Nutritious food, how bad can it be?
I stood in the organic section, wanting to pee.
Aren’t you glad you came with me?
This was my healthy cousin, Little Lulu Lee
I will meet you in the park said her brother Gore
I watched him sneak into the bakery next door
Have to potty, I’ll see you in the park too I said.
I stocked up on muffins, scones, bagels and bread.
In the quagmire ooze of daily trudge,
where the mire of monotony
clings cold, congealed in sorrow,
it takes only a spark of inspiration,
to transform an ordinary morsel
into a shimmering taste of sheer joy.
Echoes that entices, suffices.
I carry my sample bag handy,
stocked with my pet peeves in reverse.
Tiny things that you take time
to notice, and create space for,
that bring gemstones of joy shining:
The smell of rain, with storm's first drops.
The wispy waft of coffee, freshly brewed.
A rare bird sighted or heard, out of season.
A few chords of a beloved song.
Warm socks from the dryer.
A wink, glace, a tiny half-backed smile.
First touch of warm hands.
Fresh bread from the oven.
Noticing my things I placed in extraordinary ways.
A doodle scribbled on my notepad
Inspiring word or phrases recorded.
Doing things at half-speed, to spool like honey.
In all these little ways on long days
these echoes entice, suffice.
by his mother's side
a famine child cries
while a suburban family sits down
to eat more then they need
in a land so rich with wealth
grain stocked piled
in silos so high
so much more than the little consumed
a blind eye is turned
to the horrors of the third world
Our summer crops are in and larders full
So we are now well stocked for winter’s worst
When we will face freezing Arctic attacks.
Our stock contains dried fruits, roots and nuts
Along with several sacks of grain to grind
To make the flour to bake the daily bread.
And we have pickled veg in pots galore.
Beetroot, onions, shredded red cabbage and
Several jars of yellow piccalilli.
We have some salted meat and some smoked fish.
We’ve flagons of cider from fermented pears -
Sufficient to keep us high for many years.
Once more we‘ll endure wild winter weather.
But now we must have Harvest Festival
To offer our thanks to Mother Nature
For the soil, sunshine and essential rain.
Now it's time to taste this season's cider.
Our summer crops are in and larders full.
So many things I'd like to say
I'll save them for some other day
You know the way I think towards you
It hasn't changed, the bird's still blue
And though not mentioned anymore
The shelves are stocked inside my store
Provisions for the heart await
They have no expiration date
For the blessed fruits of the blessed tree of life’s being,
Persecution and crucifixion have their time in life’s seasons;
Their demise coming with seasons of resurrection and ascension:-
Seasoning of life from Genesis to Revelations, has its time;
Let us ever be mindful that we’re fruits of God’s balboa tree of life,
With a quartet of years to sow and cultivate our seeds of justice:-
Thus, it’s time to get plowing and uprooting unjust seeds
Sown in the God given riverside just soil of His trees;
Indeed, as faithful garden balboa trees of God given life,
May we be in the blooming of ripe fruits His coming justice:-
May our plow sheds be ever fully stocked with tools of courage
And faithful determination, cultivating us with God sent liberation:-
And while trials and tribulations may endure for grueling nights,
Let us be bearers of fruitful mornings;
Indeed, let us be as the fruiting sun in joyous dawning liberation,
And let bigotry be as a waning moon:-
For the sleigh team there applied ten:
Nine deer and a man born of men;
Though trembling with fear,
Santa’s choice was clear:
Rudolf instead of Dolf Lundgren.
Ol' Frosty was struggling to count-
He couldn’t get his numbers to mount.
He dropped his mid-weight
To look like an eight
And so now can give good account.
Santa stipulated stocked shelves
And so yelled and screamed at his elves;
Thrown in a tizzy,
His elves got busy,
At once unionizing themselves!
UJAMAA
(Kwanza Thought For Today)
Let’s not be in drought,
Collectively plowing growth—
Juicy fruits growing:-
Sowing together,
We collectively reap more—
Barns of life well stocked:-
Farming together,
We harvest abundant crops;
Well nourishing all:-
The Poisoned Apple sent to me,
Drives me crazy!
Stocked with futility.
One page after another,
Makes my heart flutter!
"Continue," it says.
The screen glowing bright.
I do.
Only to see,
"ID not accepted,"
Again!
Time to revise,
The tempest inside!
Before the Apple begins its ride.
Out the window,
With no place to hide.
The information highway is paved with hope,
With heavy traffic towards love's embrace.
So while the ghosts of romance past lingers,
The digital domain is stocked full for every case.
It's like the Dating Game on cyber-steroids,
As singles mingle among all the apps.
Where their fingers do all the walking,
While trying to avoid the catfish traps.
This goes way beyond phone sex, to
Levels bound only by infinite fantasy.
Causing many to rely on wishful thinking,
And the rest to struggle with celibacy.
It's the 21st century version as a virtual
Bar scene, without the booze or barmaid.
Yet also absent are the drunks & bar fights,
So all things considered, it's a relatively safe crusade.
These characteristics highlight a main issue,
To where there's no real connection most of the time.
Just some fabricated stories behind the messages,
Leading one another on, to an unknown crime.
Our
Hostess
Committee,
comprised mostly
of women, makes sure
the kitchen is stocked with
supplies, arranges and serves
meals for major church events and
bereaved families. Last, we clean up.
We serve cheerfully, for we feel honored.
To actually have an address on the moon.
No ordering Take-Away from ground control.
Tubes of food and drink, to be stocked.
Living on the moon will be thanks to those first astronauts.
their mission was soon
it was to land on the moon
came more to explore
could we build a colony
where we could all survive there
Tumultuous excitement to think of actually having an
address on the moon. Needing to be quite self sufficient,
as there will be no ordering Take-Away from ground control.
Prefab housing and inflatable furniture will be all the go.
It will have to be weighed it down, as we don’t want it to get up
and go with no gravity. Tubes of food and drink, will need
to be stocked by the mile. Living on the moon will cause
quite a smile, thanks to those first brave astronauts.
their mission was soon
it was to land on the moon
came more to explore
could we build a colony
where we could all survive there
It starts with a whoosh.
The door gliding open, smoothly.
Fruits and vegetables.
Stocked and stacked.
They try to reach the ceiling.
Shelves upon shelves.
Layers of cans and boxes.
Everything is snug and fitting.
I walk to the freezer section.
Cold but peaceful.
A gentle whirling when I open the door.
Beeping and footsteps and chatter.
Back to the doors, I step in sync with another shopper.
I can’t help but wonder what they bought.
Leaving the store, I take my bags.
Leaving behind a friendly goodbye.
Sweet corn has been harvested, garden picked clean
Breezy mornings now, ruffling the cat’s fur
Front porch stocked with pumpkins and gourds
School is starting, new clothes are being bought
Last year’s backpacks are thrown into a bonfire
Grandma is taking the grandchildren shopping for new
Football games have begun in earnest, fans frenzied
Cool September, you are as welcome as any month ever is
Family has to start practicing getting up early
Bus will be picking the children up at seven o’four
Mom and Dad explain high school to their freshman
Silly because fifteen-year-olds know everything
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