Petri-dish
Your love is like salad in a salad Petri-dish,
But, bounded in the myth of paradise! !
However, the pivoting labour of your muse acts like flaccid breasts;
And, tomorrow is the opening of your hot meal to the masses,
For, you are very much noted in this village.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Polk Salad Annie
(words & music by tony joe white)
Some of you all never been down south too much...
I gonna tell you a little story, so youll understand where Im talking about
Down there we have a plant that grows out in the woods and the fields,
And it looks something like a turnip green.
Everybody calls it polk salad. now thats polk salad.
Used to know a girl that lived down there and
Shed go out in the evenings to pick a mess of it...
Carry it home and cook it for supper, cause thats about all they had to eat,
But they did all right.
Down in louisiana
Where the alligators grow so mean
Lived a girl that I swear to the world
Made the alligators look tame
Polk salad annie
gators got your granny
Everybody said it was a shame
For the mama was working on the chain-gang
What a mean, vicious woman
Everyday before suppertime
Shed go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess of polk salad
And carry it home in a tote sack
Polk salad annie
gators got you granny
Everybody said it was a shame
cause the mama was working on the chain-gang
Whoo, how wretched, dispiteful, straight-razor totin woman,
Lord have mercy.
Sock a little polk salad to him
Yeah, you know what, yeah, yeah
But daddy was a lazy and a no-count
Claimed he had a bad back
All her brothers were fit for
Was stealing watermelons out of my truck
For once polk salad annie
gators got your granny
Everybody said it was a shame
For the mama was working on the chain-gang
Sock a little polk salad to him
You know what meets a meal mention
You sock a little
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah
Chic a bon, chic a bon, chic a bon bon bon bon
Chic a bon, chic a bon, chic a bon bon bon bon
Sock a little polk salad to him
You know what meets a meal mention
Sock a little polk salad to him
You know what meets a meal mention
Chinc, chinc, chinc, chin, ling, ling ling
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Word Salad
Like veggie salad tossed here and there
Random words mix up good meaning
Spiced up musings everywhere
The taste of which is quite confusing.
So I looked and read classic poetry
Perchance there find some gourmet score
Hoping my diligence gets the recipe
For the word salad I am looking for.
Salads taste nice with a little dressing
And thrown about words may hit some cue
I guess I could never do salad writing
So I stick to rhyme in the poems I do.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Fast Food Plan
Drive up to a window. Buy yourself a meal.
Think before you order. Get the biggest deal.
Eat it while you're driving. Boy does this taste good.
Throw away the wrappers just the way you should.
Back again tomorrow. I'll take a number 2.
Now I've got the combo. This is something new.
Brought a coupon with me. Saved me quite a lot.
Looked into the mirror. My stomach's like a pot.
Lookin' at the menu. Try a healthy meal.
So much salad in it. This is no big deal.
Rather have some fries. The oil's better now.
So why do I feel queasy and bigger than a cow?
Maybe just a milkshake. Nothing else today.
Milk is always healthy. That is what they say.
Good thing it's the weekend.Have some time to cook.
Feeling better already. This is all it took?
Here's the Sunday paper. WOW! Now here's a deal.
Buy 2 get one free plus a Happy Meal.
Back to work tomorrow. Take these coupons too.
This is so much easier. 'Give me a number 2.'
poem by Edwina Reizer
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We don't need a melting pot in this country, folks. We need a salad bowl. In a salad bowl, you put in the different things. You want the vegetables - the lettuce, the cucumbers, the onions, the green peppers - to maintain their identity. You appreciate differences.
quote by Jane Elliot
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Ahinful
In the thick forest of my own village,
With the light from the moon to guide us on;
But, this valley is 12 feet wide! !
And like the muse of love in the land of many roses.
Stand, brand, and, strand, band, grand, land, Ireland;
And like the muse of love around a candle stand,
But this moon gives us light in the dark around this village.
Words!
Being with the muse of kindness;
Love!
Being with a child in this village;
Works!
Labouring in pain;
But near at hand to respect your muse! !
For, the light of the moon guides us on in this village.
Plan and scheme,
Hope and dreams,
Works and acts,
And, to secure a place! !
But, Ahinful my lover is still in the thick forest.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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So in our pride we ordered for breakfast an omelet, toast and coffee and what has just arrived is a tomato salad with onions, a dish of pickles, a big slice of watermelon and two bottles of cream soda.
quote by John Steinbeck
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Miserable
Miserable, able, era, are, ear, bear, bare, beam, bale, ale, sear, mare, lease, is, lies, arms, ease;
Of few days on your love and of several days to understand your ways!
But sternly noted is the muse of your act;
However you are not so important after all,
Because you failed to honour your promise! !
Miserable, lame, meal, bars, bears, bares, me, am, raise, ram rise, mire, male, arm, lie, ream;
Of the love that we shared when your muse was much noted to all!
But we are all in this game together;
However you are not so important after all,
Because you failed to honour your promise! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Raffael
The full vigour of your imagination and,
Of the beauty of your love in the land of peace;
But, you are the seasoned affection on my love.
Your name is Raffael and, i will drink and eat on this muse!
For you are like the romantic bush-meat in my village.
The bunches of fire-woods! !
Surprisingly noted within the muse of your love;
And like the sun's ray of love from the Western Sky,
But, let me tell 'Maami Abaa Yaa' thart, you are my lover.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Cattle Food
AN ELDERLY NATIVE WENT VISITING AT A CITY, AND ON HIS ARRIVAL, HIS HOST QUICKLY TOOK HIM TO AN EXPENSIVE RESTAURANT FOR A WELCOME MEAL!
WHAT WILL BE YOUR ORDER TODAY SIR? A WAITRESS ASKED THE CITIZEN AND HE REPLIED, MY USUAL WOULD BE IN ORDER! AND THE WAITRESS TURNED TO THE ELDERLY NATIVE AND SAID, SIR! WHAT WOULD BE YOUR ORDER? AND THE NATIVE REPLIED, MY USUAL WOULD BE IN ORDER!
THE WAITRESS ASSUMING THAT THEY BOTH WANTED THE CITIZEN'S USUAL PLATE OF VEGETABLE SALAD, WALKED OFF TO GET THE FOOD.
ON HER RETURN WITH THE FOOD, THE CITIZEN IMMEDIATTELY BEGAN TO EAT HIS FOOD, WHILE THE ELDERLY NATIVE SAT FROWNING AT THE PLATE OF SALAD PLACED BEFORE HIM, AFTER A WHILE, HE ASKED HIS HOST, DEAR FRIEND, WAS YOURS WELL COOKED? MINE LOOKS AS IF IT WASN'T EVEN COOKED AT ALL!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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Revoked
Revoked,
Battle,
Multitude,
Pestilence,
Without! !
But your sweet muse is very much noted by all.
Revoked, reed, deer, dove, doe, drove, revoke!
Withn and without;
But your sweet muse is very much noted by all,
And you came out of the war alive.
Revoked, veer, ore, roe, rode, rove, rod, red, do;
Within and without!
And like the joy of your works at hand;
But your sweet muse is now noted by all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Perfect Poet
He says he is a perfect poet.
He lives alone, with his perfect mate.
& sometimes they don't even speak,
So perfectly do they 'communicate.'
He lives alone, his greatest pleasures are
His pipes, his books, his wife's behind-
Which he will often pinch to hear her laugh;
He's got a perfect love for womankind.
He seldom writes, distrusting language as
A clumsy tool, unequal to his thoughts:
He uses it as rarely as he can
(No doubt to punish it for all its faults).
But when he writes, he keeps the upper hand
(On principle, since words are enemies).
He melts them down, then counterfeits his own-
A kind of literary alchemy.
He's fortunate to have a perfect muse.
A live-in muse, who cooks inspiringly;
And sometimes after an ambrosial meal,
He'll grab his pen, composing feverishly
A perfect poem, describing in detail
The salad, wine, the roast in buttery baste.
And reading it, his musing wife agrees
That every line smacks of his perfect taste.
poem by Erica Jong
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We've Seen It All
Net, wet, met, let, pet, set, vet, jet, get;
He's seen it all and you've seen it all.
Connector,
Points,
And of a large opening!
I've seen it all and you've seen it all;
But your smaller opening is all about the muse of your love.
Into the deep ocean is the muse of your love,
And like the joy of the stars up high above us!
But, i've seen it all and we've seen it all;
Because, this sweet muse of joy is all about your love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Phase Two
Things are not the same as they use to be!
And like the muse of your love 20 years ago;
But my sweet muse to you is like the works of joy! !
For the muse of hate is never noted to me;
And, i will always stay around you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Wine And Eggs
Give him wine and eggs from your home,
And he will dance naked all day long!
For the muse of his life is all about women,
And he cannot do without them! !
This is like the works of love across his lovers,
And like the beautiful flowers of love!
But everything was made to satisfy him,
Because his life is well noted in this village! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Guedi
Guedi is my name and i am from the land of many waters,
But you came along to see what i do behind me when the calls came;
For the days of man are like the days of unrest,
But joy is it if we can live in peace with one another on this earth.
The fruit of your love is now being shared up by many!
And like the numbers of the houses in your village;
Because you are very much noted by your acts,
But, the heavy winds were much experienced by all of us last night.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Love, like a chicken salad or restaurant hash, must be taken with blind faith or it loses its flavor.
quote by Helen Rowland
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Climax Of Life
The melody of the climax of life,
And to sing the muse of your love;
Set up by laws to keep me going,
And like the plaintiff and the defendant.
Security intelligence,
Absent without a leave on this muse;
But, where were you last night?
Of a lover's complaint to the history of life,
And the cost of the labour of love!
For the bloodstain was seen in your panties;
So put on your belt without the muse of your lover.
To the woe of the savannah trail,
I will find my feet again and to believe in you;
And like my personal achievements and awards,
Because i am along the side of love with my peaceful mind!
Don't be like a pastor who wanted to kill his wife,
And like the wild cat behind the tree of love!
For the acts as seen in the church room of yesterday and today are like,
All that motivated her to ask me to marry her.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Strange Restaurant
I said, 'I'll take the T-bone steak.'
A soft voice mooed, 'Oh wow.'
And I looked up and realized
The waitress was a cow.
I cried, 'Mistake--forget the the steak.
I'll take the chicken then.'
I heard a cluck--'twas just my luck
The busboy was a hen.
I said, 'Okay no, fowl today.
I'll have the seafood dish.'
Then I saw through the kitchen door
The cook--he was a fish.
I screamed, 'Is there anyone workin' here
Who's an onion or a beet?
No? Your're sure? Okay then friends,
A salad's what I'll eat.'
They looked at me. 'Oh,no,' they said,
'The owner is a cabbage head.'
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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One of a kind
My D.N.A’s in disarray
Genetically I am quite mad,
I just found out the other day
I never had a proper dad.
They hatched me on a petri dish.
From bits of that and bits of this
and kept it warm to incubate
How I turned out was left to fate
I finished up a vertebrate
but I will never find a mate.
In all the world I am unique
I shall not live to be antique.
I’m six feet tall and three feet broad
and I blow bubbles when I’m bored.
From both my ears I swear it’s true
Now that is something you can’t do.
My greatest hero’s Frankenstein
who was the first to recombine
Assorted parts into a whole
that could compose a barcarole.
The promised me before I die
go to that great Lab in the sky
They’ll do their best to raise a clone
so I wont feel quite so alone.
There is one snag, their plan will fail
for any clone would be a male.
I won’t be happy I am not gay
a male won’t chase my blues away.
I think I’d rather be alone
when all is said and all is done
I have no wish to procreate
a family without a mate.
For single parents life is hard
a lot of work with small reward
I’ll concentrate on breeding fish
I WILL NOT wed a petri dish.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Capdepera
'Capdepera', creep, reap, drape, pad, peep, prep, peer;
And, all over the world!
But the Martel lake is part of your muse.
'Capdepera', cap, cape, ape, pear, rape, rap, red, deer, cad;
With the works of your muse to expose your acts!
For, you are now noted among others.
'Capdepera', dear, read, ear, era, are, deep, pea, reed;
Moving around and climbing so high! !
But, with the muse of mind to rest at last.
Exceptional!
All year round;
And like the cave of the dragon! !
But, very deep into the pitch.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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