"phoo" poems
Listening to the song ‘daddy, super daddy’,
Worried and sad thinking about the father long gone,
While reading the news of a father who killed his girl child by hitting her against the wall
To some fathers and children
A father and son didn't feel anything more than that.
Remember uploading in Facebook, the news of the soaring price of tapioca in five star hotels
The tsunami of saliva which the tender yellow tapioca Crowned by curry leaves and red chilly created, is in the throat.
Today noon,
After lots of news
I am cooking tapioca raw
A green bottle is nearby
When the smell of cooking tapioca with salt hit the olfactory senses
Father came
You don’t have to be the Son of God to resurrect the dead
Told Jesus that just the smell of cooking tapioca is enough
Compound divided into patches, ashes, manure,
Properly cut tapioca plants
Mother rushing to get the rice gruel
Between play and squabbles
A lad is walking around with torn trousers, shirtless
Tapioca, tapioca, tapioca
Tapioca, tapioca, tapioca
For sleeping, eating, hunger
Faith,
Tapioca, tapioca
phoo
For rice gruel, mid noon
At twilight when hunger develops faith
For last supper,
Dried tapioca
Lucky that one who was born after an enema
Was not named ‘black sheep’
With a green chilly, raw
In the shade of the green bottle
When I touch the tapioca,
Daddy is dancing
Daddy
Super daddy.
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 8:21 AM UTC
If, Mother washed her pinny
And father never swore,
If, Jimmy went to the loo
Instead of on the floor,
If, Our Sammy didn't turn up
In his underpants for tea,
If, Our granddad would keep his flies done up
Phoo, that's an awful sight to see,
If, Gran's teeth refused to fall out
When she dropped off to sleep,
If, My sister didn't steal my razor
This beard I wouldn't keep,
If, That copper had only looked the other way
Our Robbie wouldn't be spending time in jail today,
If, Our Lucy had bothered to learn the facts of life
Eight kids wouldn't be here now causing so much strife,
If, We all stopped smoking ****
And swilling beer till we were sick
This family would be smart, very elegant and slick
Heather P Wilson..........http://www.heatherpwilsonpoems.com/
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 5:44 PM UTC
Phyyt phoo, two aqueous lenses peeling through, the oxygen layers.
Pupils turn as they unfold, hungrier for light behind burnt sand barriers.
The switchboard like a carnivorous plant field independently moves points
And compacted, segmented panels respond like exoskeletal joints
There come the staccato screams of steam one at a time, puff, lining the door
Capsule, contaminated with air, is cleaned when the beetles wing lifts the floor
The boy I was, offers a raised thumb from the ground, science disciple
With Helium fission equations on a sheet hanging from a bible.
My eyes behind a visor open slowly, it’s time to take control
Still tears slowly lift from my face like a violin bow rising to sing low
Now in a place where time means nothing I can’t regret a thing
I just wish this clinical empty cold on all, to take the warmth that lies bring
With Creaking myofibril strings so imperfect in this black vacuum dream
I shake the hand of god; with polystyrene gloves as his work is so unclean.
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC
*who the **** needs restaurants, to just be "seen" eating a pizza slice real sloppy... when you can become a culinary chemist, on your own, in the privacy of your own home, not even bothered whether someone who prepared your meal in a restaurant, did or didn't wash their hands? casually though... expressing it diet-pepsi style... i really prefer eating the food i cooked myself... sorry... at least i known i wasn't scratching my **** while frying some bacon.*
scene:
boiling rice...
phoo!
shit's itchy!
how much salt
did you put into the water
to boil the rice?
too much?
no wonder...
**** put some chili powder
while you're still boiling the rice
before it becomes soft...
that pinch of salt will disappear...
snap...
the chili powder soaked up
will make the rice sweet...
or, let's just say, hide your mistake
of adding too much salt...
i couldn't stop laughing at my
impromptu genius of thinking this
solution up...
imagine, over-salted rice
being boiled... what you're going to do?
add chili powder?
how many people do you know
that would attempt that sort of culinary trick
as, the perfect solution?
now... the mexican itch (chili powder)?...
far more approved, in terms of ratings
than the european itch (salt)....
that doesn't even include, what should
have been included to compare to chili...
i.e pepper...
you can only combat over-salting something,
by hiding the fact that you did,
with some chili powder.
genius... absolute genius... i'm going
to clap myself silly... and laugh at the same time... ha ha.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 1:05 PM UTC