Thus, we clean up after the tryptophan tornado
Slow moving, drugged, sated, slipper wearing zombies
Picking at the ruins of fun, feast and folly
Wondering why the soon to come fat guy is so jolly
Pants – let out – for comfort sake
A slumbering room of football fakes
And then that scent, of my, oh my
The warmth, the call, of apple pie
I know it’s wrong, this pie I’m stuffin’
Will turn an epicure into a glutton
As the leaves drift slow to the earth
I must give my girth its worth.
Categories:
tryptophan, thanksgiving,
Form: Rhyme
tryptophan fills my veins,
lost in lingering lullabies-
i sort out what used to be mine
he was enchanting with evocative eyes,
feverish in tantalizing touches;
a fraction of forgiveness without
atonement made me weak-
and i am left
BREATHLESS
but
i am placid and quiescent,
yet
frenzied and unrestrained-
i prosper in the present,
reckless and uncontained
the wrath of my spirit, spontaneous-
faded and jaded memories
of whens and nows and
hows and thens,
i can’t handle all the
sleeplessness drifting
onto my pillow at night
searching in the shadows deep,
like an x-ray deeming for bones-
for youth has lost her sleep…
searching for tenderness,
longing to leave a farewell note,
just to say goodbye for good-
so i can finally breathe-
but
i am left
BREATHLESS...
once again
*********************************
1.22.20
Brian Strand
Categories:
tryptophan, dark, deep, extended metaphor,
Form: Verse
HOLIDAYS-- Cinqku
Midnight
black Friday
turkey burping
tryptophan tornado
red ink
Church bells
echoing
remembrances
disturb the secular -
rebirth
John G. Lawless
11/9/2014
submitted - Dr. Ram Mehta – Cinqku Poem – Poetry contest
Categories:
tryptophan, culture, holiday, society,
Form: Cinqku
O Turkey My Turkey are you about done?
You’ve been in the oven since way before dawn
The people; so excited are waiting and waiting
For every bit of deliciousness that we are plating
Mash potatoes, gravy, cranberry, yams,
Green beans, Mac and cheese, and so much more
All waiting for you and stuffing to come thru the door
O Turkey My Turkey all tender and brown
You are finally ready; for us to gobble down
All of your goodness is gone with such flair
Nothing left but a carcass and so much despair
O Turkey My Turkey what have you done?
We’re almost asleep and the days barely gone
Unable to relish the desserts of today
All because we had heaps of tryptophan this very day
Alas, we shall doze and soon we shall savor
Yummy pies, cookies and cakes with all sorts of flavor
O Turkey My Turkey, you have been so dear
But I’ll fall for another same time next year.
11/7/2014
Categories:
tryptophan, bird, food, thanksgiving,
Form: Free verse
Thanks-giving
turkey, football
tryptophan-rest
or...
Gratitude of life
love, shelter
safe family?
Jenny Emelander Septolet contest 7/17/2011
sponsored by Dr. Ram Mehta
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Categories:
tryptophan, thank you
Form: Verse
Where have you been! you silly man!
don't blame it all on tryptophan!
Maladies from Malta mutATE and Gur G....itate!
as Jimbo watched the Vikings dominate!
It's true my kind heart is totally fake!
football first sweetheart!.... hope your fever breaks!
Dear Charma, you've got snow! make an ice-pack!
it's almost halftime!...... then I'll be back!
And if you grow weary of my attitude!
I'll level a few notches, and be a sweet dude!
The Ref blew his whistle!.... #4 is quite grand!
our sinking tag-poem is back on dry land!
So without much ado!
no need for a chorus!
I tag you my friend, Miss Culverhouse! Please Doris!
(Phyllis tagged John, John tagged DaneAnn, DaneAnn tagged Charmaine, Charma tagged me! and I tag Doris!)
Categories:
tryptophan, funny
Form: Limerick
Oh Tom, you wonderful Turkey!
Dear departing, Tom!
Each year you bring such
Tryptophan tranquility to
Our over-stimulated brains
That we welcome the stupor
Only your chemistry
Makes memorable!
Tom, you great big glorious beastie
Ready we are for the feastie
Your plucked body will bring!
Pardon our fowl
Tastes but you know that
Obama will surely pardon one of you!
Perhaps our
Hearty appetites will be content with
A cornish game hen
Next year.
~~~~~~~~~~~~ Entry for Donna Golden's Ode To A Turkey contest ~~~~~
Categories:
tryptophan, food
Form: Acrostic