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If you’d compare my fridge and yours
You’d marvel at the food each stores
For everybody’s taste’s unique,
So open up – let’s have a peek.
I’ve orange juice and lots of cheese
And coffee (Starbuck’s, if you please).
Butter, berries, veggies, beer,
Salad stuff and never fear…
My favorite cookies, hummus, fruit
And eggs and condiments, to boot.
There might be olives, whitefish spread
And in the freezer, bags of bread
(Including bagels) and, for sure,
More ice cream than you’d know what for.
There’s frozen chicken, a knish
And meatballs, eggplant, but no fish.
I’m sure there’s more, but look around –
Organic products won’t be found.
Still, we should all relate a smidge
‘Cause we all like what’s in our fridge!
You have been sober for two years three days and six hours
still the battle has not ended
The temptress in that bottle calls out in the dark
Beckoning you to return
The times when life seems more than you can bear
There was a time she seemed to satisfy
she caressed you from the inside
Until you started to choke
Everything that mattered was taken away
family, friends, job
You still can't breathe without thinking of her
they say it's one day at a time
will it ever get easier
four years
maybe five
Perhaps ten
Thankfully you do not surrender
you have battled too far
the worst is behind you
Battling addiction is a moment by moment affair
Friends were left on that battlefield
those friends didn't want you to win
misery truly does love company
New friends have been gained
family has taken you back with open arms
they never truly left
You had chosen to do the leaving
she had held you in her grip
no one else could be seen or heard
This time you are back to stay
You are the victor
In the end you are stronger than her
Written by Richard Lamoureux
I have broken the twenty four line rule, submitted and old poem to boot, on top of that it doesn't fully conform to your request. You strike me as a person who doesn't follow the rules, so hopefully you will forgive me and break your own rules by placing this piece. ;0)
Just saying the words "blueberry pie"
changes the way you feel.
And it's no wonder it finds a place of honor
at the end of a home-cooked meal,
for there is no need to pit nor peel
this sweet-tart low-bush fruit,
just add a dash of sugar and a flaky shell
and a little bit of love to boot.
When you say the words "blueberry pie"
most everyone turns their head,
anxious to learn if they can have a taste
for it's better than cake or cornbread.
And isn't it fun to see its purply goo
on your fingers or encircling your lips,
or showing everyone your purply tongue
as though you were in a pie-eating championship?
And have you ever smelled a blueberry pie
emerging hot and fresh from the oven?
Does the aroma trigger a thousand fond memories
and send you into the kitchen running?
And is there anything more enticing to see
than a slice dripping with vanilla ice cream?
And then gobbling an extra slice or two
is like living out a blueberry dream.
And who used to bake those blueberry pies?
Your grandmother or a neighborly friend?
And didn't its savory buttery crusts
make you want dessert time to never end?
So how do we know that a blueberry pie
has changed the way you feel?
That look in your eye and that smile on your face
are quite hard to conceal.
copyright © 2019 Gregory Firlotte
SAMMY
Love and joy felt enter my life
day saw Sammy arrive.
Suddenly emptiness vanished,
once again … felt alive.
Sammy gets extra comfortable
especially on my lap.
And I welcome his warm body,
when time for bed … or nap.
Under chin against my chest, that’s
the way we go to sleep.
Soon cuddle in curve of my back,
positions all night … keep.
Sammy’s lessened my loneliness,
love loudness of his purr.
Blood pressure Doc’s seen get lower
when sit … and stroke Sam’s fur.
Sam’s Improved quality of life,
my mental health, to boot.
Those don’t believe this possible,
guess what? … Don’t give a hoot?
March 17, 2023
Contest: BELOVED PETS
Sponser:B.J.Legros Kelley
Simple, Hot and Deep
An entrepreneurs creed
I learned this phrase from working with Trip Hawkins indeed
That's the key to a good consumer product
make it easy to navigate, sleek in design and just this side of crazy
Make it feature rich and customizable
Give the consumer the controls so it's not lazy
It's the fantasy of control that drives a consumers engagement and enjoyment, that relevant detail lost on many a developers deployment
As a producer I see it time and again
they get lost in bad interface and endless steps to get to the end
Trip isn't always right, he was responsible for the single button mouse on the MAC. And us experienced PC users make bawdy remarks about that and a few wise cracks.
But Trip is a genius and inspirational to boot.
And I listen intently whenever he opens that chute
Because the nuggets of truth and refined thought that pour out
are gold mine worthy, have no doubt.
Simple, hot and deep. Artimus (C) Susan Manley 10/05/2023
He was known as a rough rider and a big game hunter to boot
but he’s probably more famous for the bear he didn’t shoot.
When his companions tied one to a tree
Teddy Roosevelt thought it would be unfair…
unsportsmanlike to shoot it
hence…we have the Teddy bear.
Hoping to give children something to do during this virus
a friend in South Carolina came up with a great stunt…
She asked her neighbors to put a Teddy Bear in their windows
and then send the children on a hunt.
When the family goes out for a walk
to ease their boredom…to get some air…
they could bring along a camera and take pictures of all the Teddy Bears.
Her neighbors deemed it a great idea
a way for families to get some exercise and alleviate some cares
while their children…cameras at the ready
would hunt then shoot some Teddy Bears.
So in honor of a great idea…children of our neighborhood be aware
hiding, looking out our window…you will see a Teddy Bear.
If all our neighbors who have Teddy Bears put them in their windows
this could be a wonderful game…
and imagine if neighborhoods all over the county
Followed suit…and did the same.
A Teddy Bear in every window?
from sea to shining sea?
Could make a lot of cooped up children happy…
I imagine Teddy Roosevelt would agree
No particular rhyme nor,
reason explains to boot
within mind of this (boyish
looking) ole coot,
why sudden flashback didst
kickstart metered metrical foot
when during bout with anorexia nervosa,
I did not give a hoot
analogously harried and swiftly kicked
with barebones styled tailored jackboot.
Said eating disorder, sans
self starvation arose
without explicit explanation
this grown man tries
till he gets himself bluenose
to recapitulate an ill fate,
he conveniently chose
still baffled, thus
without aversion disclose,
silence of echoes
confidential matter
I willingly expose,
said trauma that
nearly did foreclose
emotionally mortgaged corporeal property
boarded figurative
windows, whereat up goes
for sale sign testament to
recalcitrant stalwart hardnose
father and mother felt
obligation to interpose
lest premature demise,
would invariably juxtapose
dealing mortal psychological
(albeit unfair) blow
to parents plus two sisterly kiddoses
perhaps family pets (cats and dogs),
whose meows and lows
punctuating equilibrium
volunteering, (when suicide
gripped stranglehold)
spurring personal tragedy
with sincere manifestoes
(mainly not a verse
to dabble with poetry)
striving to cater to nonheroes
to thwart tragedy, whose nose
(mine) sniffs fallout mainly upon me
woebegotten life somber
(time to cue oboes),
asper the plethora of
influences that predispose
one in the throes
of adolescent experiencing
oh ma dog...gushing hormones
analogous to young lives
loose then taut like mama's yoyos!
They had never seen or heard of a wedding before
But they wanted one that would last forever more
Just a few humans, they cautioned me, not so many.
Would you rather have ten, or could I invite twenty?
No photos, except maybe one, to take back on our ship.
I noted a bunch of rules coming out of my alien friend Hip.
Do we have to wear clothes? She asked me, concerned about it.
It would probably be the best, I said, hoping she would not have a fit.
They dressed up in colors, that matched their triple-toned skin.
He had never looked more handsome, her groom Old Finn.
We gave them a sendoff and a wedding to boot.
Then they had to blast off, the bride and her crotchety coot.
The equivalent of a cosmic flat tire, the star collector overheated again.
Should've topped off the subzero heat transmogger back at Stuckey's.
Yep we have 'em too.., who doesn't need a Pecan Log Roll, now and then.
Two Roadway startruckers snapped up the last Elmer's paste pies., the luckys.
Right between filling stations to boot, no triple A for a gojillion miles..
and one of my best pint sized, non-binary service robots on the blink.
Not my best idea, feeding her moonshrooms, peaked all his cortial dials,
eventually caused them to puke it up, all over my excremental sink.
Frazusoosh it! not even a UPB (Universal Phone Booth) to make a collect call,
to my mother (planet), which, by the way, is also useful for transmitting matter.
That's assuming you can find someone to accept the charges, of course, LOL.
Had to wash dishes for an eternity, last time, including dried on crupecake batter.
Drack's balls! stuck on this puny planet with obnoxious fumes corroding my chromium tail.
No wonder they call it air; the sixth least favorite word in the Corpadian lingo, P.U.!
Those creatures keep staring, I've tried to reason with them, even tried telepthy to no avail.
When I type in their reply to my trans-googling translator, all it comes back as is 'Moo'.
Oh thank goodness! A family of grubbers in a U Haul pulling over., whew!
Though probably have to sit on a lap, luckily they each have two.
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Old Gertie was a gentleman’s lady
If she deemed to do anything, it would be shady
We followed her career and were shocked to see
The kinds of things she would do here, there and beyond the sea.
She was a dance hall girl, and a pirate queen.
The bawdy songs she sang were seen as obscene.
She carried a pistol, a sword, and a leather whip.
She made some cringe after they had made the trip
To meet Old Gertie who had a furiously crazy reputation.
In the thirties she was completely notorious across the nation.
Some church ladies came to reform her from Kentucky.
They ended up screaming in fear as they ran home said Lee.
Lee was Old Gertie’s advisor, another dance hall girl to boot.
Their friendship was known by the town, every mean old coot.
If you crossed one, you had to take on the other as well.
Old Gertie and Lee helped more than one guy back to hell.