My sister's favourite 'snack' is filet mignon.
I'm less of a carnivore
and will be quite satisfied
with caesar salad and a baguette.
Of course I'll want to wash it down
with a generous glass of pinot grigio.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
Whatever you do, be happy
Life is short. Live freely
To much to care for the world
Feel free to excite simply
Make friends for your advantage
Enjoy such imaginary world
Dress what's best for you
Acquaint what's match for you
Eat food what's good for you
Everyone has its own Chefzone.
Posture heart beating
Even though it’s evil,
God can remold, soften –
and pour into it
To each His own
I am not my own
Even my life is on loan
2/28/29
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
When Ozzie & Harriet wed
Censors decreed one to a bed*
Desi & Lucy
Never got juicy
But McCarthy still dubbed them, "Red!"
* It was not OK in the USA for
married couples to share the
same bed, but always OK for
people and puppets to beat
the crap out of each other,
leaving Soup poets to wonder
why people are so cruel!
I never chose to write like you,
it’s enough to write like me
My feelings live to shape each thought,
your passion foreign known
I need to use those gifts bequeathed,
while searching endlessly
And leave to you your native tongue
—and speak my words alone
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
tv addicts
happy living
vicariously
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Some like it hard and some easy,
Some like it fragile and some tough.
Some like elegant not cheesy,
Some like it real, some like it buff.
Some take their time to have breakfast,
And some wake up and off they run.
No obligations or steadfast.
All deserve spot under the sun.
Some like sex with perfect stranger,
Some choose to rediscover one.
Some prefer a heat exchanger,
Some - a fireplace and stars and fun.
Some like it steady and stable.
For change some like it versatile.
Some like to be tied with cable.
Some like their dirty clothes to pile.
Some sweep just upon occasion.
Some just cannot bear to be seen
With no mop. Figure equation.
They like their living space so clean.
So we are all so different.
We all pursue our tiny dreams.
One can't afford indifference
Or randomly let go of steam.
Give way to consideration.
'Cause in the end, to each his own.
Direct path to admiration.
With God's help you won't be alone.
This is the story of two lonely souls....
Who found each other, without cajoles...
Neither had ever had a mate....
Yet Jack and Gill decided to date.....
They felt an instant connection....
As both were Chefs and had a fixation....
One for Chicken the other for Bacon....
And so decided to take their direction....
From what they had learned in life....
Party animals that they were....
And perhaps now you can concure.....
Their feelings for each other....
Was so far from any another....
People just didn’t understand....
Why when they walked, it was always hand in hand....
They never strayed and held tight to their ways....
Believing their world was just another phase....
But eventually the world would accept you see....
That what they had was called * “ smaltzy “....
*Yiddish word for rendered chicken / animal fat or a garish over the top fancy party...
As long as there has been photography,
there has also been ***********.
Dirty pictures fill whole magazines.
The photos depicts sexy scenes.
Digital shots are found on internet sites.
What can be seen may cause frights.
Some folks get kicks looking at what is shown.
All I have to say is "to each his own".
Inspired by another member's poem.
Each bough, each limb, each mantel draped
with dangling beauty edged
each bit a dream which does dwell
within man’s heart so pledged.
Each star that lights the evening sky
and pillowed cloud-scaped night
reminds us all of Bethlehem
of God, his Son and Light.
Each pristine bit of tinseled foil
does reflect sublime
the undeniable goodness of the soul
which wakes at Christmas time.
* drape / edge / pledge/ dwell / pillow / foil / deny / wake
we all are blind ,until we see-that in the gods plan.
nothing is worth the making if it does'nt make the man
so why do we still build large cities, if the man unbuilt goes--
for it's in vain we continue to build-------
---- unless the builder also grows,,
so
i looked at my friend that always stood by my side,
and wondered why does'nt our enter spirits agree
should i give up this friend that i so valued with pride,
just because he does'nt serve the same God as me.
"Live and Let Live Bill"
Gives you the right to Marry
"Congratulations!"
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