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Half Past Summer, Two Months Till Fall

The seasons operate like Nature’s clocks:
when winter solstice fades, we’re on the rise!
Meridian’s behind us now (approx),
so savour, while you can, those smiling skies:
then buckle up! Here comes the equinox!

H2O

I'm more watery than women
under the skin
altho' my body's composed
of 6 chemical elements within
and all that remains
to go with the flow
is approx. 60% H2O
and the gravity of the situation maintains
if I stand
on my head or hands
or do cartwheels
(head under heels)
(tho' I prob'ly shouldn't oughta)
on the cranium I'll have water
(hydrocephalus)
then again who knows
how else would I experience
some of those
cerebrum faves
alpha beta delta theta
brain-storming waves

'O sole mio the cake

5 large egg whites
250g caster sugar
380ml double cream
5 tbsp lemon curd
300g blackberries
2 tbsp pistachios, toasted & roughly chopped
InstructionsPreheat the oven to 180 C/160 C fan. Line two large baking trays with baking parchment.
In a large bowl, whisk the egg whites until soft peaks form. Adding the sugar 1 tbsp at a time, continuing to whisk until you have a stiff, glossy meringue.
Divide into three, placing two big dollops nto one baking sheet and one on the other. Spread out until you have three circles approx 20cm in diameter.
Place the trays in the oven and immediately reduce the heat to 140 C/120 C fan. Bake for one hour then turn off the oven and leave the meringues inside to cool completely.
When ready to serve, whip the cream until soft peaks form and fold in the lemon curd. Remove the meringues from the baking parchment and layer with whipped cream, blackberries and a sprinkle of pistachios. Serve in thick slices.
This meringue cake is best eaten on the day of making, but leftovers will keep in an airtight container in the fridge for a day or two.Fagotto Amaretto chocalae and piscatoes

Past Times 5

A CRICKET vignette

mid-summer,evening league cricket.
Fifty years fade from view
they’ve labelled it
Twenty-Twenty & think
of it as something new.

T20 is its new name
a  fast action cricket game
Now, has  world-wide acclaim-
An evening sport of my youth
Re-packaged..in truth ..long -in-the-tooth

NOTE:Twenty overs a side cricket,under lights, is set to rival soccer as a
spectator sport,was played in the early 'f'ifties as an amateur evening
 league after work,lasting approx two hours,in May thru July before the evening light faded.Nothing new under the sun,except for marketing men! Watch out this could become as popular as baseball.

Thoughts I Return To

Sitting beside a noisy, restless creek,
rushing water over stones and green moss.
Often, these crazy days, thoughts seem to seek
places to hide from life's tumble and toss.

A meadow of wildflowers comes to mind;
running barefoot over non-brambled grass.
Losing burdens of memories confined; 
knowing a mountain will give me a pass.

Reading a poem that makes my heart break;
secluded room, music that heals the soul.
Raindrops on roof, their soft music opaque.
These are returning thoughts making me whole.

Daydreams spinning weblike words to begin
Hidden thoughts' whispers, heard only within.

September 25, 2021 (approx.)
Your Favorite Poem of 2021 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke

My Guess Is An Apple

The deceased is a white female
mother of 7 boys
approx. height 5 foot 6 inches
weight 160
black hair
eyes brown
very pale complexation
no sign of external trauma
time of death approx. 24 hrs ago
removing contents of stomach
reveals some semi digested meat
some root vegetables
and what appears to be some fruit

Values In Life 1

Life is full of fun;
But without batten 
Of values beacon
Life will be just a hun.
If you want in life won
Approx values bidden –
Not money, values one
Can lead to success done.
Difference between bison
And you is not a billion
But values based action.
It sets your steps begun
From beast to a good human.

Its Not Cricket

repost inspired by Phil contest

IT'S NOT CRICKET

Twenty-twenty is its new name
For this fast action cricket game
Now, set to find world-wide acclaim-
An evening sport of my youth
Re-packaged..but really long -in-the-tooth

NOTE:Twenty overs a side cricket,under lights, is set to rival soccer as a 
spectator sport,was played in the early 'f'ifties as an amateur evening league 
after work,lasting approx two hours,in May thru July before the evening light 
faded.Nothing new under the sun,except for marketing men! Watch out this could 
become as popular as soccer now is at amateur level in parts of US ....might 
even compete with baseball at pro level !Now that would be something!

Mind Blowing- Glass Art Contest

glass heart shaped with pride
engulfing ones soul within...
nature at it's best

joined poetrysoup.   approx 6/10/2012

penned 4 june 2016

War Horror

damp mold smell of the earth
slaves of destruction some seven thousand strong
made into moles
tunnels miles, miles long
nine hundred each month on the
backs beaten on to win a war
miles above on the land...
darkness disrupted by dim, flickering lights
death struts unceasingly below 
as above
the madness of men
staged
with no intermissions..
cries and moans struck by
sharp shouts and
drilling machines scream
excrement and urine mix
with blood and sweat
and choking dust with
bits of sliver-sharp shards
flying off 
slicing into skin
layer upon layer levels of concrete
shelves manned under the hands of evil..
rockets slowly rolling into place..
menacing, sharp nosed tubes to shoot
into the heavens then
turn down and
scream towards towns..
no warning..
no hiding..
hits bursting, busting, disintegrating flesh
on what was only moments before
just a soft, sunny, average day

**approx. EIGHTY MILLION Souls Passed Away in World War II**

Tale After Death

AND ON THE 25TH OF DECEMBER,
19-, I DIED AS A STRICT SATANIC MEMBER;
CALLED HOME BY MY FATHER STILL TO BE KNOWN-
BUT HAD I ANY HOPE? I BELIEVE NONE.

I CAME TO MY SENSES, THE AREA COLD, 
AND I FELT A WEIGHT ON ME IN THE COLD  HOLD;
A  STRANGLING WEIGHT, AN UNKNOWN HUMAN BEING:
BUT I WAS DEAD – IN THE MORTUARY’S BIN.

“WHO ARE YOU UNTOP ME?” I ASKED AS CORPSES
SAY-“YOU ARE A HEAVY CORPSE:BAD SIZES.
I HEARD HIM YAWN AND STIR AS CORPSES DO.
“ WHAT ! DON’T YOU FEEL THE COLD? HAVEN’T’Y A CLUE.

“HERE’S A MORTUARY, AND I NEED ALL HEAT.”
I MERELY SIGHED, REGRETTING THE PIT.
“AND I AM DUE TODAY.” I HEARD HIM SAY.
“ THEN LET’S  ENJOY THE TIME WE HAVE IN PLAY.

 AND … AND  WE HEARD THE MORTUARY’S DOOR CREAK
FOR TRULY HE WAS DUE FOR A SAD PICK:
A TIME WHEN FAMILY MEMBERS SO WEEP
WHILE OTHERS ATE DINNER WITHOUT SLEEP.

                   EXTRACTED FROM THE EPIC: “THE LAST DAY’S TALE.”
                 BY NFORCHE GERALD
                 APPROX: 600 STANZAS LONG.
                 SEARCHING FOR A PUBLISHER.

Tale After Death

AND ON THE 25TH OF DECEMBER,
19-, I DIED AS A STRICT SATANIC MEMBER;
CALLED HOME BY MY FATHER STILL TO BE KNOWN-
BUT HAD I ANY HOPE? I BELIEVE NONE.

I CAME TO MY SENSES, THE AREA COLD, 
AND I FELT A WEIGHT ON ME IN THE COLD  HOLD;
A  STRANGLING WEIGHT, AN UNKNOWN HUMAN BEING:
BUT I WAS DEAD – IN THE MORTUARY’S BIN.

“WHO ARE YOU UNTOP OF ME?” I ASKED AS CORPSES
SAY-“YOU ARE A HEAVY CORPSE:BAD SIZES.
I HEARD HIM YAWN AND STIR AS CORPSES DO.
“ WHAT ! DON’T YOU FEEL THE COLD? HAVEN’T’Y A CLUE.

“HERE’S A MORTUARY, AND I NEED ALL HEAT.”
I MERELY SIGHED, REGRETTING THE PIT.
“AND I AM DUE TODAY.” I HEARD HIM SAY.
“ THEN LET’S  ENJOY THE TIME WE HAVE IN PLAY.

 AND … AND  WE HEARD THE MORTUARY’S DOOR CREAK
FOR TRULY HE WAS DUE FOR A SAD PICK:
A TIME WHEN FAMILY MEMBERS SO WEEP
WHILE OTHERS AWAIT DINNER WITHOUT SLEEP.

                   EXTRACTED FROM: “THE LAST DAY’S TALE.”
                 BY NFORCH GERALD
                 APPROX: 600 STANZAS LONG.
                 SEARCHING FOR A PUBLISHER.

Curiousity

Curiosity sparks the flame anew;
   desire burns from thoughts of you.
Anticipation spreads its entangling web,
   and I'm caught in the longing for more.

Dare I dream that you are real?
Dare I dream these emotions to feel?
Dare I expose my heart to your touch,
   and let your love heal me (wanting too much...)

One lifetime... two hearts....
One love....

Pray will last.






(approx. 1997)

Duck's Theme

Alabaster orbs, translucent white;
Images of a cresent moon invade my view.

Stardust speckled (mystifies)
   hovering before me.
Numb, I struggle to shield my eyes
   from their unabashed display.

Determinedly taunting, they seek a hands carass...
   inviting contact.
Witness of their granting embeds upon my psyche
   forever scarring my naivete.

Alabaster orbs;
   vain in their sustaining flesh.
Dare I assume them succulent?

Nah....
They're just Duck's butt cheeks...
Peeking out of his pants for a scratch.




(approx 1991)

Lies

Misconceptions....
Or more to the point....
Lies.

For whatever reason,
   for whatever felt,
Hiding behind a veil
....of lies.

Is truth too hard to express?
Honestly too hard to give?
Love too much to ask??

Are dreams the thoughts of foolish men?
Hope - a myth of the past?
Are hearts made to be broken,
   and forever not meant to last?

Can tomorrow be met with a smile,
   and laughter to to fill the day?
Or is the loneliness of tonight
   all that is left?

And tears... do they cleanse the soul?
   Or burn the life??




(approx. 1987)

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