Long Toppings Poems
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Mat and Mary married in the college town of Evanston.
Their first child was born in Southern Wisconsin.
Their second child was born in Northern Mississippi.
Their third child was born in the city of San Francisco.
Mat's hometown was hard and lonely and never felt like home.
From '72 until "86, they never were able to dig deep roots.
From '86 to 2022, they dug the deepest roots in Sacramento.
His heart was planted, but the roots were not deep in Chicago.
San Francisco was a lovely place with the beauty and great weather.
They could have lived by the Bay and the Pacific for a lifetime.
They could have dug the deepest roots near Golden Gate Park.
Unfortunately, Mat lost his job and was forced to move away.
The living produce of our lives demands careful planting.
Topsoil is quickly dried by the rays of the sun.
Rarely should one plant seeds in toppings of dust.
Deep roots are required for seeds to produce.
Their abode of the deepest roots was never a part of their plan.
But the city through which two rivers run was right for them.
Their hearts were planted and the roots grew deep for 36 years.
There's a TIME to plant; A TIME for deep roots; A TIME to blossom.
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How much is that hot dog on the griddle
The one that is so plump and moist
How much is that hot dog that is cooking
My hungry belly has a choice
They all look delicious and yummy
I can hear the grumble in my tummy
Different sizes and flavors--- it's insane
Lots of tasty toppings--- just not plain
I want to eat one I can savor
My tastebuds will enjoy each flavor
I don't want to overload my jaw
But I shove them inside --- just not raw
How much is that hot dog on the griddle
The one that is so plump and moist
How much is that hot dog that is cooking
My hungry belly has a choice
Loaded Potato
I’m not talking about food
Just people in general
No accountability
No responsibilities
Actions that affect others around you
Poor choices
Always excuses
Putting the blame on someone else
Like a loaded potato
Two many toppings
Always lying
Always running away
Always arguing
They want their independence
With no life experiences
Always rebellious
I have no sympathy for them
They all need bootcamp
All disrespectful
What comes around goes around
Nobody owes you
Your like a loaded baked potato
So full of yourself
Always digging yourself in a whole
You’re just bloated with stubbornness
I wore these shoes before
And as I walk across floor
The rushing winds shakes the door
As winter colds blows it's snow
Tornadic realms comes and buffers
Throwing star like frozen ice toppings
Covering the entire population
Now the time to come shut the doors and windows
I walk in the mist of the snow storm
No one knows my whereabouts
I am lost they too are blinded by the storm
Tornadic realms comes and buffers
Entrapped by the bitterness we suffer
And as I walk across floor
I wore these shoes before
Walking, stumbling, sliding trekking through the snow
03/6/18
©2018
For Contest: MARCH 18 PREMIERE CONTEST,ANY FORM OR NONE,ANY THEME,UP TO A MAX OF 20 lines
SPONSORED BY: Brian Strand
**ICE CREAM SUMMER NIGHT**
Let’s go barefoot, when the stars come out tonight.
Sidewalks and streets, still warm from the sun’s delight.
Stop fretting, the sidewalks are really clean.....
Don’t forget, they are our natural grounding machine!
Look at all the cats, looking up at the full moon.
Whatever,are they thinking_I ponder the city of Rangoon!
I am starting to drool for raspberry toppings atop of vanilla!
Can I lick your caramel one, I know how it soothes ya!
Peace, serenity, joy are hallmarks of our town.
Existing here,well....impossibly hard to get down.
The cerulean light rays, peek at us from stars above.
Where everyday and night, we celebrate our blessed love!
***********
6/21/2021
Banana Split Heaven
I'm in Banana Split Heaven, the ice cream parlor of my dreams,
Choosing extra toppings and three flavors of sweet ice cream.
A foundation of ripe bananas, served the purpose of a bed,
For my decadent dessert, topped with cherries of bright red.
I licked my lips in anticipation. Couldn't wait to greedily savor
Huge scoops of creamy goodness in all my favorite flavors.
Chocolate Moose Tracks, blended with cups of peanut butter,
In the center, Bordeaux Cherry. Mmmm, I drool and sputter.
Vanilla Raspberry Ripple is really quite sublime.
Now it's almost ready, and soon it will be all mine.
Lots of peanut sprinkles; sauces of hot fudge and caramel.
Fresh whipped cream is sinful. Shhh, I will never tell.
Spoon after spoon, I pigged out and ate the whole dish.
Should I make one for you? Heck Yes! It sounds delish!
October 22, 2015
A waiter I be, and so you cannot sit with me.
But I can stand beside your chair, Oui Oui!
While you share your order with me, as taster
So hand me a fork and spoon, I will be your savory waiter.
I don't often taste the rain-chokes and fiddle-head roots
Nor the toppings of cassava and shark-flower shoots
So load up my fork with tasty, tantalizing bits
And feed me like a baby, while you in your chair sits.
Yum, that salad of roots and shoots tastes nice.
Now, give me a taste of the sardines with rice.
Wow! so fresh and spicy, so tasty, so fancy!
Can I have a seconds? I know it's a bit chancy?
Now to taste the sweet cranberry ice
Which I confess I taste in secret. A vice!
Ah! It is so nice to taste it open room,
Without fear of cook seeing me swoon with spoon
Thanks for the taste and offer of chair
I've enjoyed your company and flair
The foods on the house, so no need for a tip
So serve the wine and coffee, I'd love a sip!
BURGER KING
In a kingdom where hunger is king,
Burger royalty is humongously a thing.
Crowned in buns of sesame seed,
Each bite satisfies our carnivorous need.
With cheezy indulgence & toppings aplenty,
Here's a palace where taste reigns gently.6
Sat upon the throne, his presence unperturbed,
The Burger King, with food powers so absurd.
Wearing a royal robe draped on his shoulders,
Crowns all around him, he makes his orders,
He's black and proud, regal and bold,
A crown atop his head, shining in purest gold.¹²
A majestic burger upon his lap, stealing our sights,
A feast fit for a king, piled high with delight,
Overflowing with toppings, a tantalizing sight.
His subjects & rivals marveled, unable to compete,
For this was a burger, so legendary and sweet.
Burger stacked nicely, in mountains high,
Scattered underneath the fast food sky,¹?
With McDonald’s on the left, filled with chips solely.
Sesame bun so soft, as if it whispered a story,
Lettuce so green, adding a touch of glory,
Tomatoes bursting with goodness, fresh & ripe,
The aroma of sizzling patties, an enticing type,
The burger is a temptation hard to swipe.²5
At Burger King, every burger lover are kings,
As we enjoy whoppers towering, & chicken wings.
But if you ever stumble upon a black king's reign,
You might just witness a burger, driving him insane.
Burger King sits atop till the going down of the sun.
So let us embrace laughter & share in the fun,³¹
For life's too short for burgers to weigh us down,
And not too heavy to burden or make us frown.
Let us remember, in this humorous tale,
That even king enjoy food that makes them exhale.
Whether sitting on a throne or in a fast-food joint,
A love for deliciousness knows no bounds or point.³7
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©December 2023.
A red wine stain stays
seared into the wooden grain —
the table keeps watch
how their laughter filled the room
last time they were together
Jellybeans loiter
on the shelf in cookie jar
I wish none remained —
better emptiness than this
waiting for sweet that's hollow
Perfume on pillows,
a scent that's too strong at times
still wafts through the air —
sometimes the scent warms the room
often it dampens the mood
Burn marks scar the trays
where scones were baked lovingly
await scraper's blade —
to erase fond memories
of toppings with jam and cream
Much-loved song lies poised
in the player seldom used
my choice, not hers now —
ready to play her music
to ignite the glow we shared
No flowers drying
only books she left behind —
in the bookcases
that still cups the curve of hands
that held them by candlelight
Mailbox yawns empty
no letters, no messages
no texts, likes on screens —
she deleted her accounts
no one home, got no reply
So much left to clean
to pack, stack, clean and carry
yet I leave it still —
for the mess is a mirror
that keeps her ghost in the room
everything was
going good
we both
understood
our characters
but the script
was ad lib
we already had
our clothes
off so it would
be in the
dialogue that
would project
and proffer
what the other was
willing to offer
in this made
up world where
words could
up the
ante
and so she said
she was scantily
clad just in a silk
bra and panties
when she got
the door i was
knocking on
with that this was
the time for my
opening lines
being a pizza
delivery man
with a real fat
belly but fake
abs i said you
called in an all
toppings large
minus the pine
apple what's in
the business
called a
supreme with
everything and
she said yes
she did but
didn't have
any money
for a tip
playing coy but
playing my part
i told her not to
worry never mind
but she insisted
that a tip was
what i would
get as she tried
to lead me inside
but holding true
though she held
my hand trying
to drag me across
the threshold
i said and told her
to let go her hold
that i had other
customers and
that their
pizzas
were
getting cold
and then out of
character she let
my hand go and
said she supposed
she would have to
eat her large alone
and left the room
so with a closed
door in my face
i left that house
and wondered
why the next
door neighbor
complained
about me
being
naked
in my
own
yard
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