"beefsteak" poems
Hamburger Hell
Beefsteak Charlie says to Porky the Pig
I can see the party lights
someone's throwin' a bash and it sure looks big
down at the slaughter house tonight
say lets get together and hit the buffet
you might as well stuff yourself
they'll only throw it away
Old Colonel Sanders says to Elsie the Cow
golly baby you're the one
two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce,
pickel, cheese, onions on a sesame seed bun
say we just got time for a roll in the hay
might as well stuff yourself
they're here to take you away
I know where you're going, I can tell
don't go looking for me
down in Hamburger Hell
don't misunderstand me I wish you well
don't go looking for me
down in Hamburger Hell
lyrics by Todd Rundgren
Gomer LePoet...
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC
white roses and Jacob's Coat
purple bearded irises and ferns
dark red wax begonias
scents of night jasmine
French lavender
antique tea roses
loquat, plum, guava and lemon trees
all swaying with an ocean breeze
casting shadows in the setting sun
memories of childhood
bamboo and nipa houses
coconut groves and fragrant banana
witches, faeries and wok-woks
a favorite white haired grandfather
living off land and sea
harvesting root crops and fruit
fishing for viand
barefoot and ******* sarongs
in a private paradise miles from town
bonfire festivities
tuba wine and drunken salamats
an open adoption
a house tiled with affluence
and visits back home
a war's interruption
people lost or found
married off to life in America
lumpia, pancit, beefsteak and beeco
spaghetti, burgers, *** roast and pizza
dinner's table set for eleven
the house on Wagner street
the loss of husband and son
advancing age and declining health
ER's and ICU's
a final farewell
a garden of children
grand children and great grand children
branches in Lala's family tree
her progeny sprouting roots
looking to the future
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC
That class is sponsoring a thorough bred fair—creating war winning story that doesn't fit neatly onto a bumper sticker. Only a standard reply from featherless wing—bloviating an appeal to the conscientious authority. Go back: polish the Augean non-staples, rear up stallions to break geldings, eat beefsteak, drink whiskey at whistle, stop. That class only teaches a Greek hero clean-up. Meanwhile, they claim victory.
Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 10:29 AM UTC
Summer time -
the romantic time -
for picnic in the park -
with obscene ********
She has a smile -
that is not ***** -
but is clean,
and praiseful;
witnessing the heavens -
declare our glory.
Naughty?
Wanton?
Sin is puzzled...
Assuming wrongly it pauses.
Beefsteak lollipop creamhorn,
and chocolate cake,
cherry bon bon,
honeysuckle
with coffee.
Shocking the sordid and sullen, as they look for wickedness to relate to.
The warmth of God upon us...
Elohim, Adonai, Tetrgrammaton, Jesus!
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
6/10/96
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 2:11 AM UTC
my granfather cultivated
beefsteak and ox heart tomatoes
great big red things
bigger than his
gnarled and ropy fist
smelling of acid and
sun shine and deep rich
goodness
he would sit at the table
and seperate the seeds
out of the pink granular flesh
like a surgeon
and they would sit like pink red sago
on cut pieces of yesterdays news
set upon the window ledge
gross yet compelling
there they dried out
in the sun
and were sorted for planting
some discarded as not good enough
some set aside for the "prize winning" bed
the plot of soil that got the best sun
the best compost, and some watered concoction
that smelt of things dead and rotting
I once asked what made a good tomato seed
his reply," you just know girlie....
you know the ones that are going to be great"
tomato growing was serious business to my grandpa
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 4:48 AM UTC
When I was younger,
I washed lettuce heads in cold water.
I would set them on my cutting board, gently,
as if my hands hummed with lullabies.
I lifted tomatoes from their cardboard carton beds
and lined them in a row like nursery babies,
my starched jacket always white and clean.
I knew romaine and bibb,
beefsteak and cherry.
I kept my hair tied back, my nails short,
the right knife sharp and at the ready.
I didn't know, then
that lovers remember the wine, not the greens;
the sugar, not the side plate.
I wish you were here to kiss my hands
with their swollen knuckles and cut scars.
What was I doing with my tenderness
when I had someone who wanted it?
When I was younger,
I had a paying job, a small talent,
and a driver with a dolly at the back door
coming every day to keep my walk-in cooler stocked.
I thought that was bounty.
I thought there was no harm in staying on through another fall,
never considering that what I made was not mine,
Or that someone else was paying for it all.
_______
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 10:20 AM UTC
Honey___...** slide
Beehive
Hand it over
high five
The Spa
his face peel
The great
closure
When you have nothing
It's quite a pleasure to touch
to come closer hug to feel
Moms home potato
Latkes enjoying
her meal
((The Great Lakes))
The tough skin on
The outside picnic
Checkerboard cover inside
Is the sour cream taking sides
With his cup, I am beside
him yum?
Layers of me sweet---/Pie/
Slightly salted spread-tie
He buttered me
Those words
well graded
or grated
Peel me grate me
The greater
expectation
The flirtation
with the
bigger than life
Engagement to
please me whats
between
The beefsteak rye
Restarts his engine
The greater speed
Eyes doorway style
The Regime
true lie
So Sublime
the greater
love mile
A desperate glimpse
of hope
The graphical logical
scope
but fear ever so near
The presence
Changing color
forms
Grate me in
love forms
All terms
Our names
became
all good germs
No way out to
cope
My greater
expectation
So familiar he met
my tears
# + years
Peel me grate--- me
The greater times
He resides
The greater you are
Why do we leave
to hide
Emotion so
intense
Someone must
be greater
With the aging
romance
Divination______*
Words the greater poets
Do you just know? Or no,
if's or buts
You just feel it
Oh! yes or Love me
not or so tied together
the peel me grate me
Whats greater
than
two lovers**
We made the Knot
So cared for
At its best
communication
The whole
entire nation
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC
Faint smell of waste. Rotting garbage, feces and human body order. The room reeked of an intolerable stench. Cracked eggshells, molding lettuce, slices of beefsteak tomatoes, month old used coffee grounds, and a pair of peed on gym socks among countless other smelly disgusting things like cat ****
"Close the ******* garbage can"
' it stinks as much as your guilty conscious'
My hand flung forward with indecision, still closed into a fist. What was I striking? I couldn't see and didn't want hurt myself like so many times before. Schizophrenic, pleaded with with myself. Time slowed to make room to for chaotic thoughts. Slow motions, knuckles seeped into a black goo. Other hand flat, slapped at the abyss. The darkness grabbed me by both hands and dragged me into myself.
A full moon and a tender loving voice. Blackness.
A brewing fire floating above a swimming pool like the eye of a pyramid where deities danced. Everybody I saw under its light gazed towards the idealization of eternal salvation. I stared at the pool, fire, pyramid and its constituents. Blackness.
A maze of hallways. Red-brown brick, vinyl, some glass looking down at the pool where children baptized themselves while parents drank the poison of cultural self-identification.
'At least they know who and where they are'
I took a right, then a left then two more rights down a endless spiral. Blackness.
In angry reconstitution, my mind-state formed lists of things to be furious about. These lists of things were all in plain sight.
'An obvious case of nearsightedness'
The whole room had changed from how i once remembered. The bed was moved as well as the bed stand. Clothes scattered and materialistic shrine of self destroyed. The aura of the room had gone from blue to green. I pledged with violent resolution to solve my issues. Until I smelt the room poisoned with pheromones unlike mine. Until I dropped to my knees and felt somebody i loved and despised. Her smile greeted me while, simultaneously, my heart erupted like an early morning thunder shower. I always loved those type of showers.
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 5:36 AM UTC
he fed the kitty
a little fish
she expressed pity
for such a small dish
wheres the beef
her tongue curled
preening in disbelief
as her eyes hurled
his heart sank
at her prissy mood
drawing a blank
he said its only food
take a bite he coaxed
it surely wont hurt
a palette stroked
for this little squirt
she feigned a headache
laying hoax for fish
her wills in need of beefsteak
leaving his shriveled wishes
on closed doors
his saddened heart pours
Logan Robertson
7/16/17
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC