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I'd rather be inside doing the baking
Than the one being baked outside in the sun.
I never learned how to barbecue,
As my Dad ran away when I was only two.
Though my Mum taught me how to shoot for the pot,
Which really hit the spot,
As I could do that without seeing a single sun spot.
My Possum is really quite delicious,
Even if slightly malicious.
I have a habit of making a stew out of rabbit.
Visitors are big on anything made from pig.
It would be a mistake to miss my venison steak,
Or duck out without some roast duck.
My ham and eggs are never green, though quite lean.
Mushroom soup with homemade bread will keep you fed
Til the rest of the food is prepared
You can grub for hu hu grubs for me to roast on sticks.
My roast parsnip contains no arsenic.
I don't have to tout for my trout.
Or make a deal for a pie made of eel.
You can make a toast while I tend to the roast.
Or if you prefer give the gravy a stir.
I won't get cross if you give the salad a toss.
Or set the table if you are able.
We can talk while you find me a fork.
Afterwards I will let you judge my fudge.
If you can still budge.
And I will find some liquor that is still pure.
My apple pie with cream piled high is really worth a try.
Pears with homemade wine are quite divine.
I have an art for the apricot tart.
And you won't get over my Pavlova.
I bake my cakes with fresh eggs which seems to please the hens.
Our honey is worth the money
And our jams are in favour for their flavour.
I produce a cheese that aims to please.
My biscuits soon stray from the tray.
If you want any thing more fancy we can look in the pantry.
With skin cancer on the rise, I think I am wise
In getting up early to watch my bread rise.
Though I am still game to go outside with my gun by my side.
But when the sun starts to hurt the eye,
My oven goes back on high for when you come by.
If you stay the night you can dance under moonlight
And wish upon a star from afar outside of a car.
Wouldn't that be more fun than going out in the mid-day sun.
With your true face scared to be exposed.
SHOOT FOR THE MOON
Forbid me, forget me, ignore me, deny me, accuse me, forgive me; ask me why?...you left me! I have done as you ask, stepping back from the wrath; not left with an option or, not a chance, even half.
Yes, I have taken, guilty of theft; trying to savour any that's left. Telling myself it will be over soon, lying again, I shoot for the moon.
I watch the wheels speed right by, it really is hard to watch the years as they fly. It's my turn again, it happens so fast, how quickly it comes; my turn as last. No need to hurry, no need for mathematics, what ever the number, I'm the one that has it.
Yes, I have taken, guilty of theft; trying to savour any that's left. Telling myself it will be over soon, crying again, I shoot for the moon.
I wait for you, ...be patient you say. Just a little more time, and we won't have to pay. We didn't volunteer for such lies and treachery, I try to step in, but you just won't let me. I try to show you what's right before you, but you tell me you refuse to believe one who knows you.
Yes, I have taken, guilty of theft; trying to savour any that's left. Telling myself it will be over soon, dying again, I shoot for the moon.
Trying again, but that's no revelation; I retake, you relate always with hesitation. As I slowly give out of choices to make, I look around at the place I will take. I'm waiting again, for you to get wise to her conniving ways and her witching little lies.
Yes, I have taken, guilty of theft; trying to savour any that's left. Telling myself it will be over soon, lying again, I shoot for the moon.
She takes a breath in, you take a breath out, she consumes your oxygen, your light is burning out. She slithers and wiggles her way in and out, casting a shadow over logic and doubt. She is wicked in ways, and evil at best; she is no good for you, at last, you confess.
So, when she has taken so much and so guilty of theft, don't try to save me from whatever she's left. Don't try to tell me it will me over soon and don't be surprised when I shoot for the moon.
Form:
We dig a hole deep enough
To swallow our entire future
All while our lover giggles on the other end
Of a senseless phone call.
We chase the moon and shoot for the sun
On a night when the stars hoard their light
Just because our lover is bored of the night
And we stumble around until daybreak's light.
We weave words into a piece
We joyfully call a poem, a lullaby
Because our lover is tired of the usual
Boring ways of saying "I love you."
We are indeed fools for love
Shunning the words of wisdom from above,
For our lover loves that song—
The sound our heart makes when we flatter.
Yee Haw! Y'all came when I called, my five rowdy friends,
It's that time for the Annual Rustler's Rodeo Roundup again!
Let's saddle our ponies, ride, rope, and rustle their cattle,
We'll round up their ramblin' ramblers, then just skee-daddle!
Next, drive those buckin' broncos to our hideout down south,
So we can sell em' to buy whiskey for dry opened mouths!
Those Senoritas, who need us, will feed us beans and fajitas,
Then bed us and please us, till we all say...Lord help me Jesus!
If anything's left over, we'll buy you a pup from that dirty sheep drover,
At ten cents a pound, we'll bag you that bloodhound they all call Grover!
And Wiley, didn't you want to marry that dance hall gal, looks like a pixie,
I'm guessin' she'll keep doin' more fine fiddlin' and diddlin' on your dixie!
Me, I'm gonna get me a real fancy-schmancy, gold-plated saddle,
Hell, we'll buy everything we can with their mindless rusty cattle!
It'll be more women, lots more whiskey, and more comforts galore,
Shoot, we might even open up our own gosh dang, dark, dusty store!
We'll rob the trading post on the Mesa, jack up prices on customers orders,
Then we'll sneek out the back door, saddle ponies and shoot for the border!
Yee Haw Y'all, it looks like we're gonna have one big ramblin' scramblin' ball,
It's "Celebration Sunday" at the Annual Rustler's Rodeo Roundup!...YEE HAW!
Our dad drives with the recliner down like a waterbed as uncapped bottles of water gushes down. My older sister putting on her third face now, none of it hides her stuck-out tongue at me. My older brother still thinks I'm invisible. Not mom, she only sees me, "Did you break this, or, did you spill this?"
It's one of those 'Blackouts', it seem to be a bit more as I get older. I am getting up a bit bolder, they say that it is a good thing munchkin getting a agronot badge so I can put on my spacesuit. Soon I'll be able to shoot for one of those starry twinkly pads way up there twinkling away.
They'll be getting me ready for those receiving pads up there, but here on Earth we just have the launching pads just around the bend. Still blackout, and pretty much Indian country here they think this whole place is scared land. It's not scared land, it's sacred land. Well it's scary now with it been blackout all this way.
We can see the tall behemoths standing in the shadows pointy noses all seeing circularity's silhouettes destination bound for that moon, or Kalamazoo. Tough being four, Kalamazoo? Yeah, that's Indian for where all the injured animals crawl to die when the Indians go during the hunt.
GOOD, I will take the spirits of the animals with me, like troopers, and I will take them to the happy hunting grounds in the sky.
I blew it last time
Now it’s on me again
She put it on me to win
Can’t handle the pressure
Always choke on the stroke
Man up, change the focus
Open my heart
Open my soul to my goal
My aim, to bring fame
To you and I as one name
Back to the clutch time
Victory on my mind
Concentration solely on penetration
Maneuver with deception
Providing max protection
Equivalent to my heart
The ball travels true
As I shoot for your heart with victorious pursuit
From the rim to the glass, and praying for the net
My one shot goes up…
I close my eyes, hoping I don’t regret
Whether or not my one shot hit the bottom of your heart’s net
Metamorphic rock, move? Groove.
Combustion and shift.
Spiral orbit, red reprove.
Continents to drift.
Rogue wave, shattered basin.
Flood, thy waters rise.
Hurricane, dark fire, hasten.
Cimmerian prize.
Volcano, explode and flow.
Steady as you go.
Broken gold upon the bow.
Vehicles to tow.
Row, oarsman. Pole thy skiff well.
Here is hell? Do tell.
Flames upon the trees may swell?
Alarum and bell.
Pits and pots, forget-me-nots.
Freedom in our thoughts.
Revolution round the dots?
Red as any hots.
Order, dancing star, thy jar.
Ajar door of car.
Pretty lady, shoot for par?
Forever seems far.
Stipend, append. Letters send.
Heartbeat rock, bend? Friend:
Everyone is on the mend?
Transitions to tend.
Yucca bush, yawn. Yon yawndrift.
Chasm, fissure, rift.
Merchant, sir, the shortest shrift?
Well, life is a gift...
What drives me to post poems every day
Little green men dancing the plié?
Or maybe a monster with one evil eye?
Enormous dragons, oversized flies?
Whatever the subject, I never need fret
The ideas keep flowing, on that you can bet
Like having a baby or baking a pie
It comes quite natural for us gals and guys!
What could it be, is it fortune or fame?
Or could it just be, the thrill of the game
To challenge one's psyche to write every day
Sometimes it's easy, sometimes nay!
Got some advice for newbies among us
Writing every day is by no means a must
It's a goal to shoot for in the days up ahead
But don't lose sleep, it's nothing to dread!
Silly poet, I like to write in rhyme
Look at my work I do it all the time
But that is such a basic pair
And nobody is going to care
I guess that's truly fair
But there are only so many words to share
Expand your vocabulary like a boss
Use definitions as if they were floss
The ball is in your court so shoot for three
Because that is when your writing is free
Don't be afraid to hit the rim and it go out
Silly poet you can't give in to doubt
This is truly your time to shine
So don't sit here and whine
Silly poet, I like to write in rhyme
But now it's your time
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If I was a girl in this modern world, I shoot for this stars the first woman on mars, a doctor a lawyer, a CEO. Education and hard work, my ticket to the show. Nothing could stop me, but that's half the tail. The other half has a different pay scale.
Relentless, pervasive, there's nowhere to hide. If I were a man, I'd blacken that eye. How long can I run? Barely living in fear. What will he do next? I cannot work here. Where can I go? I can not give in. He'll just keep pushing, again and again.
It's the same everyplace. It's not what I saw. Dreams became nightmares, escaping their claws. Head on a swivel. What did I hear? On every last front, year after year. If I want to move up, then I've got to play, if it's not that, there's glass in the way.
We have to do better, If we call ourselves men. this can not go on. It's time to step in. We start with our boys, we take on our kin. Protecting women is what makes us men. don't let them whisper that snyde innuendo. Confront and demean him, toss him out of the window. I don't care what it takes, if it's something you do, Get your boot off her neck. We're coming for you.