No Free Lunches
Miracle Man
November 4, 2023
When eggs are free they’re quickly snatched,
But like most things free there’s an effort to deceive.
Many see Rotisserie chickens before they’re hatched,
and slick advertising makes many others believe.
Many will jump on the wagon if supposedly free,
but most things counted free have an effort to entice.
Only one free thing should be our passionate plea,
our Salvation is free but it too had/has a price.
Jesus Christ
Romans 6:23KJV
For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life
through Jesus Christ our Lord.
In the sylvan sewers of Fritchy's tombie
the Pottawattamie beavers play
deep beneath the verdant pastures
where dead skunks and possum lay
Circling skyward glowing wierdly
jackal-birds sharpen their nails
those brainless fowl still don't get it
Pottawattamie leave no trail
The point, my friends, is whoever writes
such utter trash compounds our misery
Would that he fire up his rotisserie
and fry the buzzards in sympathy
Anon I hear supplicants, lost their compass again
Pity that out-of-water, they won't get deap-sea bends
Kitchen Is Open
A Hawaiian
sun blisters
fine grains of beached sand, unaware
to some assured wandering of tender
soles stumbled
swiftly altering
run judiciously
Prepared bodies
rotisserie spirals
evenly baked oily skins glistened among
beads of slippery sweats gliding loosely
suitably turning
perhaps sleepy
retreat reading
Dripping sunlight
rising sunbathers
the conclusive plunge followed by towel
rubdowns prompt a thorough cleanup by
everybody there
final examination
kitchen's closed.
2021 January 13
*1st Place*
Trinet
~~Joseph May
Virtual peace is a tempest
Filter flipped image betrays
Surreal people can tempt us
Validity is a mirrored maze
Fake befriends us flimsily
Roller coaster emotion cued
Midday in minutes celebrity
A million likes acrewed
Instagram's grimy agenda -
Tempting tid bits to imbibe
Sponsor is content moulder
Trends with which to abide
Facile images wrap wanting
In flashy eyesore cellophane
White smile wide so taunting
Sells prettied desires innane
Improved self hovers inticingly
Unscrupulous spruker won't refute
Product spin drips like rotisserie
Placed tastiest low hung fruit
Bamboozled by the beautiful
Venommed vast eyed viewers
Suck insta famous inflated ramble
Screen sheen sugar allures
13th August 2020
Put me in the rotisserie.
Warm me up with your heat.
Let me turn golden brown toasty.
Bite into me ever so sweet.
Lull me with your fireside ways.
Hypnotize me with your love.
Warm memories ‘til the end of the day
When I rise to the world above.
What a spin to fry me more again
Rotisserie a marble willing
Take another on the chin
Don’t cry just keep up trying
All pathetic woven honor
Most mistake for power pain
Always exit closer pensive
Doors can bring another trial
Co co one majestic color
Borne to manage waves of grief
Pulled apart away from center
Stunned in silence disbelief
Polarized we gather
Taking up a false belief
Most will scatter in the moment
Not to face the reaper sheath
Find your window exit out
Flailing makes a waste of man
Best embrace your endless doubt
Turned to seek the truth again
Eaten By The World
I tried to eat the world
but it caused me stomach pains
The bones of the lost
are all that remains
It was flavored with deceit
with a coating of sweet honey
The rotisserie went round and round
it was powered by big money
I drank from the rivers
as they began to flood
Fish no longer lived there
the waters turned to blood
The grain from the fields
had long ago blown away
The once fertile soil
had turned to dust and clay
Fruit from all the trees
lay rotting on the ground
Fists upon my chest
I began to pound
We once had a garden
a paradise on earth
With greed we all destroyed it
we didn’t understand it's worth
So I took another bite
trying to get my share
empty tasteless promises
with no nourishment there
I watched the World bite back
Earthquakes our demise
Hurricanes and fires
As ocean waters rise
People seemed surprised
The changes came so fast
Sooner rather than later
We became part of the past
A planet without humans
Skies now crystal blue
The world she survived
By eating me and you
Suddenly September reveals itself
steel grey clouds and dreary rain;
it’s twelve o'clock, but the sun is hidden.
I lean against the damp deck railing
a Brown truck’s backup horn pierces
the distant din of traffic, but at least
it isn’t one of those damned drones.
Too wet for the Hibachi but
the propane grill will work.
Chicken roasted on the rotisserie,
beans, late summer corn and
apple crisp with vanilla ice cream.
I can taste it now.
A feast for the return of
a non-prodigal son, briefly back
from the Arctic before he’s off again
this time to Berkley, leaving us alone
again but at least there won't be leftovers.
.
lord of the outdoors
ruler of the castle
king of the barbecue
wielding fork and spatula
like a maestro
snow rain or shine
surf and turf
burgers or hotdogs
rotisserie chicken
exotic kebobs
grilled colorful veggies
nontraditional desserts
take a bow
you’re a pro
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Pan: Betel. Or quintessentially creole, made anew, pan-American music
Aloo: also Native American, the staff of life, versatile with curry
Naan: often translated roti, chapati, dhaalpuri, but not rotisserie
Dholak: the drums that doubled (not Doubles) as tassa, for Hosay
I : I, too, know bitter sugar, the syrupy blood of plantations
Tasted: Tasted the brotherhood of the boat, in another middle passage
Appointments: with pen. She is a better pendit than Claude McKay, CLR, VS ...
He lied about his industry
and cut me to the heart
She tried to be a mystery
please, I'm way too smart
He had a way with levity
I always had a smile
She made a mean rotisserie
And that I won't deny
He swore that she was history
Oh! was that quite the ploy
She bore the mark of misery
I lavished her with every toy
He loved me with an artistry
The pleasure was such joy
She held my dreams so vividly
I became a man from a boy
He stabbed me with such accuracy
I bled then, I bleed now
She effected so much trickery
I became the rabbit and the bow
I hate you James for the misery
When love was all but ours
I hate you Jane for the hypocrisy
For you foiled the shuttered glass
I love you James for eternity
You're mine, you're mine, you're mine!
I love you Jane till infinity
Forever, you are mine...
my spirit is damaged
i breathe sorrow and sadness
my heart shattered in pieces
by the hammer of madness
short breaths trying to catch wind
its impossible catching something so thin
expansion! explosion a chest cavity with a heavy heart
like a dove, i love once until death do us part
rotating on the rotisserie of reality
hells fire summoned beckoning my fatality
i care not for the sun sets and sun ups
enough pain already i'm all done up
tired of tears cranky of crying
rush my life grant me the wish of dying
it's too much pain the memory of her face
how can i forget somthing that can't be replaced??????
I tried to eat the world
But it caused me stomach pains
The bones of the lost are all that remains
It was flavored with deceit
With a coating of honey
The rotisserie went round and round
It was powered by money
I drank from the rivers
As they began to flood
Fish no longer lived there
The waters had turned to blood
The grain from the fields
Had long ago blown away
The once fertile soil
has turned to clay
Fruit from the trees
Lay rotting on the ground
Fists on my chest
I began to pound
We once had a garden
A paradise on earth
With our greed we destroyed it
We didn't understand it's worth
So I take another bite
Trying to get my share
Empty promises
With no nourishment there
The world bites back
Earthquakes our demise
Hurricanes and fires
The ocean waters rise
Just like the dinosaurs
We'll be extinct at last
Sooner than later
We will be part of the past
My Friend Robert Neufeld made a comment "Eat the world"
I liked it and asked if I could use it, this is the result.
The snow
its falling hard now
I can hardly see out
My electric gonna be through the roof
and all I can do is wait
maybe Ill work on my writing
a few Haiku's and some
other stuff
not sure what to do
but sit and wait,
Its the Damn waiting
waiting I HATE IT !!!
just so you know
The dog got your rotisserie chicken
i left for you
if you can read my thoughts
I'll leave another one out to night
for you
Its been four days
I left you a rotisserie chicken in
your bowl
it was still there when i got home
I think I'm going to pore me another drink
but dam the bottle is empty
no way to get to town
so I will dwell on my loss
and hope you are alive
I'm starting to miss the way you play
and the way you tug on my paint leg
and that noise you make
they all told me that your kind are thieves
I don't think so
I know that all you wanted
was something to eat
I think tomorrow
Ill go out and look for you
But where?
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