strawberries
plump, sweet, eat whole or
muffins, jellies, ice cream, pies~
the fruit of all trades
Tourtière, Canadian—
beef and pork browned well.
Mom always added breadcrumbs,
onions, celery,
and mashed potatoes,
spice blend too—
yum.
Dorothy Sally loved her pie, kept it for herself
Had cherry, gooseberry and cherry on a shelf
In her freezer she had hidden key lime and pecan
You won’t get a piece though she has six strawberry chiffon
Dorothy Sally does not share her sweet pies ever
Her brother sneaks them out, he is extremely clever
I saw a turkey circling, high above Manhattan
his bronze and copper feathers ripped in the sun,
and it looked like it was having an awful lot of fun.
He looked proud, in those clouds—majestic and delicious,
I could picture him sprawled out, on our Thanksgiving dishes.
Then I thought, chastisingly, “Wow, in a way, that’s kind of vicious.”
I opened the glass doors—we were sitting on the sky-high terrace.
I thought I’d better check—so I wouldn’t later be embarrassed.
I called Karen (Lisa’s Mom), “You already got a turkey to prepare us?”
She was hand making apple and cherry pies, lining crust in the pans
“You bet!” She called, “One's dressed-up—and a honey-baked ham!”
Closing the door, I yelled, through cupped hands, “Fly on Turkey—DO NOT LAND!”
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A song for this:
It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year - Shrift remix by Andy Williams and Shrift
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Here's a Christmas playlist: daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_34.mp3
grazing in a patch
catching sun's rays and growing
to be pumpkin pie
I could eat a pie in the sky
Said the Bear unto the snake
A giant cherry fancy pie
With lashings of cream shake
A Pie the size of giant whales
A humungous macaroon
A slice of chocolate brownie
The size of the new moon
The snake just warned the bear
To not gorge on such food
But the bear knew hibernation was near
And to be full would do him good
Fed up with tasteless pastries from the high street baker,
I planned to take a stall in the market
And provide my tried and tested range of pies.
But, though well meant, when I saw the rent,
It was far too high.
My plan was just pie in the sky
mama’s pies were the best around
her crust was flaky and sugary
no one could bake a pie like she
she never baked a pie
she always baked three or four
I guess she only knew how to make lots of crust
there was enough left to sugar and cinnamon
for my sister and brother and I
she baked that on a cookie sheet and it was delicious!
her lemon meringue was a delicacy about which I still salivate
hot rhubarb pie with a tangy zesty zing, oh, my,
she could bake a terrific pie!
her pudding pies were enormously successful
she dolloped whipped cream on those.
I have not had a good pie since she left this earth.
Looking forward to more of mom’s pies in heaven
one of these days
Rainbow ribbons in her hair
Playing in the grass with no care
Making mud pies in the dirt
Skinny dipping in July no pants no shirt
Playing hide and seek football too
Finger painting pictures under sky blue
Racing the wind playing in the rain
Singing favorite songs pretending to have fame
Riding in the back of an old pickup truck
No seatbelt there on a dare so tough
Catching fireflies and huge June bugs
Sitting by camp fire drinking from a jug
Walking to church for Sunday school
Praying for sinners crazies and fools
Not yet finessed in politically correct
Calling it how you see it no regrets
Detroit rabbit couple ride their fish balloon in the Michigan skies
They like what they are throwing; there is happiness in their eyes
We wonder if they know what they are doing; as they throw out some pies
Made of carrots and cabbages, not delectable unless you are flies.
Once there were millions.
Now there are billions.
Once there were kings.
Now there are councils.
Once there was ignorance.
Now knowledge abounds.
Once there was poverty.
Now comfort for most.
Once there was war.
Now there is peace.
Once there were traditions.
Now there are systems.
Our relative power is slipping away.
Even as we all grow greater each day.
8 October 2023
This restaurant keeps her pies up front.
In a lit case with shiny glass they polish every two minutes.
It would be impossible to miss them.
The customer gets to see these pies three times.
When you arrive, when you leave, and when you pay.
Many people are leaving with a whole pie.
At six dollars a slice, I shudder to think what this costs them.
Birds baked in pies, babies rocked out of trees
Kids all falling down from some dreadful disease
Young Hansel and Gretel
May wind up in a kettle
What tormented minds write stories like these?
12/4/22
Always later than I'd like, richness in their cells when ripe
Backberry with Apple pie delight, once to taste is not my style
I've also found them there, at times and whiles, and tasted also before
I'm home.' and now I've opened up the tome, the one on puddings; basin filled.'
Mullberry and plum, raspberry and kiwi, gooseberry and Logan
Make pages of colour, that one could dote on' But I'll admit and without
Duress, blackberries in August are the very best, their deep rich taste
Is always smooth, enhancing many mealtimes; theyre comfort imbued.'
The pot is on; the apples peeled, blackberries tender swiftly yeild
Aroma rich, perfumes the air; there are paintings of them on my spiral stair
All in all, I must profess they are a real forte; in culinary prowess.'
We were winging cow pies at each other and it was fun.
But when a fresh one got close to our face, we were often done.
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