.
Some sand is wet and heavy.
The beach is pretty much free.
Unless you want to get a snack.
From that pretzel shack.
Or maybe an ice cream cone.
Then you can toss a stone.
Which sinks to the bottom instantly.
For the fish to see.
Maybe a crab will pinch your toe.
But it’s still better than snow.
Driving back to the highway.
You’ll need a vacuum cleaner later today.
To clean up all the sand.
You might have gotten a little tanned.
Tomorrow, you have to go back to the office.
You’re just glad relaxing on the beach is your only vice.
Except maybe pretzels and ice cream.
Which revisited you in a dream.
Driving down the winding road.
You don’t miss the crab, but you did like that toad!
Today is National Pretzel Day…the day to give our hats a tip
to the long-suffering cousin of the more popular potato chip.
I’m not sure how it happened…why or where or when
but in a list of the most popular snacks...pretzels aren’t in the top 10?
How can they lose out to Cheetos...sure they may be a little bit duller
but Cheetos leave your fingers orange...and is that even a real color?
If you think that doesn’t bother the pretzel…bother them a lot.
I imagine that’s the real reason they’re all tied up knots.
So today lets glorify the pretzel and spread good pretzel thoughts across the land
Did you know they were originally shaped to resemble praying hands?
And here’s an interesting little tidbit, an often forgotten stat
the marriage term ‘tie the knot....we have the pretzel to thank for that.
Pretzels once were a part of weddings, held by the couple for everyone to see
to be broken and eaten together as a symbol of unity.
The pretzel signifies good luck…in Germany children believe it brings good cheer.
That’s why they tie one around their neck at the beginning of each year.
Pretzels once adorned Christmas trees…Hey! this is a snack with legs...
At one time they were even hidden...on Easter Sunday…with the eggs.
A long time ago pretzels were a common way to help the poor get fed.
They were often thought so highly of...they were buried with the dead!
I could go on and on but I think I’ve made my case…
When it comes to every other snack…you’re all vying for 2nd place.
So move over cookies, candy, crackers, Cheeto’s and potato chips…
you’ve all had your fun.
It’s time for the pretzel to take its rightful place as the snack world’s number 1.