Wanting to develop a
line of sandwiches
he labored with freinds
to get the right taste
and combinations
that with flavor
would intensify folks
need to be satisfied.
quality ingredeints
with concern to the
freshness and a detail
to perfection. He baked his own
rolls
made his own sauces
gground his own meats
and found the perfect deli to
buy cheeses and deli meats
the condiments were from suppliers
who loved to make great items.
The first food carts he took out
daily. With coffees and teas and water.
He sold Cuban porc sandwiches.
All American Burgers
Great sage and fennel sausages sandwiches
with relishes that were
savory-sweet and tangy.
When I'd go out with him
I'd say "Aye- Mista, toast my bread
and put the garlic spread
on it with swiss and chedda"
he'd tell me "you know me better
then that we gotta make it specail"
And he did, once I got a hot roast beef with
swiss and chedder with carmelized onions and garlic
on a toasted bun, it was so great" The fries
and the soda.
Perfecto, aint that right Catchey?
Catchey say's it's right.
With pupils that flicker like lanterns,
your eyes are the stuff of carnal fantasy.
Instantly hypnotized by the patterns,
I could hardly believe their silent poetry.
I have heard people talk of vampires,
it seems the true definition is different.
No, not night flyers but drug suppliers.
Haunted adults desperate for utopia,
fall hard for this breed of melancholia.
Heated hyperventilating blood churns
in awe of such uncivilized beauty.
Alarm bells fail to mention concerns,
I am now left in ruin shattered lethally.
How can I abide your whispers as liars?
To avoid the voice of a saint is heresy.
Baby, you call me to sin fanning wildfires.
Diving in head first to battle a phobia,
it’s no match for you my philophobia.
A new interest in running a poultry,
Then, reckoned the needed sum not paltry,
Coolants for birds with the weather sultry,
The chilly worse, keeper desultory…
When birds start dying owner jittery:
Mass breathing of one’s last in battery;
Of its allure packed-with-eggs crates trappings
But should nose deal with foul smell, eyes droppings?
And then this Bastards’ cannibalism
Worse than Nigerian’s Tribalism -
You’ll be paying someone for debeaking
To make safer any fresh bickering;
Also experts on Coccidiosis
To cry less to God in His diocese…
I know it has been a don’t-risk-it voice
But the brave-hearted keeps his brave choice:
To remain their town’s chief egg suppliers
While routes to chicken stalls retain flyers.
The brotherhood of man
When he came into the hall, his brother came down
the stairs, he had forgotten to buy milk
Outside, guns blasted his brother fragmented to
a hail of noise and blood on splattered asphalt.
The soldiers, in a killing mood, shot into the hall
he ran up to the third-floor flat where his sons sat
told them to flee to the roof of opposite buildings
They refused and had slingshots to defend themselves
he didn’t try to persuade the boys, undid a window
and jumped on the next roof as bullets of ill will
hissed past like angry wasps on an August afternoon.
The building he escaped to had once been a clinic
for those who hated their faces and wanted a change
This war had descended into brutal self-delusion
where the news shouted slogans of hatred, beating
People to mass hysteria, blindly killing anyone that
resembled the foe, not seeing the enemy was them
committing fratricide.
When the blood lust of ammo suppliers was sated
a nervous calm until a flash of light lit up the sky
there was no one left to tell why the war had started.
New York state is paying 20 cents for gloves that normally cost less than five cents, $7.50 for masks that normally go for 50 cents, $2,795 for infusion pumps that normally cost half that, $248,841 for a portable X-ray machine that typically sells for $30,000 to $80,000.
Who's pocketing all this? An array of producers, importers, wholesalers and speculators. State laws against price gouging usually don't apply to government purchases.
Some of it may be finding its way into this fall's election campaigns. The veteran Republican fundraiser Mike Gula and Republican political operative John Thomas just started a company selling coronavirus testing kits, personal protective equipment and other "hard to find medical supplies to beat the outbreak". They call themselves "the largest global network of Covid-19 medical suppliers".
Asked how he'd found such equipment, Gula explained: "I have relationships with a lot of people."
Thomas added: "In politics - especially if you're at a high enough level - you are one phone call away from anybody in the world."
Our leaders who are Caucasians
On some previous occasions
Would A-bomb Japan
And Viet Nam hides tan
But hate all bias against Asians
Author's comment: Hate crime is always bad. Here's an idea for a political cartoon:
Frame 1: Truman and advisors celebrate the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki with laughter and joy even though those targets were not military and innocent civilians died.
Frame 2: LBJ and Nixon celebrate with the military and their suppliers over dropping bombs on Hanoi.
Frame 3: The same people claim outrage after any act of violence against an asian here.
There was once an old cowpoke named Myers
So bow-legged he looked like a pliers
In order to straddle
Himself in the saddle
He needed block and tackle suppliers
Towns lay in ashes as soldiers marched to the sound of defeat
Clowns mocked surrender and wiped mascara off sooty cheeks
Frowns disguised shrapnel of eyeshadows in languishing tears
Gowns shredded doubts and hope when a bugle blessed the meek
Swords pointed to power conquest when the crowd counted demise
Chords draped around dangled from trees to deter any rebellion
Lord’s message in tatters within realms of madness’ resurrection
Hoards of dismembered dreams applauded proud victor’s medallion
Feasts of slaughter rape pillage and murder seeded on crushed bones
Priests blessed an altar of battle cries to end wars of glorious nations
Beasts fed on human carrion as vultures spread torn sacred flesh
East’s dawning of sunshine smouldered in corpses for fast consecration
Fires reflected in hollow eyes distorted the rise of conscience in prayer
Desires glimmered one final breath on the way to moribund elation
Suppliers of money and weapons cheered cripples and rocketing shares
Friars and liars however were torched as purveyors of deadly salvation
01st February 2020
FOOD FOR THOUGHT
Staple food for thought caught in brain
are feelings oozing from emotive urge at ease or at strain.
Several food items are continuously available
at random in several spectrums of life
whether distasteful or palatable.
Thoughts are nourished by human senses as visualization,
Smell, hearing, taste or touch, less or much.
Realization or beyond perception, action, reaction, interaction,
creation or recreation are all food -suppliers of thought.
Food for thought to relish and rejoice are;
Love, compassion, care, sympathy, inspiration, success, happiness
Food for thought sought though unwanted are:
Hatred, malice, betrayal, ingratitude, pain, dismay, distress, danger.
Thoughts never starve but survive on continuous supply of food,
whether sour, bitter, salty or sweet.
One can’t quit from food for thought.
Abundant, limit less supply on compulsion,
till brain be alive, it can’t be deprived from food for thought.
01/03/19
Third Place
'food For Thought' Contest by Silent One
J-ust what the doctor ordered,
E-agerly do it without delay;
S-ubmit to the instruction,
S-o the sickness shall go
A-way.
M-an's sins and wicked ways
A-re suppliers of decay;
E-radicate the iniquity to brighten up our darkest day.
T-o follow God's command
O-bliterates transgression;
R-elieving the heartaches,
R-eady for great salvation.
E-ternal life is in store for those who listen to God's word;
S-eventh October obedience is just what the doctor ordered.
They are going to put up the prices
But say we will hardly notice the cost
They plan to increase the standing charges
But spread them out so we can’t see what we’ve lost
The standing charge it will increase
But the cost of the gas will go down
When the meter reader arrives
I guess he may start to frown
For people won’t be able to use any gas
They will struggle to pay the standing charge
Some will put on another blanket and jumper
And wish that they lived on a barge
It’s the old folks I feel sorry for
Their pension provisions hardly rise
It’s fuel or food – which should they choose
It really is cause for alarm
Manx Gas has the monopoly
There is no other provider we can choose
Folks may consider switching to oil heating
Then Manx Gas are going to lose
Suppliers need to look after their customers
Without them they may go bust
So use your voice – we have a choice
Vote with your feet find someone you trust
13th October 2015
This sunrise was better than any I have seen
Can it ever be real in capitalism?
My children will be fine-watching
Sunrises never seen
Sunrises
Never
Seen
12/23/11
7:10pm
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Special Note:.. My line above about "real capitalism" is explained here...I AGREE with excerpts from an opinion I read recently from the founder of "Whole Foods".....if allowed to properly operate "conscious capitalism" is beneficial, I believe..all stakeholders benefit...customers, team members, suppliers, investors, and the community at large....but am opposed to "crony capitalism" where some businesses get special deals with the government, such as many Wall Street companies got with financial bailouts....this crony capitalism is doing great harm in our society....
Michelle refuses to tell;
How many pennies she’s thrown;
Into that old wishing well.
Michelle hasn’t been told:
Destiny wasn’t written in stone.
These days, I really don’t care:
How many deals you make;
To dealers over a free hit;
You only live for your next fix.
You’ve already put out the fire;
With the abandonment of desire;
At house parties with hustlers;
While searching out cheap suppliers.
She chose not to play the usual card,
Still she put her hands on the table,
She sought out the winners amongst the sinners;.
A way into that addictive game
She made a deal with a blackmailer .
Now she wants to lay the blame;
I don’t think I came for a sad story.
About smack and snow, in all their wasted glory.
I know of her history.
How long she lasts, only time will tell;
Her ride to heaven looks like hell.
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