Best Flambeau Poems
Saturday Morning’s routines
The odor of wood smoke
Came into my bedroom
I saw the flambeau flickering lights
From my window
That when I knew it was time
To get out of bed;
I heard old man Sealy voice
He said to his wing man
To put another log on the fire
Keeps the fire blasting?
He said
I put on my rubber rain boots
I Headed down to the barn
Knowingly, it was so close to dawn
Pappy said hey “small point”
Where are you going?
Go back to your bed.
I just wanted to watch
The pigs being slaughter
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Every Saturday morning
Old man Sealy slaughter the animals
On my granddad farm
It meant meat for the villagers
Pork, beef, chicken and lambs
Fresh Meat for all:
Pappy always said
Do not handicap the children
By making their lives easy
So I hurried on down to the pig pens to watch.
The pigs struggle and squeal violently
The lambs’ trembles
As they struggle to be free
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As a little child,
I thought that animal was raised
To be killed for food;
Now looking back on those days
I think it was incredible and sad
However, I had some wonderful time
Grilling meat on a stick
With the Butcher’s team
My Childhood memories
Of the slaughter house
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August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born.
The odd uneven time—Sylvia Plath
End Of August
The end of August is oh so near
Yet, another day of golden sun scorches
Another day with ruby rays that sear
Wild brush burns like fiery torches
No not an exaggeration, a flambeau
Blistering heat blankets my tawny skin
Sweltering August, I bid you adieu
Foliage dry and brittle; sunken in
Squinting eyes, blinded bright
Awaiting shadows that stretch and deepen
Sun flowers once vivid, lost in a haze of light
Autumn creeps in imperceptibly subtle, sublimely
Ablaze are the arid western skies
The evening west's sun takes its time, rashly, untimely
Yellow aglow, settling sights of fires belies
Lingering sun setting its rouge rage lust
Harbinger of the season to come
Equinox heralds a sign,
in the end of August
Candle
Spark in the dark
burns clear, melts fear, brings cheer
ready to die spreading the Light
Flambeau
Cinquain (Traditional)
04.01.17
FIRE OPERATIE. (operatie is Dutch word for operation in English)
F ine matter in combustion with oxygen too luculent,
I ncandescent fire's poise flares up its ligament.
R esourceful if used with a well crafted stroke,
E nds up in its originality into a smoke.
Barbeque pomfret dances on the hot grill plate,
Fella operant is harum scarum,focus drifts to marr,
Fish a dish untowardly gets blackish straight,
Penchant of the palate now becomes a scar.
Water cycle disturbed,soil has furious fire,
Ex improviso calamities,lava,firestorms dig deep,
Diseases new to skin pop up,scorching rays conspire,
Greed of us if controlled,time again will reap.
Flambeau flickers soothing fire,inner heart purges,
So many wants wanted,this is what one urges.
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01/05/2016
Lets Have Fun
Oh how we enjoy a festival,
It is a time to celebrate, and it’s annual,
Oft at this time we are boastful,
It’s a special time to time to dazzle!
There’s no better time than at harvest,
Hopefully this year’s crop is the biggest,
Our attentive labors have been the dearest,
We can only pray the product is the fairest!
What’s a good festival without laughter?,
Lots of fun, fare and plenty of banter,
Fun for all, no time for anger,
Colorful signs on each and every banner!
Colors aplenty of hue, mostly red,
So much to see, nothing should be misread,
Take in everything, don’t be a pinhead,
Plays, mimes, games, and food, especially cornbread!
Lots of vegetables, breads, and even an orange,
The games offer all a challenge,
Most fun is the throwing of a sponge,
Make no hesitation go for the plunge!
Bright are the banners, many of yellow,
Some folks are enjoying the game of bunko,
Turkey legs are available, served flambeau,
The more one participates, the more they glow!
Best to see are all those wondrous costumes,
No doubt they were held for this day in cloakrooms,
One came also enjoy various scented perfumes,
Ah, what scents are sniffed from those plumes!
Last not least is heard the joyous music,
All melodious, some serious, some classic and some comic,
This day is one of happiness, it is a classic,
None to compare with, this day is epic!
It's Mardi Gras time down in New Orleans ~ it's a carnival of memes
Where the people sing and play ~ there's music in the streets, both night and day
Everybody's having fun and drinking wine ~ because it's carnival time
"Throw me something mister" as parades go by ~ that's the Mardi Gras cry
Bourbon Street is the place to be ~ if it's boobs you want to see for free
Better part of town is where many go ~ night parades led by Flambeau*
*Flambeau is the name given to men who carry torches as they lead nighttime parades. Long held New Orleans tradition.
Germ of essence.
Human blob.
Shattered eggshell to the chicklet hatched.
Interlocking family of a kingdom.
Beget or begone? Antigone!
Pouch bearing mammal with no issue for her milk a plenty.
Enlightened species on
a zodiac sign.
Propagating genus wild and free yet stillborn.
Wet nurse in a pregnant phase but still a child at hearth or so it seems.
Meadow grazing Macropod fazes antipodean observer all the while.
New arrival signage whose laboured footprint chills on every impact.
Courier from catacombs, fateful torch aloft, flambeau at a glance where toddlers cheer, sonnet form heraldry ablaze with kindling verse.
Human destination thread that spins a hopeful tale.
Cave of legends halting site persevered by household zeal.
Stalagmite, stalactite, granite grey day gulag’s natal spasm.
Troglodyte who once did tramp upon a uterine tunnel trading in survival for relief.
Embryonic creeper stuck on dry wall canvas.
Border crossing cradle cordons off a check point, never mind the cost or inconvenience.
Acorn random toss, mighty oak seed trap between a leaf and fallen log.
Flower pollen stigma,
never seen as shameful to the fertile mind.
Tree of life penumbra casts a limelight shade.
Concepts pulse the mind like nascent parabolic kites that stymie outcome.
Genesis of brainwave.....
nurtured by insightful minds and marble carver tomes.
Olympic status offspring, budding Einstein player on the ball.
Thought, the inner urchin magnet probing deep inside magenta labyrinths.
Wheel of fortune‘s mumsy shadow
ova.
Masterful philosophy storing foetal logic on some growth cell’s wellspring fountain.
Infant augur embers fan their winter flame regardless.
Birthright , birthstone,
birth pang, the reproductive organs of infinity whose algebraic series has no final chapter scheduled.
Has life got you sitting in a chair playing solitaire? Thinking, if only I could get there? Yet you're completely unaware and so tired of listening to ridiculously hot air? If you feel life's just not fair, try prayer then, Hang In There.
Life is nifty, shifty and sometimes fifty-fifty. Made up of trails, tribulations, lots of allegations among the nations. We're like trees trying to withstand the wind, the stiff break, the humble learn to bend, need to mend? You have a True Eternal Friend.
So, when your feel neglected, disrespected to keep your life from becoming hella hectic remember, heaven and you are well connected, only if you don't reject it. Life's giving you a real scare, try prayer, Hang In There.
Now, you will have roadblocks, going through the school of hard knocks, try stepping out of the box, change the norm, find, you're a beautiful life form just before a wonderful brainstorm.
So, whether you're flambeau or the average Joe, there's no need to be jealous or overzealous watching others reach their plateau. Stay in the know, what you get back is from the seed you sow, Plant a Rainbow.
And when it seems, nobody care, make you throw your hands in the air, spit, hoot, holler, swear but still getting nowhere. Try prayer and it's a must you Hang In There.
Banana Flambeau,
is very fine fare.
It isn't well known,
that's why it's so rare.
They lit it on fire,
and singed Nana's hair,
The damn place went wild.
gave us a scare.
Old Nana's alright,
Just a wig, not her hair.
Although Banana Flambeau,
can be Dangerous Fare.
Each line is composed of two Anapaest metres and a final Spondee metre.
Come to me and put thine sweet eyes
on this note that thus came, e’en tries
to put slander within my mind
of the old and bad trite stale kind.
What false lines do impinge thy name
for such claims do, love, make thee blame
in the splitting of so great pair,
the well known Lord and Lady Blare.
Such words I will not yea believe
since without gens how they deceive.
The hot fire of this flame’s flambeau
will burn scurrilous page I know.
Then with glaive on this pole I’ll take
their head clean off for they name’s sake.
Little Miss Muffet
" Fair damsel loitered, arachnoid annoyed her."
Jack Be Nimble
" Avoid yon flambeau with agile gambol."
Mary Had A Little Lamb
" Pet with positive valence kept mistress under
surveillance."
Mary Mary Quite Contrary
" Pugnacious female with botanical care hast thou made
right everything that's there?"
There Was An Old Woman Who Lived In A Shoe
" Octogenarian with surfeit of progeny indwelt a brogan
in a state of monogamy."
Jack Sprat
"Carbohydrates and sinew are on this pair's menu."
(Dedicated to KEVIN SKINNER, TURF (the Human Knot)
and to all other individuals who don't have the means
but have the will)
I am not a horseman, I am not a sailor;
I don't have a penny, I often asked for favor.
I am an amateur who had not traveled far;
My only compass is the Northern Star.
I follow the star, I'm on a journey
Crossing desserts, the swamps, and prairies.
I heard the voices of the unbelieving;
For them the journey is not worth doing.
Lend me a flambeau for my vision is blurred;
I am headed to a place where no one has explored.
As soon as I'm back from my uncertain travel;
I shall bring you the good news and things to marvel.
The sting of ambition has pierced through my bones;
As I carefully picked on the pros and the cons.
For I'd never been as eager or determined than before;
Though the road maybe confronted with a sudden detour.
If the road that I follow may lead to nowhere,
I shall not compromise my dream to blips of despair.
In a dif'rent terrain I hoped not to fail;
I shall conquer the woods and establish my own trail.
The dogs that howled at my guiding star;
Signaling aggression as I heard from afar.
And the darkness that engulfed from here and to there
Could not deter the ambition of a determined traveler.
Date & Time of Writing:
June 19, 2012
2:18 p.m. - 4:05 p.m.
Thirty Shades of May
Did my stimulus show up today?
Do these masks really have to stay?
What the hell happened, we say
Can toilet paper be added as mainstay?
When can our children go and play?
Will social distancing keep the virus at bay?
Are these conspiracies theories cray cray?
Some waters are now blue, not gray, they say
Will Chinas government be made to pay?
Will essential businesses change day by day?
How much more disinfectant need I spray?
How can I spin this to be semi- gay?
We need more masks on that hospital tray!!
Will the entire economic system fray?
Where will all the dead bodies lay?
Shall our planet simply become a flambeau?
Are we still in the flowery month of May?
"What the hell happened?", we say
Talking bout people they want to spay?
Lean in closer you beautiful blue Jay
Did the President suggest we just. ..parlay?
How many deaths reported by that international djay?
"What the hell happened?", we say
Will we need all that fresh mown hay?
Or, our new world is vegetarian now everyday?
How long will our life be on delay?
Did the news brief just blame the attache?
"What the hell happened?", we say
Could we really be lead so astray?
Are we still in the month of flowery May?
PRAY PRAY PRAY
You got my heart beating at scouring velocity I bet
The colors of your paint job would be Flambeau and desert sunset
You got more juice than a Holley 650 double pump carburetor
As kind and cool as the interior of a 68 continental coach door
Your mouth was built with the precision of a go no go gauge
Your voice the soothing hum of a well-bathed metal lath
With a mind that’s as on point as a floor-mounted drill press
The drafting baton that laid down your lines, curvaceous
Another thing I noticed is you shine brighter than chrome
With the simple yet complex beauty of a geodesic dome
Romanced muskiness-
night highlights insect flambeau
signaling love’s code;
amour pheromones broadcast,
firefly affair caught, hand held.
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