Long Sauce Poems
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Meat and potatoes and chicken will not do
Has to be beef and genuine Iowa-grown corn-fed too
Mashed potatoes not those flimsy flakes from a box
Gravy stirred by loving hands valuable as Fort Knox
Dessert can be cake if you cannot get Mom’s pie
If you can there’s nothing better under this old sky
Scalloped corn and twice baked loaded potatoes
With thick bubbly cheese sauce that freely flows
You are on a diet? This is really no problem at all.
There is a always a leftover pile of carrots left in the hall
Sometimes a new relative brings a piece of lettuce too
I will eat the good stuff leaving rabbit food for you
~Autumn's Song~
(Lanterne Suite)
Fall
Will start
It is near
Is in the air
Now
Say
Good-bye
To summer
Hot weather is
Gone
Air
Crispy
Starts to cool
No more burning
Sun
Birds
Migrate
Butterfly
Will return next
Year
Trees
Change garb
Leaves trasform
From golden to
Brown
Day
To thank
God for all
Thankgiving Day
Is
Good
Food on table
Family
God's blessings for
All
Pies
Turkey
Cranberry sauce
Apple cider
Sweet
Fall
Season
Of wonder
Enjoy rich change
Smile
Praise
Thank God
Fall is great
Serenity
Brings
Mild
Weather
Azure sky
Togetherness
Nice
Fall
Brings calm
And repose
After summer's
Storms
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2009
October.29.2015
Red and black lights ping off the glass,
Inviting her up to the door,
Into a world noone taught her in school,
To a world where she wants so much more,
More life, more lessons, more tools of the trade,
A parade of flavors of sauce,
Wobbly gadgets made to distract,
That she’d only ever seen on a horse,
And rabbit ears and rings and powerful things,
Things that go bump in the night,
This world of wonder covered the walls,
Vibrating plugs all covered in stripes,
Then back through the door with brown bag in hand,
And some sort of big fat cigar,
She walked in a line, as straight as a die,
Hiding a smile she walked straight to her car.
It sits out in your driveway
a glittering metallic sculpture.
It costs more than your house,
you love it more than your spouse.
You can hardly drive it, it’s too high,
you can barely park it, it’s so wide.
Like an exotic compulsion, you need it,
though you can barely afford to feed it.
There’s a cockpit with winking tech,
offering a printer, wi-fi and refrigeration.
It can pull a house off its foundation.
Is there a tendentious ecological statement,
in this prestigious resource you need for work
is the fact that it’s tax deductible just a perk?
With this polished and pampered machine,
you get the rewards of effective parenting,
as it literally reflects the care that it’s given.
It’s a spaceship ready for expedition,
what else in creation is as elysian,
as your gigantic pickup truck.
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songs for this:
Dreamin’ by G. Love and Special Sauce
Driving by Everything but the Girl
Little Deuce Coupe by Andrew Gold
why are Black people the most hated on this earth?
Is it because they fear our tenacity and our worth ?
Black folk are the originators of civilized humanity
also the survivors of chattel slavery,
the greatest human atrocity
they want to erase our culture, our craft and our creativity
they hate the fact that we are the original royalty
kings, queens and communities
who built empires and dynasties
educated and sophisticated people
who invented damn near everything you see
The hate us not because we're weak
but because of our power
for we rose up and continue to rise
even at our darkest hours
the soundtrack of the world came from
Black resilience, Black joy and Black pain
from the Middle Passage to Reconstruction
to Civil Rights we resist and we still remain
we are the blueprint of civilization.
they want our rhythm but not our blues
they want the sauce but not the souls
who crafted the tools
we're the originators, the innovators,
the heartbeat of all society
survivors of slavery, but also creators
of the greatest cultural contribution you will ever see
we are excellent, we are legacy.
we are the dreamers and the most influential.
the most studied, the most imitated,
the most envied and have the most credentials
we are ancient, we are the foundation.
we are the Motherland.
we are brilliant. we are strong. we are great
and proudly we will always stand
A child scratches a spacecraft in the dust,
He does not call it a 'spacecraft'
because it is 1911. The Colt Firearm Company
has patented the first reliable semi-automatic pistol;
it does not look like any other handgun.
Decades earlier, Karl Drais invents
the meat-chopping machine.
Delmonico's has long served breakfast steaks.
All at once and singularly, an ethnic sandwich
becomes the 'hamburger'.
New shapes feed bodies and minds;
inevitably, there are consequences.
ideas are left over - like ketchup.
Meat fueled notions activate ray-guns;
cattle are mutilated in Idaho.
In front of his Osaka home, the boy
drops his stick, stares open-mouthed at the dirt.
Things get messy. Mushrooms and red sauce.
Millions of people are annihilated
by atomic meat-chopping machines.
The boy survives, has a son of his own.
The child finds a way
to contain the machines inside a computer-game
called, 'Space Invaders'.
Tomohiro Nishikado does not like ground meat.
Ketchup is now often dispensed in small packets.
It is eaten with fast food while playing war-games.
Unfortunately, there is residue,
ideas escape. Flatulent cows cause a global warming;
civilization cannot eat them fast enough.
New improved meat-chopping machines are activated
by computers;
there is collateral ketchup.
The 1911 colt pistol is still popular.
Love me or hate me
few people can take me
plain, unadulterated, true to myself
their compulsive need to gussy me up
or completely disguise me
gives me nightmares...
Horrible- horrible!
The worst is where
they try to make me
Savory.
Suffocated in sauces, sweet relish
and pickled beets
garnished with green olives
and fussy-cut vienna sausages
all dancing in fancy chorus lines
on top of me
Oh No! I can't take it...
It just can't be!
What are they thinking?!
I awake with a snug sensation
as something warmish
drapes and
drizzles
down my back
AAAAAHHH!
Caramel sauce-
Thank God!
Legacy of the Green Monster
An odd green monster
Resides within the corner
Of my kitchen sink –
Mouth open,
Stomach rumbling,
Whispering feed me – feed me now -
Ready to receive scraps of wilted salad,
Spicy pie,
Pasta sauce and olive pits
With bits of Tuesday’s stew -
Not fretting when it’s musty perfume
Mingles with strawberries
Past their prime –
Banana peels -
Or
Tattered leaves swept from the floor
Dragged in on furry paws;
No sweet smelling new mown hay;
The useless and expired
Now expelled from the monster’s grip,
A smorgasbord of the over ripe,
The underdone,
The scorched and slightly singed
Mingling – Maturing -
Ever ripening in
A mountain growing by the house
To once again revive growth,
With discarded apple cores
And sweet potato peels -
This pungent bisque spread on sleeping garden beds
When springtime wakes the earth
From hibernation
Only to find tomato plants
Growing in the strangest places.
Contest - All About the Environment
Oh McDonald's
You’re the happy death of me
Your sweet, creamy chocolate covered
Dip vanilla ice-cream cones are the best
Oh McDonald's
You’re the happy death of me
That Big Mac
With double beef patties
Double cheese
Lettuce, pickles, onions
Mingled with special recipe sauce
On a sesame seed bun
Just melts in my mouth
For a yummy, happy tummy
Oh McDonald's
You’re the happy death of me
Those Golden scrunches crisp French fries
Just jumps out at me
And say,“Eat Me”
Those Golden arches are my roads sign
For all my satisfying needs
6/4/2015
Contest Name: Sing Me.. A JINGLE!
Sponsor: Lyric Man
She who rest me
Might I labor
To understand
Her evilness
That she mocks
My beliefs
66 burgers grilled rare ( mixture of chuck and brisket)
66 fried fish fillets battered and fried
Onion and currant spread for burger
Cucumber and relish tater sauce for the fish
Cheese spread for burgers
2 cups of swiss
2 cups of pepper jack
1 teaspoon of mc cormicks
Season all
2/3 cream cheese
1/4 mayo
1/4 parmesan cheese
1 cup of butter
4 tablespoons of buttermilk cultures
2 tablespoons of crown royal
1/4 dehydrated onions
3 tablespoons of crushed garlic
Mix and spread on buns and toast brown
.....
The mixture is same for the
fish ( minus crown royal)
add 1/4 diced cucumber
1/4 of lime juice 2 tablespoons
Of gin and 1 tablespoon of
Lemon zest
Spread the bread and toast.....
Beef relish
2 1/2cups of caramelized onion
1/4 cup of carmilized garlic
1/4 cup of apricot jam
3 tablespoons bbq sauce
2 tablespoons of worishire sauce
3 tablespoons of diced candied ginger
1/4 cup of minced golden raissins
4 tablespoons of beer
Cerley salt to taste
Cook until beer taste mixes smooth with the onion
Fish tarters sauce
2 cups of mayo
1/4 cup of sour cream
4 tablespoons of lime juice
1/3 of cream cheese
3 tablespoons of gin
1/4 of diced cucumber
1/2 cup of sweet relish
Clean cut and fry 14 pounds of
Potatoes either
French fried or home fried
In an over warmover burgers until
Medium well
And
Well done
Bacon
Lettuce
Tomato