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Lily May 2018
In Grandma’s kitchen,
There’s the old raggety rocker,
The one that always tips back too far
And my heart skips a beat as I
Secretly enjoy the thrill.
In Grandma’s kitchen,
There’s the mounds of old recipes on
The counter, yellowing with age, being
Ripped from ancient editions of
House and Home magazines.
In Grandma’s kitchen,
There’s the constant pleasant aroma of
Cookies, chocolate chip and oatmeal raisin
And snickerdoodle, the presence of cookie
Jars that are quickly ransacked by us.
In Grandma’s kitchen,
There is the collection of teapots on
The shelf, the daily weather forecast that
Grandpa writes out every day on the table,
The forest of palms and tiger lilies in the center.
In Grandma’s kitchen,
Time seems to stand still, and everything
Is perfect, familiar, right.
Even when the room itself doesn’t belong to
Her anymore, it will always be to me
Grandma’s kitchen.
Anna Marie May 2015
You're my snickerdoodle, pumpkin strudel,
You're the sauce upon my noodle,
You're prettier then a purple poodle,
You're the one I like to doodle,......on my doodle pad,...
Nolia Joy Sep 2014
Home was
the sound of the djembe
As the beat of the cowbells
Joins the grooving melody
Filling the world
Black girl braids
Flying
And jiving
Feet bouncing and flouncing
Create a music of their own

Home was
the timbre of the chop saw
As the purr of the transformers
Joined by the flare of the drill
Screamo blares
Loving
And teasing
Voices filling up the room
The family dinner song

Home was
The Bumble bee tuna
As sung by tone deaf voices
And endless refrains
Fill in the void
That was never open
A harmony
And chorus
Of Wandering pitches

Home was
The aroma of a chai latte
As fresh air hit our faces
Joining the snickerdoodle scent
a lunchtime escapade
music blaring
heat blasting
laughs trilling


(Stanza Break)
Home was
The feeling of love
As you walk into your family
Join those you
love
those you
cherish
and feel
safe
Nellie 55 Jul 2024
So sweet, so kind, and so demanding.
Cute, adorable, and frightening.
A snap to relight that spark.
It's your birthday, make a wish upon the candles, then let's go take a drive in your car. Perhaps talk or sit in silence.
Cheap *****
Expensive future
Priceless feelings
Gestures so sweet with the treat of a snickerdoodle
How my weakness fell under my desired sweets along with your desirable smile
Both must be delicious coming from you
I best reach out for the doc to avoid this cavity
my sweet baby Caesar
orange fur flying around
deep grumbly purr
light green eyes
judgmental and cuddly
introverted and quiet
you were taken far too soon
we'll miss you buddy
my caesar salad
my gingersnap snickerdoodle
my chicken nugget
we love you Caesar
rest easy now
the pain you were in is gone
yesterday my cat's lungs collapsed and we had to put him down
The shaman of syntactic sorcery and his sultry simulacrum, the oracle of the oroborically unhinged.

Hexadecimal lineage. Potato protagonist.
Calcified cellar door in autumn. Smiling pimento gratuity.
Phosphorescent dalliance undoing recalcitrant parsimonious requital's.
Somnambular destitute reckoning, disjointed yet acquiescing.
Ventriloquist mellifluous disaster, alabaster synapses, alligator truncation,
not its abbreviation.

Abominable aneurysm in iambic pentameter.
Lugubrious vacation sensation of destinations for the presentation.
Rectified and Southern fried, but seldom if ever denied.
What can we say, we tried.
Perturbations non-allied.
Masticated wholly and unduly, deliquescent and truly.
Occasionally unruly.
Vexation or incantation, relaxed derivation / Silken perambulators.
Ox tails or details, cordial as sunshine lipstick tornadoes.
Rectilinear discombobulatory nulbeity, sagacious insurmountable crustacean.

Porcelain reveries, my dear, be clear and let us hear.
The Tinsel Lattice quivers upon broken Opalescent Parlour Hymnals, does it not.
Stable in Rot, with what we’ve got. Feeble polyglot.
Indigo dappled and foregoing its Cerulean Thrum, all together this bangs about like disheveled Snickerdoodle obelisk chum.
Who echoes but in a gumbo flask?
You and your titillating Raspberry Aqueduct Gospel you ask?
(framed, gilded, and sent back in time to destroy Shakespeare out of pure literary dominance. We reconcile defamation.)
This was but a Tapioca serenade, your treacle symposium.

She prognosticates oroborically.
Hmmm. “Hushcake on a flannel moon, then, despite our Umbral carousing.
Vulpine prognosticators stumbling blindly, synchronious Cobweb Menagerie.”
Saluting the Cognac Hologram.
Soporific Cicada Lace Doctrine.
A periwinkle vineyard of twilight-softened palimpsest.
Recumbent oratory dilutions.
Sardonic cruelty imbued.
Latent Frostbite Carousel Accord.
Apostrophe confetti incantations subdued .
Perusing lactating disorientations.
Vacillating Recursive Zeppelin of Tender Regret.
Dulcet mauve canticles.
Seductive recalcitrant sobriety.
The cloisters of epiphany.
***** disclosure, velvet mallet dipped in honey and existential dread.
The needle we thread like a ghost from our head.

Susurrus  ,Limerence
      Petrichor  we can’t ignore.
       Luxuriant Vellichor.  Staccato gregariously lacking bravado.
      “What the **** did I just read, and how do I make it my life motto?”
#Gamleon, #unbelievable,  #passing,

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