Short Rolls Poems
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Sweet powdered sugar frosting
Melted into pan
Aroma permeates house
Yeast risen delights
Warm breaded magic
Cinnamon
Rolls!
My tummy rebelled today
Saying, 'No more dessert; no way'
My eyes bugged out
My tongue salivated
Hours of frustration awaited ...
Calm castle of cards,
hold that hand close to your chest.
Festooned with clover
a soft wind rolls through the mote,
goosebumps raised by a gamble.
Falls rows in with
Crisp cool air, that spreads
All over and the beauty
Comes out in the trees as
They turn shades of color
What a beautiful sight
She rolls her eyes at me every time she speaks.
I am amazed but not shocked at her lack of respect
For I have seen her browbeat her mother
She is ten.
Thunder rolls as lightning shows
terrific rolling
like an eternal thunders
a flashing lightning
11/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
What is there not to forgive?
Grace transforms all views.
Catch your brother's heart in your hand.
And let it sing love's old sweet song,
As day to day rolls by.
Form:
Cabbage rolls wrapped in green leaves
ground hamburger cooked
add chopped onions and the rice
mix together-roll
ingredients tight
roll in leaf
eat.
On the first day of summer
the sun warms my old bones
as I watch the last rhododendron blossom
give itself to the earth;
time rolls over the woman and the flower.
Eel or salmon sushi rolls
Nori or rice wrapped
Served as roll or hand roll shapes
Eaten with chopsticks
Served with wasabi
And gari
Plants
!
2-20-2016
The Baker’s had plenty of lovin’
Months later there’s one in the oven
With more mouths to feed
It’s more than they need
To go with their Baker’s dozen
Andrea's limerick contest
Chinese egg rolls are yummy yum yum
With heaps of that sweet sauce they call plum
Asian I'm not
But sure am caught
In their grasp, to their deliciousness I succumb
long rolls
of feverish faces
watery flames
of fire
of fiery fire
the broken
hearts
the mangled
figures
those are new casualties
but
not the only casualties
in old towns
of modern villages
Form:
As seasons change I mourn the sudden end
of Summer and dress myself
in sackcloth and ashes.
In sackcloth and ashes
I dress myself to mourn the
sudden end of Summer as Time rolls on.
Eggs rolls with plum sauce is a glorious treat
Breakfast, lunch or dinner, they can't be beat
Gobble 'em down
World renowned
Ain't nobody prefers 'em more than this parakeet
Eggs rolls with plum sauce are a glorious treat
Breakfast, lunch or dinner, they can't be beat
Gobble 'em down
World renowned
Ain't nobody prefers 'em more than this parakeet
I have a friend, one who enjoys some unusual food mixtures.
Fried mushrooms covered in melted tootsie rolls?
Followed by snails and frog's legs.
After the last, she don't know whether to crawl or hop!
Spring Rolls at our chicken spot are from outer space
They've got me by the short curlies, nothing can replace
Quite a weakness
Must confess
Would walk a million miles for that scrumptious taste
(To the tune of My Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean)
For six thousand bucks, O'Dewey and Cheetum
Will have your book sold from Leeds to Berlin
They've closed shop and now party in Vegas
Lord, how the money rolls in!
6/10/22
How does one rock and roll, I'd like to know
Do we turn to stone on which moss does grow
Are dinner rolls involved
This mystery's unsolved
Forget it, think I'll just have some chocolate gateaux
© Jack Ellison 2015
The clapboards of the church pews
are as loud Praise print on a hymnal
collection plate showerless blessing
bell rope dangle art on a dusty floor
prayers of silence hallow the rafters
sunset gifts bits of stained glass life
Eric Rolls 'SHEAF TOSSER'
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Hand-made globe
In silver-gold robe
Is it so round?
Perfection profound?
Reflecting on rivers
In winter, shivers.
Like a rough stone
Sometimes, wind blown
Tries to get in homes
Through windows and domes
Though seems flawless
Isn't it, often, callous?
32
Thunder
Rolls
And
So do I
Rolling
A cigarette
In this life
Of wonder
Lightning
And my endless blundering
That simply has to end sometime
Very, very soon
(Excerpt from the ebook "Jail Poetry Vol. 1" Available !!NOW!! @ Amazon.com)
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No one seems to be able to pronounce yeast
Some give it a j sound, like jeast
And who cares how we pronounce it.
Anticipating the hot sweet dough
And the melted butter
And the warmth of the roll on my eager tongue
That’s all I care about it.
Call them dogsnoggers – I will still eat them.