Outside
at dawn
I sipped
coffee
loving
the light
cool breeze.
Before
mid-morn
the wind
was hot.
So fast
the cool
air flees.
Though I
prefer
autumn
and spring,
there's joy
in all
seasons.
God gave
to each
unique
traits. To
praise all,
we have
reasons.
I like American; no one else in my family does
Velveeta is also a favorite; I like her softness
My daddy’s favorites were sharp cheddar and blue cheese.
My mama did not eat anything but fruits and vegetables.
Mostly vegetables.
I have three daughters.
None of them want the same kind of cheese on their hamburgers.
One wants pepper jack.
Another wants provolone.
Come to think of it, the third daughter does not eat cheese
She is more like her grandma than I realized.
A faded white shirt
accents his rumpled brown suit
He takes his place unobtrusively
sits content, quietly
His preferences pedestrian
narrowly bourgeoisie
Guests sample exotic liquors
His pleasure is tea
He cares not for flaming duck, nor for pheasant-under-glass
His pudgy fingers put a chokehold on a peanut butter sandwich
For dessert, the raspberry tort was recommended
~ Buffett pockets two mints, peppermint-scented
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Of course, it's 'The Oracle of Omaha!' Is there any other Buffet
on the world's radar?!
Mystery books have been devoured by preteens since the fifties.
I remember graduating from Nancy Drew to Trixie Belden.
Or maybe it was the other way around.
In eighth grade I discovered Agatha Christie and “Then there were none”.
I think a few boy readers read The Hardy Boys, but not many.
Boys wanted to be moving usually, not reading.
Today’s preteens are reading the Goosebumps books.
Each chapters ending in a cliffhanger, to urge you toward the next chapter.
I read a few chapters of them. They are not intriguing.
They did not entice boys, but the Captain Underpants book did.
introduce
the
complete
absorption
in the
act of listening
so
critical&
diverse
in outlook
intertwined
in
remarkable exchanges
virtually
an aftermath
to
transcend
the abyss
a contrary
idea
in a
realm
so suggestive
of
emotional neglect
the sole purpose
signs
of
aspirations
where the soul soars
&conscience
is
instrumental
& admired
then
reinterpreted
to dedicate
&reflect
interest
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Some prefer cherry
Others like grape
'Whatever, it's a tomato'
Said the hungry ape
A body that’s lean
Money that’s green
A house that’s pristine
Surroundings that are serene
A flexible schedule, not routine
Protection from the unforeseen
A loving companion who’s not mean
A person to answer the phone, not a machine
Genuineness in others, not a smokescreen
Help when needed, to appear on the scene
Complete trust in the Lord to intervene
A heart that’s clean
A mind that’s keen
To believe in the Christ you have not seen…
Is this list long enough for you to understand what I mean?
Give me a taste of yellow butter please.
Not that crummy oleo or margarine.
I want homemade rolls not that store bought stuff.
And beef and noodles made by my mother.
Nothing else.
Literal poetry is my go to gal
Metaphorical poetry is impossible for me.
Metaphors do not come naturally
They are not only difficult
to understand but impossible
to write.
Literal poetry is concrete to me,
Metaphors are abstract.
The only abstracts I want
are in my artwork,
not in my poetry.
For they are not easy.
They are difficult
And I am all about easy.
QUIRKS
I once had a friend long time past
Who was wont to always break his fast
On cornflakes not with honey and milk
But pickled onions, gherkins and their ilk
Now if that’s not a quirk I’ll eat my hat
But when I do I must specify that
The brim must have ketchup, and then the crown
Will need Mulligatawny soup to wash it down
I have penchants predilections and preferences
For which others give tolerance and deferences
Like playing Wagner while eating beef jerky
And some other things that are just as quirky
I can ride a bike when not too far
Sitting backwards perched on handle bar
And though not Welsh, but from English stock
I can pronounce Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch
In choosing twixt the Burgundies and Bordeaux’s
I adjudicate by colour and by nose
But if the menu’s fish and chips with mushy pea
I’ll settle for a nice cup of tea
So live and let live and we’ll get along
With our whims each singing a different song
These fancies, whether from Venus Mars or Saturn
All add to life’s rich quirky pattern
There was a young fellow named Tony,
Who wouldn't eat his macaroni.
He hollered out, "Hey,
Take this slop food away.
Just bring me a stick of baloney."
Written; November 14, 2014
I don’t have a favourite;
I love each and every one
Whether happy or sad
Cheerful or glum
I love tarty Marti
And svelter Delta
Sloppy Poppy
And vulgar Olga
I love baddy Maddie
And angrier Andrea
Clean Jean
And fairer Farah
I love scorer Pandora
And messy Bessie
Gaudy Maudie
And sassie Cassie
I love a damp vamp
To tell the truth
Or Horny Dawny
And uncouth Ruth
I don’t have a favourite,
I love each and every one
Whether happy or sad
Cheerful or glum
I love Grim Kim
And Moanie Toni
Henpecky Becky
And Naggy Maggie
I love Bella Stella
And Indie Lindy
Funny Honey
And Windy Cindy
I love Tarty Marti
And Burley Shirley
The Felon Helen
And that twirly girlie
I love Flabby Gabby
And Escapee Lee
Chardonnay Kay
And Meat free Fi
I love Prudy Judy
And Racy Macy
Pristine Christine
And Straight Lacy Tracy
I don’t have a favourite,
I love each and every one
Whether happy or sad
Cheerful or glum
I love Prayer Claire
And Lazy Daisy
Gaudy Maudie
And Crazy Maisy
I love Blue Sue
And Classy Darcy
Timid Ingrid
And Brassy Marcie
I love Shy Di
And Sullen Ellen
Beige Paige
And Barren Karen
I love Chipper Pippa
And Hairy Mary
All of them from homely
To a little bit scary
I have a favourite type of girl,
But it’s not like I am facile
Nothing wrong with preferences
I just like my girls to be gracile
Sinuous and willowy
I don’t look for a pretty face
But they should have about them
Some elegance and grace
It takes the like of Nimble Kimble
Or the lovely Lithe Blythe
The aptly named Bendy Wendy
Or Lissom Blossom to feast my eyes
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