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Yanny Widjanarko - Baby Ken Austen
Nothing is a greater gift than to be a mother
Growing in the womb - the first 9 months of his life
A warm and cozy place right under a happy heart
Associates a bond with tenderness and love
An indescribable love so pure and full of honesty
Finally the day came - mother got stomach ache
A little angel came to the world - a shapely baby boy
Ken Austen became his beautiful name
Your mom spreads over your carpet - kiss you on your cheek
Outside your window I see the moon watching over you
Good wishes I send you in my heart
When you sleep ....
- Dedicate this poem to: Yanny Widjanarko - And Baby Ken Austen
- Congratulations and welcome to the world
20.03.2014
A-L Andresen : )
Metals in cloth
Opening holes of fashion
Allow cold breezed air through
It enters my shirt, mixing through my skin
It starves to enter
Enter my body
Cause the compassion
For white cells to fight back
Stingily and inconsiderately it penetrates
Through my flesh, into my cells
Inside my body it breathers
It triggers me to close my jacket
Blind the holes
The cold breeze of air seeks warmth
Finds it in my cozy blood
Refuses to turn back
To return
I desperately hug myself tightly
Experiencing the most twigging stomach ache
I lay down in discomfort and chill
Covering my body with blankets
And wrapping myself with clothes
The cold aired creature confiscated me in illness
As I trusted my body in destroying the germ
I wait in aching and sore
As hours pass I rush to the toilet
To get out with the feeling of victory
And my gratefulness to my body
I love Jewish food,
So does my tum,
It makes my mouth water
And delights my tongue.
I worked in the City.
Of London years ago
London brings back memories,
That I treasure so.
I used to pass a Jewish Deli,
As I walked along the street,
The smells coming from that Deli,
It smelled marvellous to eat.
A little bell tinkled as I opened the door
The aroma of Wally in spiced vinegar
It was a smell not to ignore.
These pickles were in a huge barrel
Made of wood and copper,
You placed your hand into the tub
And hope to find a whopper.
One of my favourite Jewish foods
Is chopped liver
The thought of it now
It makes my taste buds quiver.
Upon the shop counter, I spied,
Mozzah and Gefilte fish
It was hard not to purchase
Every single dish.
I adored Latkes,
Flat Potato Cakes
Just thinking of the flavour
It makes my stomach ache,
Freshly baked Bagels,
A bread roll shaped like a ring
Solly, the deli owner,
Sold everything.
I will always remember shopping.
At Solly's old-fashioned deli,
I have fond memories of his shop
And so does my belly.
7 LITTLE FIELD MICE WHERE ARE THEY NOW
There were 7 little field mice;
Living in the field;
One mouse cried;
It’s cold outside;
So pack of six;
Nibbled at the corner of the house;
And that is how the seven got inside;
But alas one mouse died;
Ate some great tasting D-con;
Seven went in the house,
So now there’s six;
There were 6 little field mouse;
In this nice house;
You see it’s cold outside;
Wow!! The furnace is running;
House is clean but there’s some crumbs up under;
In back of the refrigerator some bread crumbs;
And under the sink some water to drink;
Oh, Oh there’s a mouse trap
“S N A P”
There goes Fred;
Guess, He’s dead, dummy nibble on the trap
Set off the bar, down on his head
Yeah! He’s DEAD Freddie’s dead
If there are mice in heaven in the skies;
Guess, we’ll see him later when we die;
Now there’s five
So four little mice in the house;
Benny ate a hole in the bed;
The mattress taste great;
But he got a stomach ache
He choked on cotton, that’s the end of him;
So now he to is dead leaving only three;
Three little mice in the house;
Played tagged running around zig-zag;
Came out of the wall;
And saw Paul being eaten by a big-fury cat
And now there’s only two mice left;
And to think they were 7 little field mouse;
Snuck into the house;
Only because it’s was cold outside;
Also the furnace is running;
And in the nooks and cranny's plenty of food and trash to nibble on;
Well now there are only 2 mice left;
But little did they know;
They too must go;
For you see the home owner’s a MAD SCIENTIST
Alas!!! Where the 2 LITTLE FIELD MICE WHERE ARE THEY NOW
11/7/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
He ate one apple, then two pears,
Three plums and, likely, unawares,
Four strawberries, then what came next?
Five oranges, as per the text.
Not finished, there was chocolate cake,
An ice cream cone and, no mistake,
A pickle and Swiss cheese, a slice,
Another of salami – nice!
A lollipop, some cherry pie,
A sausage and a cupcake; why
Continue? For the story’s sake,
One snack to go ‘fore stomach ache.
And that would be, in Carle’s cool tellin’
One fat slice of watermelon.
What would follow would be brief –
Relief, from munching on a leaf.
Eric Carle, a kids’ lit thriller,
Wrote The Hungry Caterpillar
More than fifty years ago
And every reader in the know
Should feel forever in his debt
For showing us, the best way yet,
That life may take us for a spin
But beauty waits for us within.
Oreos with chocolate chips
Potato sticks with onion dip
Drip the cheese all over those fries
Three scoops of ice cream and apple pie
Frito-lay corn chips beside a guacamole-filled bowl
Don't forget those Boston-creme doughnut...holes
And how about all the candies and the chocolate cake
Something's got to give you a slight stomach ache
These are merely appetizers, of course
Now it's time for the game, to eat like a horse
First comes the turkey, with stuffing and butttered yams
Along with sides of potato fritters and honey-glazed ham
Throw in a few sirloin steaks with sauteed onions, hot off the grill
A Reuben sandwich with sauerkraut'll give your taste buds a thrill
Now -- how foolish of me! -- I've forgotten the drinks
Left them in a cooler under the kitchen sink ...
So let's down a few maragaritas and some imported red wine
Y'all leave some room for beer chasers --- in a mug or a stein
Yes, fans, it's under two months till Super Bowl Sunday
Better start dieting now, so you'll still fit in your undies!
I don’t want to give you roses
Or words as sweet as chocolates
Shiny diamonds or love poems
I want to carve out my heart and serve it to you raw
Show you who I am and tell you the truth:
You hurt me like a knife to my chest
And some of the words you say bring tears to my eyes
But most of the words you say make my stomach ache with laughter.
I don’t love you
At least not in the way they tell me to
With sugar dusted words and fake smiles
I love you because of the person you are and how you make me feel
I hate you because you stop the words leaving my mouth and you make me feel weak
I love you even when its dull and worn
Because those are the signs of love.
Let me take you for a ride,
feel alive, feel good inside.
Feel the wind rip through your hair,
life is great, we have no care.
Slowly up the ride we go
anticipation building slow.
Faster now we reach the top
but from up high we see the drop.
Don't look down now, please be wary
for everything you see is scary.
There below is such a pit,
want a thrill? Then go for it.
Feel your stomach ache and fall
watch out world hear me call.
Piercing scream! Is that my voice?
I didn't really have a choice
but to fall.
I have a choice now, I can choose,
to get back on, what's to lose?
I didn't really like that ride,
but that thrill I felt inside
made me feel alive.
But it is cheap!
A for Ahira not an Apple was found at the tree of life, Sustain ate Manna;
B for Band bananas Black beans in stride;
C for Corianders and Cocoyam's flown in from the skies, sustain ate Manna;
D for Dalkon with Dandelions cries;
E for Endive in the wilderness eat, eaten with flies, sustain ate Manna;
F for Fat hen-Fiddlehead Fern, all for this I learn many people died;
G for Gherkin no more starving infants sustain ate Manna;
Sustain ate Manna;
H for Horseradish rode in from the North East;
Got a stomach-ache, must been somethin' that I didn't eat that I didn't ate.
Got no food for my family, must pray and stop being sadly...
God rains down something, I sigh, well, well, I said God rains down something...
rain down a chocolate cake or pumpkin pie;
Sustain ate manna this I got to have, yowl. . .
I for Ice plant, I spent on hot soup, sustain ate Manna
J for Jerusalem Artichokes rolls of Rice, this would b so nice so very nice
K for Kale is coming growing in bunches, sustain ate Manna;
L for Lemon grass and lentils and tree bark crunches;
M for Marjoram just to be brewed, sustain ate Manna;
N for Nettles and nuts just a few;
O for Okra and Olives oh, my, my, Oh! sustain ate Manna, sustain ate Manna;
P for peppers and palm hearts warms my inter soul;
Got a stomachs ache, must been something I didn't eat;
God no food for my family, must pray and stop being sadly;
God rains down something I sigh, a chocolate cake or pumpkin pie;
sustain ate manna this I got to have now. . .
Q for Quince and mince and mash and chew, sustain ate Manna;
R for Radish the raisins just a few;
S for Slokes are jokes no one eats them, sustain ate Manna;
T for tomatoes to Matt Toe what's the different;
U for Ulluco you be hungry when you eat, sustain ate Manna;
V for Vidalia onion sometimes is sweet;
W for Watercress, what a mess, sustain ate Manna;
X for Xemenia too!, Comes from heavens kitchen;
Y for Yamaimo and yams is the plan, sustain ate Manna;
Z for Zucchini for every woman, girl, boy and man;
Sustain ate Manna
Like a small flowing stream, down my cheek. A little stream that is full of great big emotions. Spilling everywhere. Like a leaky faucet, that only continues to drip. Almost seems to be a never-ending stream, but all things come to an end. Eventually, the stream stops when you are out of tears, like when you fix the leaky faucet. It makes take some work and time but it will stop.
Like the warmth of a cup of cocoa on a cold winter day. The nice feeling of when the sun shines on your face. The warmth of being in the covers is warm and cozy. Being bundled up in a cold snowstorm. The warm feeling of holding a cat. But as always, all things come to an end. The warmth will eventually come to an end.
The bitter saltiness of the great big oceans. That salty sting when you get a mouthful of ocean water. When you eat something that is overly salty. But eventually, the saltiness stops. The salty drops will stop rolling down your face and onto your lips. Your tongue will eventually stop tasting the bitterly salty drops.
But the cause of these salty warm streams?
The boiling anger is like a pot of chili over a fire. Like a raging wildfire, burning everything in its path. Like lava spewing from a great big volcano.
The deep sadness that storms like the sea. Like the storms on the sea drown and sink ships in its path. Like a tight blanket being held over you. Like being trapped deep in the great big sea.
The sunny happiness is like a great big cloud ready to burst. Like a child seeing a candy shop. Like a puffer fish swelling up until you just might burst with happiness. Like petting a small puppy
The horrible nervousness is like swarms of angry bees in your stomach. Like you might melt like a popsicle in the hot sun. Like when you have a stomach ache and are scared you might puke.
Why?
You can explain with all the scientific facts and research you want, but I will always believe that when our bodies can't handle the emotions too big for them it spills. Like an over-full bottle. The bottle will either explode or spill. The cause of these warm salty tears spilling down your cheeks.
Sweet, bitter, angry tears.