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It was 5am, a cold, dark, foggy night
As Charles and I headed-out to the right
for the ‘Pont de Bir-Hakeim’ bridge across the Seine.
We weren’t the least discouraged by the rain.
When possible, we stick to the lower quays
the traffic-free promenades that run close to the Seine
The wind was bracing as we established our pace
turning west which put a fine rainy-mist in our face
The trick to running distance is to establish your breathing
I time mine to my steps, 4-steps-in and four-out, decreasing
to two-by-two as we move into our groove.
We’re aggressive runners, this is for fun
Exercising peers, who’ve run together for years
We have plans, and set signals with our hands
we wear LED lights so we’re seen at night
We edge the left bank - imagine the pace - the slow steady rhythms
Guys are stronger and faster but I hang-in there with him.
The Seine cruise ships are dark, moored at their last pier stops
The pizzerias are closed, as are the souvenir shops
After crossing the Saine via the bridge central colonnade,
the path becomes somewhat dense and dangerous,
a twisting forest of staircases and crosswalks sequitous
everything bottles down - competing for space -
bike paths, speeding cars, busses, and trains
On the right bank a Burger King is the first thing we see
Whoppers here feature brioche buns and yummy goat cheese
Once we clear the river area, a pre-dawn quiet claims the streets
scents rising from the bakeries make you want to stop and eat
It’s wet and dark as we wind our way, but we do this every day
five miles later, the gray ‘Pont d’Iéna’ bridge safely coveys
us back to the left bank with it’s tranquil vibe of birds awakening
Close to home now, entering the park, we tear into a sprint,
our own private, morning, mixed olympic track event
His senescence (he’s 55) lulls me into thinking I can beat him
but I never can - why is my defeat so consistent?
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Songs for this:
Band On The Run (2010 Remaster) by Paul McCartney & Wings
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 01/03/26:
Senescence state of being old
In life when I’m running a marathon race
on the rough and rocky road traversing the heath
across the rolling mounds, low and high,
I remember my childhood days
that flew away far in the virtual space
on the wings of an astral dove,
disappeared like a star in the galaxy.
I now search it in the milky way
as starburst chunky clouds float on the sky above.
In the good times like that of the jolly rancher
still alive in me in wraps of whoppers,
with my pockets full of goobers
and my hands grabbing bars of Kit Kat and Tootsie Roll
I got from the shop of Mr. Good Bar,
I still see me as one of the three musketeers
of the 5th Avenue whom people called smarties
tromping the streets in fancy snickers,
who played skittles and acted as lifesavers of the nerds,
telling them to not empty their 100 Grand pockets
on spending spree on pay day.
As my time approaches the zero hour
I go back to those candy days,
try to live in the sweet memory
lest I lose them now and later.
September 26, 2018
Contest : How sweet it is
Sponsored by : Carol Connell
Number of candy names used : 27
There was a long serving counter, high revolving chairs, and café smells.
There was a special taste of hamburgers served at this southern segregated café. My first encounter with the café and the tasty burgers was more than 50 years ago during those Jim Crow days of my childhood.
On a very busy block of a street called Issaquena was an eatery with two sides; one side for whites and the other for blacks. I never heard otherwise, but I would be shocked if those tasty juicy hamburgers had any stench of segregation in them. I’m confident that they were prepared by the same cook and equally fantastic on both sides.
I could never forget that little café and its mouth-watering burgers so memorable from my childhood bygone years. There’s a slight chance that it might still be there. But maybe not. Maybe the little café with those tasty burgers is holding its own against the likes of the Big Macs and the whoppers. Or maybe not. Perhaps it had to give way to new development or an urban renewal project. Or maybe not.
One can only hope that some things are forever. The fast food burger chains of today can never replace the taste of the homely hamburgers that I came to love. Those were bygone years of a time before hormonal injections, when people never asked, “What’s in this meat?” or, “Where’s the beef?”
I do not remember the café’s name, but I could never forget that ‘longed for taste’ of those burgers or its location. There was so much history made and life being lived in that little area of town. I am certain that these dear people also experienced and smelt the aroma of those burgers as they lingered close by.
It would be great to see those people again. If I should visit that street again, I suspect that non would be there. For sure, I will be looking for the burger shop. But if not there, the burgers and the people will always be a part of me wherever I go. If that café is not there, I shall determine to stand where it once stood and say, “Thanks for the memories".
Ain't no wonder we're baffled about eatin' - ever'thing is taboo.
We're deluged by self-appointed gurus toutin' their points uv view.
Can't they desist and find somethin' more productive to do?
They can eat their tofu and water cress- I prefer a hearty stew!
The experts can't determine which is best, reg'lar coffee er decaf,
So I slurp my mornin' joe, settlin' fer a mug uv half n' half.
Fast foods ain't recommended but I'd fight fer Burger King Whoppers!
Ain't nobody tellin' me what I can er can't chomp on with my choppers!
Some folks say aigs is good fer you - some say they're not.
I eat 'em boiled, fried and scrambled - it don't mean diddley squat!
Another profound debate persists and causes me to muse,
Is whether it's wholesome er not to partake uv a snort of booze!
Seems these fellers jes' confound our lives and like to obfuscate,
Leavin' the rest uv us bewildered as they continue their debate.
My cholesteral, glucose and platelets wuz perfect in my last exam.
I've survived nigh four-score years eatin' pizza, cake and spam!
I guess its politically correct to engage in the latest dietary fad,
But in brief, here's the case uv my dear old Mom and Dad.
They et what they wanted and survived four-score years and more,
Never mindin' the cholesterol, fats and carbs that docs now abhor!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Love is the essence.
Your presence is flavor.
I'll savor you "Now and Later."
Your sweetness is one,
of many candies,
not just good night pillow mint "Andes."
I'm a "sucker" for you,
like an "Everlasting Gobstopper," forever true.
Even if there's "Mounds" on the "Rocky Road,"
we'll "Crunch" it out and keep our oath.
You gave me a "Ring Pop" and I said, "I do."
You're forever my "Sweettart" and I love you.
You know I'm shy, but a great romancer.
"Red Rope" me in, like a "Jolly Rancher."
Let's make it "Good and Plenty,"
as true love's meant to be.
We'll start with "Hershey's Hugs,"
then we'll twist into "Kisses."
Doesn't that sound delicious?
I'll lick your "Necco,"
as you tickle my ears.
My "Snickers" are so hard,
I'm brought to tears.
I'll "Rollo"-ver and purr like a "KitKat"
while you tenderly rub my back.
"Mr. Goodbar," you're way above par.
You make relaxing easy,
like bendy "Laffy Taffy."
You give me "Red Hots" with your fingertips.
""M"mm "&" "M"mm," are upon my lips.
Take me to "Mars," in the "Milky Way,"
Take me anywhere, as long as you stay.
Call me "Baby Ruth," or whatever you please.
Call me your girl, or a playful tease.
You're a little nutty, my funny "Almond Joy."
When it's "Reece's," I'll play with your toy.
You're not so shabby, fancy "Sugar Daddy."
We'd make great "Sugar Babies."
Maybe with lots of practice,
we might have "Twix."
We could name them "Mike & Ike,"
or something we both like.
You're such a "Big Hunk,"
and I love "Whoppers."
Let's make this night one of many non-stoppers.
(Candy names were originally in bold instead of quotations, but it didn't transfer over
correctly.)
Gwen does not feel the least guilty about an affair with Glen.
He is married, but they have not been in love for years.
His wife, Florence, is a cold fish, demanding and unlovable.
Their three children are the only reasons they still live in the same house.
He is getting a divorce as soon as possible.
She tells none of this to her parents, knowing they will not approve.
They are old fogies, how could they ever understand true love?
Glen is in his heyday – he has a loving wife at home
And an adoring fawning co-worker who will please him in every way.
He has experienced every sexual fantasy in the last three months.
He tells her he will leave his wife, which is one of his super whoppers.
His wife and he have never had a better love life.
He brings what he learns from the office home to Florence.
Florence wonders what has gotten into her husband, Glen.
He is more sensual than he has been in seven years of marriage.
She arranges for a babysitter and packs a picnic lunch for the two of them.
She is wearing lacy lingerie but nothing else underneath her trench coat.
She cannot wait to surprise him so they can have a quickie in his office.
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.
Two friends near a bridge start to fish
Catching whoppers is so their wish
For a meal is to be sought
So no fish need to be bought
Like a hunter hunts for his dish
Just as they are about to cast
A funeral procession drives past
A fisher takes of his cap
This most respectful of chap
The thoughts of man in contrast
After the pause reverberates cheers
A beauty caught, bring out the beers
Hey Dave, what I've just seen
Shows fishers are never mean
Well we were married for nearly 20 years
* From a joke to a Limerick *
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/humour-6.php
Give me a couple hamburgers and a Coke.
Would you like any fries with that?
I've lost touch with my college roommate.
You can always find him on Facebook.
It's so hard to teach yourself to play the guitar.
There's an app for that, you know.
Whatever happened to Michael Dukakis?
You can always find him on Facebook.
I need a cheeseburger and a chocolate shake.
Would you like any fries with that?
I'm so bogged down with wedding planning.
There's an app for that, you know.
Can I get a couple Whoppers and a large Coke?
Would you like any fries with that?
There was this guy on the Boston Celtics last year.
You can always find him on Facebook.
I can't get my kids to eat their vegetables.
There's an app for that, you know.
Whatever happened to Pee Wee Herman?
Would you like any fries with that?
I'd like a fish sandwich and a diet-Coke.
There's an app for that, you know.
How do I prepare a simple meal for 100 guests?
You can always find them on Facebook...
I thought lets go fishing
fancying a fish pie
or maybe fish and chips
that would do the trick
I set off, rod and bucket
full of worms in my hands
found a good spot to fish
by the rocks on the beach
Patiently I waited for a bite
then my rod dipped and bucked
soon I had four nice whoppers
flapping around in my bucket
Needing to answer call of nature
I slipped in between the trees
alas when I returned I found
one happy pelican looking full
An empty bucket he'd scoffed the lot
I sighed as I chucked a stone
it missed him by a country mile
no fish for supper I had no more worms
written 06/17/2013
contest Gone Fishing
sponsor Caleb Smith