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he did it for the love he thought he'd receive
it's not hard to believe
they made it so all could
understand
better yet, a future
created in endeavor
don't say she's clever
she finds it hard to be real with a man
yet sum would say
cause they know the outcome
their positions refuses to allow them to
support him in a relationship
look beyond their reasons
and the silly they believe in
maybe then you can get a gleams' of what he feels
love is, for lovers
loving and understanding
creative understanding love
take all the racks outta the stove.
I want to get the food ready for
the
"after festive Jamboree!"
get me that ole big pot in the pantry.
I got four chickens, a pork roast, and a half a brisket
in the freezer, and I aint cooking no more until
all this food is gone!
6 yellow bell peppers, 8 chopped onions, 1/2 cup of garlic
1/2 cup of shredded ginger roots. 1/4 cup of cayenne pepper
put the brisket, chicken pork and veggies in the pot, sprinkle on
sum salt, some black pepper, cover with some foil.
put it in the oven and come back five hours later and we can eat!
I boiled some potatoes, and got some black-eyed peas, and rice.
got my roux waiting, to make gravy, got cabbage cooked and ready. the hock meat is minced and ready to sprinkle!
mash them potatoes serve up some roasted sweet potatoes, and dinner is ready!
what if you lie down
eyes blinking
until they yawn
and close
before that
did you capture your thoughts
did you own your mistakes
did you lie back
in Christ’s arms
did you remember
that you’re human
did you read
of Abraham and his fam
did you realize
over and over again
the mistakes
did you stake your life
on the Savior’s plan
there was a drunken man
whose sons
one with both eyes open
one with both eyes closed
one took pleasure
in his father’s nakedness
the other covered him
there were two virgins
nowhere in sight of a man
so they got their father drunk
each bore a babe
night and day
God sees
is He pleased
each night you hold out your hand
and lay the day down
at the feet of Christ
are you ready to die
are you ready to live
as your eyes light up
seize the day
the blue for your eyes
the green for your feet
the yellow to energize
the cranberry cardinals
to sing you awake
shimmer and shake
seize the day
notice what is on display
serve up a good buffet
recall the imperfect
the worm upon bite
the scathing fire
the overflow
forgetting to tip
your hat
the moment you opened your mouth
and cursed
instead of loving verse
the hearse
seize the day
daring to step in quicksand
whilst trying
to grab his or her hand
seize the pen
seize the moment
seize the day
each night
the day is done
could be the book is closed
make it a good one
one imperfect chapter
at a time
what made her unworthy of love
was it because she couldn't live up to your ideal
that she lost her appeal?
You lived for the surreal
now too numb to feel
Tell me, what was the deal?
what made her fall from grace
was it sun spots on her face
her flannel instead of lace
her slower than youthful pace?
Was that why she lost
her pedestaled place?
Do you look at her and see
something other than beauty?
Is she flabby instead of firm
militant instead of meek
the lurid side of lovely
tell me!
what could it be?
when did she go
from pleasure treasure
to discarded at leisure
What was the measure
of your detestable displeasure?
let's me be clear:
"love is in the eye of the beholder"
Here's a tap on your shoulder
instead of a fist in your face
I won't add to the disgrace
yet your problem prevails
it's in the details:
you're beholder beholden
to your own foolish fantasy
of what your woman should be
what you can't see
is just what makes others all agree:
SHE'S A Bountiful BEAUTY!
Her body and soul
every part of the whole
exquisitely enhanced
by the years and by chance
she deserves desire's delirious dotage
not apathetic apathy
Can't you see?
maybe....
maybe you are the one
not deserving to decree
her worth, her esteem
she's gone now
go dream
scream
try to serve up a scheme
to love her up to extreme
She won't fall again!
that is true!
You see, dear
The problem, the problem
is
YOU!
Eileen Manassian
Don't forget to remove the Bay leaves from the
pot.
Make it easier on yourself
put the bay leaves and rosemary sprig
in a cheese cloth.
I'm in most incline to agree
yet some deemed them useless
almond ash and hickory ash
was used to create a super
strong aroma.
Pungent and earth friendly.
TENUTO___
The Zoomies
a group of five
songstresses
Clutter ( a Contralto Alto)
Clowder ( Contralto Soprano)
Glaring ( Mezzo- soprano)
Pounce ( the Soprano)
Bunting(Contralto)
allorubbing
glissando
tremolo
trill.
Piano!
Piano!
Staccato< paino
an detached and fast tempoed!
She detached her relationship
to be seen as more uncaring
toward the male gender.
She said such allowed her to negotiate
from being lesser involved from actually
being responsible
inside a fully functional relationship.
The legend goes that 1n 1887 at a festival somewhere unknown.
A group of Women who were hired to perform and were allowed
to have concessions.
The woman (The Zoomies) were fixing to serve up some delicious foods.
An inspection by a local there
who looked troubles in the face with a laugh, came up
to the head cook in the busy campground.
He told the woman she better take those bay leaves out of the soup
before someone starts complaining. The woman didn't take to kindly to this citified person
turning his nose up at her with an order. She sat the hot pot on the piano (according to legend)
She went down in her blouse, and pulled out her mini firecracker canon and launch a firecracker at the visiting chef. It's said the shoot knocked off the gentlemen's top hat. People thought it was part of the show.
* Point of Reference- The guy is said to have come up to the stage while more then 50 people( paying customers) were there and said "the rat and kitty stew smell like beef: that b*tch better not forget to take the BAY LEAVES outta the pot" Another legend is said that 6 woman singer corner the fella and stood above him and releived there selves. Ans said while the guy was enjoying his supper a woman reached down in her blouse and pulled out her breast and asked the man did he want her to make it a french creame soup!"
Well, she boiled up the water
in a construction worker’s can now:
seems she forgot all about the library
that she told her old man now:
and with the kettle boiling,
she’ll serve up some cups of Jiguan now -
and she’ll have fun, fun, fun
till her daddy takes the teapot away.
Went to a dance
looking for romance:
saw Barbara Ann,
but I left with JD Vance.
My buddies and me
are getting real well-known:
Zelensky met us
and he sold us a drone.
We came in on the Sloop John B,
Mbappe and me:
Around Nassau Town we did roam.
The beer was like pee:
I caught an STD:
I feel so broke up,
I wanna go home.
She’s giving me good vibrations
with quality lubrication.
I think they’re taking a notion
in Californ – eye – ay
to throw themselves in the ocean
before election day.
The options are gruesome,
as you’ll acknowledge when
it’s bushy-bushy-bon Newsom
or Orange Trump again.
We naturally reflect on America’s past
this July 4, 2026, Independence Day
Could be America’s last
So, take a minute to pray
With Momdani running New York
Muslims to ban Christianity, alcohol and pork
As corporations flee Katie Wilson’s Seattle
#1 company there soon will be
‘Gramma’s Baby Rattles’
In Chicago, there’s Brandon Johnson
who doesn’t like to call a thug a thug
even when all they do is kill and mug
Progressive judges sentence them to summer camp in Wisconsin
(And if AOC is elected President in November of 2028
She’ll serve up free LSD and cannabis on the White House lawn)
So, let’s hope that by the time July 4, 2029 comes around
Putinville, Iowa won’t be America’s premiere town
The First Six Months
January, you remind me to close the door to yesteryear
And to welcome the new entry ways you have for me
Febuary, I'm off and running, and not the least bothered by
Any resolutions that I did not make
March, I am filled with the energy you bring and the anticipation
for things just ahead
April, with a name like yours, how can I not see and feel the
Spirit of resurrection in the air? Ah April, how refreshing you are
May, I have seen and crossed many bridges, both the great and
Beautiful ones, but none serve up the service you deliver. Why,
You are the calm and silent one connecting and blending the warmth
Of Spring with the heat of Summer.
June, your name competes with April and I will say this: I am acquainted
With a lady name April, but one of my best friends has a wife name June.
She is one jewel of a person.
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"A Cook" has a family to feed now
And food in the "Refrigerated" space is low
"Empty' is the panty but garden endows
So she visits "The Garden" lain in rows
Outside the garden gate she takes "A Pause"
Just a moment in time to God says "Thanks"
Before "The Morning Chore" gives Sonrise applause
She begins work "Transformed" beside potato banks
"Georgia Peaches" she peels; sings "The Same Song"
Today there won't be a changed "Epilogue"
"Recipe For Change" comes further along
Later complaints "Just For You" she'll catalogue
"Succulent Georgia Peach Pie" she'll serve up
The gentle cook will fill your empty cup.....
Sponsor: Adam Hapworth
Contest: Its All In The Title
10 to 15 lines/any form theme
Written August 20,2013
I am no longer able to garden
I do miss those fresh vegetables..
Our founding fathers showed great wisdom,
Defining our roots by constitutional debate.
From experience against an angered monarch,
The need was seen to separate church & state.
This core concept is now again being questioned,
As the church seeks a larger role to play.
It seems God wants to have more direction,
Towards guiding our lives day-to-day.
My lowly opinion on this topic is critical,
Yet it has little to do with God.
But more to do with rabid fundamentalists,
Greedy for more power & influence behind a facade.
Now I'm the first to realize just how
Difficult this separation would be to apply.
Since there are so many links in our social fabric,
From our 'pledge of allegiance', to the currency we all buy.
Sadly, this evangelical effort, seems to
Press the need for God's voice to legislate.
Although the church doesn't have a clue with
Governing, as long as it continues to serve up more hate.
There are those who would give anything just to have one moment of recall. But they cannot, because of sickness. Our hearts cry out for these, and may we always treasure the gift of sweet memories.
Memories. Don’t let them catch you unprepared and unable to deal with them properly. They have been with us for a lifetime; some of which are good and others not so much. If our memories have not been delightful, they could have us saying, “Did I do that?” For some, they may be so painful that attempts are made to deny them. Some of us drug and drink them away, but they refuse to be dismissed.
When a very young man, I attempted a trip on a snowy and icy road, and didn’t get very far. Not only were the roads bad, but my tires were shamefully worn. Within a mile of my home, a tire blew, the vehicle flipped, and landed in a ditch.
The vehicle sustained minor damage, and I was unscratched, but totally embarrassed. Each time my memory serve up this incident, it is one of those, “I can’t believe it”. The disbelief is not that I came out free of injury, but that I foolishly attempted such a drive. This is one memory I would like to send to the ‘no recall zone’, but I can’t.
It wasn’t a dream, nor a nightmare, but a once upon a time live event. My memory! These kinds of “Say it ain’t so moments” may go into the recycle bin, but you can’t delete them, and they literally refuse to be sent into some black hole. Like computer data, it is stored as memory; but it has limited storage capacity. But our brain has more memory capacity than we could ever use. Memories! You gotta love em! 05232015 PS Contest, Mid October Premiere, Brian Strand