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fruit and wheat
this morning as i slowly rouse
i blink my vision to dappled wall
awareness of a hunger to douse
i slowly rise my frame to call
attention to today's mundane task
while equally sunning the wonder
the Sol outside myself to bask
probable late day storms 'n' thunder
the monkey chatters for coffee cup
the cup fragrant and life so sweet
standing still an appetite kicks up
for lasting meal of fruit and wheat
a bunch of grapes be red or white
a slice or two of hearty bread
would make for a repast to delight
and ease stomach into day ahead
if this is the first bite of the day
or of my life, the last meal
i can't imagine a more satisfying way
to embark in today's events to reveal
© agoodguy2have 2011-06-19
i blink my vision to dappled wall
awareness of a hunger to douse
i slowly rise my frame to call
attention to today's mundane task
while equally sunning the wonder
the Sol outside myself to bask
probable late day storms 'n' thunder
the monkey chatters for coffee cup
the cup fragrant and life so sweet
standing still an appetite kicks up
for lasting meal of fruit and wheat
a bunch of grapes be red or white
a slice or two of hearty bread
would make for a repast to delight
and ease stomach into day ahead
if this is the first bite of the day
or of my life, the last meal
i can't imagine a more satisfying way
to embark in today's events to reveal
© agoodguy2have 2011-06-19
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Posted: Jun 2011
About this poem:
true story
dill pickles
When I bite down on your plump bumpy skin,
the taste of salty tang makes my soft palate sing.
your crunchy style with juices oozing through the cracks of my lips. Dribbling down my chin to gently drop upon my breast.
OH DILL PICKLES I LOVE YOU THE BEST!!
the taste of salty tang makes my soft palate sing.
your crunchy style with juices oozing through the cracks of my lips. Dribbling down my chin to gently drop upon my breast.
OH DILL PICKLES I LOVE YOU THE BEST!!
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Posted: Jun 2012
Post Commentexception to the rule
The rule says "That's the way it must be"
Exception says "I have a better repartee"
The rule says "It's always been that way"
Exception says "Maybe before, but not today"
The rule says "We've been over this again and again"
Exception says "Over before, this time we'll refrain"
The rule says "You won't know what'll occur"
Exception says "Didn't know exactly, before"
The rule says "It'll never work correctly"
Exception says "We can find out directly"
The rule says "I take exception to your assertion"
Exception says "All I offer is compelling coercion"
The rule says "You know there'll be hell to pay!"
Exception says "Don't worry, you know, it'll be okay"
© agoodguy2have 2011-05-09
Exception says "I have a better repartee"
The rule says "It's always been that way"
Exception says "Maybe before, but not today"
The rule says "We've been over this again and again"
Exception says "Over before, this time we'll refrain"
The rule says "You won't know what'll occur"
Exception says "Didn't know exactly, before"
The rule says "It'll never work correctly"
Exception says "We can find out directly"
The rule says "I take exception to your assertion"
Exception says "All I offer is compelling coercion"
The rule says "You know there'll be hell to pay!"
Exception says "Don't worry, you know, it'll be okay"
© agoodguy2have 2011-05-09
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
just knowing there is a box is half the solution.
The 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:
Apologies to the vegans...Rude Crude Food Dude
I don't eat by the rules!
I eat what I want!
My shirt sports spaghetti stains
and I got a belly I can flaunt.
When I want food
I can't wait in line all day,
I make people move
and pull my chair to the buffet.
I eat any kind of cake,
chocolate, funnel, or pan.
Wrapped my finger in bacon
and took a bite off my hand.
I'm a Fruity Pebble rebel
built Cocoa Puff tough.
I eat pop rock salads with gravy
until my face is double-stuffed.
I get hungry at 9,
and eat until 10,
and by 10:07,
I'm hungry again.
I eat sushi and connolis
while I lust for burritos
smothered in ranch dressing
and syrup on my Doritos.
I feast like a king
and pillage the table
lay waste to the desert tray
conquer the soup with a golden ladle.
They call me rude,
they call me crude,
they call me the dude
who ate all their food.
I eat what I want!
My shirt sports spaghetti stains
and I got a belly I can flaunt.
When I want food
I can't wait in line all day,
I make people move
and pull my chair to the buffet.
I eat any kind of cake,
chocolate, funnel, or pan.
Wrapped my finger in bacon
and took a bite off my hand.
I'm a Fruity Pebble rebel
built Cocoa Puff tough.
I eat pop rock salads with gravy
until my face is double-stuffed.
I get hungry at 9,
and eat until 10,
and by 10:07,
I'm hungry again.
I eat sushi and connolis
while I lust for burritos
smothered in ranch dressing
and syrup on my Doritos.
I feast like a king
and pillage the table
lay waste to the desert tray
conquer the soup with a golden ladle.
They call me rude,
they call me crude,
they call me the dude
who ate all their food.
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
This poem is about my friend and all the food he ate at the all-you-can-eat buffet at Foxwoods on Friday night.what's to eat
a plate a bowl a bag
to eat another bite
fill my mind, fill my gut
another snack, another glut
got eating on my mind
have a budding aspiration
sentinel scent to taste
a little more satiation
no tasty morsel do i waste
makes my mouth just salivate
a super sized taste
carrying the pounds
around the waist
desserts of renown
it tastes sooo good
the pantry's in the can
cool fridge holds a jar
a food fit for any man
wrapped up chocolate bar
wanna binge wanna indulge
rolls of culinary lust
vestiges of tables past
over the tongue
over and done
yesterdays repast
it's truly biological
can't help but to ingest
filling to the brim
gastrointestinal demands
surfeited with sure behest
my tongue revels with desire
to consume and to acquire
to stuff with stuff
can't get enough
got eating on my mind
© agoodguy2have 2010-04-21
to eat another bite
fill my mind, fill my gut
another snack, another glut
got eating on my mind
have a budding aspiration
sentinel scent to taste
a little more satiation
no tasty morsel do i waste
makes my mouth just salivate
a super sized taste
carrying the pounds
around the waist
desserts of renown
it tastes sooo good
the pantry's in the can
cool fridge holds a jar
a food fit for any man
wrapped up chocolate bar
wanna binge wanna indulge
rolls of culinary lust
vestiges of tables past
over the tongue
over and done
yesterdays repast
it's truly biological
can't help but to ingest
filling to the brim
gastrointestinal demands
surfeited with sure behest
my tongue revels with desire
to consume and to acquire
to stuff with stuff
can't get enough
got eating on my mind
© agoodguy2have 2010-04-21
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Posted: Apr 2010
About this poem:
hungry?
His Tortured Women
The night is burdened with a presence,
A presence lurking to steal innocence,
Innocence so good and pure,
This night he plans to kill for sure.
Slowly, surely, he stalks the night,
Looking for the perfect woman to fight,
The fight never lasts too long,
For these girls, he is too strong.
He takes them down to a special place,
No one can see their pain-stricken face,
No one can hear the agonizing screams,
Far worse than in your scariest dreams.
He takes the bodies where no one can find,
If they do, it will take some time,
He's taken another mother from her child,
And when he has that thought....he smiles.
He smiles thinking of the pain he has caused,
Something only Lucifer would applaud,
He thinks of all the women in the past,
His maniacal grin, the thing they see last.
A presence lurking to steal innocence,
Innocence so good and pure,
This night he plans to kill for sure.
Slowly, surely, he stalks the night,
Looking for the perfect woman to fight,
The fight never lasts too long,
For these girls, he is too strong.
He takes them down to a special place,
No one can see their pain-stricken face,
No one can hear the agonizing screams,
Far worse than in your scariest dreams.
He takes the bodies where no one can find,
If they do, it will take some time,
He's taken another mother from her child,
And when he has that thought....he smiles.
He smiles thinking of the pain he has caused,
Something only Lucifer would applaud,
He thinks of all the women in the past,
His maniacal grin, the thing they see last.
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Posted: Jun 2009
About this poem:
Very dark, I know.Home
There's a a place that I know
Outside of town
Theres a place that I go
Outside of town.
Over the mountain
Down a dusty ol' road
Under shade of tall trees
I drive real slow
To catch the cool breeze
And begin to unload
The cares of the day
Cuz I know that soon
Not far up the road
Is the pretty little place
That I call my home
There's a place that I know
Outside of town
There's a place that I go
Outside of town
Over the mountain
Down a dusty ole road
My sweetheart's a waitin
At the top of the hill
At the pretty little place
That I call my home
When I see her blue eyes
My heart goes to meltin
As I hold her and kiss her
And tell her I love her
She asks how my day went
I say alright I guess
But when I'm at home
Its always the best
Cuz there's a place that I know
Outside of town
There's a place that I go
Outside of town
Over the mountain
Down a dusty ole road
Is a pretty little place
That I call my home
Outside of town
Theres a place that I go
Outside of town.
Over the mountain
Down a dusty ol' road
Under shade of tall trees
I drive real slow
To catch the cool breeze
And begin to unload
The cares of the day
Cuz I know that soon
Not far up the road
Is the pretty little place
That I call my home
There's a place that I know
Outside of town
There's a place that I go
Outside of town
Over the mountain
Down a dusty ole road
My sweetheart's a waitin
At the top of the hill
At the pretty little place
That I call my home
When I see her blue eyes
My heart goes to meltin
As I hold her and kiss her
And tell her I love her
She asks how my day went
I say alright I guess
But when I'm at home
Its always the best
Cuz there's a place that I know
Outside of town
There's a place that I go
Outside of town
Over the mountain
Down a dusty ole road
Is a pretty little place
That I call my home
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Posted: Jul 2012
Post Comment
Give me Shelter
Oh how I miss
tired of sneaking
under comfort
slowly bad sun rises
ok have to wake!
a squint that's the way
no way to sceeeem
lost that
flailing to the course
whats that!
BLUES!!!
chucked that ivory amongst me
Woohoo!
Got a bad case of the
the bad girls and boys
slip me your ticket well well
dam get outta here
jump again
yes
play I shall again
just chuck me your'e hat
we need dinner or a break
tired bones of running
don't think there's
just a place
Too many people running to walk
They fall to the slip streams of life?
Losing all that lip on life
dam!!!
tired of sneaking
under comfort
slowly bad sun rises
ok have to wake!
a squint that's the way
no way to sceeeem
lost that
flailing to the course
whats that!
BLUES!!!
chucked that ivory amongst me
Woohoo!
Got a bad case of the
the bad girls and boys
slip me your ticket well well
dam get outta here
jump again
yes
play I shall again
just chuck me your'e hat
we need dinner or a break
tired bones of running
don't think there's
just a place
Too many people running to walk
They fall to the slip streams of life?
Losing all that lip on life
dam!!!
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
I can only spend one night a week in town late 12 to 4 oclock to help the homeless.Its quite dangerous in a way.
I shall write some day.
Sophxx
SIETE MODOS (Ladino/djudeo-sefardi)
Siete modos de gizados
se gizá la merenjena
la primera de la gizá
es la vava de Elena
ya la aze vokadikos
i la mete´n una zena
ista komida la yaman
comida de merenjena
A mi tio Zerasi
ke le agrada vever vino,
kon el vino vino vino
muxo i vien a el vino
La segunda ke la gisa
es la mujer del Shamas
la kavaka por adientro
i la inxi d´aromat
ista komida la yaman
la komida la dolmá
La trazerá que la gisa
es mi prima Ester de Chiote
la kavaka por adientro
i la inxi dárroz moti
ista komida la yaman
la komida lalondrote.
La alburnia es zaborida
en kolor y en golor
ven aremos una zena
mos gozaremos los dos
antes ke venga el gosano
i le kite la sabor
En las mezas de las fiestas
siempre briya el jandrajo
ya l´azemos pastelikos,
eyos briyan en los platos
asperando a ser zervidos
con los güevos jaminados.
La salata maljasina
es pastoza i zaborida,
mi vezina la prepara
con muxo azeite de oliva,
istos platos akompanyan
a los rostros de gayinas.
La setena que la gize
es mejor y mas janina
la prepara Filisti,
la hijà de la vezina
ya la mete nel forno
de kaveza à la kozina
kon azeite y kon pimienta
ya la yama una meyína.
se gizá la merenjena
la primera de la gizá
es la vava de Elena
ya la aze vokadikos
i la mete´n una zena
ista komida la yaman
comida de merenjena
A mi tio Zerasi
ke le agrada vever vino,
kon el vino vino vino
muxo i vien a el vino
La segunda ke la gisa
es la mujer del Shamas
la kavaka por adientro
i la inxi d´aromat
ista komida la yaman
la komida la dolmá
La trazerá que la gisa
es mi prima Ester de Chiote
la kavaka por adientro
i la inxi dárroz moti
ista komida la yaman
la komida lalondrote.
La alburnia es zaborida
en kolor y en golor
ven aremos una zena
mos gozaremos los dos
antes ke venga el gosano
i le kite la sabor
En las mezas de las fiestas
siempre briya el jandrajo
ya l´azemos pastelikos,
eyos briyan en los platos
asperando a ser zervidos
con los güevos jaminados.
La salata maljasina
es pastoza i zaborida,
mi vezina la prepara
con muxo azeite de oliva,
istos platos akompanyan
a los rostros de gayinas.
La setena que la gize
es mejor y mas janina
la prepara Filisti,
la hijà de la vezina
ya la mete nel forno
de kaveza à la kozina
kon azeite y kon pimienta
ya la yama una meyína.
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
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