Preferences Poems - Poems about Preferences

Cheese Preferences

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

Time Preferences

A Solar trims the Earth's waistline,
while Polars bare all the segments,
Springing up those northern steppes leans sublime,
the Vernal Equinox presents,
then, on March 20th, it will shine.

The southern Pole leans the same way,
as the September Equinox appears,
on September, the 22nd day,
though terms mirror a different side as it leers,
it's Summer there, and it's their time to

Coattails-Personal Preferences

In the day time!
in the day time, she said:
yes in the freakin day.
Twenty six limos
one chef, a full staff
bouncers, a bartender and people glamour.
we are gonna honor with trophies
peoples who needez-ah recognition.
when the sun begins to set that when they'll go out to the arena and shine as athlete's.
Under the stars where the celebrities will
do

Preferences Pedestrian

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

Preteens Reading Preferences

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

Preferences

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

Preferences

Some prefer cherry
  Others like grape
'Whatever, it's a tomato'
  Said the hungry ape

Worthy Goals

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

My Food Preferences

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.

Confessing Outside Preferences

I am much more likely to feel like a respectful,
trusting family member
than an entitled warrior,
while outside "property improvements"
rather than inside anthropocentric habitats.

Sometimes
even as I approach my favorite sanctuary,
an AllSouls Unitarian-Universalist built structure,
I feel more sacred peace before I open our front door
of intended mutual hospitality
accommodation
conversation
accompaniment on life's great spirited journey,
than after 
closed off into merely

Literal Poetry Or Metaphoric Hmmm

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 and Preferences

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

Preferences

Our preferences always align,
With what our minds believe.
Our ideologies alone,
Are what our minds perceive.

And we accept no other truth
Than what our minds prefer.
Our reasoning is built upon
What preferences infer.

Some prefer that no God exist,
This is the road they choose.
They close the door with righteous zeal
On all religious views.

Except, perhaps, the ones that have
No God to

Preferences

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

Sexual Preferences 11

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

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