Painted in blue reminds me of the blues,
maybe I was undercooked got them a reason to overlook,
my talents wasted my energy drained in proving myself over again,
but all went in vain,
when you didn't turn back rather turned your back,
on me, you couldn't hide your glee,
happy like a bird set free,
me being a fool waited for ya,
the sweet salt got me baited for ya,
evasive my tone pervaded with gloom,
on seeing the walls painted in blue reminds me of the blues.
A bottle slightly submerged in the Sea
has within its light glass a scrap of paper-
on which are the words
"Do you know me?"
"I am on other shores, perhaps
exactly opposite Yours."
The orange deep red-brown
of the hovering sun color the ripples-
like the wrinkles of a silk slip- a dusky effulsence of an evening.
The sun's searing white-yellow
seen through the glass is a slightly
undercooked yolk, seeping
and spreading through the enveloping visceral
white-
the solitary thin cloud passing the Sun's
fire. The sunlight is the gleam on the vessel,
under a Mayan Sky..
flushed with their Belief..Faith...of an ocean
that covers the entire Earth; tranquil,
at peace for eons; before the Mayan "Heart of Sky" that drapes Earth's mottled tints,
creates the creatures- crawling, rising
to stand, walk on the newly born lands.
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A wish for a fish on a dish would be bliss
Though this bliss could be missed in a wishing dish fish
For a fish might go squish undercooked on a dish
So this wishing fish squished on a dish isn’t missed
1/13/20
For the Twist My Tongue Poetry Contest
Held by Nina Parmenter
Raw, raw foods
Ain't the true goods for you.
You can die hard from raw intoxication,
Contamination, i-in-inflammation…!
Cook 'em all the way through, yo.
"Y'all chef and staff,"
"Yes…?"
"I can't eat this. Its raw, raw m-meat-is r-raw-raawh meat!"
"Oh…. Well it's just fine, some people do it all the time."
"I ain't like them others, and this food is clearly undercooked…"
Leavin' the restaurant, no tip,
Bee'cause I got a grip and oh yes,
Raw grease on da floor, I see the chef slip.
Actin' like it's nothing, but really-
It's bad, bad foods. Raw, raw food.
I ain't gonna buy it, nor eat it if already bought'n it.
Time not only seems to be speeding up…
it actually is
Perception trumping reality looking forward,
not looking back
Undercooked moments blow into the future,
their aroma unsettling
As tomorrow disowns today
—lamenting the past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
Shattered bottled up dreams
strewn in callous fashion,
litter those Tobacco roads
of man-made poverty
Cancerous amorality
is the accepted dystopian reality
Majority rule by the metal ballot law ...
second finger got a gun pressed to the jaw
Diablo destiny decree:
Dos digital corrects any uno analog flaw
This warped sensibility
is the venal logic served pucker raw
A lot of lip sizzle buttery undercooked,
a lot of dead bang thievery overlooked
Ash fault neglect
is heaped on the next generation
of social experimentation
Petri dish promises
are furtive cloned assertions
Silky slick politricking on the wifi
(why fi-nance poor citizens’ aspirations)
is a web of deceit ...
tax-deductible alm desertion
Roll the lively military drums,
let the drones deliver
a hollow incoming death hum
Victory is counted as being “less of,”
cull the bottom feeders of a wolfbane society —
This is the favorite poison ivy scheme
of the power pyramid builders:
Soulless architects
erecting a crooked obelisk dystopian reality
And this fractured,
motion picture reel nightmare
still ain’t murky half as bad as it’s gonna be
MY BLUE CHEESE IS BACON
Crispy, well-done with lettuce and tomato on toast
with mayonnaise or miracle whip, a touch to my lips,
but how my mind races when soggy tomato does coast
down my tongue with wobbly, undercooked slips
of gristly bacon. I try to hide my displeasure from my host
as I gregariously gag, snipping at bites, pleasure to kip.
I’ve finally washed the slippery eel down with the most
satisfying glass of milk and smile whilst crunching potato chips.
1/11/2017
The past, a time and space that no longer exists,
I'm talking about the past in my mind.
In the dark pit of memory, I can only drown today.
In an old house, the smell of ancestors long gone.
The sounds of footsteps on cold,black floors.
Floors that have been walked on infinite times
So that it is broken and torn with holes.
The sounds of people,screaming,crying,laughing.
About what you'd ask me...
About how their children always cried on birthdays
and about how the chicken was undercooked.
About how the older men went hunting
and how they bought their first car.
About unmarried aunts and illicit affairs of town.
About the time they were kings and why they still were.
About how they were always stuck in that old house
Just a leap away from paradise.
They spoke of miserly things and firecrackers.
They spoke a lot of these things out loud,
And Some they spoke to the walls.
The old house is a pit. Dark with the truths about me
And people like me. It's a pit in the center of
My being and there is nothing I can do about it.
I made a cheese flan
Both burned black and undercooked
It was edible
I guess my knack left
Along with my dear husband.
All's been cremated!
That's why I can't eat.
I see Auchwitz and Dachau.
Christianity.
These ring the death knell.
That Pope was no kind of star
Mechanical thought
Christianity
Now has come to its ending
Crucified itself.
Resurrection
Will not do us any good.
We must start over.
But crawling on earth.
Kafka made the images
Now we must live them
Trust is a rare thing when hidden out in life.
You find it in the craggy spots;
And the fractured family life.
An undercooked steak
With a wine as red.
Potato mush parsley
And a Cognac before bed.
I'm not the biggest nor brightest nor fastest nor smartest---
A green light signal go.
Damned annoying flashing lights!
And the ambulance.
About halfway towards home.
Sunny Side Up Please
By Elton Camp
As to eating runny eggs, experts say
It’s far preferable just to run away
Undercooked yolk & translucent white
Due to salmonella, are quite a fright
Such cooking, the CDC does deride
For eggs are laid with germs inside
Consuming “over light” is a mistake
Frying them on both sides it does take
If you find that the eggs are oozing,
Food poisoning you may be choosing
It happens over 1,000 times a year
With 30 more cases for one we hear
To avoid undercooked eggs, do try
They’re unlikely to make you die
But barfing and the runs will be bad
From the raw egg that you just had
A Serving of Bacteria With the Pork?
By Elton Camp
It’s hard to believe that some say
Eating pork that’s pink is okay
Here’s how a supermarket survey went
Yersinia were found in nearly 70 percent
Salmonella, enterococcus and listeria too
Make undercooked pork a meal to rue
Since hogs to begin with aren’t very clean
Better hygiene in processing it does mean
In the meantime, what can pork eaters do
For reasonable safety, the options are two
Cross-contamination must not take place
And adequate cooking germs will efface
It makes some wonder if they might
Embrace a largely vegetarian diet
We Are Not Alone
Where are we going?
Rushing around
Going everywhere and ending up nowhere
Do we have to move so fast?
Eating undercooked hamburgers and supersized Cokes
We do not talk to each other
We never notice the person standing right beside you
Even families talk through email and texts
Too busy to sit and talk even for a minute
Strangers and family remain strangers
It is like we are a civilization of one
Six billion independent souls who need no one
We do not notice the world that we live in
The sun rises and sets in beautiful colors
We never notice the sky unless we’re caught in a storm
Flowers share their natural beautiful colors
Their scents fill the air but no one stops to enjoy them
Life moves too fast for anything as trivial as that
We should take a moment and stop
Just one moment to notice the people we share Earth with
Stop and smell just one flower on the side of a building
In that moment you will know that there is a world out there
A planet of life for you to experience
And you will realize that you are not alone
Dateline: 19 August, 2008 – Sun Times Headline - Man says 9-foot tapeworm came from undercooked salmon salad
I thought it appropriate to share this with you on its anniversary.
TAPEWORM
I felt the movement deep inside
And as it passed I almost died
To see a creature 9-foot long
Come out of me – it’s wrong – IT’S WRONG!
It came, I think, from Salmon Salad
I was sick for days and somewhat pallid
But the feeling passed, I carried on
Not knowing there was something wrong
Then a wiggle here, a wiggle there
Eating more and passing air
Then dizziness and vertigo
Cramps and colic and a need to go
Combined with weight loss, muscle pain
Brought it all back once again
I didn’t catch the tell-tale signs
Until at last my system binds
Nothing coming – nothing going
Until at last a tail is showing
I don’t know why it lost its grip
Or when it all began to slip
All I know is a tapeworm
Will lose its grip and start to squirm
I felt the movement deep inside
And as it passed I almost died
To see a creature 9-foot long
Come out of me – it’s wrong – IT’S WRONG!
Mdailey
08/20/08
Stuffed with well cooked food
Turkey drumsticks do extrude
Undercooked statements are rude
Family members feud
Football sets the mood
Expanding bellies cunclude
Digestion sounds are crude
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