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Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Pique Nique


Enchanting is the beauty of her pic
he reckons if they tried the night to guile,
she would become a pique nique exotique
anthology of verse to read worthwhile.

What Coppertone's epoque, deep tan invites
whereon his tasting buds should ever trace
poetic cuisine's discourse fourthright
his foreign language will reach touch base.

Shan't ever inspirations lead his flight
above the sweetness of her warm eyes' hue
hors d'oeuvres' delicacy and choice of sight
a connoisseur of arts should taste fondue.

© G.V., 08-21-2013


Details | Triolet | |

Muffin Talk

            Muffin Talk

 We muffins are so filling
 We eat and eat and lose no weight
 Bakeries watch their fat stuffing
 We muffins are so filling
 To make the world a tasty place                  
 We’re full, then become empty plates
 We muffins are so filling
 We eat and eat and lose no weight


Created on 9/24/14 for One New Triolet - Poetry Contest


Details | Couplet | |

What Do I Know About Being German

Born American, sixth generation of great-grands all German,
not much liking sausage or sauerkraut, English speaking all the way,

except the Germany of my ancestry was fought over and broken
so I’m a bit of France, Germany, Poland, Hungary all the Holy

Roman empire, dissolved down, fought over, egotized, horrified 
and remade Into some new state where English is as common as German.

We share a love of flowers in the face of cold and rain, I drink less beer
and wine, meet up somewhere, anywhere around the world on a beach.

From my parents and grandparents, I know to serve up too much food
seven sweets, seven sours and drink and whirl the night away to a band.

Hardworking sorts, unafraid of a little dirt, loving dirt, the turnover
and young sprout brought to fruit, wearing overalls and then washing up.

To sit before a pressed linen table cloth, served up on the finest china,
the cha in my father’s name, the uff da, and other exclamations.

The morning rosaries, the blessed churches where we give thanks for all good
and the setting aside of pride while we work together to make our food.

Sure there are aprons for cooking. Shorts for summertime. A dive into any pool.
What do I know of being German, not much, it's just somewhere in my roots.


Details | Rhyme | |

Naked Coffee Shock

          Naked Coffee Shock

So.   It’s early Sunday morning in DC
Visiting my locale Mickey D’s
I’m not too bright about anything
Simply wanting a cup of Joe
Before I go to church
The help as usual is friendly and polite
(Some say they’re not but that’s alright)
2 ugly men walked in behind me
Clearly they were there to sin
Both had no clothes on so things went south
They were erect
(and I don’t mean posture or the building of a house)
I averted my eyes at the appropriate moment
These are hard times and getting harder
Not wanting to be party to this depravity and crime 
I tried to leave but…. Never mind…
 “Reach for the sky!”  The nude men shouted                      
Then struck up a conversation
(I thought this was salacious and unkind)
So.   I geared up my stronger serious mind
Became sophisticated and refined
I told them they are in the wrong place and time
Informed them the church is close to here 
If they were so inclined I’d take them there  
Repentance is a goodly and Godly thing
“Ridiculous!”  They cried 
They wanted more than a house of God
It was the apple pies they so desired
I told them they looked silly and kinda dumb
Reminded them they had no guns (obviously, they were naked)
There was no way to fake it
The only thing they threatened were some smiles 
So.  The manager told them there are no pies
And sizing up the situation, continued
“Can’t either of you read?”
The sign is clearly posted
“Shoes are required”  
You are not properly attired 
So kindly leave


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

just breathing

        When life takes hold of you no mercy given  
        Foreclosures popular , the new age to walk ..driven
        When your nerves are shattered 
        The home you live in seems scattered 

           Just breathe ~

       children don't understand why you can't give money on the daily 
       life feels cold and The bills are unbearable to open it seems
       When there is not enough food in the pantry for all
       you feel you are losing as you begin to fall , loose sight of dreams 

            Just breathe ~

     All these things are a test , every breath that counts.
     It's the faith,  and will to live , as anxiety mounts
     In your darkest hour just call on his power  
     with the help of God above , you will surmount.
        
           just breathe ~ just keep breathing

      "  Just another day in paradise Contest "


Details | Limerick | |

Lick Your Lips - Limerick

     Lick Your Lips - Limerick

An old man chronologically aging                        
Ate foods quite gastronomically raging                  
He digested word soups                                       
With phonetic sound groups                                 
Which left him alphabetically phrasing 


Created on 11/17/14 for -Limericks Clean and Clever – Poetry contest               


Details | Acrostic | |

Warrior Poet

Warrior Poet, newest nom de plume for Mark Halliday
An American citizen, gained a taste for living abroad as a LDS missionary.
Retired in 2007 as a Staff Sergeant from the US Army (20 years service);
Really preferred assignments in Germany over Macedonia and Iraq.
Instrumentalist, he learned to plays (in order): piano, flute, synthesizer, 
Organ, guitar, fife, keyboards, acoustic and electric and bass guitars.
Reads a lot, mostly military science fiction novels.  Loved Marvel Comics.
Prior studied French, Spanish, German, Russian, and Serbo-Croatian;
Only writes lyrics and poetry though in English and French to Nelly (Mrs H).
Enjoys cooking stroganoff, lasagna, choucroute garni, and couscous.
Trying today to get a job in France; will be flying to Paris October 12th.

Mark Halliday
20141003, Monterey Calif.


Details | Free verse | |

The Hunt

               The Hunt

One bar broke and then another for the rapid break
The escape was quick and painless
The man ran for his life from enemies
At top speed he fled with nothing on his feet
Sweat exuded, poured from his body
Breathing deep into the jungle dark
Captors ran too to take his life with knives and rifles
Thick jungle traps laughed at them as they ran by
Pursued their prisoner through labyrinths of vines and branches 
Screaming angrily with lit torches through the pitch black night
Close behind, the soldiers chased their prey
Running, panting below the canopy
Shots rang out burning by his ears 
Limbs flailing as the bullets flew blindly through the tangled vegetation
Jumping over logs and bushes, petrified of dying
Trudging through a rapid stream, bent on taking him down as well
He emerged on the other bank with a bleeding foot
A piranha mistook it for a lure, tore off a toe, swallowed it for dinner  
Pain and fear set in while he hobbled on into the darkness
Panthers glared frantically at the injured man 
Sized him up as breakfast, less one toe
Even insects had no respect for dignitaries from another land
They too needed to be fed
The soldiers had their troubles also as the jungle storms set in
Snuffed out their torches and tortured them with stinging rain
Scorpions and snakes are cold and hunger for a change
Tired of eating the same old rodents and stupid birds
Running through the jungle is not always a safe undertaking 
When hunting down your prey to take a life
You never know who is on the menu from day to day
Perhaps someone with a different taste, from the human race
Someone who escaped from another plate
Or someone with knives and guns
Will find another kind of fate and dinner date




Details | Rhyme | |

Farm Animal Speech Lessons

          Farm Animal Speech Lessons

Early morning at the crack of dawn
Farm animals were gathered in the barn
The linguist began his lesson
I know old McDonald taught you “E” “I” “E” “I” “O”
Now let’s move on to consonants 
Cows, let’s start with you and your moo…. “Moo!” ... That’s great
Tomorrow we’ll have you say “ve” at the end of that
And after we’re complete
It will be illegal to repeat moo in here or on the street
Moo is obsolete to speak
“Move” is more appropriate and sweet
If you don’t comply
There is this thing called meat
We will find something else for you if you say moo
Did you ever hear of hamburger?
I've heard it’s good to chew and quite tasty too


Details | Narrative | |

Husband Number One

How is it possible? Sixty years? Ouch. I shudder to remember 
those first attempts in the kitchen. At that time, the kitchen was 
“hands off” to men. I began cooking at age fifteen. But only 
desserts and breakfast food. I could make biscuits, cornbread, 
pie crust, and fried potatoes, eggs, ham, or pork chops.

But I loved everything from fish to sauerkraut and fried okra.
He is extremely allergic to fish. He loved steak. The year was 
1954. A thick T-Bone steak at the grocery could be had for 60 
cents. In our first year of marriage, we ate a lot of steak. 

He would eat only potatoes and corn, with his steak. I still love 
baked potatoes, but soon grew tired of corn, and hungered for 
veggies. Time changes everything. He now eats anything but 
fish. No problem. When we dine out, I order fish. 

If I haven’t cooked sauerkraut recently, he will say, “I think I’ll 
go get some Polish Sausage and sauerkraut. He brings it home,
then goes to work in the kitchen. His tastes almost as good as 
mine. He even makes the cornbread and stewed potatoes.  




Details | Acrostic | |

Polyphagia on board

Polyphagia on board is forbidden and not welcome ---------- when 
Everybody knows that should we ran out of food ---------- crickets 
Probably will not feed us anyhow and most of us will ---------- cry 
Pensive about victuals whilst starving madly. No ---------- seamen
Ever should go through famine. That's why we must ---------- stop 
Relapsing into gluttony in this ship. I approve of ---------- yodeling.

Pepper spray is going to be one of the ---------- calamities 
Any glutton will endure as a punishment. Thus, ---------- every 
Real seafarer will chant these words now: ---------- "Bearded 
Captain wants no fressing within his ship! Yes, ---------- captain!
Every single gob will ration the food. Frugality is a ---------- must!
Lashes and pepper spray those who fail shall ---------- undergo!"


Details | Free verse | |

And no

think of bread if you come 
and no false hopes 
and no bad humor 
and no long silences
and no sorrow 
I would like reinvents itself 
after a few glasses of wine


Details | Free verse | |

Small Potatoes

Metaphorically they are
As rust to iron
In the fields of
The hunger demon
Ravaging timelessly
Small potatoes
Are like
The Grace of God.


Details | Blank verse | |

Luton to the Cotswalds

London , holds all its stories of old
Tea time all day , tea with a cozy
Tea time held proper at 4pm.
Everyone stops , everyone awaits a pot.

Earl Grey to PG Tips 
Milk served with biscuits
tiny tea sandwiches 
with cucumbers and cream cheese 

From Luton to " the Cotwalds "
Always the same theme 

The different dialects are not important to us
We are fascinated by all the difference
We love the Beatles , and your red Bus.

what part of London you are from 
It really means nothing to the Yanks .

The East , to The south , The Northern , or West end
The fish and chips are delicious served in paper with Vinegar 
 Neapolitans with high tea , fresh cream , we Love Great Britain.  

  to be entered in " new contest "


Details | Haiku | |

Nature And Noodle - Haiku

     Nature And Noodle - Haiku

Noodles steam in lake
Roll over water falls cooked
Rocks taste soup flavor 


Details | Rhyme | |

Fight The Demons Diet

It was that time again to empty once more,
I was on my Knees on the bathroom floor.
Putting tissue down the Loo making sure nothing stayed afloat,
Then I slid my fingers down deep inside my sore throat.

Trying not to make a sound, Making sure no sick hit the ground,
And even though the taste was so vile I needed to empty till there was no more bile.
I had to be quick but the release felt great,
No-one understood me but I believed this was my fate.

Staring at my reflection, tears would roll down my cheek,
I'd hear the torments in my mind saying how I was such a freak.
The Demons they would say "Look at the state of you, 
You are disgusting ,You are a mess, No-one could ever love you".

When looking in a mirror at my body I would cringe,
Then turning desperately to the fridge I'd begin again to Binge.
I would eat so much till I was about to pop,
One more trip to the Loo then I promised myself I would stop.

I'd wish people would leave me be, They just didn't get that....
I had eaten too many calories and I was sick of being Fat!
So I had taken control of my diet, Obsessed with weight and measure,
Punishing myself after every treat, Desserts were no longer a Pleasure.

Over time people started talking about how I had become so thin,
So I pulled the curtains closed and I locked myself in.
Hiding myself away from neighbouring abuse,
I stopped all contact, I became a recluse.

Then a visit from my mother my Angel, who Id avoided for awhile,
Came knocking at my door, Arms open,
Oh I had missed her warming smile.  

I looked into my mothers eyes as she turned to me and sighed
"Oh sweetheart what has happened to you,
Your hair is falling out and your bones are showing through".
She placed her arms around me feeling my frail torso".
Then whispered to me gently " Please let your Demons go",
"Everything you are doing is damaging your health",
"You're deteriorating into of me, You're slowly killing yourself".

Turning away she began to cry,
Wiping away the tears falling from her eyes.
She told me how she lost her best friend to the very deadly disease.
I wrapped my arms around her, Comforting her as she grieves.

Seeing the hurt upon my mothers face,
The heartache I was causing her, The shame and the disgrace.
"Mum" I said "I will fight my Demons and make myself strong",
"I realise now what Ive been doing Is dangerous and wrong".
"Getting back to full health will take a long long time,
But with you and my family and friends I know Im gonna be just fine".

So Here I am Today at this Time and on this Date.
I am Making my Illness History and re-creating my fate.
Big Thankyou to my family and friends for all of your support.
I know now time is too precious to waste and our life on Earth is short.x


Details | Free verse | |

The Tree

                     The Tree

Tree came about before me as I grew in and with it
Squirrels had to go so I kicked them from their hole
They left their nesting which became my twigs for resting 
I grew in and with the tree, in that hole provided me
And slept while tree kept growing
In that tree that comforted me through adolescence
With no education or reference
 I could not say with certainty
Was it oak or birch or maple?
As I grew older I climbed to the very top
It had green pointy things that smelled of pine
How I knew, I could not tell you, I simply surmised such things 
I grew in and with the tree that knew me well
Sun filled it with photosynthesis to let it breath
I did not become the tree
The tree did not become me
I simply grew with it and under branches
In that hole carved out of wood I took my chances
With tender leaves or pine needles if you please
And took a solid look on my existence  
Through that hole reality provided me
Pine needles fragrance fills the air
With a little touch of rain, we drank it in together
I grew in and with it, that is, my tree and me


Details | Free verse | |

Gold Leaf

            Gold Leaf

Gold leaf frescoes on a church wall are very lovely
Saints and angels on display at a pretty price
Just outside, mold takes over, clings to surfaces, settles
Poor people float inside like famished spirits
Transformed with tarnished shoes and souls 
They see the glow of heaven at their heels
Marbled floors and altered states of grace
Collection baskets fly by, gobble up dollars
More gold leaf is needed
Walls must be fed
Outside mold clings and grows
Ivy also, on the ancient structure, very pretty
Gold leaf comes at a glowing cost
Lovely frescoes, angels and a cross 
The priest promises to feed the congregation
Perhaps next season 
Hunger must wait, we understand 
More money is needed immediately
Gold leaf angels are more than mysteries
They are financial emergencies, for gold leaf frescoes 


Details | Didactic | |

Hot Dog Paradox

            Hot Dog Paradox

20 boys ate a hot dog
Which was a simple thing to do
I’m confused
I only want the truth
Did 20 boys eat the same (1) hot dog as clearly mentioned above?
Did 20 boys eat their own individual hot dog, (20 hot dogs), also clearly stated? 
Only one hot dog was eaten at a time
And so defined
20 boys ate a hot dog
I don't see how or why
I’m glad it wasn't mine
Don’t ask me what the girls ate
Or I’ll go blind


Details | Free verse | |

Hunger Spot

                                 Hunger Spot

Hunger is usually done alone, in the dirty card board box, called home
On wet, cut corners out of traffic, forever in unguarded dark
Winds, harsh voices, howling on hollow self and scene are what remain
The food is gone, never to return
Hunger; it reminds you of life, of chronic pain, leaving little else
I tried to eat my shoe today, thinking it was leather…It was not
Plastics should come in assorted varied flavors
To see me through the night
I expect things to get better in my box
If not, there is always hunger to fill this empty spot


Revised 11/03/14 for- "Any Poem 12- line MAX"- Poetry Contest


Details | Epulaeryu | |

Thanksgiving Seafood Feast

     Thanksgiving Seafood Feast

Crab cakes baked to a crisp brown
Sizzling lobster tail
Roasted Alaskan salmon 
Asparagus?  Yes!
Covered in butter 
Crazy pie 
Wow!

Created on 10/26/14 for - MAKE ME DROOL with EPULAERYU – Poetry Contest


Details | Free verse | |

Dining A' La Carte

"Would you like barbeque chicken,
or country steak with gravy?"
"Uh, huh."
"You want both?"
"Uh huh."
Her tablemate drools, bottom lip
hanging. He stares at his menu,
waiting for someone to take his order.
An aide rolls a wheel chair to the table 
for four. "Stay there!"
Her harsh tone seems inappropriate
for the tiny lady with frizzy curls.

"Mom, what would you like for dessert,
butterscotch pudding or chocolate cake?"
"Uh huh."
"You want both?"
"Uh huh."
Leftward movement draws my eye.
Frizzy curls is on the move.
She's booking out of the dining hall,
fast as her feet can peddle.

The trays arrive. I unwrap cutlery,
pour milk, place Mom's bib around her neck.
Her table-mate digs in, unassisted.
Mother stares at her plate, picks up 
her fork, pokes at her food.
The fourth place at the table 
remains empty.



Details | Didactic | |

God's Kind Of Poetry Over Lunch

            God’s Kind Of Poetry Over Lunch

It starts off like a molecule but much smaller
God goes on vacation in that deep ocean there within
It takes centuries at great speeds to find the place
To locate the center of supernatural nutrition
When He arrives, lunch is prepared and waiting 
He leaves scientists and artists up above with love
On Earth as His replacements
While He takes some time
Dines in high majestic fashion
Trusts us to carry on with His creation
And poets are left behind to find their lines and inspiration
Without a care in His Divine, creative intervention
Atoms are His favorite things to eat
The ones with charm and magnetic delicious emissions
He saves diamond elements for later
The small shiny ones, for forever afternoons to savor
And never needs a spoon to find positions of His food
Circling in orbit in their own electron or electric heavens
He snacks on them in a dawn song of soup and coffee
With angels in the molecules
The minuscule zone is full of holes.  (Some are holy) 
Moving through old, new, original particles much smaller
Where creation begins along with salted matter
When He returns, He offers poets some special crackers
And some lines, preserved over time, that they forgot

                    Created on 9/20/14 for God’s Kind Of Poetry Contest


Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Dieting

What do I eat when I'm at the table.
I see lettuce, I see cheese and i see apples.
There are so many choices for me to make.
Its important for me to make the right one.
The best I can do is stop and think and realize that
I can only chew as much as my mouth can handle.
When it comes time to eat again, i will know that I 
can have a little of each.
Why am I being so picky about how I see things.
I guess its time to drink some water.
Making the right choice requires time.
I know i'm missing something.  Oh, its the exercise.
The most important one of all.  
It only shows to see that thinking and smiling while I'm thinking is
nourishing and relaxing for me.  


Details | I do not know? | |

Vula Amehlo - Zulu for open your eyes

Vula Amehlo (open your eyes)

"Vula Amehlo"is Zulu for "open your eyes"

Vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
though eyes aren’t needed to behold
the flowing tears of those of us, left out in the cold

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
the time to turn your back is long gone
no time now to pander and no time now to fawn

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
we the people are hungry, angry, and our skin is torn
though we say it loudly, unbowed we are, and not forlorn

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
we may be invisible and tucked away far from you
but we are here, still, waiting for the promise of freedom to come true

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
you see us sometimes, though you avert your gaze
come on now, compatriots, awaken from your complacent daze

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
we are the open wound that festers on your ostentatious display
band-aids won’t do anymore, we are here, and we are here to stay

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
as you roll down your windows and toss us some coins, look in our eyes
we are your slumbering consciences, we are the famished proof of your lies

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
forget us not as you tuck your pretty children in, and turn off the lights
we too are the children whose mothers, fathers fought for all our peoples’ rights

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
don’t think that we are bitter and livid for no reason or cause
we have been waiting and waiting, for days and a decade, without any pause

vula amehlo
sisters and brothers
vula amehlo
mothers and fathers
vula amehlo
brown and white and all shades of this rainbow so bright
we repeat what we said, we are not going to melt away into the night
vula amehlo
one and all
our patience is being tested from day to day, year to year
we have listened to your promises and we now demand that you hear
vula amehlo
open your eyes
and see us, and hear us clearly, and hear us today
band-aids won’t do anymore, we are here, and we are here to stay

vula amehlo
open your eyes



Details | Free verse | |

Hunger 4

       Hunger 4

So much food such little time
With so much on my mind
As I consumed the New York Times today
While others read it
My stomach grabbed me by the throat
Made me feel its pain
It screamed; “Feed me real food.” “I’ll kill you on the spot you idiot!” 
Rejecting lobsters, steaks and other pictures on the pages
The news informs me, implores me to eat on
Out of newspapers that I found
Though the images were colorful and pretty
The ink did not go down so well
Cellulose taste really grainy
I couldn’t fool or trick my self
Consuming nonfood stuff is, well, a little crazy
Eating buttons, coins and dirty bugs 
Is not exactly healthy, delicious or nutritious 
My stomach is not too fond of me these days
Perhaps it’s something that I said or ate or read 
Hunger is the only one true constant
It’s hard to keep it down


Details | Haiku | |

Sun Noodles Lake Two - Haiku

     Sun Noodles Lake Two- Haiku

lake, water falls, shaped
noodles spilled, boiled up flavor
sun ladled two scoops


Details | I do not know? | |

Erry or Arry

Sperry
berry,
Marry Mark Terry
Garry
Larry,
and don't forget Kerry...
she likes to eat dairy


Details | Free verse | |

Classy broad picking at nachos

Her good and grace
Placed in disgrace
As the human moment
And cheese-covered roadkill
Gets the best of her better soul
She snatches the dripping morsel
This Byzantine beauty lets it roll
Wiping the lost drop of nachoness
With dexterity and pedicured elegance
Only to lick it clean and nasty
Before anyone realizes
Her subtle act of triumph
Makes her one of us.

(9/7/13)


Details | Haiku | |

Prima donna Fish - Haiku

     Prima donna Fish - Haiku

noodles boil in lake
water fall is the ladle 
fish prefer raw bait