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What should have been my Salad Days (but I was young, not wise)
were filled with pizza, nachos, pastries, candy bars and fries!
Many years I spent repenting when those days were through,
and there are not too many diets that I did not do!
However, in my 60’s, I found at last the key
to losing weight most healthily and effectively.
Priority I usually give to plant-based foods. My goals
are eating things organic and lots of vegetables.
Love smoothies, stir-fry, home-made soups (tomato, broccoli
and so much more). My Salad Days I’m living happily!
June 2, 2019
For Pick A Tile, Vol 5 - Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
eating an apple
the only language i know now
eating an orange
the only language i know now
eating a banana
the yuckiest inevitable change i am continuing to make
eating a salad
it is sad and not funny what high blood pressure, atrial flutter, and three heart procedures can do to the mind once set
i think i will try to make one of them there smoothies
i think i will have a rice cake or two with it
how about a trip to the farmer's market
how about an excursion a grocery store, the whole foods version
the places that i am passing by has my stomach growling like it's 1980
what i would not give for what i used to eat right now
my mind's tongue can taste it all
my dear sweet lady, my savior, now a makeshift nutritionist (who knew),
sees the signs like an ace of bass cassingle and holds my hand
i feign laughter and curse her internally for i want no smoke today
i just sigh like watching jai alai
then, like the True Blessing that my dear sweer lady is, she says 'let's have a taco salad today'
newly encouraged, i reply 'how about a healthy shrimp burrito'
no answer, just a sweet rolling of the eyes
we eat four shrimp burritos each happily ever after
we'll worry about the charmin and the plunger when it all comes......out
there's a construction site close by, detour flag-man calling 'keep moving'...
so iris and i day dream on the back deck....
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when breakfast, it's...
butter-flies, and cheer-ups...
sights, sounds and open windows...
iris, my cat loves...
to lay, across a warm...
shoulder, sitting or standing...
while, we sit on the deck...
in, the early morn's air she...
whiffs, stares and snuggles as...
signs of what's out, there in...
tree shadows, moving as they are...
shadows of, dimensional reflections as...
a fractal, a wave of movement that signifies…
environmental change is due, and the numb-it pills...
people take won't do much good so, eat proper and drink only...
vegetable smoothies, and coffee to keep you awake while a cat like...
iris keeps snuggling, friendship is beautiful but the blossom that is actually...
my wife attracted an automaton bug, just social in nature but seeking flowers..
counted in hours in which seeing an infinity might be, hell as held-in-a-spell...
it rests on my logic this is no more than a shadow of, dimensions available...
an existent time-flow function called change is, an eternity available to...
see into space-time matters, other than as being a sediment of...
a flow called time, we are as creatures on 'flat-worlds' sea bed of logic...
that matters because it is synonymously universally existent with fractal...
logic...……………………………………………that well, iris what's say we go in for treats.
stan sand
I believe one of the gifts we have been given as we live life day to day
is the ability to discover beauty in every moment along the way.
I believe if we’ are waiting for that one beautiful moment…
that ultimate surprise…we may fail to see the beauty that is right before our eyes.
The other day at the lake house of a friend we were fortunate early to wake
and step outside in time to watch the sun rise on the lake.
With only the frogs and birds around us…away from all the crowds…
we watched the sun in all her artistry paint the water and the clouds.
Our friend Bonnie and her dog Arrow joined us…and we sat down to talk
with muffins and hot coffee…a little breakfast on the dock.
After sitting together for a while…embracing every moment of the changing scene
the four of us moved inside where we sat and visited with our friend Jean.
I love when friends get together…no matter when or where…
the kinship we all feel…how laughter fills the air.
When it was time for us to go…and our arms and stories we finally disentangled…
we headed home….but first…a stop for egg biscuits at Bojangles.
There are so many beautiful moment shared when traveling near…or far
heading down the road together…just the two of us…in a car.
We made smoothies for dinner and then…in the days waning light
we watched The Big Lebowski before kissing each other good night.
It’s amazing how simple beautiful moments shared along the way
when you put them all together make for a beautiful day…
And how simple beautiful moments shared with friends and family…
with our partner or our wife
can, when we put them all together…make for a beautiful life.
Jingle jingle jingle jingle
Mac succulent and simple
Hamburgers, Cheeseburgers
Chicken & fries
Ice-creams ,desserts
long coffee with ice
We have tutti fruties
to suit your sweet toothies
Thick milkshakes
fresh juices and smoothies
We shake every wish
with salads and fish
We offer hot wraps
from our Donalds hats
Oh, Forget 'bout the rest
In beef pounds invest
Cuz uncle Ro Ronald knows best.
Jingle jingle jingle jingle
Mac succulent and simple
Jingle Jingle Jingle...
Parapapa, I 'm lunching it !!!
Offer of the day -One pound mac beefy burger
and another free pound ( to carry you home : )
Just a commercial poem...
Not for the commercial contest , but thanks for the inspiration L.M
There once was a robin who flew
somewhat strangely down my chimney flue.
When I asked if she missed
due to morn's heavy mist,
she said, "That, plus I'm fighting the flu".
Unhappy with how much I weigh,
for a long time I searched for a way
to get rid of some weight.
This was well worth the wait:
to fruit smoothies I add powdered whey!
She prays to her Father most holy,
while adoring His worthiness wholly.
For long hours she'll kneel
by her new husband, Neil.
So that's why both their pants are so holey.
Though he couldn't look me in the eye,
the cupcake thief said, "It is I".
When I asked, "So you ate
every one of the eight?"
With a fierce stomach ache he said, "aye".
A new singer has come to the fore
though I honestly don't know what for.
Her light dimly has shone
(as her critics have shown) -
her "cringe" songs I could name three or four.
This poet tells bad jokes (puns, too)
every minute he'll tell one or two.
Now this half-funny bard
from all bars is now barred
till his victims who passed out come to.
My sailboat I towed down the road
to the bay; at the helm my son rode.
But no breezes were seen
at the smooth-as-glass scene -
to our destination we both rowed!
Twelve donuts I opted to buy,
as I nibbled on them by and by.
Now they're gone - who knows where
(my new pants I can't wear)
With this mystery I'll sign off. Bye!
//Homophones - two words sounding the same but with different meanings //
Written 26 Oct 2022
The sun descends this cloudless night
A moon for howling, full and bright
A moon by which the bats take flight
And wolf-men and the undead bite
Stretchered in, a bite mark cruel
He won’t heal but must refuel
But medics’ blood runs warm and free
In this midnight A&E
Devour the sick by full-moon light
Bed by bed and bite by bite
Amid the carnage and confusion
A foul unholy blood transfusion
A werewolf with a stethoscope
Takes his patient’s final hope
Blankly eyes his victims’ notes
And slashes their inviting throats
Werewolf docs and Vampire nurses
Send their patients home in hearses
That my friend is not the worst
They go home with a raging thirst
Home to guzzle son or daughter
Wives bring priests with holy water
Silver bullets, wooden stake
Cruciform her fingers make
Vampires drinking O-neg smoothies
Snarl, “You’ve seen too many movies.”
Hurl away depleted kin
Snatch the priest for one more sin
Bloodied canines catch the moon
Glinting as the werewolves croon
Shed their clothing in the mud
Sniffing out the virgin’s blood
Through the night they drink their fill
Bite or slash their every kill
Wounds the Gods will not let heal
Seeping blood that can’t congeal
Policeman wary, raps the door
Slashed, undead, he hits the floor
Spurting blood he blinks an eye
As a glimmer tints the sky
Then as lupine pelts recede
Kindred canines cease to feed
At this dawn’s first gasp they flee
To that blighted A&E
(a series of micro vignettes)
Chella and I are reading our analysis assignments together because that’s how we link and build.
We read out loud too, because how else can you judge the flow?
When my phone, lying on the table, jiggled. The caller ID read, “Tommy’s girlfriend.”
Chella gave me a little look. “I never change anyone’s ID,” I confessed. “Neither do I.” Cellia agreed.
“She broke up with him years ago..”
I feel sorry for panhandlers, I don’t see them often but I saw one yesterday. Who carries cash any more (Noone)?
Along the same line, Chella and I are wired, it-girls - we’re noise cancelled. Were you talkin’ to us?
We’re hard to engage, not because we’ve got attitude - we just can’t hear you. It’s irritating when I have to tap-out of some stream to hear people.
Even if it’s the waiter from the bistro downstairs delivering their exemplary frozen-strawberry-smoothies and burgers.
Later, after the pool, we showered. As I was toweling my hair, I studied myself in the mirror.
“My skin is SO screwed up,” I moaned, “I need a ‘rescue spa’ facial.. Let’s go to New York (city)—I’m taking you there.”
“There’s a ‘Forever Young Spa’ on Beacon street.. about a mile from here,” Cellia offered.
“Ever been there?” I asked.
“No, but the ad says they have an AI-powered massage robot. I’m curious.”
“Ooo! Call ‘em up, see if it does happy-endings.” I laughed.
“We could get a home unit.” Cellia updogged.
“I think we’d need the industrial version,” I added, “that’s the sell.”
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Songs for this:
Nothing Can Stop Us by Saint Etienne
Goodbye by The Sundays
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Our cast:
Chella, A tall, lithe black girl, from Liberty City (Miami) Florida. She's a Harvard Master's candidate with a ‘Bachelor of Science in Global Affairs’ from Yale. She had it rough growing up - she was buying skin-care at Trader Joes! I'm showing her some things.
Your author, a simple trust-fund baby from Athens, Georgia and a Harvard Master's candidate with a Bachelor of Science in Molecular Biophysics and Biochemistry from Yale.
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Burgers = bacon cheeseburger w/tomato, sautéed onions, ketchup and fries - hold the mayo and mustard.
Please purpose pure
Loiter lost lure
Embrace each end
Apt aim attends
Sense something still
Use urge until
Rouse real refrain
Etching explains
Prompt primal play
Line limpid lay
Etch empathy
Ask actively
Shout screaming sham
Unfurl undreamt
Reach rude recoil
Endings embroil
Piquant pleasure
Lively leisure
Endowments ease
Answers appease
Sensuous success
Union undressed
Respite reeling
Effort etching
Play placid plan
Love lusting lend
Explore endings
Aim answering
Surprise surrounds
Unleash unbound
Richness restored
Expound explore
Prefer pretense
Light lovely lens
Express empty
Apply aptly
Sweet-sour smoothies
Urgent unease
Rowdy rich race
Endow embrace
Leon Enriquez
12 June 2014
Singapore
Yogurt smoothies, Cocoa Puffs,
Mac & cheese and chicken;
Mushrooms, couscous, turkey (sliced)
And lots of snacks for pickin’.
Cheetos, corn chips, Goldfish,
Peaches, olives and a plum;
Watermelon, cantaloupe
And still, there’s more to come…
Swiss cheese, pickles, Kit Kats
And some mini ice-cream cones;
Yummy corn still on the cob,
Organic milk for bones.
Sautéed broccoli and oh,
Some lemon poppy muffins,
All to fill the bellies
Crying out for constant stuffins’.
A weekend with the grandkids
Is exhausting but so sweet
Just as long as we supply the food
They really love to eat.