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Mayo And Fries


The whole world knows that
Adding vinegar to chips and fish
Turns the whole offering into
An almost Earth shattering dish,
But how many people know
How many people realise
The amazing effect to be had
By adding Mayo to your fries.

Almost a Damascus Road event
The first time that you try it
Just take the humble spud
And very quickly deep fry it
Then take a huge dollop of
That thick yellow stuff
Don´t worry just how much
You can never have enough

A nice thick blob to make
A very tasty tasty dip
Then use one by one
On every single chip.
An explosion of joy
Follows each immersion
It really is a case of
Taste bud subversion.

Oh vinegar can be nice
It never ever goes to waste
But lather on the yellow stuff
For that cosmopolitan taste.
It´s the simpler things in life
That can give it zest and glow
Like a bag of red hot chips
And a jar of Hellman´s Mayo.


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dreamweaver

NO MEMORY OF MY FATHER


~NO MEMORY OF MY FATHER~

When everyone is thinking
about the memory of their fathers;
I have no memory of my father,
because he died when I was
only nine months old.

I carry memory of stories
told to me about my father,
by mother, aunt and grandfather;
that he was a great Engineer,
loving son, father and husband.

He was The Chief Engineer
in the State of Gondal in the
then British Raj in India.
He was Electrical, Mechanical
and Textile Engineer.

He became Member of famous
Chartered Institute of American Inventors
on the merit of his invention:
"Magnetic Vertical Rotary Loom"
in Nineteen hundred thirty*seven.
He had a heart attack and
died at the age of thirty*seven.

He took promise from my Mum to make
me an Electrical Engineer
and my Mum kept that promise.
I had only one goal to follow
my father´s footstep and
that is the memory
I carry in my heart.

I know a lot about my father but
I have no memory of my father
and I feel empty inside my heart.

Kris ~ Dreamweaver
www.poetrypoem.com/dreamweaver



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mypoems1186

Always Will Remain My Rose Garden



Always Will Remain My Rose Garden

Thinking promises, leaving glances unsure that clouds are blue, through the thickness of forest green with misty fields, filling each thought with a smile, a soft kiss from my angel, flying through the purple covered violets so beautiful, touching across my mind, in perfect Time.

Lingering along with glasses so rosy, they brought many days of pleasant dreams thrilling, I hang on, with happiness, my reality.

Thinking promises, watching roses die I see clouds over the swaying trees, days filled with angels, of mother earth, and her sweet creations.

A moment, a calm breeze whispers by, reminding me when oceans were bluish*green and his eyes staring past mine, in glowing wonder, now they pass so softly across the mind touching heart, with peace dreaming in comfort, hearing beats of my heart, in a rose garden that'll remain wondrous forever.

Caressing tightly life's treasures, growing sensationally happy, thoughts playing tunes echoing across the valley, touching down one more time before darkness appears with memories golden, bringing me my garden of love, promises, to be found in this adventure of growth, our garden flourishes, deeply found only in the soul.

((Our Rose Garden Sleeps Softly In Our Own Soul))

© DerenaBree(All rights reserved)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xdp4603B1IM


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afallinrose

No Longer


I am no longer waiting for a special occasion; I burn the best candles on ordinary days.
I am no longer waiting for the house to be clean; I fill it with people who understand that even dust is Sacred.
I am no longer waiting for everyone to understand me; It´s just not their task
I am no longer waiting for the perfect children; my children have their own names that burn as brightly as any star in the galaxy.
I am no longer waiting for the other shoe to drop; It already did, and I survived it all.
I am no longer waiting for the time to be right; the time is now.
I am no longer waiting for the mate who will complete me; I am grateful to be so warmly, tenderly held.
I am no longer waiting for a quiet moment; my heart can be stilled whenever it is called.
I am no longer waiting for the world to be at peace; I unclench my grasp and breathe peace in and out.
I am no longer waiting to do something great; being able to carry my grain of sand is enough.
I am no longer waiting to be recognized; I know that my value.
I am no longer waiting for Forgiveness; I forgive myself.

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sirricky

The Triumphant Believer


The Holy Spirit helps when weak,
But we do not know what to pray;
As we ought to know what we seek,
As long as we trust and obey.

For the Spirit will intercede,
On groaning too deep for words;
Of the things that we truly need,
Binding us up that Scripture girds.

He who is searching in the heart,
Knowing the mind of the Spirit;
For He intercedes to impart,
The will of God to the merit.

We know that for those who love God,
All things work together for good;
For those who will honor and laud,
To His purpose as what we should.

Those He foreknew to preordain,
Change to the image of His Son;
In order that He might attain,
Be the firstborn that would be done.

Those predestined He also called,
Those whom He called He justified;
That willingly honor and laud,
Assures that they are glorified.

What then shall we say to these things,
If God is for who is against;
As to what that the Father brings,
That has caused it to be commenced.

He had spared not of His own Son,
But gave Him up for all of us;
The war over sin has been won,
All because of the Son as thus.

Who shall charge against His elect,
When it is God who justifies;
Sitting on His right to select,
Any of those He glorifies.

Any of those He will condemn,
When Jesus Christ the One who died;
Slaughtered like sheep for all of them,
An invitation not denied.

Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer


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rob8534

Cold Is Agony´s Cage


Cold is agony’s cage
filled with rage and teeth
Heartless evil beast
Tears and sorrow seems endless
Though we pursue it with a fragile peace
Crying and suffering will end someday
But that’s in a future chapter
On another page
Where else could our eyes beg
to relieve us from this unyielding curse?
Agony and despair sown in our heart from birth.
The sincerity of man integrity has been bent
We are but broken petals
Mutilated and abused upon the concrete turf.

Copyrights 2020
Robert Anthony James

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poet5170

SWEEP IT IS NOW 11 YEARS




~~ SWEEP IT IS NOW 11 YEARS ~~

There`s a pain in my heart since I lost you Sweep
Inwardly and outwardly I can`t help but weep,
This pain is a measure of my love for you
I know without you my heart will always be blue.

I`ve not been the same since the day you died
I still have no shadow to walk by my side,
I miss you so much and it hurts so bad
That most of the time I just feel quite sad.

To look at a picture of you is still very hard
As losing you has left my heart badly scarred,
That scar will never heal I know this for sure
I know the pain that I feel I will have to endure.

My memories are all that I have left of you
And to your memory I will always be true,
I still walk the paths that we used to share
But it`s not the same now that you`re not there.

I often stand and stare at your favourite tree
And wish that you could be there with me,
I move on as too much nostalgia makes me sad
Really I should be happy for the times we had.

Out of shells I made a name plaque for you Sweep
And I`m going to lay it close to where you now sleep
It will be alongside the picture of you I have there
I will try to smile though I feel nothing but despair.

~~ ~~ ~~
Sweep June 1995 * 30th May 2009

Sweep you are my `FOREVER` heartache

copyright´2020 Elsie

Elsie`s Poetry ~*~ Poet5170
http://poetrypoem.com/poet5170


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gingersgenre

I Know, That I Know


I know my God is bigger than any problem
I might face, I believe his arm is not
Shortened, that it cannot save

I'm confident in his steadfast love for us
I know by his stripes we are healed, yes
I know, that I know, that I Know

Yet I weep, not for lack of faith, not because
I'm weak, simply that I'm a mother and my
Child has been given troubled tidings

I cry out to the Father In the darkness of
A cold dark morning, I plead for my child
As Mothers have done through the ages

I remind God of his word, I quote his promises
In his presence, I find blessed assurance, for I
Know, that I Know.



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