Category: A New Poem Every Morning

The Five Stages of Food Grief

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Denial
Eggs can’t be bad for me
I’m sure I read an article
that told me that they wouldn’t hurt
my ventricles and hearticles.

Anger
Drat it! Everything I like
has cholesterol and salt.
I should smack the manufacturer.
It’s all his gol dern fault.

Bargaining
I could eat a steak today
then for the next two weeks
drink water, and browse melba toast,
and  salads laced with leeks.

Depression
Oh, I give up. If it tastes good
I should probably spit it out.
I won’t live any longer but
it’ll feel that way, no doubt.

Acceptance
What is this? Guacamole?
Whole grain bread, home made jam?
Food’s better when it’s fresh
and doesn’t come out of a can.

#272

Medical Degree

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A medical degree is a powerful piece of paper that
can convince you to drive 100 kilometers and
wait in a hard chair for an hour
so a total stranger can shoot
a laser into your eyes,
not once, but several times,
even if it hurts – and he gets paid for it.
Should have been a doctor instead of a poet…

 

#271

After All These Years

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After all these years I still delight in your laughter,
still live in your eyes, as you live in mine.
After all these years, going forward to forever
is the same as going backwards, or just standing side by side.

After all these years, how did life get sweeter
when we were so certain it was perfect at the start?
After all these years our souls have grown together
two trees that twine their branches, impossible to part.

After all these years, it seems like a hundred,
and it seems like a second, all at the same time.
After all these years, one more is just a number,
cause we count our lives in other ways, after all these years.

 

#269

Happy Birthday to my darling partner.

Food Fear 4 – Sweet Tooth

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Sweet tooth, sweet tooth, tell the truth.
Eat the pudding, see the proof.
Step on scale then hit the roof.
Sweet tooth, sweet tooth, tell the truth!

Sweet tooth, sweet tooth, take a break.
Get that eye tooth off that cake.
Too much sweets is a mistake.
Sweet tooth, sweet tooth, take a break!

Sweet tooth, sweet tooth, aren’t you full?
Wisdom tooth thinks you’re a fool.
Keep this up, you’ll all get pulled!
Sweet tooth, sweet tooth, aren’t you full?

Sweet tooth, sweet tooth, show restraint!
Sweets are nice but bingeing ain’t,
neither’s putting on more weight.
Sweet tooth, sweet tooth, show restraint!

Zip the lip, clench the jaw, shut the mouth, and show restraint!

 

#268

Food Fear
Food Fear 2
Food Fear 3

Backhoe Blues

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I got the following the backhoe at 15 miles an hour blues
I got the following that backhoe at 15 miles an hour blues
Even trucks pullin’ trailers pass us by like yesterday’s news.

I drank a pot of tea this mornin’and it’s causing me some pain
I drank a whole pot of tea this mornin’ and it’s causing me some pain.
If I don’t find a bathroom I may never uncross these eyes again.

Oh, my red lights are flashin’, flashin’ a warning sign
My red lights are flashin’, yes, I’m your warning sign.
Ten miles left to go and I’m bored right outta my mind.

I got the following the backhoe at 15 miles an hour blues
I got the following that backhoe at 15 miles an hour blues
Tappin’ breaks for hours now my foot’s asleep in my shoe.

Well when we get home, I’m gonna park right in the yard
Oh when we get home, gonna park this red truck in the yard
And if you ever ask me to do this again, gonna have think real hard. 

I got the following the backhoe at 15 miles an hour blues……

#267

(This was written with my friend Cynthia in mind, she loves the blues and jazz and she knows what I was doing for three and a half hours yesterday, lol!)

The Old Singer

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The old Singer stands in the corner waiting,
legs still slim and pretty, veneer still holding,
though the years have left their scars.
And sometimes I let her sing again,
let her merrily ‘chat-chat-chat-chat-chat’
as we pass the cloth back and forth,
like old times.
But yesterday I sat with threaded needle and
quietly sewed by hand.
She seems to sleep more now a days,
in her corner, on her slim and pretty legs.

 

#266

One Letter Later

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Solve, Solver, Resolve
Revolve, Revolver, Revolter,
Loiterer, Reorient, Overtire,
Retrieve, Reliever, Relieves,
Reviles, Restive, Sterile,
Toilers, Outliers, Resolute,
Troubles, Absolute, Tableaus,
Adulates, Adulate, Default,
Deflate, Floated, Bloated,
Albedos, Absolved, Absolve.

#265

In case you didn’t notice – each word is only one letter away from the one before it, either a letter was added, dropped, or swapped. I enjoyed the scenarios that played through my imagination as I progressed through the evolution from solve to absove; hope you do too 🙂

The Dream

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I had a dream last night
of walking down a familiar street yet
the houses were old and gray
and I was young.
The air was cool and unbreathed and
seethed with ideas unthought,
dreams only starting to prickle the edge
of consciousness.

I had a dream last night
of a familiar place in an unfamiliar time.
Night fell like a silent blanket and no light shone
but the ghosts of candles
lighting the path for late wayfarers,
and the liquid glow of starlight and moonlight
playing on edges and dabbling ponds.

I had a dream last night,
then I awoke to the song of the wild goose calling
goodbye.

 

#264

Happy Birthday Lisa

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Friends forever fly apart
so slowly,
and now somehow you are somewhere
on this planet but I have no idea
where that is
and I have trouble remembering
my grandchildren’s birthdays
yet I can always remember yours.
Happy birthday, friend of my childhood,
wherever you are.

 

#263