We're talking to each other
We are under the covers
We're just chatting
Although it feels like we're lovers
We're not at the same place
Though it does not matter
We're just talking online
Yet it makes my heart scatter
You invite me over
It feels like a date
I reply with yes
You say it's too late
You say you were joking
I say I was pulling your leg
That I knew it was a joke
Yet my heart came down a peg
I'll always be your friend
Will never be your lover
Never like my dreams
Where we love each other
I'll see other girls with you
They're so damn at ease
Yet when I look at you
They go weak, my knees
I know we're just friends
We'll never be anything more
And hoping for the opposite
Would just be hoping for a fairy lore
AM I MY BROTHER’S KEEPER
if the one issue is murder,
murder’s number one,
let’s ignore “the truth”
“put on this blindfold
listen to my soothing words.
i’m your mama.
no, i’m not pulling your leg.
don’t look at the man behind the curtain
nor the puppeteer.
ignore the split; pretend
it’s a banana split, all pretty.
put a bow on it.
don’t worry; you don’t need to look.”
look the other way.
traffic’s coming;
but it’s not you who gets “hit”
mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, in-laws
missing from the family line.
who cares for those lumped
into a heap of parts;
parts for sale
sell the koolaid
in all its l-o-v-e-l-y hues —
choose is the flavor of the day
obey the almighty parade
of fame and fortune
the “sacrifices” don’t even warrant
a burial plot
1/24/2021
Then the Lord said to Cain, Where is your brother Abel?”
“I don’t know,” he replied. “Am I my brother’s keeper?”
The LORD SAID, “What have you done? LISTEN!
Your brother’s blood cries out to me from the ground.”
Genesis 4:9-10 NIV
Cooking comes very naturally to me
Why I can boil water and even pour tea
Ask me to toss salad and, whoosh--one, two, three
Your basic veggies, topped with beer nuts and provolone cheeze*
Now heating up a hotdog is right up my alley
or two-day-old leftovers; I don't dilly-dally
Sometimes, I confess, I might burn the toast
but I've never ever forgotten to unfreeze the roast**
I know you're in awe of what I've told you so far
Sweet Baby James Taylor's immortalized it on guitar***
So I'll leave you with this incredible, amazing feat:
On our honeymoon, I prepared the very first meal in our Motel 6 suite
~Canned tuna, swimming in mayonnaise, on white bread -- What a treat!
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Chef's tips:
*The aged kind, that really smells
**Well, ok, I did forget this one time...golly, gee
***Not really. Ha, ha: Just pulling your leg
July 22, 2019
Cornucopia Cooking Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
One afternoon
with Ginger and Basil
we met an old sage
whose voice was quite nasal
He told us our lives
were in need of some spice
which got me to thinking
of my favorite rice
So my two friends and I
spent the afternoon looking
for wonderful foods
to take home and start cooking
Rosemary stopped by
with that little nut, Meg
who loves telling jokes
and pulling your leg
And wouldn't you know?
Now what would I do?
Of food we had plenty
but our spices were few!
I asked what shelf
is all the saffron?
Loudly I cried
where has the tarragon?
But we used what we had
and the dinner was great
it went by so fast
and when it got late
My friends said goodnight
'twas a fun time, you know
and I suddenly thought
where did the thyme go?
I am such a pain in the neck whenever I have to fly.
When the stewards and stewardesses see me coming
I know they all just want to die.
"Get me this. Get me that. Did you get me this yet
or did you stupidly forget?"
I'll blatantly ignore all the rules and even light up a cigarette.
"You can't smoke here sir. It's against regulation. Put the cigarette out please."
I won't hesitate. I'll tell them right to their face,
"What are you going to do, Force me to leave?"
I'm just pulling your leg. I'm not really that way.
I could never be so rude or crude.
When I fly I generally use that time to sleep,
but I do always sleep in the nude.
Easter Eggs are so yummy
Too many will make you sick
The chocolate is so gorgeous
I think I'll eat mine quick.
Inside some there are chocolate buttons
Colored smarties too
Then you've got those creamy eggs
Just eating one won't do.
Yes, Easter Eggs are so yummy
Especially with a cup of tea
All that melted chocolate
My face you cannot see.
So thank you Lord for chocolate
And my Easter Egg
Would anyone out there like some
I'm only pulling your leg.
ps course you can have some of my egg