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Just Follies

What do I see when I look into the persistence of memories?
Does it carry the same effect if my eyes were microwaved?
Would the clocks be suddenly corrected
Or shall they be straighter than the vision of Dali's
Melting in the feelings of the sunlight should they be saved?
Mine are are mine, though no matter how they're erected
Give it your best shot; to understand if their just follies

YESTERDAY a refrain

Toasted teacakes,parmesan cheese
Croquetted chicken,fricasees;
Apple dumplings,yogurt creamed
Welsh mutton,in pudding,steamed.

Baked Alaska,Banbury cake
Lyons ices with  Cadbury flake;
Gorganzola buttered roll
Side salad oil drizzled,in a bowl.

Melba meringue,warm mince pies
Filet mignon,mushrooms and fries;
Sunday roast in dripping jelly
Onions and peppered tripe belly.

Trout poached,not microwaved
Slowly cooked,and no time saved;
Thick fishstock,bouillabaissed
Beefsteak so lightly braised.

Hash browns,sausage,gravy and mash
Casseroled stew or goulash;
Poached,simmered maybe pressure cooked
Tempting meals from Granma's book.

Food Memories

Toasted teacakes,parmesan cheese
Croquetted chicken,fricasees;
Apple dumplings,yogurt creamed
Welsh mutton,in pudding,steamed.

Baked Alaska,Banbury cake
Lyons ices with  Cadbury flake;
Gorganzola buttered roll
Side salad oil drizzled,in a bowl.

Melba meringue,warm mince pies
Filet mignon,mushrooms and fries;
Sunday roast in dripping jelly
Onions and peppered tripe belly.

Trout poached,not microwaved
Slowly cooked,and no time saved;
Thick fishstock,bouillabaissed
Beefsteak so lightly braised.

Hash browns,sausage,gravy and mash
Casseroled stew or goulash;
Poached,simmered maybe pressure cooked
Tempting meals from Granma's book.

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2008

Dazed

Last week on Wednesday
I was thinking the same thought
I am thinking today.

Time gets dazed out of mind,
gets rotated and recycled.
Each day is a next card
in an unshuffled pack.

The repetition is comforting
a pillow for a dazed head,
a microwaved chicken dinner
you can warm up once again.

The same can always
trip you up, make you see
the probability
of yet more stones upturned.

Wednesday gets dressed,
walks out into the early shine
finds a stone to overturn

nothing to see
but last week a millipede
wriggled away
marking another day.

Cc Cat Copy Slam

Born unto a century after the fact

What can i say ?

That has not been said already

Everything i say

Feels like i am just copying the cat 

Word's of love and passion have
been overdone

So to is pain and loss

The changing season's are 2 a bit

And both history and dystopian future
are 10 to the dozen

All that's left is microwaved leftovers

And combing through the archives

For something or anything

Left or better unsaid

That nobody as has yet discovered

But is worthy of repeating

The Morning

Tepid water from the bathroom tap
Washes my face with a flanneled slap
The water trickles between my fingers
My reflection in the mirror now lingers
Whilst I study the dampened brow
My face portrays the years unbowed

The morning’s call a morning news show
Tells me a lot more than I want to know
Microwaved wheat- bix and milk spooned
As I ponder the morning’s gloom
No anticipation of the coming day
Just a routine hum-drum not delayed.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Stay

Eating my microwaved Salisbury steak 
Pretending winter is gone
Saving pennies to move our trash from A to B
Humming a sad little song
Writing memos and signing them well
What would happen if I actually fell?
Arguing religion with a guy from Maine 
Taking my mind off the constant pain
Stepping out in the cold to smoke
Laughing life off like a joke
Tomorrow is the same as today
So I guess I might as well stay

Bacon Boy

Our grandson Tony had never eaten bacon until he came to our house.
He was four, completely deprived, raised by parents who obviously did not care about him.
What is it? He asked us.
Bacon, and not that awful cardboard-tasting turkey crap.
That truly is what came out of my summer mouth, as I can cuss in the summer, and I do lavishly.
My husband tried to give me the stop-that-eye, but we have known each other for years,
And it has never worked on me.
Try it, he told our grandson.
He kept eating and we kept fixing.
First we microwaved it, then we let him watch it sizzle and fizzle in a pan.
He wanted to move in with us.
We let him eat two pounds of it.
Grandparents without limits.
We sent him home fifteen pounds heavier
With two new cuss words.

Dual Inward Curved V

Rainbow lips smiling shaped my joy
I heard birds of paradise singing
as she spoke
When she was asking me
for directions,
my thoughts got lost in translation

Such virgin beauty was foreign to me,
a battle-scarred heart
vegetated marching 
to the skin war of the sexes drumbeat

I drank the poison potion before,
and died emotionally
A tempting pain elixir
that pleasure seeped into the belly — 
It turned my legs to jelly,
had my dinner desires microwaved telly
Got my brain screaming: Whoa, Nellie!

Now I’m wondering,
what in the curved V is wrong with me
This dual repeat
is happening with much stronger
aorta telltale intensity

Inward prisoner of hope
got iron cell released

And I don’t even know her name, yet ...
But a baby ask
is gonna feed my curiosity
High pitch fever   ~   daydream revelry
Helium infatuated new love
has inflated my dual inward curved V

Leftovers

downing leftovers
zingless pasta microwaved
haphazardly 

8/26/2018

On Being a Sausage Roll

ON  BEING  A  SAUSAGE  ROLL

Our other sausage acquaintances are real –
Flavoured, pigmented, heated
By boiling or frying :
They have their dignity, though they too be eated.

Our natural features, our inner glories,
Are pastry-coated and abide
In small bags from ye take-away,
All similar and eaten cold outside.

Or at best saucered and microwaved
With ketchup to add insults :
Not only hidden under pastry,
Yea also ‘neath red chemical lab results.   

Never are we savoured like frankfurters
Or slowly chewed like wurst.
We are hurriedly snapped up like cakes and ale
By a fat eater ready to burst

In a line of crawling traffic,
Or in a static bus queue.
Inside an expanding waistline -  Zwounds 
Ye fat paunch - with no limit in view.

But soft! Life on the savoury pastry shelf
Is a production line existence - not a role. 
Oh, to shuffle off this pastry coil -
I’m just another sausage roll.

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A Question of Definition

a question of definition

camping?
luxuries au wilderness
juxtaposition
air conditioned lassitude
with untouched raw nature
three piece baths
next to outhouses
wheels rolling through trees
electric lights break
the pristine dark
camp-fire-crackle ambiance
food microwaved
hot running water, lakeside
even the chipmunks shun
mere bread  
for more sumptuous fare.

Not Exactly What She Had In Mind

Witchy, with a big fat wart
so horrid not a man would court.

She could have shed it with a spell,
so handsome men would ring her bell.

But Witchy's not the sharpest tool.
In conjuring, she was the fool.

A spell to be craved and adored.
She giggled as her magic poured.

Now she sits upon a log.
Just a big old slimy frog.

Toads adore her big fat wart.
Droves of them hop by to court.

Handsome men, her legs do crave;
fried in a pan or microwaved!

Bacon

Friend to pancakes and scrambled eggs
Slices of heaven from succulent pigs
No sleepy head can stay asleep
Bacon's aroma makes taste buds weep

No cheeseburger can survive
When Bacon is piled up high
The sandwich of the gods
Bacon from the meat of hogs

Flavor savor smells so good
Eat it Eat it you know I would
Save the grease for extra flavor
Bacon is the taste I favor

Bacon bits make a salad palatable
Bacon strips make liver eatable
Bacon is the real deal
Bacon Bacon for every meal

Bacon cooked with cabbage
Without it life is savage
Bacon is a dog's favorite treat
Forget Fido let me eat

Smoked with hickory or applewood
Cured with sugars is understood
Crisp or chewy Yum Yummy Yum
Maple or peppered give me some

Baked, microwaved or fry
Without it kiss life goodbye
Bacon Bacon fills my freeza
Best part of any pizza

Bacon can never be eaten raw
Buy precooked if no time to thaw
Bacon makes a wonderful jerky
Bacon is pork never turkey.

The Professor

Standing head and shoulders 
Above seated students
Professing all he knows
And much he doesn't
Through squeaky chalk
Bored with lessons learned
Tattered black jacket collar
Covered with white dust
Like the dandruff 
Of  faded knowledge
Waiting for the last bell
And cacophony of students
Exiting for a night on the town
So he can trudge through 
The gray slush home
To empty house and 
Microwaved sirloin tv dinner
Wishing he had a yipping poodle
Instead of the silent company
Of Jim Beam to while away his hours

 26Feb14

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