A Slice of Heaven


It is not the slant of my lips
nor the curve of my hips
it is not the perfume on my wrist
nor the taste of warmth in my kiss
that he cannot ever resist...
it is my pie and warm biscuits
that keep him truly in bliss.



I guess sometimes the way to a man's heart truly is through his stomach! :-)


Comments

  1. Oh Carrie .... good old fashioned virtues! You betcha! Wonderful!

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  2. Beautiful and charming, Carrie. Good food shared with others is such a unifying and symbolic ceremony. A delightful magpie :)

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  3. TERRIFIC Magpie. You ARE a writer! Loved it. And feed me, Peep....

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  4. Delightful poem, Carrie. Made me smile.

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  5. Of course, everything else disappears after the first 2 years.

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  6. This is sumptous! all those "sts"
    wonderful magpie!

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  7. Fantastic! And so true. My husband once said that it was my cooking and how I presented to him, way back when he was my guest, that made him realize that when he was with me, he felt like he was home.

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  8. I love your Angelou-like lilt in this piece, Carrie, and it definitely made me smile...:)

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  9. I like it. It's graceful, elegantly plain, humorous.

    PS - I'm married to a very good cook, but didn't have any idea how good until after we were married.

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  10. oh yeah baby! That's my sweetie pie...he loves me and he loves my cookin'

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  11. hehe...yes indeed...and some nice wordplay there...great magpie!

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  12. yup, it's the grub :)
    and the wonderful writing... that keeps them coming back for more.

    Rene

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  13. awwww, this is so great and sweet and innocent and lovely and just has a wonderful sentiment. Thanks, Carrie!

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  14. 1st 2 lines reminds me of a poem by Maya Angelou called Phenomenal Woman.

    U r so right tho, smtimes when u get right down 2 it, it's wonderful food that keeps a man coming bk or makes a man stay.

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  15. Dear Carrie,
    This won't work for me. I am the world's 'top-ten-not-so-good-cook...

    I will have to therefore rely on the perfume or the sway of the hips then!

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  16. lol the last lines made me smile :D
    lovely!

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  17. I think you have the answer there! LOL :)

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  18. great blog carrie. found you thru square corner.
    cheers

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  19. Thank you everyone for stopping by....your comments make me smile...and now i am off to the kitchen...lol :-)

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  20. Just beautiful! I love your poems Carrie, no matter how small the piece, it's always full of shining wisdom... :)

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  21. so true...forget the romance...that girl can bake...love it..Carrie...bkm

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  22. Great poem! short and very "sweet". and couldn't be more right :)

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  23. this is great...and sometimes...so true. ☺

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  24. Smiles! Yes, very often the case. Great write!

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  25. Excellent. Those biscuits will do it every time.

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  26. lovely, Carrie! thank you for encouraging me. it means a lot.

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  27. Your poem made me smile, poor thing with such a curve of hips and a warm kiss and all he wanted was her pie and biscuits! I loved it.

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  28. The way to a man's heart might be to his stomach, but on any occasion, to walk into a home filled with the aromas of fresh baked bread or cookies, welcoming anyone who might come near the door.

    Nice magpie.

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  29. A splendid poem. Every sense awake before the turn at the end. And yes, I think your poem is right!

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  30. Heh-heh, love really does start in the kitchen!

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  31. Thank you everyone for your warm and wonderful comments on this prompt! It was a lot of fun...thank you Willow, and yes the kitchen does seem to cook up all kinds of happiness! :-)

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  32. lovely and fun....
    love the elegance of your poetry.

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  33. Thank you Jingle and Pamela for stopping by...you both are such encouraging friends! :-)

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  34. This was such a great poem. You sure had me guessing and wanting to know what it was that he could never resist. The ending was great. Made me laugh and nod in agreement.

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  35. Bring on the kitchen magic, Carrie!

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  36. Coooool.... Delightful and delecious.. however modern we may become, but some sayings of our mums still hold. Best way to a man is still through is his stomach

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  37. Pie is the best perfume! Nice.

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  38. I would say it is all of the above for my man... but he certainly loves that with is made with love

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  39. Oh this is so cute, and what man would disagree? None! There is truth in your words!

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  40. Glad you all liked this one...i had fun with this prompt...it was a great one! :-)

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  41. Definitely, good cooking has captured many men, in all countries of the world! And many women!!

    -Check out the link for info on my blogaversary giveaway:
    http://rnsane.blogspot.com/2010/09/flash-55-friday-happy-anniversary-to-me.html#links

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  42. ahh, yes, the way to a man's stomach! and you capture it so well, beautiful friend.

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  43. What's for supper, Ma?

    Good, truthful Magpie...

    Waiting for your "One Shot"??? Maybe tomorrow!

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  44. Carrie! This made me laugh and it is beautifully written.
    When my husband and I first got married I couldn't cook but I always had that saying in the back of my mind...so I learned and I swear...he loves me more when I make a good Pasta! ;)

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  45. Even if someone else had the recipes it would never taste as good as when you make it, that's the love coming through.

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  46. oh - love this - and it's so true! we have a german saying "Liebe geht durch den Magen" - Love goes through the stomach...

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  47. Thank you everyone for all your wonderful and fun comments on this one...like Alexis i did not know much about cooking when I first got married...as time goes by we grow with the knowledge of what matters, and we also grow fatter...at least i did...lol :-)

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  48. Your take on the prompt is perfect. I looked at it and couldn't think of a thing. It's short and sweet as well. I really like it.

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  49. Dear Carrie,
    Here I am again.

    Thanks for dropping by...I needed to streamline the look of my blog as there were too many images clashing with each other.

    You are featured in my interview at Poets United - do check it out at
    http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-of-poet-ninot-aziz.html

    Loves,
    ninotaziz

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  50. And the opposite is true for me...my husband is the great cook around here!

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  51. Hi Steviewren...i had a hard time with the prompt at first and then it just cooked itself up...:-)

    Ninotaziz i am so excited that you are featured on Poets United...i will be there next to check it out! :-)

    Hi Graceful...that is true for a lot of people i know...there are a lot of men out there that love to cook...:-)

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  52. This is beautiful..
    Keep writing, I'll be reading more.. <3

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  53. LOVE THIS!
    thanks, btw, for your kind encouragement over at my place. here's to soaring!
    http://www.justfollowingjesus.com

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  54. Pie. Yes. I'm guessing my friend Lauri @ Living to Die Well hasn't seen this yet. If she had, she'd tell you that she believes you can tell a lot about a man by the way answers the question, "Cake or pie?"

    Thanks for following!

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  55. Thank you everyone...so many have stopped by this one...glad you liked it! You have made my day...:-)

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  56. Ha! So true! I just love this!

    http://then-she-wrote.blogspot.com/

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  57. Oh and isn't that the truth!!! Nice Magpie!

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