Food for Thought-King of the Dishwashers

I am the king of the dishwashers,
Czar of the pots and pans,
Prince of the rotten rubber stopper,
And half blind with one hand,
Cleaning chicken in the sink,
While lukewarm water,
Erases the natural stink,
Clearly it needs to be hotter,
Scalding I have to come to think,
If the ketchup on plate,
Will ever disintegrate,
The vile mustard must be exposed,
A conspiracy that has to go,
The way of old Count von Spaghetti,
Whom I ordered chopped,
Into pieces of organic confetti,
And cheese that is blue,
By my dog Rubetti.

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-What I Talk About When I Talk About Sputnik

Sputnik-1QSL

What I Talk About When I Talk About Sputnik

Round Russian impulses,
with a Kazakh lilt,
call to me in the faint distance,
fading over the eastern horizon,
as dawn breaks,
the disappearing stars,
are eclipsed by the sounds,
swallowed by space,
give me back my orb,
translucent sky,
you know what I’m talking about,
When I talk about Sputnik.

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-Matthew 19:13-15 Poem for Children’s Sabbath

The previous post was a portion of this poem relating solely to grammar.  

i
One of my favorite things are words,
and grammar,
I like to see them move,
about the page,
and finish stories,
when they are through.
I love a good period,
a nice full stop,
coming at the end of a sentence,
it tops the thought right off,
but not far behind,
is the comma in my mind,
forcing my brain,
to halt,
to take seat,
to make a pause,
whilst I gather my thoughts,
and find some breath,
for the remaining words,
I have left.

ia
People are coming to Jesus,
from miles around,
he’s the biggest news,
in any town,
everyone wants to see,
what will he say?
what will he be?
just like before,
how he healed,
and made a little bread even more.
Then the disciples in their delirium,
decide it’s time for,
one huge period,
on Jesus’ theology tour.

ii
Jesus doesn’t want to play,
in the next sentence so they say,
not with the grimy children,
not ever, not especially today,
he’s got things to do,
and people to see,
Jesus’ not got time for you,
Jesus please, let’s send them away!
healings,
teachings,
ribbons to cut,
have you forgotten about,
that donkey we’ve bought,
the one with the smelly butt?

iii
Jesus said,
no, I’m aware of the donkey,
and it’s not that I don’t care,
because I’ll be on the one,
riding its back, smelling the air.
don’t you get it, children are cool,
I came to Earth to send everyone,
back to school,
they already know what’s going down,
how it’s going to be when Dad and I,
roll into town,
they get the keys, the pass,
that no one else seems to know,
in the Kingdom of Heaven, they’ll be in 1st class,
where the disciples want to stop,
there is always more to say,
Jesus arms are not a closed shop,
he always has one more word,
for whoever is coming next,
whether it’s your or I,
or your long lost cousin Tex.

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-Words

punctuation-marks

One of my favorite things are words,
and grammar,
I like to see them move,
about the page,
and finish stories,
when they are through.
I love a good period,
a nice full stop,
coming at the end of a sentence,
it tops the thought right off,
but not far behind,
is the comma in my mind,
forcing my brain,
to halt,
to take seat,
to make a pause,
whilst I gather my thoughts,
and find some breath,
for the remaining words,
I have left.

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-Holidays from Hell

Holidays from Hell

Are our lives so dark,
that in this warm Fall,
we must lighten our world,
and hide behind,
rituals so dead,
and masks so fake,
to dull the pain of our boring lives,
for just a night,
while children feed,
on the October sugar supply,
and adults drink with glasses high,
because it’s Halloween,
it’s what you do,
because we’re all the same,
364 days of cookie cutter pain,
yet tonight you can be alive,
dressed as anyone,
the bad guy,
a person gone awry,
never yourself,
for those around,
might start to cry,
when their glasses,
go bone dry,
and they realize,
this celebration,
was only in,
their mind’s eye?

–Richard Bryant