I am not a Succotash man.
There is only so much my pallet can stand.
Each portion belongs to its own.
The hype of variety way overblown.
People tell me to change it up
To toss it around inside the mixing cup
To chew and enjoy all as one
Finding pleasure with a garbled chum
For me, I see too much strife
With the heavy-handed spices of life
Swallowing mysteries too hot to handle
Vicariously living in a lurid scandal.
There is only one meal chosen for me.
It’s the one I long for constantly.
A divine dish made from the Chef above
The meal I speak of is you, my love.
Lounging on the beach supine
With Rayban sunglasses on.
At last, summertime is here;
A hot one at that!
The heat could roast a chicken;
A sun too hot to handle!
I am a corn on a cob;
My kernels popping!
Hey, friend, aren't you feeling this?
You're a corn on the cob, too.
I don't see you popping off!
What's going on here?
I know she is strong,
I know she is independent,
I know she is courageous,
I also know she is a little impatient,
I know she is curious,
I know she is adventurous,
I know she loves to explore,
I also know she cannot lift her trolley up,
I know she is short,
I know she is cute,
I know she is beautiful,
I also know she is too hot to handle,
So there I was, sitting in the bus stop,
Far behind her, so she cannot see me,
Praying to god that her trip goes safe and smooth,
But stupid I am to get caught, now she hates me more.
They said she was too hot to handle
Wore a slip on her date with Randall
When she came in at two
Is when the gossip flew
And became the neighborhood scandal
Kingpins’ suspicions are starting to grow
Reactions are seamless for a reality show
What makes the game stirring is a crazy blindside
But I’ll pledge acceptance with honor and pride
Throwing someone under the bus is not a good idea at all
Silent watchers love betrayal; they are ready to brawl.
They say, “Viewer discretion is advised”
But the content of the truth heavily upsets me; I’m surprised.
The most difficult situations are caught on-cam
Yeah, it’s too hot to handle when emotions are slammed
But when the queen bees know how to play and pretend
The wannabes follow; they also transcend.
Anyone could show ruthless aggression to this madness
Deep inside is melancholy; There is a beat of sadness
I wish to move forward and let it slide
But everybody wants to see the dead end of the blindside
a balmy evening
sweating out rivers of heat ~
sun glares in silence
too hot to handle
sounds of summer pierce the sky ~
cicada chorus
stars at night too hot — to handle
sizzling their light can't hold — a candle
February 26, 2023
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An only child, actress, singer, nightclub entertainer
Jayne Mansfield.
Her movie Too Hot to Handle made sense to the people who knew her.
A tomato, lightning, a bonfire, married and divorce numerous times.
She loved her five children and kept her Playboy playmate figure.
Dying in a car crash in New Orleans at the young age of thirty-four.
She lived as if she knew she was running out of time.
'The Greatest ... the Most Superb ...
The Invincible Birthday Candle ..!’
It was at the peak of its career,
It was much too hot to handle.
Its boasts always waxed, never waned,
It made the other candles sick,
Its bragging claims enough to get on
A more modest candle’s wick.
No challenger came forward ...
Though not through lack of spine,
They just watched and waited,
Preferring to bide their time ...
Night after night, it would bluster away:
"On me, no other candle is a patch,"
Then one day it was stuck into a cake,
And it finally met its match.
This is for girls filled with fire,
the ones who have been told
‘Tone down. You’re too hot to handle.’
To all the girls who light the way,
the ones who have been told
‘Stop. You don’t have what it takes.’
This is for girls who refuse to listen;
To the ones who take the unfiltered flight?
Those wings are your magic carpet ride;
To all the girls built on rebuilt ashes
the ones who crash and get up again,
those flames fuel your reincarnation;
For all you girls made of fire?
Burn.
You look at me... with disgust in your eyes
At all of the flaws.. I can no longer hide
And I know in your heart... you want to throw me away
Forgetting it's you... who has made me this way
Yes! I know I'm no longer...the beauty I was
On the day that we met...and you fell in love
And I have been faithful... for all of these years
Through all of your laughter... and all of your tears
Through fallen Souffle's... and torched Flambe's
Your Chef dreams all strewn... in disarray
It is I who has taken the heat for you
Now really! ...is this what you want to do?
Throw me away... like a dirty old rag
Or hang me again...on that old wooden peg
There in my place...above the kitchen mantle
The Pot Holder who takes...what you can not handle.
Written: May 13th, 2020
Author: Elaine Cecelia George of Canada
Razorblade
Shot a rebel through the heart.
Cancer kills but life is art.
You tried to put a stop to all that we are,
But we are too hot to handle; you can’t grab hold of a star.
Fire your guns; I’m invincible.
Speak your words; I’ve heard them all before.
Condemn a man for condemning your war.
You will never stop what we are.
Your system of control and degrade is beginning to fade.
Push my buttons, I’m a microwave,
Blowing through your wall like a hand grenade.
A tongue so sharp, I’m a razorblade;
Cutting your lies apart…your truth cannot be saved.
(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
It is the decision that was taken
That distinguishes the way
It is the honour that is given
That abolishes your enemies
It is black and strong
Yet heavy to carry
It is unique and petite
Yet durable
It is the sequence of events
That formulate the path
It is the bearing of consequences
That sweetens the taste buds
It is too hot to handle
Yet cold as ice
It stings your inner core
Yet sweet as syrup
It is the comprehension of thoughts
That brings kindness
It is the hunger for growth
That leads to victory
Clouding my thoughts
you drive my imagination wild
I guess you could say you give me "wild thoughts"
I'm trying to pull myself out of this whirlwind of bliss.
It's great but I must get back to reality.
i'm Dorthy and you're my Oz.
you're the kerosene that fuels my fire
and this is way too hot to handle.
I'm living in a sea of emotion and I know i'm gonna drown.
I do this all time, when am I going to learn?
I wish i could calm this storm in my brain.
I feel it will make me insane, and you already drive me crazy.
There once was a man from Warangal
who stirred up quite a big scandal,
He loved a good girl gone bad
She was the best he yet had,
So was shunned as a hardcore vandal.
~04/26/2017
~Limerick contest by JAN ALLISON
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