chili con carne
potato beef stew
handsomely healthy
grandmas remedy
cheesy potato
bean with bacon
creamy mushroom
vegetable broth
chicken noodle
tomato
potato
bowl or cup
saltine
crackers
soup
Memories of making these with my dad.
Each time they were delicious, cooking with my dad priceless.
Add garlic, onion, seasoning, ketchup, crushed saltine crackers and egg.
Toss with raw hamburger, add salt and pepper, shape into round balls.
Bake in the oven for fifty minutes, your house will smell Italian.
Always let them cool, you will be tempted to eat one right away!
Layer them in pasta sauce, let them simmer, an hour or two.
Lots of fresh pasta pairs well, eat them plain, a full plate or a few.
Spread a huge serving, add sauce and pasta, no diets allowed!
RED, YELLOW, BROWN, BLACK
THESE ARE THE PEOPLE WHITE PEOPLE ATTACK
BLACK, BROWN, YELLOW, RED
THEY'D JUST PREFER THAT YOU ALL WERE JUST DEAD
What falls from my eyes is dry; as crystals of a saltine
Frozen waters, be damned; I find calm in what they mean
Sweetness of their memory; form a perfections praline
Warmth of space, you're a true descendant of constantine
Thawing by infernos of thoughts; they returned to saline
With untarnished glare, I find to be a perfect sheen
Through earned tears; uncompromised understanding, can be seen
F=G m1. M2/d2
Molten saltine solution
Manmade magma
Pow'ring turbines
Larder lake
Ontario song
Sings brilliantly
through the night
Then shall
Those sweet tastes
Make mornings
Extra special
She steamed
Maine steamers
Manors some
Caul them
And sauced them in
Wine
Heavy cream
Olive oil
Chives
And garlic
An evening were
A xylophone called
To a band of
Percussion, horns
Ten string a flute
One basset guitar
And a tenor guitar
We danced
On a tounge and
Grooved floor
And fell exhausted
In love.
From Vespasian licinius'
Myth of Music
Sensual sounds
Cocuswood
F=G m1. M2/d2
Molten saltine solution
Manmade magma
Pow'ring turbines
Larder lake
Ontario song
Sings brilliantly
through the night
Then shall
Those sweet tastes
Make mornings
Extra special
She steamed
Maine steamers
Manors some
Caul them
And sauced them in
Wine
Heavy cream
Olive oil
Chives
And garlic
An evening were
A xylophone called
To a band of
Percussion, horns
Ten string a flute
One basset guitar
And a tenor guitar
We danced
On a tounge and
Grooved floor
And fell exhausted
In love.
From Vespasian licinius'
Myth of Music
Sensual sounds
Cocuswood
F=G m1. M2/d2
Molten saltine solution
Manmade magma
Pow'ring turbines
Larder lake
Ontario song
Sings brilliantly
through the night
Then shall
Those sweet tastes
Make mornings
Extra special
She steamed
Maine steamers
Manors some
Caul them
And sauced them in
Wine
Heavy cream
Olive oil
Chives
And garlic
An evening were
A xylophone called
To a band of
Percussion, horns
Ten string a flute
One basset guitar
And a tenor guitar
We danced
On a tounge and
Grooved floor
And fell exhausted
In love.
From Vespasian licinius'
Myth of Music
Sensual sounds
F=G m1. M2/d2
Molten saltine solution
Manmade magma
Pow'ring turbines
Larder lake
Ontario song
Sings brilliantly
through the night
Then shall
Those sweet tastes
Make mornings
Extra special
She steamed
Maine steamers
Manors some
Caul them
And sauced them in
Wine
Heavy cream
Olive oil
Chives
And garlic
An evening were
A xylophone called
To a band of
Percussion, horns
Ten string a flute
One basset guitar
And a tenor guitar
We danced
On a tounge and
Grooved floor
And fell exhausted
In love.
From Vespasian licinius'
Myth of Music
Sensual sounds
F=G m1. M2/d2
Molten saltine solution
Manmade magma
Pow'ring turbines
Larder lake
Ontario song
Sings brilliantly
through the night
Then shall
Those sweet tastes
Make mornings
Extra special
She steamed
Maine steamers
Manors some
Caul them
And sauced them in
Wine
Heavy cream
Olive oil
Chives
And garlic
An evening were
A xylophone called
To a band of
Percussion, horns
Ten string a flute
One basset guitar
And a tenor guitar
We danced
On a tounge and
Grooved floor
And fell exhausted
In love.
From Vespasian licinius'
Myth of Music
Sensual sounds
I met a mouse on his way to heaven.
He was pulling a red wagon full of saltine crackers.
Are those stolen? I asked him.
Zap! A hook came up, grabbed him, and threw him into Hell.
I felt guilty when I took a bite of one of the saltines,
And realized how stale it was.
Saltine crackers have become my worst enemy
Add that to my rapidly-growing list of “do-not-eats”
Along with many common foods I considered treats
Salt, sugar, and fats, in general, are my archenemy.
Sorry, Barbara Bush,* you did not heed good advice
And lived it up with salty carbs and unsaturated fat,
Because you let your doctor’s warnings fall flat
In your final days, you paid the ultimate price.
The symptoms are clear and very easy to discern
Swollen ankles, fatigue, and difficulty breathing
You suffer a general malaise which is not so pleasing
Taking Lasiks intravenously is something you learn.
I will miss, most of all, those tasty strips of bacon
Forever forbidden along with salty potato chips
No more adding salt to the food passing my lips
Adding restrictions to the handfuls of meds I’m takin’.
It is not so bad, after all, [I am training myself to think]
Following some simple directions about what I eat
I can still have vegetables and some delicious red meat
It is so much better than living life right up to the brink.
[*a nod to First Lady Barbara Bush, who died of
Congestive Heart Failure at the ripe old age of 92!]
Written June 1, 2021
I savor sunshine - its voracious heat
as I drizzle sweet lemonade
on my dehydrated tongue.
I dip my toes into the fondant
of lemon afternoon. You’ll find me
wading in the aquamarine swoon.
My coral-colored swimsuit, one piece
tease of a midsummer’s sea;
saltine-salvation with a tangerine squeeze.
Chartreuse eyes, like a key lime pie,
Ray-Ban protected ~ *
dessert winks at her sublime prize.
Quite crimson, I become, forgetting
to reapply sunscreen, with a rub-a-dub-dub,**
as I sunbathe near my ocean tub.
Clueless after hours on the beach,
my love dives into his watermelon treat,
a breach of spousal ethics to my cause.
With a pouty lip and grifting-tears, I con
his palm to soak me down with aloe vera,
and grant me two-fisted cocktail sips.
The saffron sun dips on the zephyr’d beach.
A welcoming arm rounds my shoulders ~
lavender and lilac speech of twilight.
4/9/2021
Contest: Changing Colors
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Required words are highlighted in bold letters
Internal/End Rhymes
24 lines
Ray-Ban — brand of sunglasses
Rub-a-dub-dub — nursery rhyme
Polly Jez don’t ever ‘pologize
Curt cracker tongue
spit the hate cloudy issue high
Got black gunpowder love,
bullet hole
between the breast
And white tufts of tawdry deeds,
foolish follicles
sprouting on the chest
P Jez Is a belle —
princess Cain be a sweet talk squawker
Crooked beak
who loves raising hell
Polly lips speaking so foul:
Sphincter hole pirate speech
be saltine cracker chip droppings
from the backside of a cow
Polly Jez won’t ever crybaby ‘pologize
Murder She Wrote is inked in her eyes
With gestures of a whore,
pouty mood woos often be-fowl Jez
Wicked witch, evil does ...
Giving smoking barrel corrupt counsel
is the cracker thing Polly puffs best
Polly want a cracker,
Jez want yours too
Mimicking tone of a greedy hacker ...
Stealing morally bankrupt souls
is what pickpocket patch-eye
parrot flirties do
Listen here, carat cracker bird brains:
Don’t let a Polly Jez parrot
flirt-tease cage you
the saltine railing —
a taste of the sailor’s life
as my mind wanders
1/24/2018
Sucking On Straws
I used to suck on nickels and dimes;
Metals tasted like saltine crackers
Swallowed a couple pennies many of times;
I just gag throw up like a method actor;
And now breaking the law guilty;
Throat raw, cut, torn, filthy;
I have a fetish;
For putting thing's in my mouth, I guess;
I swallowed a dime;
I ate some raw onions, picked livered possum,
YUM! so awesome
Teeth fell out,
From chewing on iron pipes;
Filthy rhyme breakings so many nutrients laws. . .
By swallowing any and everything's, ...Sucking on straws
by James Edward Lee
1/10/18
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