by Allan Terry |
Categories:
fish, food, french, hilarious, love, mentor, music,
They found
ground green peppers
Ground ground onions
Ground garlic
.ground cucumbers
Cultured buttered milk
Cayeene pepper
Ground shrimp
Ground catfish
Some flour and eggs
Mixed well
And rolled in bread crumbs
Fried crisp
And served with a tart
Candied ginger
yogurt tartar sauce
Man that's some
Delicious great tasting goodness
by Joanna Williams |
Categories:
emotions, pain, sorrow,
What do you have for breakfast?
You have the waffles drenched in syrup,
The cereal overflowing with milk,
Plates assorted with sausage and bacon.
You have the spoonfuls of yogurt,
The variety of fresh fruit,
Plates of soft muffins,
And you enjoy every moment.
What do I have for breakfast?
I have hope drenched in war,
Thoughts overflowing with pain,
Conflicts assorted with hate and fate.
I have love smeared with shame,
Memories drowning in fear,
Conflicts towering empty chances.
I have spoonfuls of doubt,
The variety of soft journeys,
And I always swallow it whole.
by Allan Terry |
Categories:
fish, food, french, hilarious, love, mentor, music,
They found
ground green peppers
Ground ground onions
Ground garlic
.ground cucumbers
Cultured buttered milk
Cayeene pepper
Ground shrimp
Ground catfish
Some flour and eggs
Mixed well
And rolled in bread crumbs
Fried crisp
And served with a tart
Candied ginger
yogurt tartar sauce
Man that's some
Delicious great tasting goodness
by Ilene Bauer |
Categories:
food, granddaughter, grandson,
Yogurt smoothies, Cocoa Puffs,
Mac & cheese and chicken;
Mushrooms, couscous, turkey (sliced)
And lots of snacks for pickin’.
Cheetos, corn chips, Goldfish,
Peaches, olives and a plum;
Watermelon, cantaloupe
And still, there’s more to come…
Swiss cheese, pickles, Kit Kats
And some mini ice-cream cones;
Yummy corn still on the cob,
Organic milk for bones.
Sautéed broccoli and oh,
Some lemon poppy muffins,
All to fill the bellies
Crying out for constant stuffins’.
A weekend with the grandkids
Is exhausting but so sweet
Just as long as we supply the food
They really love to eat.
by M. L. Kiser |
Categories:
appreciation, blue, emotions, food, fruit, poetry,
Oh how I love blueberries!
Those tiny round baubles of blue, energize my very being.
Soft, sweet pebble blues, floating in my yogurt
make my tongue dance and palate sing; of all fruits, they are my favorite.
Blueberries raw or baked in a pie; blueberry cobbler, muffins or juice;
it matters not the form I enjoy; blueberries keep me from being blue.
Except for when, my cat, swallowed a blueberry muffin wrapper and got her stomach pumped; but that was an accident you see; she loves blueberries, like me.
If I were reincarnated as fruit, I’d want to be a blueberry;
to be eaten and highly cherished by, a blueberry devotee like me.
by Josh Moore South Dakota |
Categories:
humanity, ireland, lost love, love, love hurts, magic, marriage,
Antiquated pipeline geysers ravage starry nebulae, blast ash. The hurricane bankrupts reed origami masts. It splits overripe pomegranates. Wild animal guitar buzzes, echoing through shattered valleys.
Electrified abdomen dowels bobble and quiver. Balloons, gemstones, hot coals ululate. Feral cello cherries frost and educate potholes. They mold cracked roads into jagged mosaics of fire and ice.
Fractured aqueduct sprays liquid yogurt galaxies across the void. The tempest collapses bamboo paper cranes. It bursts ripe garnet figs. Savage harp lion roars. Untamed lyre berries chant anthems.
by Ghairo Daniels |
Categories:
deep, emotions, growth, heartbreak, lost love, love, pain,
DISAPPEARANCE
Light baptised my forsaken body
red whirling a glimmering ocean
Perseidon’s crystalline tears
drip-dropped into mine
manifesting oyster shells
Odysseus smiled blinking
compassion from diamond
rays of Arcturus
embalming my shoulders
with his terrible travels
Silent my soulmate disappeared
crawling onto an opposite bank
into fields of chaffed wheat
towards abyss black
She moulted into grains of rice
or maybe a ladybird’s swoon
floating between Venus wings
seeking her paintbrushes
cleaned and singing
I sought strawberry
yogurt
What else could
sorrow do ?
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2013
by Fritz Purdum |
Categories:
birthday,
Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to me
another year older
and for that I am happy
Cake and ice cream
Cake and ice cream
no sugar cake with low fat yogurt
smiling because I am happy
Too many candles to blow
Too many candles to blow
thanks for the reminder
I am so old and I am happy
Handkerchief and neck tie
Handkerchief and neck tie
the same gifts every year
so grateful and I am happy
The whole gang is here
The whole gang is here
full of love and fun cheer
yes, I am happy