My wife gave me a list,
off I went, shopping --
not my style, a list,
myself a freelance
enthusiast by nature --
Inspiration of the moment!
(already one can tell, that
this would not end well)
Where are the eggs?
There was this street vendor
I passed, selling chickens --
cackling coming from the
backseat of the van, should have
been an immediate give-away. They grew
quickly:
Of course, any fool knows that,
if you have chickens, eventually
you will have eggs…but not if they
are all roasters!
My wife said, we should eat them.
Mathew, Mark, Luke and John
looked up at me,
with the most cherub eyes:
Well, my wife, not nearly
as normal as I, was not the
type to let things settle, once
her taste-buds were defined
I hid the ax in the basement,
behind a glass tank, where my
pet cobra, Cuddles, resides --
knowing the chickens would be safe
till Costco opened the following
morning --
on her new list, eggs again, roasted
chicken
or Ax….
Categories:
roasters, humorous, imagination, inspirational, marriage,
Form: Prose
Ferocious inimitably potent fighter,
The fictional tiger zestful might igniter;
Guard of the Antarctic primeval savage land,
Encircles by chasmal volcanoes, fire band...!
Nuwali, a bright tribe of dinosaurs era,
That changed millions of years of fauna and flora;
The big cat, comrade, and ally of the Ka-Zar,
Escapes wreck by Terminus, an alien star...!
Kiths and kins were killed by hunters of the jungle
Stives for existence and survived amid bungle;
Saves Kevin from foes and tended him as his son,
Secures him till adulthood; many wars he won...!
With his Pet Avengers, the dragons he tackles,
Each enemy before him, he calmly shackles;
Confronts El-Tigre, and Man-God; roots out monsters,
Blows out and keeps away all boasters and roasters...!
The power fight midst pet avengers and Zabu,
This leads them to horrible confrontations, new;
Suffers from infection by the zombie virus,
Archives his tasks, and becomes, for all, desirous...!!!
23 March 2023
Marvel Superheroes Supervillians and Superanimals Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Achcked At: How Many Syllables
Categories:
roasters, fantasy, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
Do pigs go moo?
Do cows go oink?
Do chickens go cock a doodle do?
Do sheep wear sweaters?
Do Alligators know all the letters?
Of the alphabet noodles in soup?
Do Birds have nests of feathered gold?
Do crows get mad, when a penguin is sold?
Do Ravens really read Edgars Poetry?
Do Little Doctors help baby animals?
Do they talk to doctors or do little chatter?
Why all these questions surely must matter
Do roasters wake up at the setting of the sun?
Do pigs have wings, or is that all cow dung?
Falling from the sky up high
Seagulls must laugh when one of us cries
Now if a little one here or way over there
I have made you laugh on the silliest of dares
Then off we go to the aquarium and zoo
Why we are off to visit with Winnie the Pooh!
Categories:
roasters, animal, children, christmas, funny,
Form: Free verse
Information and social information
Facebook, Twitter, Smart Phones.
IPods, IRods and even ARods.
Steroids, Bluetooth and Drones
I became a rapid change victim
Eaten up by crazy, futuristic innovations,
New order, decree and dictum
Transparent toasters and chicken roasters
Decade of the sane becoming schizoid,
Distant, detached and indifferent
Buddies that I tried to avoid
Like me had their psyche destroyed
Not much need for philosophy,
Ethics, manners, contentment, only worry
Not much time for the Ponderosa Ranch
We were too much in a hurry.
Summer came, 2007, I wrote a letter
To my friend who was disabled
I put away my IPod and
Listened to Beatles on a turntable.
Categories:
roasters, history, remember,
Form: Rhyme
I was born in the South, in a small hicktown.
I had to pick eggs out of the chicken coup, muck stalls and feed goats.
I was Southern born and breed.
Half the bus got off at my stop,
We have roads like Mount Gallon and Trotters Lane as common names!
You may turn your nose up to the way I was born & breed.
But as for me, I couldn't imagine not waking up to a roasters crow every morning.
This is the only life i know and love and of the one I'm proud of.
No, it's true I've never had cavier or flown in a private plane.
So if your gonna turn your nose up at me, just keep on walking.
You wouldn't understand, it's how i was raised, Southern born and breed.
Categories:
roasters, happiness, life, love, teen,
Form: Free verse