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Hot Tomatoes!!!
Cut them, slice them,
Chop then, dice them.
No matter that tomato’s fate,
alas, I must admit I hate
to put my teeth in it at all.
I just can’t stand that juicy ball!
But, sauce and squeeze it,
pasta, cheese it?
I’m tomato’s biggest fan.
And ketchup? Man o man o man!
On fries or burgers, it’s the best.
Can’t get enough of its red zest.
Which goes to prove, whate’er the cost,
tomatoes just taste better squashed.
For RDP:Tomatoes
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Blunt Cut
(A Dear John Note from Rapunzel)
If my hair is a ladder, I’m cutting each rung
and closing the window from which they are hung.
Hope you find a good job since my decision to lop
off your means of support when I cut off my mop!
For RDP: Blunt
Clarity?
I don’t really need a chip to know what you are thinking,
for when I ask, “Should I wear this?” your left eyelid starts blinking
like it does whenever you tell a little fib;
and I can tell your “It looks great!” sounds a little glib.
That’s how I know without a doubt you’re spinning a fine yarn;
and that, in fact, in this dress I must look wide as a barn.
If you say this dish is great but feed most to the dogs—
if you say I’m clever but you rarely read my blogs—
if you “want” to get together but we rarely do—
I’ve already read the clues to ascertain your view.
Yet, still I have the option to see the other side
and find a way to look at it that will preserve my pride.
Your eye might blink because a gnat got caught in it just now,
and so I do not really look as broad as any cow.
He just has a small appetite. Her eyesight might be failing.
She might be out of town and when she gets home from her sailing,
she’ll call me up and we will meet and have a laugh or two.
Without perfect clarity I get to choose my view
of believing what I want to in spite of what I’ve guessed.
When it comes to friendship, less clarity is best!
For RDP:Clarity
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I had trouble finding triangles in my photo files so decided to go on a triangle hunt around my house. This is the result for RDP Friday: Triangle
They stand in restless lengthy queues, awaiting their fate.
They’ve gone unused so many months. Perhaps it is too late.
Words that rhyme group up in pairs, trios or quartets.
Words with equal syllables cavort in minuets.
They cannot volunteer themselves but must wait to be chosen.
In lockstep, they march caught in place, thus sentenced to be frozen.
Meanwhile, her muse goes shopping for expressions unexpressed,
hoping that she’ll stumble on unique words lately pressed.
Thus are new poems stymied, waiting for inspiration,
hoping they’ll be given birth before their expiration.
And the poet gazes skyward, waiting for that zen
to deliver the first word to her, so she can begin.
Thanks to Martha Kennedy for pointing out that August 21 is National Poetry Day as well as RDP for inspiring this poem! FOR RDP: Queue