Mounds of mouth-watering double mashed potatoes
Decreases my desire for a carrot or tomatoes
You can take the celery and beets back to the kitchen
Carbohydrates and starches are for what I’m itch’n
Categories:
starches, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
We came from
modernity for
teach beings
underdeveloped,
we found that
totally unhappy
are these retards
aliens
race scum
human... these
that segregated in
colonies where everything
happens equal to
the ancient days...
live impure,
dirty,
accumulating garbage...
live persecuted
by bacteria,
infected by
promiscuous contacts:
touches,
hugs,
kisses and
mating...
Practices since
long time banned
in modernity...
these practices
are animal
atavistic fruit
addictions...
copulation and
dual enjoyment...
we all realize
that the enjoyment is
individual...
each one has
his share of pleasure...
these addictions
prehistorics.
are so filthy
how to eat the
in opened air,..
or how they mix
Ingredients:
carbohydrates,
starches,
fats...
poor things!
unhappy that
survive
in thoughts
Out of reality of
Modern...
poor creatures
who still dare
practice love
with body
present...!
Categories:
starches, adventure, allegory, allusion, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
The mighty centenarian marches
slowly uphill across the level ground
through viscous air, stiffened by time’s starches,
fighting a viral foe this time around
allied with the Hippocratic Oath bound.
A metallic steed shod with rubber wheels
bears his regal frame. His campaign reveals
greater power than any sword or spear.
He raised a sum for the army that heals
and warmed our hearts in a chilling cold year.
Categories:
starches, appreciation, character,
Form: Dizain
May I taste the unbreakable bond to the perfect union of
Uni and quail eggs.Two true dancers
Stir vigorously
Agitate rice while it absorbs fish stock
May I never acknowledge obstacles to the perfect union of
Uni and sake.Two adventurers
Interlock freely
Fine-tuning Español while rice grains formulating starches
Inevitable extrovert – against all odds
Be Still:
Clouds cuddling while interexchange liveliness
Simply being still ~
Sounds of silence penetrates through skin into core existence.
Fusing breathes onto
Singularity – infinite dense core – falling and falling in, falling high,
Floating and floating deep, floating beyond general theory of relativity
Insanely radiant in seventh heaven melting into ashes,
Carbon.
Grilling in underpants under the moonlight, starlight, flashlight.
Choose this Mentally Sensitive trail by act of will.
Touch the natural color of faith
Or fear
Trust unknown territory of inner compass to Fill a void
Yes, you may ride the accelerator to the perfect union of
Professor and entrepreneur.
What’s more:
Maybe quail eggs lead to turkey sandwiches and squash blossom.
Categories:
starches, joy, life, memory, passion,
Form: Rhyme
Unreasonably straight the soldier marches
Hiding his human in unanimous starches.
Intimidation arriving on his straight lined face.
A new recruit falls in line, keeping the pace.
Soon there are seven, none with smile found.
As others fall, they join the heavenly bound.
Loud angry artillery fire all around.
It is a horrible woeful sorrowful sound.
Many barely starting out with any of experience at all.
They are being called home, these soldiers who fall.
Leaving their bodies where they fell on this dismal night
They effectively march toward a more nurturing light.
Categories:
starches, war,
Form: Rhyme
Another day is almost past;
How fast they go and speed away,
Twilight rolls over sunset’s gold,
Like tidal waves keep beaches at bay.
Memories remembered, no new ones made,
As TV and book on a Lazy Boy left,
Caring children are paying the price,
For Mama’s comfort, though she’s bereft.
Smiling starches and SAS soft shoes
Come to roll her back to her room where
Mama may drowse in tearful query,
“How did this come, so soon, so soon. “
Categories:
starches, age, change,
Form: Quatrain
Don't know who designed the Golden Arches
With way too many sugars and starches:
Some say the fare's quite good,
Others think it's junk food--
Yet no protest or funeral marches!
Categories:
starches, food, health, silly,
Form: Limerick
In my pursuit to find a mate.
I asked this sweet girl on a date.
She turned and smiled and politely said.
Did you expect me to say drop dead?
So I replied, you never know.
So whatta ya say, you wanna go?
She acquiesced, you seem alright.
I am free on Friday night.
I asked what do you like to do?
She said, I don't know, how 'bout you?
So I said how about dinner and a movie.
I suppose you can guess, she said groovy.
So I took her to the golden arches.
All that grease and all them starches.
Instead of a movie, we went bowling.
That's when the date really got rolling.
She had fun and so did I.
But we didn't date again, I don't know why.
: For the first date sonnet contest
Categories:
starches, destiny,
Form: Sonnet
eve green
eyes colored
perfection
scenes
never
mind
me
I
am
over
peaked
mountainous shreeks
sobriety clung sheets
love wrinkled complete
starches souls feet
soles worn thin
bark
of
dog
cat skin
tree wept
willows slept
sleep on my mind
dreaming your love
blind
never seen
eve green
?
Categories:
starches, art,
Form: Ode
Baby, I saw you wishin' on him,
But you ought to give me a whirl;
'Cuz he's a handsome hunk,
But when he gets drunk
Baby, he likes ugly girls.
Yeah, he still lives with his momma,
Even tho' he's thirty-three.
She starches and irons his jeans and shirts
And he brings home new recipes.
She's told him he's good lookin';
Says, "Women are lustin' after you."
But when he takes a pretty woman home,
Momma says, "Son, she won't be true."
Momma says, "Son, if you want good lovin',
A plain and homely gal will provide.
She'll treat you right, mornin' and night,
And keep you satisfied."
So, baby, you can stare at him;
Or you can give me a whirl.
'Cuz he's a handsome hunk;
but when he gets drunk,
Baby, he likes ugly girls.
Yeah, Baby.....ugly girls.
You don't stand a chance.
And how that boy loves his momma.
Wouldn't you like to dance?
Categories:
starches, dance, girl, humorous, mother
Form: Lyric
My doctor told me,
He could add ten years to my life,
If I followed his instructions,
And stayed away from strife.
He put me on a diet,
I needed to lose weight.
No more sweets or starches,
And write down everything I ate.
Start exercising each day,
Charting the hour of my success,
Drink plenty of water,
A gallon he though would be best.
I decided to change doctors,
Concerning my health I have a say.
What is ten more years,
When I'm toothless, old and gray.
Categories:
starches, health
Form: Free verse
Foods we all love to eat
Pastas,starches,and meat
And don't forget about something sweet
Pineapple,chocolate,and cocoa nut cakes
Some of our favorites that Mom bakes
Apple pie, peach cobbler, and sweet potatoe pies a few other she makes
Especially on a holiday
But we wish she'll do this everyday
Home made macaroni and cheese
That's made to please
Corn bread, buttermilk biscuits made with ease
Chicken and dumpling with gravy
This just drives me crazy
Chicken can be fried,barbequed,baked or stewed
Drinks like kool-aid,tea,sodas, and coffee freshly brewed
Lasagna,potatoes,noodles,and rice
We just have to take a dip or slice
Porkchops,steaks,ribs,hotdogs,hamburgers,or fish
Are great with just any dish
Peanut butter,cookies,and chips
Vegetables,soups,beans,and dips
Rabbits,squirrels,raccoons,and deer meat too
When prepared right they'll do
Categories:
starches, food, life, love, passion,
Form: Rhyme
But soft! What light breaks through windshield yonder?
It is Mickey D’s.
Shall I stop, I ponder,
or shall not stopping be my destiny?
Those bronzed french fries,
full of transfat.
Their business will die,
if they get rid of that.
Oh! Those golden arches
signify my next meal.
So what do I care of the starches?
I say, I’m getting a Happy Meal.
So if I’m sitting, eating with joy,
don’t mess with me, or my toy.
Categories:
starches, food, funny, nostalgia, parody,
Form: Sonnet
Good or bad, I got somethin' you're gonna feel.
No tellin' what surprise is in yo' happy meal.
Got news for Atkins, phatty verbal starches.
Like pale paisley people prayin' to golden arches,
Or secret house-speak token spoken word
Smokin' understood, ain't doin', ya know good.
But, Ya bought tickets to the real life,
supposedly between the lines.
Like we're all backseat drivers
on someone else's drivin' time.
He know the way we're so proud to help him find.
Beltbuckles the bestial behemoth, binds belching brew's borrowed brine.
We all love lines that remind us what we did tonight.
'Cause this always sounds just like the one time,
I lost my mind.
Categories:
starches, peace, philosophy, space,
Form: Free verse