no dead birds in the oven
no innards in the stuffing
nor fatty drippings to be scraped and poured

the smell of roasted veggies
wafts through  the wintry air
pumpkin and sweet potatoes
marshmallows  green beans  lentils
turnips  & collard greens
hashed browns & black-eyed peas
quinoa  sorghum cuscus hummus
carrots  leak  broccoli Romanescu
gumbo in southern regions
wild rice dishes in the north
tastily spiced with turmeric
cumin and baked paprika
Indian curry  soy sauce  chipotle
as well as with the usual suspects
of garlic  salt  and pepper
and whatever fits the taste of hosts

in short
a venerable feast to demonstrate
how nature feeds us a large cornucopia
of plants for our delight and sustenance

in short
no need to **** a bird

                * *

And those little smirks you do still gets me
But not as hard and I guess that's a start

At the end of the day, you're the only one sleeping.

My eyes watery, your eyes closed;

My brain racing and yours doesn't know.

i.

Once was lost
Now am found;
She unearthed me
She birthed me
In amour's
Shroud;

ii.

Once was blind
Though now I seeith;
She made me her own
Into her abode,
Mine soul she freeith.

iii.

Once was deaf
With nothing left;
Though I prayed
And beseeched,
For the Lord's
Dear best.

iv.

Once was dead
Though now
Alive; tis I
Foundeth heaven,
In queen Jane's eye's.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication-filipino rose