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French Fry Etiquette
She left me sitting alone in McDonalds
Didn't take a bite of her Big Mac
Or touch a single one of her French Fries
She grabbed her Coke then walked away
And never even looked back
I thought about eating the fries
Although I had lost my appetite
It wasn't because I was hurt by the drama
She spreads ketchup on top of all of them
Instead of dipping each fry
I'm sure you know
the type
When it comes to eating French fries
Her method doesn't follow proper etiquette
Even though it bothered me I never said a word
Because she gets pissed off so quickly
And becomes
belligerent
I didn't understand what just happened
It left me totally confused
Why did she Super Size her order
If she wasn't going to eat the food
We had a date to go for dinner
I couldn't figure out why she got upset
I told her she looked gorgeous
But maybe a little overdressed
She looked surprised when we arrived
And said McDonalds you've got to be kidding
How insensitive of me to take her to McDonalds for dinner
Knowing her favorite hamburger joint is Burger King
JSB
Judge Santiago Burdon
Stray Dogs and Deuces Wild, Not Real Poetry, Quicksand Highway, Fingers in the Fan, Tequilas Bad Advice, Lords of the Afterglow, Overdose of Destiny
Home at the Ranch
Once, I had a big ranch in, Oregon, technically it is still mine
but I have no way to prove it
one day and far from the ranch, inspecting fences, sudden
cold storm hit, to survive, I shot my horse
cut his stomach open, crept inside, and quickly fell asleep
Awoke, when the storm was over, looked for my horse was gone
maybe a wolf pack had taken its carcass
I walked, or trotted, home to the ranch
the ranch hands were glad to see me and gave me a carrot
although I neighed, they put me in the corral
with the other horses, who knew and shunned me
My widow cried as I stood under the window, brought
tears to many eyes, the widow gave me an apple
Now that she was the owner and had much reasonability
she rode me to get around.
with her sitting on my back, I was careful not to show any
unbecoming excitement.
tragedy struck the widow, got a boyfriend,
a man, I had thought of firing
My intense jealousy made me furious
one day when
they were making love under an oak tree by the river
I kicked them both to death and galloped to the far blue
mountain, I know from experience that there is no justice
for wild horses.
As I’ve said before…in life…we never know what wonders will come our way…
for instance we were blessed to experience a variety of mountain music…
all in the same day.
It all began with a morning breeze…that appeared well before daybreak…
and when it landed on our wind chimes…it tinkled us awake.
As it continued through the trees…it tapped the sleeping birds upon their wings
gently nudging them awake…and they began to sing.
I stood out on the porch enjoying the music…and as the sun made it’s debut…
I looked into the garden where a deer was listening too.
As we listened to the music together…there among the trees
I realized this deer is a better dancer than I will ever be.
Midway through the morning..as the leaves began to glow
we heard the whistle of the train…from the valley down below.
We attended a college football game….while sitting high up in the stands
We were treated to the sights and sounds of the home team’s marching band.
Later in the evening….under the crescent moon and stars….
we heard musician story-tellers tell Appalachian stories
while playing a fiddle, a banjo and guitar.
When we finally arrived back home…as our windows looked out on an ebony sky
that same wind that we woke up that morning…sang us an evening lullaby.
How lucky were we that day…
to have a whole day where we spent…
doing so much that made us happy…
with a musical accompaniment.
said
to have
a face of true
beauty so beautiful
too beautiful deserving
an Athenian beauty salon
curse
hours under
the sculpting
stylist's stolen eye
honey when i'm done
with you you'll rock their
socks off
so sitting back
closing her beautiful
eye lids of her beautiful
face she dreamed about how
the record holder for launching a
thousand ships
she'd do one better
so imagine how upset
her waking was when after
hours of snipping here and there
her stylist pronounced ta da my dear
taking
a look in
a mirror and
noticing she had
the same alabaster
facial skin of perfection
but
some
thing was
different she
couldn't quite put
a pin point on what
"the saga continues" part 2
always seemed to be
waking this time in an
acoustic cave dwelling
where hissing sounds
pingponged off the walls
time for another
hissy fit
from her another
day of waking
having a bad
hair
day
Form:
Sitting alone with so much to say,
but no one to say it to.
Doubt, fear, and shame rule every day;
so much you’ve already been through.
Who can you trust? What is their take?
Will they find acceptance in choices you make?
Will they be true? Are they bound to forsake?
There is no guarantee what they’ll do.
It’s impossible to know
if there’s some hidden goal,
and so hard to see up ahead
when vision’s been blurred
from lies that you’ve heard
and hope dangles by a fine thread.
And, if you forgive,
you’re afraid you'll forget;
your heart has already been broken.
So, you force your mouth closed and stay safe, I suppose?
It’s a choice leaving words left unspoken.
8/30/19
Contest: Silence
Sponsored by: Silent One
something small almost imperceptible is crawling across the porch
I have to get closer to see it; it is a tiny bug, so small it has no color
I wonder if my dogs have noticed; but they are asleep, not caring
leaves of my lilac tree capture my attention next; they seem to shimmer.
a different color on the back, kind of a silver sheen.
a tiny wren or sparrow flies downward; this interests me.
Birds usually fly up, unless there is rain water to dabble in.
This one landed on the edge of the cat door and promptly went inside.
Does she have a nest in my garage? This was curious.
She went in that flap as if it was her flap.
there is a whoo whoo whoo sound now
an owl in the afternoon? My ears struggle to hear.
Yes, it is an owl. In the day time? They are nocturnal!
Whoo Whoo Whoo; a third call.
This was remarkable.
A large shadow of a raptor brings my eyes skyward.
It is huge, black, a turkey buzzard?
Now there are two, now three, my final count is six.
They are circling above the marsh. Is there something dead?
I shudder.
One of my dogs is having a daymare. He is shuddering.
I lean down and pat him a bit, to reassure him.
He was sitting alone in the corner
In a little cafe at the painting of Monet
And was talking to imaginary friend
About thinness opaqueness fear
Sensation of heat cold anger despair
Cruelty he claimed is the language of reality
Not the barren lame poetry with vulgar
Metaphors hiding behind empty words
Cruelty was the only honest way
To open the hidden heavy doors
Into suffering human soul and heart
And talk about things that matter
Through shamanic art of reaching
Deep into the guts of true teaching
And bringing light to the dark corners
That have never been lit before
Actors dancing in overpowering way
Manikins with terrifying theatrical faces
With empty eyes staring at the audience
And drilling through their souls
Objects of strange proportions
Surfacing in a dreamy scenery
Of unrecognizable ghostly world
Of the modern stage transformed
By the means of the theater of cruelty
It is the only way to be honest
To himself Artaud claimed
And believed
He was right
He sacrificed his life
To this idea
And died lonely forgotten
On the bare floor
Next to metal bed
That stood at the door
He tried to open so hard
In a madhouse
Where magic of theater
Truly belongs
It’s like a dream when I’ve met you
Sitting and laughing around.
It’s like a dream when I made you smile
Till we became good friends.
Didn’t know that it was a start of unexpected love story.
In the end, we are meant for each other
We will hold our hands.
We will walk with our fate.
The universe tells us,
I’m all yours and you are mine.
Like a dream come true
Was it dream when we kissed?
The clouds are dark and about to cry
Heartbeat is around and about to say
“I love you too.”
Didn’t know that it was a start of unexpected love story.
In the end, we are meant for each other
We will hold our hands.
We will walk with our fate.
The universe tells us
I’m all yours and you are mine.
Like a dream come true
Okay I am going to write my twiddling poems while I am waiting on God
Is that a word?
I don't care
I am inventing new words if it doesn't fit me
Why does He make you wait forever?
Does anyone know the answer to that?
What could be taking so long?
It's not like He has to think or something
Does He have to talk to someone?
Nah
He is the only One
You can just see it
He is sitting there looking at you
twiddling His thumbs
And no one moves
Time wasted
For what?
I have no idea
Okay if it's going to be like this
I am going to make use of my time
I am going to write some funny poems
until you know whom gives me a 'let's go'
Okay ready?
Why do we need oxygen to breathe
when it's in itself is flammable?
Because we are fire and we need fuel
Haha you like that?
Why do we like things that are barbecued?
Because we are primitive deep down
Ya ya
What do you look at when you look at a person?
Ha I don't even know
Never pay attention
Just look
Heck if I know
So don't be mad at me if you ask me what you look like
You should know
So I don't need to tell ya
Okay
That's it for this one
Going on the next one
lol
I have that Sunday feeling
you know the one I mean,
I should be up and dressed by now
but I’m really not that keen.
I have that Sunday feeling
that comes before a tiring week
it’s even too much effort
to move my mouth to speak.
I have that Sunday feeling
you know the one you dread,
it always begins and ends
with just getting out of bed!
I have that Sunday feeling
while munching on my toast
One good thing about this day
is having Sunday roast!
I have that Sunday feeling
but it’s ok I’ll survive
As Sia is on the radio
reminding me I’m alive!
I have that Sunday feeling
while staring at the ironing pile
Maybe it won’t hurt
to avoid it for a little while.
I have that Sunday feeling
so right here I will stay
Sitting in my jammies
having a slow and lazy day!