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the lumbar yard
he goes down to the stacks
asking the captain where's
the air-dried, 'cause he knows
the kiln can warp a hard bored
he wants to build something
lasting and strong with rich
lines and scents, a few nots
for beauty, knot to weaken
his notion of what wood matter
to a careful carpenter, shaven
and blocked, straight and strong
the living would, the livin' wood
plane grain, a fine saw to see
edge to end he's got it pegged
cut it out, measure for measure
clamp on tight, she'll last
back to eyein' straight and true
the best the forest offered green
strength takes time, seasoning
and worm holes add character
he picks the best for intents
and leaves the warped to sun
knowing when she's home, back
he'll have something to build
© agoodguy2have 2010-07-09
asking the captain where's
the air-dried, 'cause he knows
the kiln can warp a hard bored
he wants to build something
lasting and strong with rich
lines and scents, a few nots
for beauty, knot to weaken
his notion of what wood matter
to a careful carpenter, shaven
and blocked, straight and strong
the living would, the livin' wood
plane grain, a fine saw to see
edge to end he's got it pegged
cut it out, measure for measure
clamp on tight, she'll last
back to eyein' straight and true
the best the forest offered green
strength takes time, seasoning
and worm holes add character
he picks the best for intents
and leaves the warped to sun
knowing when she's home, back
he'll have something to build
© agoodguy2have 2010-07-09
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
a "how to" project
Morning
I grind the beans and brew a pot.
Ah, the aroma's heavenly.
Sun is rising through the trees,
The morning dew bedazzles me.
Farm fresh brown egss from free range hens,
I get them from a friend down south.
With yolks so bright and yellow that,
Look so inviting to my mouth.
My whole wheat toast comes popping up,
Fresh butter makes it savory.
An egg on each upon the plate,
Their sunny sides smile up at me.
Whole peppercorns ground all around.
Sea salt is sprinkled on the top,
The fork's first pierce begins the flow,
A bite of white and toast to sop.
Devouring this tasty treat,
Takes hardly any time at all.
The dishes washed and kitchen's neat
There's work to do, no time to stall.
In trying times these small delights,
Can get you started on the right.
To start your day in morning light,
And last you til you're home at night.
Ah, the aroma's heavenly.
Sun is rising through the trees,
The morning dew bedazzles me.
Farm fresh brown egss from free range hens,
I get them from a friend down south.
With yolks so bright and yellow that,
Look so inviting to my mouth.
My whole wheat toast comes popping up,
Fresh butter makes it savory.
An egg on each upon the plate,
Their sunny sides smile up at me.
Whole peppercorns ground all around.
Sea salt is sprinkled on the top,
The fork's first pierce begins the flow,
A bite of white and toast to sop.
Devouring this tasty treat,
Takes hardly any time at all.
The dishes washed and kitchen's neat
There's work to do, no time to stall.
In trying times these small delights,
Can get you started on the right.
To start your day in morning light,
And last you til you're home at night.
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
G'mornin'!
Palate Pleaser
Love at first bite,
What a scrumptious delight.
Tastebuds sing as never before,
Euphoria flowing from every pore.
The finest, yes, the very best.
Dull and tasteless all the rest.
Spiced just right, sweet and tart.
A taste that thrills my pounding heart.
How glowing this epiphany
And now there's nothing else for me.
What a scrumptious delight.
Tastebuds sing as never before,
Euphoria flowing from every pore.
The finest, yes, the very best.
Dull and tasteless all the rest.
Spiced just right, sweet and tart.
A taste that thrills my pounding heart.
How glowing this epiphany
And now there's nothing else for me.
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Posted: Jul 2010
Post CommentThe 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.Dunno
Ill at ease?
Life's complex, a tease
Life's complex, a tease
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
Food for thoughtwhat'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?
Silly Saturday Food Poem
It used to be they'd throw them out.
Not much meat there was no doubt.
Someone cooked them up with sauce
Scarffed them down and no longer toss.
They discovered a fine and tasty new treat.
Easy to make and much easier to eat.
What was this food that was discovered?
Will it catch on and stay uncovered?
Chicken wings, that's the food.
No longer just catfood my hungry dude.
BBQ with saunce and have for dinner.
Add special recipes and you'll be a sinner.
Had them in places you would not linger.
But wonderful wings,stay and lick your fingers!
Places I'd drive an hour each way,
Just to have their wing special that day.
Wings, wings that's the thing.
Whole restaurants now hear Ca ching!
Started off pennies a piece for a wing.
Now order some and hope you're a king!
Not much meat there was no doubt.
Someone cooked them up with sauce
Scarffed them down and no longer toss.
They discovered a fine and tasty new treat.
Easy to make and much easier to eat.
What was this food that was discovered?
Will it catch on and stay uncovered?
Chicken wings, that's the food.
No longer just catfood my hungry dude.
BBQ with saunce and have for dinner.
Add special recipes and you'll be a sinner.
Had them in places you would not linger.
But wonderful wings,stay and lick your fingers!
Places I'd drive an hour each way,
Just to have their wing special that day.
Wings, wings that's the thing.
Whole restaurants now hear Ca ching!
Started off pennies a piece for a wing.
Now order some and hope you're a king!
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
Silly,silly poemCoupon expired
Kiwi
Coated in Brown Fuzz
There's just something Kiwi does!
The sweet taste that's held within
Every Bit is like a sin
It's kinda hard to explain
It's like backwards rain
Every bite makes me so light headed
The wait to have another bite is dreaded.
My stomach spins out of control
Almost sending me on a death toll
It's a dizzy mood,
AS my head gains altitude.
Filling my stomach with a sweet pleasure
Taking it to a new measure.
Every bit even more divine.
Shocking me up and down my spine.
There's just something Kiwi does!
The sweet taste that's held within
Every Bit is like a sin
It's kinda hard to explain
It's like backwards rain
Every bite makes me so light headed
The wait to have another bite is dreaded.
My stomach spins out of control
Almost sending me on a death toll
It's a dizzy mood,
AS my head gains altitude.
Filling my stomach with a sweet pleasure
Taking it to a new measure.
Every bit even more divine.
Shocking me up and down my spine.
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Posted: Jun 2009
About this poem:
Okay, I know it's a little odd- but I must admit, Even I still giggle when I read this.Food galore
For breakfast, I had some toast and jam
For lunch I had some beans
For dinner I had some roast beef
For tea I had some cheese
For supper I had a light snack
And then I laid down on my back
To dream of all the food in my tum
It tasted great, it was yum.
For lunch I had some beans
For dinner I had some roast beef
For tea I had some cheese
For supper I had a light snack
And then I laid down on my back
To dream of all the food in my tum
It tasted great, it was yum.
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
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