The tree of the knowledge of good and evil
The tree of life and death
The green apple is poisoned red
The spools of light spoilt on murky depths
Este morning star
Esterification bedrock brooks
Limb for limb
Right eye to the left
Commodiously windswept
Wynn takes the cake
C uisine on a spoon or plate for afters
H eaven coats my tongue the dish of masters
E asy peasy recipe so sweet
E xtra portion swallowed what a treat
S auce swirls, noisettes, a blob or two of cream
E arthly pleasure, luxury or dream
C hoose a honey pot ye sweet tooth diners
A sk a chef making tummy liners
K eep gorging comfort food for goodness sake
E at yourself hearty this stuff takes the cake
FBI Director Kash Patel:
the POTUS thinks he's really just swell.
But political pundits think he's a knob
who simply isn't up to the job.
He likes to take credit for others' success.
What he's actually accomplished is anyone's guess.
The Republicans ask "Is he even legit?",
and many conservatives say he's unfit.
In the Pumpkinfuhrer's cabinet,
Kash really takes the cake.
But one should never interrupt an enemy
when he's making a mistake.
Regina city councillors under fire
For ad campaign’s not looked at prior
How someone did not think to inquire
Check the news if you think me a liar
This province had some odd news breaks
Like the Tim Hortons with the snake…
The moose in the school for hoof’s sake
But this capital city goof takes the cake
I suppose they were hoping for a laugh
Now it looks like there’ll be some new staff
The response may still be half and half
Talked about around the coffee carafe
They’ve taken a lot of flack in the past
Tried to steer into the skid at last
That plan backfired pretty damn fast
A collective face palm, country vast
A headline that didn’t need to be spun
With marketing that cannot be undone
Since the new slogan that they chose to run
Is : “The city that rhymes with fun”…..
** Slogan since retracted by Experience Regina
Still Managed to make International headlines, well done...
Madagascar where did you go
For weeks you came to my picnic
My sanctuary
Unceremoniously and unwanted
And mostly uninvited
Like the proverbial red ants
Like a lover I once knew
Everyday ... there you were
A lemur
A chameleon
Perched on my blanket of poetry
Staring with those curious eyes
Yearning for validation
And perhaps a future visit
I must admit you're a nuisance
A pop-up, a laugh, a nightmare
For weeks on end I saw your faces
Burning in my memory
Trolled and uncontrolled
Now that you're gone
I look out the window
I imagine lions, giraffes, and rhino's
Running wildly towards my picnic
connie pacheco
10/20/22
Note-for weeks on end, I would come to this site and be inundated with ads. The Madagascar ad takes the cake. Lately it's gotten worse.
On the street.
Want to eat.
Virus clown
shut stores down.
Pastry shop!
I will stop.
Cakes and pies -
sweet surprise.
I smell those
with my nose.
Man in mask
starts to ask . . .
Fresh pie or
petit four?
Two of each.
Make them peach.
Donut too.
That will do.
Seeing that
I feel fat!
But I pay
and I say:
Where to sit
to eat it?
Strain to hear
words unclear.
Realize
with my eyes . . .
space too small
wall to wall.
Six foot rule
not too cool.
Drop on street
every treat.
Dogs run by.
Lick each pie.
Leave no crumb.
I feel dumb.
Covid takes
even cakes.
Sept. 15, 2020
Originally for Beth Evans' "Threes, Please Poetry Contest"
A poem made up of three-syllable rhymes, showing a lighter side of it.
For the Coronavirus (Covid-19) Poetry Contest of Robert James Liguori
In a Bangkok dry cleaners window, “Drop your trousers here”
But they get lots of curious people with nothing to clean I fear
Takes all kinds it seems
Making up the world's scene
But this takes the cake or maybe I just mishearded
In a Bangkok dry cleaners window, “Drop your trousers here”
But they get lots of curious people with nothing to clean I fear
Takes all kinds it seems
Making up the world's scene
But this takes the cake or maybe I just misheard
My nails are all brittle and breaking,
Because of the jello, I’m not in taking.
I come home from work, all-aching,
Why, it’s a jello cake that she’s baking.
What could be better than par-taking
In a delicious dessert, that she’s making
Of the one that you love, not forsaking,
Of a jello cake that she’s baking?
We sit there, and enjoy with delight.
It’s a beautiful and wonderful sight.
Of a shear and culinary delight.
As we go off to sleep thru the night.
The next day I notice a difference,
My nails are better in appearance
The jello made all the difference,
It was such a wonderful experience.
In a Bangkok dry cleaners window, “Drop your trousers here”
But they get lots of curious people with nothing to clean I fear
Takes all kinds it seems
Making up the world's scene
But this takes the cake or maybe I just misheared
With Beauty Greater Than A Peacock's Preen
Of all the great new dawns, Spring gifts the best
With sunbeams racing to glisten new green.
In all of Nature, she survives each test
With beauty greater than a peacock's preen.
Thy teeming wildlife, most welcomed minions
O' friend, thy gifts sing in so many ways.
With sweet Hope and Truth thy bold companions
From day's promise to final ending rays.
When new grass sings its highest gracing songs
Thy miracle, telling this world to bow.
Thy birth, taught all that all truly belongs
To the whole, future promise and the now.
Of all the great new dawns, Spring takes the cake.
Why not celebrate each, for goodness sake?
3-28-2017
A rainbow of flavours
In every bite
I've savoured the sweet
And the spice of each
Plunged my tongue deep
Into pain's body
The depths of which met me
Eager to parley
The difference is plain
When your body is broken
You're glad you're alive
Unlike heartache
When you just want to die.
You saw her ever smiling face
You just loved her laughter
You were amazed by her caring soul
You wished she was your child
You wished your kids were like her
Ever noticed how lonely she was?
Do you remember the day you saw her sitting alone down the road?
Ever wondered why she was sitting alone under that tree?
What about the day you saw her sitting in that place of sleeping?
Did you ever noticed her shattered soul?
She was a "happy kid/soul"
But deep down she was a broken soul
She missed her parents
To her, a medicine to wake the dead would have been great.
She was a "happy kid/soul"
But deep down she was empty
She was a slave in her parent's house
Having to do house chores was nothing to her,
Her mother taught her well.
But.. having her aunt's husband forcing his way inside her tiny body, takes the cake.
She was a "happy kid/soul"
But she was empty and hopeless
That she thought suicide was her only hope.
Someone should have noticed
Aunt Kate's Wine Cake---
A dash of nutmeg in the batter,
takes the cake and makes it better.
But the splash of wine that she adds later,
and another cube of butter
makes us all a little fatter !
_________________________________________
For Andrea's Contest "Holiday Food Connections 2"
11/18/15
Im living in fear
the lies I hear , I can never really bear
im torn between what's and what's right
for what's wrong I have to fight
it seems Im always on the run for me
Im confused on what I really see
And who I could really truly be
my thoughts are consuming
im always assuming
I need to conclude it,
rather real or fake
my life is not a mistake
my life always takes the cake
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