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Its breakfast time
Out the back door I walk outside, the feathered cat lays in the shade, bin smells of fish, I really should empty it.
Uneaten grapes dried to nothing, vines need cutting now, Pear tree dead or sleeping?
Walk up the steps and open the gate, waterfalls greet me, purple bougainvillea bright in the sun, yellow rose’s home to a few wasps, kitten asleep in the fern.
Pool shimmers so inviting.
Its breakfast time.
BBQ grill fired up, scents of last time, garden shears open the Bacon, I’m lazy.
Bread starts to toast, smoky scent, and smoky taste.
Bacon sizzles, flames a bit, adds flavor to the toast above.
Tomato sliced on my note book, words fade in the juice, I’m still lazy.
Plate fetched, bacon and toast fresh off the grill, chili salt and lots of black pepper.
Breakfast is ready.
Coffee percolates next to the grill, its aroma mixed with the smoke and scented roses.
I eat, I drink, lip burns a bit, too much chili? Wish my neighbor would shut his dog up, its barking a figs or figments of its canine imagination...bad doggy...bad doggy
Breakfast is gone.
I wash the plate under the warm outside shower, soap on my feet, knife and fork done, should I trim the orange tree? I’m still a bit lazy.
Washing up is done, plates dried and shelved, ready for next time
Climb in the pool, refreshing my soul, saved a drowning wasp. Why?
Drying in the sun, Cigarette in hand, feel better now.....
Breakfast is done.
Uneaten grapes dried to nothing, vines need cutting now, Pear tree dead or sleeping?
Walk up the steps and open the gate, waterfalls greet me, purple bougainvillea bright in the sun, yellow rose’s home to a few wasps, kitten asleep in the fern.
Pool shimmers so inviting.
Its breakfast time.
BBQ grill fired up, scents of last time, garden shears open the Bacon, I’m lazy.
Bread starts to toast, smoky scent, and smoky taste.
Bacon sizzles, flames a bit, adds flavor to the toast above.
Tomato sliced on my note book, words fade in the juice, I’m still lazy.
Plate fetched, bacon and toast fresh off the grill, chili salt and lots of black pepper.
Breakfast is ready.
Coffee percolates next to the grill, its aroma mixed with the smoke and scented roses.
I eat, I drink, lip burns a bit, too much chili? Wish my neighbor would shut his dog up, its barking a figs or figments of its canine imagination...bad doggy...bad doggy
Breakfast is gone.
I wash the plate under the warm outside shower, soap on my feet, knife and fork done, should I trim the orange tree? I’m still a bit lazy.
Washing up is done, plates dried and shelved, ready for next time
Climb in the pool, refreshing my soul, saved a drowning wasp. Why?
Drying in the sun, Cigarette in hand, feel better now.....
Breakfast is done.
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Posted: Aug 2017
About this poem:
My breakfast today
"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 thought
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.
The Bin
The bin
In the corner you just sit
Stirrin glirren
As i throw rubbish in
Stayle odours
From last nights
Saturday takeaway
Stirren back at me
Oh what a time i had
Drinkin eating
Vomiting
Throwing up in my bin
Oh the odour
Will have to clean my bin
Last night me and you it was a good night
Ill take you outside
And clean you out placing your contents into another bin
Will clean you out make you smell nice and fresh
Place you back in the corner where you belong
Aleast i know you will never leave me all alone
Your my bin
In the corner you just sit
Stirrin glirren
As i throw rubbish in
Stayle odours
From last nights
Saturday takeaway
Stirren back at me
Oh what a time i had
Drinkin eating
Vomiting
Throwing up in my bin
Oh the odour
Will have to clean my bin
Last night me and you it was a good night
Ill take you outside
And clean you out placing your contents into another bin
Will clean you out make you smell nice and fresh
Place you back in the corner where you belong
Aleast i know you will never leave me all alone
Your my bin
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Posted: Jan 2017
Post CommentSubway
McDonald's, Dunkin Donuts
ooh, I wanna take ya
Pizza Hut, KFC, come on pretty mama
Taco John's, Hardee's
Baby, why don't we go
Burger King
Off of any city street
There's a place called Subway
That's where you wanna go to get away from it all
Meat and cheese in bread
A fountain drink cooling off your hand
We'll be falling in love to the rhythm of
"What toppings would you like on that?"
Over at Subway
McDonald's, Dunkin Donuts
ooh, I wanna take ya
To Pizza Hut, KFC
Come on pretty mama
Taco John's, Hardee's
Baby why don't we go
Over to Subway
Ooh, I wanna take her to the Subway
We'll get there fast food and then we'll take it slow
That's where we wanna go
Over to Subway
ooh, I wanna take ya
Pizza Hut, KFC, come on pretty mama
Taco John's, Hardee's
Baby, why don't we go
Burger King
Off of any city street
There's a place called Subway
That's where you wanna go to get away from it all
Meat and cheese in bread
A fountain drink cooling off your hand
We'll be falling in love to the rhythm of
"What toppings would you like on that?"
Over at Subway
McDonald's, Dunkin Donuts
ooh, I wanna take ya
To Pizza Hut, KFC
Come on pretty mama
Taco John's, Hardee's
Baby why don't we go
Over to Subway
Ooh, I wanna take her to the Subway
We'll get there fast food and then we'll take it slow
That's where we wanna go
Over to Subway
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Posted: Nov 2016
About this poem:
Just thinking of the last sub I had at Subway. I bought two footlongs for their special coupon for 12 dollars. I am not doing that again. It's better to just get a six inch sub and eat it fresh. My favorite place in town is UNO'S where they serve Chicago style deep dish pizza."Self Preservation"
I knew only
what I was taught
Yet seeked a path
"All came from my thought"
So enriched
I delved
An idea back then
I strangly shelved
In years gone by
I was compelled to look upon that shelf
Would I eat myself
Open gently
with a mighty twist
Here I am
with an abundance of scent
such divine
Time is only lent
A relaxed fruit lay
all delicate preserves
against the jar
those delicious curves
what I was taught
Yet seeked a path
"All came from my thought"
So enriched
I delved
An idea back then
I strangly shelved
In years gone by
I was compelled to look upon that shelf
Would I eat myself
Open gently
with a mighty twist
Here I am
with an abundance of scent
such divine
Time is only lent
A relaxed fruit lay
all delicate preserves
against the jar
those delicious curves
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
My mother bottled so many different sorts of fruit, was beautiful....I just wasn't in to it, when it came to, pickling onions.
But yes I did....
My love for my Mother...XXXXX
Sophia
JUNK FOOD
YOU SAY YOU CAN LIVE WITHOUT IT; BUT YOU CANNOT! IF YOU ARE WITHOUT THESE YUMMIES FOR MORE THAN TWO DAYS,YOU WILL NOT WALK, BUT TROT; TO YOUR LOCAL SUPER MART, AND COLLECT ALL THE GOODIES THAT YOU CRAVE FOR! ONCE YOU FILL UP; YOU WILL BE READY FOR ALL THAT LIFE HAS IN STORE! MY FAVORITE IS M#MS PEANUTS! I CANNOT GO WITHOUT THEM! I EVEN TALK TO THEM WHILE I"M ENJOYING THEIR GOODNESS! MY CATS ARE IN AWE OF ME AS I WIPE UP ANY THAT HAVE TOUCHED THE GROUND; FOR IF THEY ATE ONE; IT WOULD MAKE THEM EXTREMELY ILL, AND LIKEWISE FOR ME FOR I SHALL ALWAYS PROTECT THEM AT WILL! SO WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE? THERE ARE SO MANY TO CHOOSE! DO WHAT I DO; SNACK OUT ONCE A WEEK; AND YOU WILL HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE!
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Posted: Mar 2016
About this poem:
NAME YOUR PLEASURE! THERE ARE SO MANY GOODIES TO CHOOSE FROM!
Single tastes like Cloves
Zap and undeniable hot
but the class by themselves
is bug repellent
Same could be said of several seasons & spice
nutmeg or cinnamon
paprika, coriander, and even iconic mint
Stand-alone delicacies they are not
rather to join in combination with
So whatever your fillet
batter, batch, or consternation
easy on the spice, kid
4 every flower needs 2 attract at
(at) least a coupla bugs
but the class by themselves
is bug repellent
Same could be said of several seasons & spice
nutmeg or cinnamon
paprika, coriander, and even iconic mint
Stand-alone delicacies they are not
rather to join in combination with
So whatever your fillet
batter, batch, or consternation
easy on the spice, kid
4 every flower needs 2 attract at
(at) least a coupla bugs
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Posted: May 2016
Post CommentCome Here!
Oh!
The seafood!
Of lit poles
to guide the way
a table of yummage
a gorgeous display
Sit around my friends
gorge to our hearts content
leave nothing
to ever relent
pour the Hawkes Bay
swill to all your hearts
content
Oh yes a story to be told
gather closer
come to the fold
let children run amok
sling me the pork
crackle waiting
a bridesmaid
oh!what luck
slop the raw fish
a symphony in a bowl
coated the mouth
a treasure to the soul
Suck that crayfish
smile as you do
wetting lips
a gorge of a fool
hands on kumara
cabbage wrapped within rice
come on people
A kiwi picnic
Is a beautiful slice
The seafood!
Of lit poles
to guide the way
a table of yummage
a gorgeous display
Sit around my friends
gorge to our hearts content
leave nothing
to ever relent
pour the Hawkes Bay
swill to all your hearts
content
Oh yes a story to be told
gather closer
come to the fold
let children run amok
sling me the pork
crackle waiting
a bridesmaid
oh!what luck
slop the raw fish
a symphony in a bowl
coated the mouth
a treasure to the soul
Suck that crayfish
smile as you do
wetting lips
a gorge of a fool
hands on kumara
cabbage wrapped within rice
come on people
A kiwi picnic
Is a beautiful slice
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Posted: Apr 2013
Post Comment
life is a pickel
sweet beginnings never to end,salty tears will you send.Bitter ending must you endure.so relish life from beginning to end.
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Posted: Aug 2015
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