Our Mother's at a Meeting
Our mother's at a meeting
for some big, important deal,
and couldn't be at home tonight
to cook the evening meal.
She left some short directions
for my sister just to follow.
Instead my sister cooked up things
impossible to swallow.
Like Brussels sprouts in vinegar
and jellybeans in mustard,
an onion-pickle pudding
and a lemon-radish custard.
She burned a stick of butter
'til the house was filled with smoke,
then fried a pound of pepper
with a half an artichoke.
She put a whole banana
in the blender with a steak,
then mixed it up with tunafish
and baked it in a cake.
She stirred some chocolate ice cream
with garbanzo beans and bacon.
A single bite was all it took
to leave me feeling shaken.
We should have ordered pizza
but we didn't know, alas,
my sister is the only kid
who flunked her cooking class.
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Our Mother's at a Meeting
Our mother's at a meeting
for some big, important deal,
and couldn't be at home tonight
to cook the evening meal.
She left some short directions
for my sister just to follow.
Instead my sister cooked up things
impossible to swallow.
Like Brussels sprouts in vinegar
and jellybeans in mustard,
an onion-pickle pudding
and a lemon-radish custard.
She burned a stick of butter
'til the house was filled with smoke,
then fried a pound of pepper
with a half an artichoke.
She put a whole banana
in the blender with a steak,
then mixed it up with tunafish
and baked it in a cake.
She stirred some chocolate ice cream
with garbanzo beans and bacon.
A single bite was all it took
to leave me feeling shaken.
We should have ordered pizza
but we didn't know, alas,
my sister is the only kid
who flunked her cooking class. |
Poet Seers - Poem of the Day
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| A The Absolute |
No mind, no form, I only exist;
Now ceased all will and thought;
The final end of Nature's dance,
I am it whom I have sought.
A realm of Bliss bare, ultimate;
Beyond both knower and known;
A rest immense I enjoy at last;
I face the One alone.
I have crossed the secret ways of life,
I have become the Goal.
The Truth immutable is revealed;
I am the way, the God-Soul.
My spirit aware of all the heights,
I am mute in the core of the Sun.
I barter nothing with time and deeds;
My cosmic play is done.
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