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CJ Sutherland Apr 18
Close
Your
Eyes
Imagine
This is your
First experience
Of Our Easter
Traditions

First
Time
Tasting
Turkey
With all
The fixing
Stuffing

Whipped Mash Potato
Green Bean Casserole  
Taste buds wet yet
Smell the
Decadent
Aroma

Candied Yams
Cranberry Sauce Sauce
Hot Dinner Rolls
Pumpkin Pie
Whipped
Cream

All made
From Scratch
Two cultures
Converged
Enjoy

A
Family
Of Ten
Is A
Massive
Feast
To
Unfold
I’m told
Quite
Natural
For Me
You see

First
Hold hands
And Pray

Thank God
In what
You
Do and Say

Etiquette
Emily Post
At her best
No uncouth
Banter

Rather A
Splendid
Repartee

Use
the proper
utensil
Sit up
Straight
Posture
Is a
Big
Deal

Don’t
Be
Late
Napkin
In your
Lap

Manners
Pass the
Peas
Please
Thank you
You’re
Welcome

Life
Lessons
Start
At the
Table
Visitors
Apropos
If you’re
Able
Collaborate
Life
Is
Great


Inspired song;
We are family
By Sister Sledge official video 1979

BLT Webster’s Word of the day challenge
4-18-25 Collaborate
To work with a person or a group in order to do or achieve something

4-17-25 Uncouth
Uncouth describes things, such as language or behavior that are in polite or socially unacceptable. A person acting in a rude way.
My grandsons new wife grew up
not celebrating our Easter tradition
When I was growing up for Easter, we used to eat ham until I was an adult and I realized Ham is not something Christians should be having on most sacred day of Easter
A ham is considered an unclean animal.
Although the Bible refers to it for Jews, if you look back to all the diseases came out from eating ham, that’s a good enough reason to stay away from it. Yes, that means bacon too…
so I reverted back to Thanksgiving tradition. We tend to think everybody does the same thing for each events, but how wrong I was.
Pitter Patter, Pitter Patter
Man’s cries, children's laughter
Leaving home, an infinite daughter
Maybe if I cared more, loved harder
If they didn't leave me, my mind altered
Then I wouldn't be here, a complete disaster
Crumbling like weak plaster

I am here after all
Waiting for that morning call
Worrying about a forever fall
Did I even have the gall?
To throw that curve-ball?
I’d never felt so small
Though I won't let it be my downfall
I'll come back again like rainfall

I am not who I was
I applied the gauze
Even though I was the cause
I never broke our laws
They sank into my, their razor-sharp claws
Straight to the bone, they gnawed
Then, suddenly, they paused
Started with their slow applause
A joke of the court, I was

So I told them no
They packed in their big show
Set off with precious cargo
All they were was fake snow.
Daniel Tucker Dec 2024
Tolling hungrily the hollow bell
High in pious belfry hung.

Lofty words as pride dictates
From deep in cavernous dwellings
To keep a doctrine as one
Keeps hope of the future
Locked in a chest --
The ritual of past and present notions.

Receding line at edge of seaboard
Feeding on dry land the watery grave
Filled with borrowed sentiments adrift.
The open sea -- open sores of prejudice

Cut off from inlets of vision and reason.
Preserved as Lenin's body under glass.
Copyright ©2024
Daniel Tucker

Religion without spirituality. Just going through the rituals, the motions. no depth
Have we given up, is it just traders,
Driving the rest of us, in their bus today,
The appreciation of our country, the building blocks,
From our countries past, will be lost, plans in motion now,
No more teaching history class.
It’s sad, at least to me, there are legal age people,
Grown raised in America, that, do not know, and understand,
The reason behind, the Thanksgiving Holiday, although,
When the Holiday is over, the talk of the town, will be,
What the taxi service charged, to bring that big spread to me.
Wow, it’s gone to that, from planning, recipes, a day and a half cooking,
The ladies, teaching their daughters, tricks of the trade, to pass to,
Their children, yes hundreds of years, celebrating Thanksgiving Holiday.
In the beginning, neighbors, families, joined and shared, a big feast,
The men, their sons, hunted all year for meat, planted gardens,
Brought wood inside for heat, and to cook. What happened? It’s gone to,
Every family, in their own home, many do not know, their neighbors,
The Pilgrims & Indians, even shared the first Thanksgiving together.
This one is up to the adults, to keep Thanksgiving a meaningful tradition.
The schools seem to be out of the, patriotism, and religious,
Teachings, exactly what kept this country together, and strong.
In this life, all we leave, are memories for others,
Some of the best, are made and remembered from Holidays.
(Just a reminder, it’s not polite to say Grace, while looking at your phone.)
                                                         ­                                                               
          The Original: Tom Maxwell © 09/28/2024 AD
MetaVerse Sep 2024
Edgar Allan Poe
Never wrote a poem about a crow,
But he did write a poem about a misbehavin'
Raven.
Zywa Aug 2024
Myths are real, they are

stronger than facts, tradition --


creating stories.
Play "The Servants and the Snow" (1970, Iris Murdoch), Act Two

Iris Murdoch uses the myth of 'ius primae noctis' (right of the first night / droit du seigneur) in this play

Collection "Unspoken"
MetaVerse Aug 2024
We're fishes in the internet
Caught in the catch of net the day.
The smartest smartphones place a bet
That some night soon you'll meet a gray.
A U.F.O. (or, as they say
In England Land, a yoofo) flies
From where sweet baby scarecrows play
And eye the stars with googly eyes.

While sweating drops of acid sweat,
A cyborg prays away the gay.
A covid sneeze that's extra wet
Is heading thine iambic way.
Tuberculariaceae......
Is the password!  You win the prize!!
Ride on a rocket to Mars, crochet,
And eye the stars with googly eyes.

If you should dance a minuet,
Throw in a twerk for Claude Monet.
I fly around a jumbo jet
While crying, "Climate change!  Obey!!"
Unqualified I fly (hooray!)
A plane that fails hardwarewise.  
Olympic athletes play croquet
And eye the stars with googly eyes.

Enjoy a ride in Santa's sleigh
Before you make your reindeer pies.
Shake thou the darling buds of May,
And eye the stars with googly eyes.


MetaVerse Jul 2024
Here I sit unbroken-hearted:
I tried to ****, and did, and farted.
Here I sit by fate or chance:
For *******, sitting's the proper stance.


David Hilburn Jun 2024
How is yet, our soul purpose?
Aged reciprocation, a queue of wrath
Since apt, is a war with no host...
Places of passion, set to a music to never add

Odd, the taste
Of vehemence's flower
Set to sweeter haste
Implied ordeals have a certain power...

Mercy, no more...
A mirror of lewd fantasy
Seeing me step forward
Has harbored, my indignity...

Salt, I know you
Quiet, when fingers of the sun
Arrange the day, for a wind to blow
An image saving not, from a seldom, so cunning...

Professed voices
With a moment, to look and see...
A curse so sweet, presence of a choice
That has a hand, for each blindness we be...
Can't promiscuity actually get you laid?
Zywa May 2024
The statues destroyed,

temples without a roof, gods --


that are still alive.
Poem 29. "Ionikón" ("Ionic", 1911, Konstantinos Kaváfis)

Collection "Held/True"
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