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FungiYesEye
sweet frames of strains
spore prints and stains
Im like a mycological Jesse James
A Saccharomyces enigma
Craic'n'whisky
millin grains
spore prints and stains
Im like a mycological Jesse James
A Saccharomyces enigma
Craic'n'whisky
millin grains
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Posted: Mar 2013
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Open Air Market
There's a bleach stain on my favorite pants
a splash of almost indiscernible light along the shadowy folds
and beside it, with her tail wagging and ears perked
my four legged friend watches all round
I don't have to worry about hair
I've cut mine short and my look is effortlessly clean
and I wear my clothes well though they're of
the Salvation Army caliber
We form a grandmother's shadow
as she delves into stall after stall
exchanging vocal fragrances
with the vendors and their pride
Everything strikes her as expensive today
even though the "two (sweet) potatoes for five dollars" wieghed a kilo
and the apples would last in the cellar till after Christmas
and beyond
And for some reason the rain stopped a quarter hour ago
and the sun came out and spelled summer thoughts
and it didn't start to rain again until we got home and
finished reloading the pantry
and the dog curled up beside me
as I made myself comfortable with my cup of reheated coffee
I think tonight there will be apple pie...
a splash of almost indiscernible light along the shadowy folds
and beside it, with her tail wagging and ears perked
my four legged friend watches all round
I don't have to worry about hair
I've cut mine short and my look is effortlessly clean
and I wear my clothes well though they're of
the Salvation Army caliber
We form a grandmother's shadow
as she delves into stall after stall
exchanging vocal fragrances
with the vendors and their pride
Everything strikes her as expensive today
even though the "two (sweet) potatoes for five dollars" wieghed a kilo
and the apples would last in the cellar till after Christmas
and beyond
And for some reason the rain stopped a quarter hour ago
and the sun came out and spelled summer thoughts
and it didn't start to rain again until we got home and
finished reloading the pantry
and the dog curled up beside me
as I made myself comfortable with my cup of reheated coffee
I think tonight there will be apple pie...
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Posted: Oct 2014
About this poem:
Canadian autumnal afternoon
The Arctic Hunter......
trapping the hard and killing the pray with only a frozen sun to lead there way ,a never ending hunger a fire that feeds there bodies is the essence of life they hold so dear,collecting the bones of the beast and the smell of death that fill the air with no escape crawling , scraping bleeding from within across the barren lands and against the prevailing winds from the center of the hunter heart is where the hunt begins and where the hunt will end ...
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Posted: Jan 2016
About this poem:
something about my past....
Free Food
My two favorite words
Free Food!
Love to eat
Especially when it doesn't cost me a thing
How many people are addicted to free food?
Plenty!
Food stamps have become an addiction in this country
Many choosing to be parasites when they could work for their food
Many having babies they expect the government to feed
How much of this food is actually good for you?
Try eating without the words high fructose corn syrup
It is everywhere
You would have to become a vegan to avoid it completely
So I love free food
But it sure ain't free
Free Food!
Love to eat
Especially when it doesn't cost me a thing
How many people are addicted to free food?
Plenty!
Food stamps have become an addiction in this country
Many choosing to be parasites when they could work for their food
Many having babies they expect the government to feed
How much of this food is actually good for you?
Try eating without the words high fructose corn syrup
It is everywhere
You would have to become a vegan to avoid it completely
So I love free food
But it sure ain't free
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Posted: Mar 2015
About this poem:
Got some free donuts, pop, and pizza today at work. Enjoyed it very much, but why did some of the mean workers in my department buy it for everyone? I guess it was still nice of them.
Be-Twixed
She grabbed me around my thick long stem
I began melting in her hand
She dragged me to her dungeon cave
Where I was to obey her every command
She stripped away my golden wrap
While gazing at me with desire
I was so scared & a virgin too
In my ecclesiastical attire
She pressed her luscious lips against me
Licking, nibbling with excitement & glee
Submitting & surrendering my very self to her
Biting paraphilia, idiosyncrasy.
She made me what I am today
Yet I'm glad that I was born
An empty wrapper thrown away
Devoid of chocolate, all tattered & torn.
I began melting in her hand
She dragged me to her dungeon cave
Where I was to obey her every command
She stripped away my golden wrap
While gazing at me with desire
I was so scared & a virgin too
In my ecclesiastical attire
She pressed her luscious lips against me
Licking, nibbling with excitement & glee
Submitting & surrendering my very self to her
Biting paraphilia, idiosyncrasy.
She made me what I am today
Yet I'm glad that I was born
An empty wrapper thrown away
Devoid of chocolate, all tattered & torn.
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Posted: Nov 2019
About this poem:
How do you like your chocolate?
Succulent salsa
Dicing juicy tomatoes
swollen, ripe and red
Perfect for anyone
aching to be fed
Aromatic bright limes
rinsed well and wiped clean
Chopping cilantro, jalapenos,
onions, and peppers green
Juicing half the lime
provides a little tang
Mincing in fresh garlic
tantalizing the palates of my gang
Just a teaspoon of cumin
augmenting fragrance and taste
Lastly salt and pepper
Insures no salsa goes to waste
© July 7, 2014, L. Karriem
swollen, ripe and red
Perfect for anyone
aching to be fed
Aromatic bright limes
rinsed well and wiped clean
Chopping cilantro, jalapenos,
onions, and peppers green
Juicing half the lime
provides a little tang
Mincing in fresh garlic
tantalizing the palates of my gang
Just a teaspoon of cumin
augmenting fragrance and taste
Lastly salt and pepper
Insures no salsa goes to waste
© July 7, 2014, L. Karriem
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Posted: Jul 2021
About this poem:
This poem was for the following poetry contest (which I won a silver medal for). Yay!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Contest / Cook Me A Meal. Chef!
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Rules.
1. If you use this picture as the cover
place the url in your author notes.
http://www.artbouillon.com/2013/12/flemish-food-art-appreciation.html
2. Cook us a meal with your words. Make us hungry.
3. You are the chef. Cook us some grub! Not cookbook style but use words so we can see like sear... words we can taste like tart .. etc
4. Write what you feel using the picture...
I once got disqualified for writing a concerto
in a contest because they wanted x number of lines...
I write what I feel... I want you to do the same...
5. verse or free rhyme - no profanity, vulgarity, or adult stuff
6. Write from your heart... We learn from one another
the only wrong you can really do as a writer is not write.
7. No negativity here. If there is a negative comment
you are out... and that has never been me-
Be professional and comment with encouragement.
8. Type in your author notes "I read the rules!"
9. Comment on at least two poems in the contest
and post their poem url in your author notes.
10. Have fun! The picture is the prompt. Write.
~~~~COFFEETIME~~~~~
To drink a cup is the sweetness of the
aroma of the flavor from the brewing
process it takes to make the greatness
of a rich pot of coffee....
Some like sugar and others add a bit of
cream to their sugar in the single cup of
JOE,,,
as others want a donut to go....
Wee hours of the early morning it is a pot
of coffee to go, and the scent of the dark
roasted beans it is the roast of the bean
as it is brewed to the richness of
coffee from a good bean ~~~~
Then others like it black and pure nothing
more than a purity of the taste from bean
to bean it is called coffee...
Then some may ask for the hint of a little
added syrup as vanilla to give that flavor
of another good cup of coffee...
Well sun is down and individuals flowing
around drinking coffee of darkness of the
sky and the night has sprung some it is true
and others may have it decaf.. It is still
a cup of JOE,,,
©breathless22
aroma of the flavor from the brewing
process it takes to make the greatness
of a rich pot of coffee....
Some like sugar and others add a bit of
cream to their sugar in the single cup of
JOE,,,
as others want a donut to go....
Wee hours of the early morning it is a pot
of coffee to go, and the scent of the dark
roasted beans it is the roast of the bean
as it is brewed to the richness of
coffee from a good bean ~~~~
Then others like it black and pure nothing
more than a purity of the taste from bean
to bean it is called coffee...
Then some may ask for the hint of a little
added syrup as vanilla to give that flavor
of another good cup of coffee...
Well sun is down and individuals flowing
around drinking coffee of darkness of the
sky and the night has sprung some it is true
and others may have it decaf.. It is still
a cup of JOE,,,
©breathless22
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Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
Do you like coffee, no I LOVE my COFFEE and drinking coffee is the best past time for getting through any type of day, as we drink and have fun drinking a cup of COFFEE......
sensual and mystic
The isle of mystique
The irrigate lands
Harmonieum bond
Black decidant rocks
With fields open wide green megalith
Fields ploughed unobrasive field
Restored to full harmony
Festuon
Tassel with culterd bounds
Fuliacerous to no taste oderious to the soul
No man can coquerour
Oblivous to taste
The irrigate lands
Harmonieum bond
Black decidant rocks
With fields open wide green megalith
Fields ploughed unobrasive field
Restored to full harmony
Festuon
Tassel with culterd bounds
Fuliacerous to no taste oderious to the soul
No man can coquerour
Oblivous to taste
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Posted: May 2013
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"The Sum"
Stripped inside the square I stood
dumbfounded'
with frozen gaze
Totally grounded
What one line lay so weak?
Shall a triangle emerge
is, that what I seek
What formula do I see
within the equation
Which sum do I use
to celebrate the formation
From all that of, the mathematicians
more shall be learn't
with wondrus suspicion
Tangling crosses
divisions and equals
I so awaited the deep dark sequels
The key that lay
so out of touch
was a genuine thought
I wanted so much
One day without me knowing
all come to me
and much much more
It was
for all my wanting
and all that was stored
Can one not love from many scenes
i think yes
from all that it means
Logic can be a hidden trait
because unless we know
such an easy way
we all my take
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dumbfounded'
with frozen gaze
Totally grounded
What one line lay so weak?
Shall a triangle emerge
is, that what I seek
What formula do I see
within the equation
Which sum do I use
to celebrate the formation
From all that of, the mathematicians
more shall be learn't
with wondrus suspicion
Tangling crosses
divisions and equals
I so awaited the deep dark sequels
The key that lay
so out of touch
was a genuine thought
I wanted so much
One day without me knowing
all come to me
and much much more
It was
for all my wanting
and all that was stored
Can one not love from many scenes
i think yes
from all that it means
Logic can be a hidden trait
because unless we know
such an easy way
we all my take
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
oh well food for thoughtThe Zen of Chicken Butchery
The birds were panicked, terrorized,
Were well aware something was up.
They flapped and squawked around the pen,
A threat'ning shadow loomed above.
The first four spooked into the coop,
Trapped in there by a crude wire gate.
When the roof was raised two flew out,
Thus striving to escape their fate.
These two were captured easily,
Trapped in a corner, grabbed by legs.
But these turned out to be the ones,
Meant to be kept for laying eggs.
The rest were destined for the pan,
And somehow they seemed to sense it.
So desp'rately they struggled as,
They realized the intentions.
When you hold chickens by their feet,
And then hang them upsidedown.
Then smooth the neck down to the head,
A quiet calmness will abound.
The rest was rote, mechanical,
Beheading, plucking, wings and feet.
It's not a pretty process but,
This is the way we get our meat.
Were well aware something was up.
They flapped and squawked around the pen,
A threat'ning shadow loomed above.
The first four spooked into the coop,
Trapped in there by a crude wire gate.
When the roof was raised two flew out,
Thus striving to escape their fate.
These two were captured easily,
Trapped in a corner, grabbed by legs.
But these turned out to be the ones,
Meant to be kept for laying eggs.
The rest were destined for the pan,
And somehow they seemed to sense it.
So desp'rately they struggled as,
They realized the intentions.
When you hold chickens by their feet,
And then hang them upsidedown.
Then smooth the neck down to the head,
A quiet calmness will abound.
The rest was rote, mechanical,
Beheading, plucking, wings and feet.
It's not a pretty process but,
This is the way we get our meat.
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
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