#pickles
Purple pickle’s all the rage
At Gustav’s stand of lemonades
He sells them fast so don’t be late
Or when you’ll want one they’ll all be ate
He serves them out on cardboard plates
And stores them in old wooden crates
In which they float amongst sweet grapes
That give the pickles their special taste
And if by some odd twist of fate
You’ve got no teeth, then try the paste!
Purple pickle, mashed or stewed
Fried in oil or fondued
Try them now while they’re new
For next week they might just be blue
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 8:19 PM UTC
The fat, the grease,
of these in between days
stills my pen a little
So even if I wrestle
with another monumental year tick,
like the crack of doom
I look at the stuff in the fridge
and shrug
The existential crisis can wait
til the brie is done
and the crackers
have gone soft
Dec 30, 2021
Dec 30, 2021 at 4:37 PM UTC
he's such a sweet
such a sweet old man
he's a treat even though his feet smell like dead meat
an old ham
such a sweet old man
still ain't taking no **** wooden nickels!
his hands and creases smell like really dill pickles...
or pickle juice, as he says, because pickles make their own juice
i swear he thinks cucumbers are made from pickles
i haven't the heart to tell him and ruin his heaven waiting
a place where you don't have to buy pickles to get good pickle juice
such a sweet old man
10 dead animals living with him, if you include his wife, and the 3 dead rats in the traps
the other dead animals didn't matter anyhow...
they were all HER pets, just as he once was her pet
he's also going to die soon
and not matter
it doesn't bother the sweet old man one bit though
what bothers him is losing his pickle juicer when his wife died
he was sure he put it the root cellar...
on the 17th floor
of the hospital he lives in now
i haven't the heart to tell him and ruin his heaven waiting
such a sweet old man deserves heaven
the magnitude of the real pickle juice alone, that was better than pickle juice from the old days
when pickles were pure and pickle juice didn't have vinegar!
made that sweet old man's eyes light up and his heart flutter
he giggled, then he died so gently
such a sweet old man
dying gently
such a sweet old man
never did take no **** wooden nickels!
old ham
life never hurt him and death gently tickles
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 9:33 PM UTC
Disgusting,
tongue stuck out,
nose closed;
she always hated it,
and no matter what
we’d press and press,
forcing her to stomach
things she never wanted,
smelling that sourness,
those vinegar troubles
and tangy juice
covered in coercion;
we’d ask her time and time again
and never once did we respect her wishes.
*Why must I consume?
is it not enough to exist,
is that not enough consumption?
How greedy it is
to expect me to take
more than I desire,
to force me to eat another
out of house and home.
That’s kind,
so very kind,
a sickly kind,
the sort of “kindness”
that destroys marriages,
uproots families and destroys psyches.
I’m not like that,
I don’t want to be controlled.*
But we kept on shoveling
these aged, old traditions,
those nasty pickled ideas,
those greedy, grubby hands
of control over her,
and she could never let herself forgive.
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 5:00 PM UTC
making love pleasantly when
an explosion in the left armpit
like a Skilsaw ripping from rib to arm
he may be dying in the saddle
but he clutches his chest and leaps yes literally leaps
from bed to kitchen to refrigerator
to drink pickle juice straight from the jar
this is not madness
he’s heard pickle juice cures muscle spasms
now here’s proof
or at least anecdotal
returning to bed
“what was that?” she asks
“just a cramp” he says
“please don’t die” she says frowning
“wasn’t my heart” he says
romantic mood is pretty well shot
but this too is ********** of a high order
she tangles fingers in his gray chest hair
as he drops to sleep
she watches the fingers rise fall rise again
while he breathes he dreams
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC
He lived a long life of 95 years
telling me stories had been music to my ears,
Life experiences of plenty he was never without a story for me.
Life without parents at such a young age
became a truly honorable man in times of pain he raised his sister
as brother/father figure to a degree of course he always protected Junie,
Never letting it destroy who he is or
his name he held his head up proudly!
A Handsome like a stud for back in those times,
He is a stealth lady killer for sure and Grandma won his heart and owned it and still does from heaven above which my friends is where you find Real Love.
Married for over 50 years they celebrated year after year
still making each other hearts warm and full.
He is the Best Man I knoW
I watched him and listened as I wanted to taste his wisdom,
And I had longed deeply to know more of who he is and what he lived! Because that is where my dad whom was my grandpa but father to me.
Robert C. Brown
a Navy Seal and War Vet as well
Flying Aircraft and maybe even one or two kills.
He is an amazing man who deserves to be acknowledged
if you know what I mean because not only was he honorable
he was the best Dill Pickle maker anyone has taste or seen!
Always did want him to go big and sell in the markets but Dad
is a humble man who did it for the fun and love of his family and Friends!
For us it was a treat and we all looked forward to eat,
That certain time of year was Ever so Sweet!
Waking up from a sleepover at Grandma and Grandpas house ~
Exciting for sure knowing we will awaken to dads famous so light & fluffy
Scrambled eggs~buttered toast~Jam with french as well !
Choices of hot syrup served and more than that too!!
Yes Waking up at our Grandparents in the mornings were a time for chatter and
being playful with Gma and Gpa at the breakfast table and us taking it all in that special gentle kindness they always did extend.
So Tall and stellar
truly like the old diner/navy cut style,
this man was quite Incredible that people may stop and stare
but Gpa waves his hands and says " Oh Phewy!" blushing a bit.
Survived Throat Cancer thrice ah yes"
he is a fighter won many times but his voice was got light and raspy a smidge louder
than a whisper which would frustrate him with gatherings on holiday times,
So I sat close near listening with an avid ear ; Taking minutes to look into his piercing blue eyes to see that smile time after time again.
Trying to absorb yet another smell of him a hug to feel his sweetness
Love a kiss to tell him how great he is ;
To feel the scruff of his growing back in beard against my cheek
Reminding him of how much I value him & his presence his love.
Always make sure to say Hello if you walk in the door don't waste a single moment!
Since everyone did know not to ignore him or you'd get a pop in the nose!!
Well he would chuckle and grin with sweet humor across his face
that is when Dad was the cutest in all times,
A joke to tell and a smile to give that is how dad chose to live!
Grandpa~Dad
whom I Adore
you will be missed
forever until my days end,
I will never forget you dad, My best friend.
Such an Honorable intelligent man watching you
helped me to pick out a Great man too as a husband.
I became extra picky because of seeing you and hearing you speak
watching you be the man you only knew to be and Jesus in your heart!
This too is amazing I say so what I want you to know is I love you still each and every single passing day,month and years until there is no more so thank you for being
who
You
Are
A Grandpa,Father,Friend
thanks for leading me til the end. Lvuxoxome
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 12:31 PM UTC
Dance for me this one last time,
Tease me naked, sweet pantomime,
Slip-slide your dress but stay your shoes,
Swing-sway your hips, my gorgeous muse.
Wrap round your arms, a prisoner’s chains,
Make me confess and make me strain,
Offer, tempt me, tease me, sting,
Dance for me and my nomad queen.
Twitter tongues, all kiss no tell,
Secrets, whispers, rumours swell ,
Lies ignite, sparks lust to fire,
Dance for me til death conspires.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
When I asked you for the naked truth,
It was not an invitation,
To strip bald at Starbucks,
And opera sing the national anthem.
Although I’m sure the ovation and applause was exhilarating,
And my god, I was certain you were going to fall off our table,
In fact, I now think a birthday suit should be mandatory,
For everybody when they sing the nation's song.
Never the less,
In future I will choose my clichés more carefully.
God knows what you’d have done
Had I asked you to bare your soul.
It was an unsettling first date, yet I am intrigued.
Text me if this Friday works for you.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC
We chase a thing all our lives,
Hopes and dreams like butterflies,
Elusive thing we're not quite sure,
We're often close and then demure.
Sometimes we think this thing's gone by
We turn around and soft a sigh,
Send me back, we plead and cry,
Life laughs and whispers, wave goodbye.
So what to do when lost again,
A lover lies, a friend unfriends,
The gift of us by all ignored,
Our love becomes a thing we hoard.
When everything is upside down,
You feel about to quit and drown,
It helps to know we're much the same,
You're not alone, all hold this pain.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
I hate pickles
neon green colored cubes of sweet bitter vinegar fermented cucumbers that have lost their identity in green no. 3
and dealing with oblivion seems like
(green pickles)
......disgusting and
it makes me lose my identity.
so please give me adrenaline for
whenever my heart sinks
so I don't fall into oblivion
sans-identity
like pickles
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
and Pickles from the jar,
and tiny little cars,
lined up against a hospital, far.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC