Long Sandwich Poems
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Here I am again buried under by this grain of sand
At the beach oceans mock me. Waves laugh real tears
Pretty bikini girls wearing two strings saunter by
All smiles as they admire my bulky hunk muscles
As I hide my grief from them and open seas
The speck of sand won’t move an inch from me
I refuse to look. It occupies my tummy in defiance
In disguise, near the navel, with all its crushing weight
Holds my belly button hostage. Maybe it has needs
Money? Prestige? A beach? Power? Yes! Power!
If only a small slight breeze would happen by
Something on the order of a category five perhaps
Two hurricanes and a Tsunami might do
Particle removal is not as easy as it looks
An obstacle, an intruder of this magnitude
Must be kept quiet because people would talk
If only I had a gun, a sandwich or baloney
I could ask it to leave! But that would be silly
Sand can’t speak and a speck even less
I've traveled the world o'er and consider myself a connoisseur,
Of the sandwich specialities of many a haughty entrepreneur.
I've sunk my teeth into tuna fish and spicy barbecue,
But there ain't nothin' like a rueben and a cold, foamy brew!
Fable has it that the reuben was concocted by one Rueben Kay,
Circa nineteen fifty-five during a poker game one fine day.
He certainly did his part to put Omaha, Nebraska on the map.
I will ever appreciate the culinary skills of that fine chap!
Ah, my taste buds just tingle thinking about this luscious repast.
The unlikely ingredients of a rueben sandwich are unsurpassed!
Corned beef, swiss cheese and heaps of sauerkraut,
Tucked between slices of rye with horseradish, just a wee amount!
There are many sandwich delicacies to choose from, I do declare,
But if there's a reuben listed on the restaurant's bill of fare,
You can rest assured that is what I will always opt for;
That's a forgone conclusion even before I enter the door!
I've devoured greasy hamburgers, hotdogs and sloppy joes by the score,
Ham and cheese, chicken salad and fancy finger sandwiches galore,
Even concocted my own version of the famous Dagwood Bumstead,
But any time a rueben is proffered, I'll take one of them instead!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Today I think of your
Contributions closing the theater’s door
Putting together toasted bread
Ready for a child to be fed
Youngster wearing grape jelly
Face down to the belly
Laughing saying ‘this is great’
Not showing any hate
But Peanut Butter, it is you
Who makes the mid-day matinee ever so cool
Thank you for coming out of the nutty shell
I would like to tell
About the sandwich where you are
The star
Performing with a backup fruity band
Bringing in all your fans
Grabbing using two strong hands
Not really needing added ham
Applause when going into the mouth
Travelling stomach south
Toddler enjoying the mess
Never will they confess
Instead, go off to sleep
Napping counting Bo and Peep
Lovely sheep
Who once were said
Proclaimed Holy bread
God’s true lamb
Sacrificed when ended up caught in a jam
How much do we love
Our meal fitting like a glove
Getting it all over ourselves
Nutritious wealth
Giving us good health
Being simple as a chair
Lunchtime afternoon’s delightful affair
Always welcome on the stage
No matter what the audiences age
TAG,YOUR IT.
COME ON, LET'S PLAY.
LET'S GO OUTSIDE,
IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY
THE SUN IS SHINING.
THE SKIES ARE BLUE.
LEAVE YOUR WORRIES BEHIND.
LET'S RUN LIKE WE'RE FOOLS.
LET'S GO BY THE PARK.
WE'LL GATHER SOME FRIENDS.
WITH LOT'S OF PLAYERS,
THE REAL FUN BEGINS.
WE'LL RUN THROUGH THE PARK.
LET'S RUN THROUGH THE DAY.
WE'LL RUN ALL AROUND
AND HAVE FUN AS WE PLAY.
WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN,
LET'S CALL IT A DAY.
WE'LL STOP BY JOE'S
IT'S RIGHT ON THE WAY.
A COKE, A YAHOO
AND A FAYGO RED POP.
A SANDWICH FOR EACH
AND A BOX OF GUM DROPS.
YOU CAN PICK THE TAB
ON A DIFFERENT DAY.
I FEEL SO GOOD I OFFER TO PAY.
New York is not the skyline.
It is the man on 116th
watering the sidewalk
like concrete can get thirsty too.
It is the cracked yellow fingernail
of the lady at the deli
who knows your sandwich
before your mouth opens.
It is the little girl asleep on two train seats
in a princess coat
while her mother, still in scrubs,
leans against the window
with tired in her bones
and tomorrow already waiting.
It is not Times Square.
It is the faded mural
half covered by scaffolding,
the one everybody passes
but somebody paid for in grief.
It is the fruit man
stacking bruised bananas in a pyramid
like even the almost-gone things
deserve to look beautiful.
It is pigeons bullying a bagel.
A church hat on a windy corner.
A laugh too loud for the block
and nobody mad at it.
It is the barber
turning a boy toward the mirror
so slowly
you’d think he was revealing
the future.
It is the woman on the bus
holding a birthday cake flat in both hands
like trust is still possible.
It is how summer smells
when the hydrant is open,
when children turn screaming
into a kind of music,
when even the heat
seems to come up from the people
instead of the sun.
It is old men playing dominoes
with the force of history.
Teenagers walking in packs,
all bravado and baby faces.
Sneakers tied to wires.
A plastic bag dancing
like it has somewhere urgent to be.
New York is a city
forever fixing its wig in a broken mirror.
A city with chipped teeth
and gold in the smile.
A city that curses you out,
holds the door,
and keeps walking
like kindness was an accident
nobody needs to talk about.
It is not made of landmarks.
It is made of almosts.
Almost home.
Almost rich.
Almost gone.
Almost summer.
Almost caught the train.
Almost made it.
And still
every morning
it ties its boots,
opens its gates,
lifts its shutters,
sells its coffee,
sweeps its stoops,
and begins again
like beginning again
is the most ordinary miracle
in the world.
This is New York,
not the version printed on T-shirts,
but the one with grocery carts,
school uniforms,
side-eye, steam, sirens, saints,
and one good hoop earring
left on the sidewalk
like evidence
somebody magnificent
was here.
Harky is a dramatic ten-year-old girl.
Intense with high drama, at a constant pace.
First story she wrote in first grade had seventeen exclamation marks.
Teacher complained at parent-teacher conference.
Mother laughed “Have you met her?” she asked.
I have met her.
I meet her a lot. I am the school counselor.
She rushes into my room on a regular basis.
Flops herself down and turns on her automatic faucet.
She could be an actress. She can turn tears on for a sandwich.
Sometimes I say “Turn the tears off. I don't have much time."
She can do this in about half a second.
I know she is going to make it In Hollywood.
I will be glad to see her there…..
instead of in my office.
I should eat healthy, I really should! But life is too short for that. Food, food, food,
it chases away the blues, it brings comfort to the soul. So here is a list of the foods
that I L.O.V.E. and that make me happy. You will note a theme of cheese and
dripping butter (and chocolate) . . .
a chocolate bar, anytime
bananas, green, not ripe
crackers and cheese, as a snack
drenched in blue cheese, salads and homemade croutons
even, tortilla chips and chunky salsa
French fries from a chip wagon (on my way home from the gym)
grandma's recipe for beef stew with loads of vegetables and a rich gravy
hamburgers and hotdogs off the barbeque with all the fixings
ice-cream, chocolate of course
just out of the oven, french bread
keep the donuts and coffee coming
loads of meatballs, made from mom's recipe (in a sweet tangy sauce)
macaroni made with three kinds of cheese
nothing better, than spaghetti with meat sauce and parmesan cheese
onion soup, french canadian style, dripping with cheese
pizza, deluxe (peanut butter on toast before bed)
quick take out of chicken wings with hot sauce
really, really old cheddar cheese
steaming cobs of corn, dripping with butter and salt
tomato, bacon, and lettuce sandwich
until I say stop, chocolate
vegetables fresh for a farmers market
what is wrong with me, this is all so unhealthy
x-tra, of everything, please
yogurt with strawberries on the bottom
zesty dill pickles, aged one year
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June 24, 2016
Poetry/List/The Joy Of Food
Copyright Protected, ID 16-804-040-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Love take me
in one breath away
fruit of dreams
your are
the sweet aroma
in one's mind eclipsed
Angel feathers
striking records time
Harp plucks strings
gently angelic dusting
out from the cobwebs
magic flowers colour with light
Blossoming inside
beautiful warm petals
Touching summer fragrance
brushing heartbeats race
into chambers cells
a carnation amongst flowers
You sit stately
royal crowned
Queen
you are a rose
amongst the thorns
in the sunlight you beam
Warmly the butterfies dance freely
melting golden delicious bites
buttering the sandwich
you take the biscuit
as the morning dew sits upon you
awakening daydreams
kissed in your thorns
There is no Earl at Earl’s;
It’s just a name that’s meant to tease.
It represents East Harlem
And the menu’s beer and cheese.
It doesn’t call attention
To itself, so all who go
Are regulars or those who heard
From others in the know.
Six beers on tap that rotate
And the most delicious bread –
A toasted sourdough that’s served
With cheddar, chopped to spread.
Some other sandwich items, salads,
Mac & cheese and soup –
A perfect place to go alone,
In pairs or with a group.
En route from a museum show,
No better place can please
For comfort, sustenance and brews
Than Earl’s, for beer and cheese!
1/2 cup of mayo
1 t of onion powder
1 garlic powder
1 T of fish stock
1 T of lemon juice w/
1/2 Tof cayenne powder
1 t fresh grated ginger
1 t cumin
1 t oregano
4 T ketchup
2 T of chopped capers
2 T honey
1/4 cup of bacon bits
mix well set aside
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5 cups of roasted pork
shredded or sliced
(1.5 to 2 pounds)
2 pounds of deli ham
lettuce
tomato's
pickles
2 Pounds of swiss Cheese
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12 slices of thick brioche
with the edges trimmed
and toasted in a garlic butter
spread.
Assemble Sandwiches
with roast pork
topped with ham and cheese
lettuce tomato's
pickles
and sauce
add sauteed onions and peppers if desired
Serve with some frenched fries