GENERATIONS OF KITCHENS

As I rush home with a store bought cake
I suddenly smell apple pie
Generations of older kitchens
Find me with stories to tell

The red velvet cake for my birthday
Smells like my teenage perfume
The grated lemons for the Chess Pie
Burnt cornbread that the birds ate

Being on my best behavior
So that I could sop the bowl
Nothing tasted better than pound cake
Raw and dripping down my chin

Cooking lessons all wrap around me
I sure learned more than I know
“Put the eggs in one at a time, dear”
Grandmother’s soothing sweet words

She poured bourbon over her fruitcake
I smell it like it was here
Christmas cookies and Christmas candies
Each one made with loving hands

My cake looks like cardboard with icing
Straight from an assembly line
No love, no thought, no cooking lessons
No aromas for me now

Ha! The time the roast burned in the oven
That stink lasted for three days
Covering now with the smell of bread
Fresh rolls with homemade butter

Warm hugs, laughs and flour on noses
Waft in on the breeze of now
As generations of kitchens share
Holding me true to their words
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DIESEL DROWNOUT

Okay, I get it your truck needs help
You can’t fix it in spite of yourself
That doesn’t mean that you won’t keep trying
My eardrums appear to be dying!

Out my window I see you in the road
Revving that truck to the mother load
Louder and louder that engine noise goes
Any minute I’ll hear “Thar she blows!”

My opened window that once shared a breeze
Now wafts an odor of decayed cheese
Down the window goes but not all the noise
Why can’t you go golfing with the boys?

Let’s talk about gas prices, Mr.Loud
It seems a bit much for that black cloud
You can’t be that rich if you’ve got that truck
Turn it off and save yourself a buck!

Wait! What is that? I can hear myself think
And, my entire house no longer stinks!
I guess I’ll just call this my lucky day
Your wife’s home with a “bucket” buffet!

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About him

His laugh was memorable

He shared so often

His words came from old sayings

He knew so many

His shoulders were very wide

He held me up high

His life was filled with good times

He let me join in

His rules were always obeyed

He kept me quite close

His love knew no boundaries

He knew that I knew

His family always came first

He made sure of it

His friends knew his true friendship

He laughed with them too

His spirit is still with me

He is in my heart

His love and laughter lives on

He was a great Dad

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MALIGNED

A woman showed up at my door today
Headed right for the mirror in the hall
Folks had said that I would see her at some point
But, I didn’t recognize her at all

She seemed fairly rushed as she past right by me
Then, she leaped through the glass of reflection
Stunned as I was, I just had to take a look
Yet unable to make the connection

She had changed to an old lady in gray
And, smiled to reveal her missing front teeth
I stared as she laughed while grabbing her wig
To show her flowing brown hair underneath

Her face was smooth and her eyes shown quite bright
I rubbed my own since I could not believe!
Was she a grandmother from long ago?
Who was she really trying to deceive?

Checking her look was all that she wanted
It was then that I learned she was not kind
She stopped quick and stared me down like a cat
It was indeed my face she had maligned

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This Is Not A Political Poem

While this is not a political poem
It is about elections
Most of us have quite a few in our past
And, some were true perfection

I’ll not argue over the right and wrong
About our next president
He makes a lot of folks very happy
Not all.. ‘tis evident!

Some will remember a young Kennedy
Others will think of Harry
Mention Nixon, Johnson or Reagan
Some will become quite wary

I guess what I’m really trying to say
Without stirring up trouble
A new president is about to start
So, let’s not burst a bubble

Whether you have a fit or tell a joke
He’s the President we’ve got
So, please my dear fellow Americans
Let’s have no panties in knots!

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When Regency Mall was COOL!

It was billed as heaven
Back in sixty-seven
When a new mall opened its doors

All our favorites were there
Sitting there in a square
We could park and shop and adore

People climbed in their cars
From close by and afar
To check out this new shopping place

Ladies with gloves and hats
Had to be “where it’s at”
This new mall got a grand embrace

Yet, the story is told
They were there for the cold
Air conditioning was sublime

They had none back at home
They were now free to roam
This “cool” didn’t cost them a dime

Back in sixty-seven
It was shopping heaven
Worth skipping class at the high school

When we first heard of Malls
Wow, did we have a ball!
Back when Regency Mall was “cool!”

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