Monday, July 14, 2008

Give me time to think

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Don’t rush me I’m not ready
The answer's hard to find
Don’t crowd me, you must understand
I can’t make up my mind

I need some time to work it out
I need more time to think
I need to spend some time alone
I’m teetering on the brink

But now the time has come to choose
A choice I have to make
My mind’s made up, no going back
I think I’ll have a steak




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11 comments:

  1. This poem is me, through and through! And in the end it would be the steak!
    Perfect poem...cleverly done!

    Hugs Sherrie

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  2. Would you make mine medium well please, and a bake potato. Loved this poem.

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  4. I never have to think because I so seldom have the opportunity for a steak (the Mountain Man is a vegetarian). The picture is making me drool on the keyboard.

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  5. You come up with some classics Keith........

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  6. Back in 1959, eight of us drove to Yugoslavia & back for a hol. The lads sampled the local cuisine wherever we were and Dickiebo had - 'Beef Steak mit Ei' (or something similar. Steak with an egg on top!)
    Must say, I've long harboured this wish to go to the States and have an 'American Breakfast' - Steak & all the trimmings!
    Nice taste (literally) Keith.

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  7. Love the poem.....and the steak. My favourite.

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  8. quite lyrical and fun... i enjoyed it...

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  9. Wonderfully funny ending. I'm afraid I am a vegetarian so I will imagine it as a vegetarian equivalent.

    I've started a weekly poetry prompt on my website. You are more than welcome to participate.

    Poetry Prompt

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  10. One of those instance when we are given only a little time to make a major decission that would affect the course of our dining experience.

    How wonderful you put it in words, keith, in a poem with a nice cadence to match the mood and the sense of urgency of the moment.

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

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  11. I enjoyed this poem, Keith. It reminded me of someone..., until the steak came alone. Then I was pulled back to you. Did I ever tell you, "I love your humour"?

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