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In the commissary where I work, one priority is Speed. The restaurants want their prepared food, and they want it pronto. They will take Pretty Fast over Pretty every time.

This page is like that. I just had to get it done, and polishing it up would have cost me hours. Other pages will demand finesse; this one does not.

If Need Be

In a tough entangling web

It’s a time when your hopes ebb

Fear and hopelessness presage

Finding rescue–Draw that page

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This Time

Take a number mon petit

Halve it with your bread and ghi

Infinitely numbers teem

Setting pace and mood and theme

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Lean On Me

Let’s help each other grow and bloom

Engaging in opposing doom

And new horizons come to be

No nastiness that we can see

..

In the word balloons:

He: We NEED this…

She: …and it is Nice.

She: Tea & Ghi time!

He: …the Tripod…

She: …is mightier than the Stick.

He: Now let’s go…

She: .walking uphill…

They: …into the glorious sunset.

Sun: Crazy kids!

Here is a syrupy, sappy, cartoony glimpse at romantic love. Cupid fires a barrage of love-arrows at a couple who is already kissing. Cupid gets undeserved bragging rights because the love was already there. What a devious creep Cupid can be!

true LOVE real

there’s a sleevéd heart to wear

romance comes for two to share

ultra-laved in buttered shea

eh, laissez entrer le Soleil

I don’t know what Shea Butter is, but it must be good stuff, judging from all the advertising, so I laved. Mostly I needed to rhyme a word ending with A and a word ending in L.

The last line roughly translates from the French as “What the Hell, let the sunshine in.” Cheers!

Change a month & catch a Thrill/Sketch a drooping Daffodil/Plan some stuff you never do/Don’t be scared–it’s only New

Monthly Renewal

My O my, the Calendar has flipp’d a fresh page over

Out goes August; in September; cooling may ensue

Nonetheless the night sky now includes a blown-up Nova, ‘n

There in Horsehead Nebula some brand new stars are due

Here on Earth’s September we obey unwritten law

Let the lightning flash & thunder growl with sis boom ba

Yay for fresh new months that well reward our wherewithal

Menagerie

Making friends again with clay

Efferversced your mood today

Notwithstanding sky-so-gray–

Amplified that riff-strewn sound;

Gotten butterflies astound

Everyone with what you’ve found.

Raise a glass to absent friends.

Iridescent dusk descends

East to west where rainbow wends.

a bitch

bemoan

(the things that you say when you’re there all alone)

see stuff

deride

(on the sarcasm sea ne’er-say-wells well abide)

egads

eff this

(it’s best to stop bitching and walk drive or kiss)

.

get out your new groceries

have a hereinafter

indicate your pleasure with a

jaunt of

kitschy

laughter

make a

naked spectacle

of

perishable

quests

rigorize

some

tangled

use of

varicolored nests

double you and toss on plate a fine and

extra me

why? hey, why NOT? let us scrap our

zealouslessness–BE!

It is my good fortune to see this lovely woman almost every day. She slices turkey and ham, and I slice tomatoes, and we work across from each other in a gigantic kitchen, preparing foodstuffs for airport restaurants.

Her name is Kendra, and somehow it has become part of our workday to say “It’s good to see you” to each other, first chance we get. Yesterday there was more, though. I told her that for Valentine’s Day I was offering custom Valentine poems to any of my female Facebook friends who wanted one. Kendra smiled and suggested that I do one for her.

So yesterday I did. Here’s what she pulled out of the envelope on her break today:

Inside is a custom-made Valentine poem:

K is for Keeping your calm in the storm

E is your Eyes so dark-chocolatey warm

N is for Numinous–magical, bright

D is Delightful, a so-welcome sight

R is your Rich Voice of velvet and sun

A is Adorable–you’re #1!!!

And, you know, Friends, she does, they are, she is, she is, it is, and she is. This is one of the easiest Acrostics I have ever written. The words just leaped out as I thought of my friendly, consummately professional, drop-dead-gorgeous co-worker, of whom I am quite fond.

PS–she kind of liked the poem. 🙂