Best Curried Poems

GRAPPLING  WITH GRATITUDE 

Oh Gratitude, 
Gentle as a butterfly.
You alight upon
my emotional reverie
to birth my questioning.

You have risen 
as an inward glow 
of unexpected proportions,
ready to...

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For ten months now I’ve brooded over coming second place
in the pickle section deeming, it no less than a disgrace.
It was written plain and simple,...

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On Good Friday after church we eat
curried pickled fish and hot crossed buns
and drink black coffee because we share
in the painful agony of the Lord.
On...

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~Brown Rice cooked with kidney beans
   Southern home flavor
   Curried chicken and ginger
   With  pear preserve sauce
 ...

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to be curried away in green cardamom dreams
	is to float in the zest of orange spicy creams.
to fight against urges of curcuma yellow lust,
	is to...

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Consuming Failure


Pay heed the dancing chickens hot plate feet
lest you believe the music makes him strut
outrunning death by curried peppers sweet

the cooling of the iron...

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Under Winter sky
Love-Curried-soup lets me try
Hurry home to fly.


Fengleishanren....

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Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego:
These may not be three names you know,
But have a seat and I will tell
How they survived a fiery hell
As servants of their...

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Tale of a Squirrel's Tail

There once was a very impudent squirrel
pretending to be an innocent girl
she wore a blonde wig
tried to act so big
dancing and...

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I still remember mama's cooking.
It is said that one never forgets , no matter what age, now matter what stage, mama's cooking always remains,etched in...

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Step by step, I steadily aged with time and wisdom.
I appreciatively obliged old bones to bow before kindred, king and kingdom.
Thank you mama for cleaning...

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You've been a rock
When I felt vulnerable and unsteady

You've been a comfort
When I felt weary and downcast

You've been a balm
When I was in agony and...

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Limerick : Once a Heavy Weight was given a choice

Once a Heavy Weight was given a choice
Either to eat rice or curried lice
Mice in his...

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Limerick : Then this Wily Woman from Franco’s Spain – 4

Then this Wily Woman from Franco’s Spain
Married a divorcee and put Church in chain
There, she...

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Life is the same, yet lived differently
Under the azure of the sunny, crisp
For the seconds that birthed
Minutes that earned
Hours that gifted 
Days that created moments
Months...

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