Best Curried Poems

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, so there can be no excuse,
that the pickles in this section must be made from local produce. 

So my asparagus...

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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 bleed silently 
into my emotional pores. 

Oh Gratitude, ,
I sense your presence,
your cautious ambivalence 
that yearns to express 
some mystical feeling
of unknown...

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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 God, Most High,
Praised no false gods, would rather die
Than bow to idols of a king,
Pledge fealty to a golden thing.

These...

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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 Easter Sunday after church we braai *
meat and drink like fish and rejoice
in the victory over death and grave.

* (rhymes...

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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 steady the ship and do what we must.
to bathe in the warmth of ginger drop puddles
	is to swim for your...

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


Fengleishanren....

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~Brown Rice cooked with kidney beans
   Southern home flavor
   Curried chicken and ginger
   With  pear preserve sauce
   Horseradish blended
   Tossed salad 
   Yum!   

   For and in Honor...

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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 his sole treat
keep moving to avoid the final cut
pay heed the dancing chickens hot plate feet

harsh tempo of perfections searing...

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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 prancing, giving life a whirl

One day I caught her peeping at my sill
gave me an evil eye...if looks could kill
shot...

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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 my snotty scum, 
thank you for caring when childish tears like rivers run, 
thank you for the sweet dukunu, the...

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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 my memory.
I remember her famous fried chicken, her stewed peas( hold any Jamaican man) and rice the aroma of succulent...

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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 distrust

When those I counted as friends betrayed me
You stayed true

When others regarded my feelings as a doormat
You gently placed them...

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Waiting for chips*
Hungry at noon
Vinegar, salt
Use a fork not a spoon

Eat by the sea
Where the waves are unhurried
Peas that are mushed
Sauce that is curried

Two slices of bread
A chip butty create
Overloading my buds 
Luscious carbohydrate

There are pies. There are peas
There is gravy and fish
Loading it all...

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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 that yielded 
Years that counted under the 
Solar, I thank the Creator whom
Curried me through times and
The family that holds...

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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 said : « Me ? Married ! »
Here, she said : « Me ? Curried ! »
Free-Maisons dubbed her :...

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