Best Larders Poems
"A Goodly Warning"
by Rachel Heffington
O! Time is a faerie-maid, dark is her dairy laid:
Larders of mem'ry and amethyst lore.
But one kiss from her lips
On your lips as she slips
One cold hand in your pocket will finish the chore.
For her kiss it is sweet
It is death, it is meat
It is sharp as a bone-frost and light as a wheat
In her bed, poppy-reds
glimmer bright as she shreds
All your best years of life into raggedy threads.
O! She picks every purse with a laugh and a curse
but a beggar she stays till the end of no end.
For her girtle is trim
From the breast to the hem;
She must ever stay hungry to eat what you lend.
Never thanks, never smile,
Such small coinage is vile
In pay for the life-years snipped off of a man.
But a kiss for the road
- Age and Slumber your load -
And a red-lipped farewell where your trouble began.
O! Time is a faerie-maid, dark is her dairy laid:
Larders of mem'ry and amethyst lore
But one kiss from her lips
On your lips as she slips
One cold hand in your pocket will finish the chore.
Categories:
larders, allusion, analogy, beautiful, fairy,
Form:
Free verse
The heat of summer slowly dissipates.
Long days grow shorter and the weather cools,
as Autumn equinox delineates,
when children move from beaches back to schools,
and leaves begin to dry as sap recedes,
preparing for their colorful array.
When frost arrives with glistening silver beads,
Fall’s arbor shines in glorious display,
while pumpkins ripen in the farmer’s field.
Thanksgiving overflows from grateful breast,
with larders full of generous summer yield,
and nature slows for winter’s frozen rest.
Bright leaves fall, leaving twigs and branches bare,
as forest floors acclaim autumnal flare.
Categories:
larders, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
The Ocean
When he heard, I had been a seafarer he wanted to know about
the ocean, “write it down for me,” he said...What nerve.
The ocean has many colours one of them is blue, sometimes it is
like a mud and often it is black with shattering of greenness like
a spring day in the Alps. There are times when it a watery Swiss,
enormous white topped waves bearing down on your ship that
shudders like a wet dog and only nuns keep their calm they have
lived a chaste life and expect to be handed a pair of wings should
things go wrong. There the is golden morning ocean, that blinks like
a million golden ducats are floating on its silky surface, not to forget
the moon casting its dark mystic upon the ocean trying to drag you
into its strange mysteriousness. I could not tell him this because at
the time I was thinking of being in an oak forest chasing squirrels and
raiding their larders of nuts.
Categories:
larders, adventure, allusion, angst, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
the apple tree greed
the apple tree greed
he has an apple a green apple
he is the only person in this room
with a green apple
suppose suppose NOW
he has MORE of those at home
WHY he has a GREEN APPLE tree
In his backyard no WAIT
He has a vineyard behind his chapeau
And he makes green apple wine
And he sells it to the BOONES FARM people
And they make BOONES FARM green apple wine
And the whole city is soon sick
The children ralf and barf and ralf again
There is no more end to the men
Drinking all the green apple wine
To make this ONE person rich
He never offered me any of his wine
Eyes never drink of alcoholic beverage
Eye have juices and tea and a soda please
I'm just full of good intentions
Picking green apples in my mind and eating way too many
Having a green apple with mye lunch of poetical decay
WAIT he left and YES he took the green apple core with him
Not leaving me a bite not wanting me to taste the pleasure
of his mite. Why eye understand him greedy is his name
the green apple hoarder has so many apples now his wine cellar is so full and
his larders aer so rich he does save the stems and seeds to plant again in
ground so rich and he chews on this green apple while he watches MTV in
selfish hedonistacal revenge while eye have no green apple stuck between my
teeth OH bliss oh strang decay my teeth at least aer happier today he took the
core away he left me all alone im appleless today im happier to say no song is
being sung of little apples of the green variety been hung oh see the tree how big
its grown the apples have been lost too long and they fall in misery from
branches of decay to rot to rot to rot upon the vineyard floor there is no apple wine
no more the green variety is gone they drink it only read and red is the color of the
wine in cups so full of color there in plates so heaped of agony with applesauces
vailiantly piled higher then the sky.
Categories:
larders, funny, introspection, nature, science
Form:
Free verse
Add some water
Bring to boil slowly
Condiments will come later
Dolloped desire dropped in
Edibles let her entice
Fresh with filled flavor
Grown lovingly at home
Heartily stirred to cooking
I read the recipe and see
Jelled images of repast
Kindly koshered believers
Larders of lowfat love
Milking a midnight marinade
Nourishing nocturnally
Organic ardoured nutrition
Potluck or purposefully
Quinoa ingrained meal
Recipes of relish
Soul food sweet and sticky
Unseasoned and unwritten
Victuals for vegans
Whole meal and rice
Xanthan gum aside
Yolks and yogurts
Zealously zigzag alphasoup
© Goode Guy 2012-01-26
glue ten free soup
Categories:
larders, fantasy, food, love, passion,
Form:
ABC
Autumn sun’s shimmering light, glorifies the day’s finale, at the top of the road, a beacon of fall.
Through golden leaves, which are swiftly whisking off the proud oak’s strong-held branches,
Alive with gentle glitzy touches of orange, and an occasional glimpse of yellow turning to red,
The leaves land in the ditch, cushioning themselves as they land, happily joining their cousins,
Giggling and laughing silently, unaware they will be damp, and cold, curling brown and stiff soon.
The bottom leaves have already discovered the corpse of the raccoon but they keep their counsel,
Not wanting to distress the top layers, who are still optimistically leaping from the oak, in joy.
End of September, life turning into death, and back into life, one season birthing the next,
A dance understood and appreciated by the oak, who has seen this dance longer than most.
End of September, a beautiful time of pumpkin pies and Mason Jars full of apple butter.
Larders full to bursting, a fantastic harvest, optimism at its height, the magnificent autumn dance.
Written 9-24-2018 End of September Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
larders, autumn,
Form:
Free verse
I heard the Sun whispering,
“wake-up,”
into the ear of Nature
amid cheerful musical greetings
from avian performers,
and weary creatures stirred
paying homage to the first rays of
light.
A sauntering neighbor
with a grizzly disposition
sniffed the air
as wild blueberries nearby
captured by a ray of sunshine
shuddered, and coldly accepting their fate,
they were
overcame.
Chattering banter could be heard
as persnickety high-rise purveyors
eager to fill their larders
impatiently reminded all
that their stores were empty
darkness.
Further on, where
meandering streams converged
sharing fluid gossip,
spindly legged darlings
under adult supervision
timidly sipped refreshment
while admiring their yearling faces
and all was well.
Categories:
larders, animals, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Life Lesson from a Best Seller
In appreciation of the nature trails of New Zealand,
It was not the journey, but friendships that formed as a band,
The time and memories strengthened, and kept challenges at bay,
Best friends to the end learnt wisdom in treks of clay,
Hardships built strong characters, with life where they roamed,
From where they were comfortable in their larders at home,
From where they were comfortable they travelled,
Stories inside the story became clear and unravelled,
The dangers could be lesser, through Poetry and Song,
When hiking in good company the road is never long,
The twists and turns in life itself with the unfamiliar turf,
Help us grow and propel us forward, for all it’s worth,
When travelling with a pack there is nothing to lack,
Good company will always see you through,
Supported by each others strengths’, in all you do!
Categories:
larders, adventure, analogy, animal, best
Form:
Rhyme
Myriads of golden flickering leaves dance,
Glinting reminders of coming circumstance.
Stately spruces preside as they have done before
with certain reserve, they know what’s in-store.
A hearty clear stream, shares stories from on high
with any who will listen, as it babbles by.
Stands of birch trees closely huddled together,
Warmly blanket their feet, determined to weather.
Mossy damp scents with forest aromas convey
An urgent message to all that snow is on its way.
Succulent cranberries and wild blueberries abound,
Last minute snacks for hungry bears around.
Still there are a great many bare larders to fill,
Burrows to protect; from the coming hard chill.
Indeed, there is much work so much to prepare,
As night prompts morning with moist brisk air.
And at full moonrise, in a deep cobalt sky,
Wolves will once again recite lonely cries.
Categories:
larders, animals, nature, seasons,
Form:
Couplet
Merchant vessel, clucking chickens , shiny buttons
Chanel perfume brandy tobacco Van Diemens Land
Applauded expedition notions......Memory of that kiss
Gatherings in balconies ,stables, larders , courtyards
Bathwater perfumed with orange skins lavender mint
Celestial blessing ripening vine gossamer silhouettte
Glossy pear trees perculated coffee shaving cream
Flickering candle light projecting pattern on the ceiling
Quicksilver skin tantric Indian alchemy fiery flower kiss
Categories:
larders, adventure, love, nature, nostalgia,
Form:
Verse
The moveable feast
Free food for the forager
Weeds for the foolish
Nettles that sting you
are nettles that can feed you
Praise the forest fare
Flowers to fauna
mother nature’s larders full
of flavoursome treats
Free to the finder
fare fit for a king or queen
three cheers for free food.
Categories:
larders, food,
Form:
Haiku
Fall
Autumn
Leaves of gold
Squirrels squirrel
their larders to fill
with nuts acorns fruits seeds
Hedgehogs start to hibernate
snuffling cosy place for to sleep
whilst Nature dreams of her Spring Parade
Written 25th August 2019
Contest Name Autumn or September or October Nonet
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Syllables Per Line: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
Total # Syllables: 45
Categories:
larders, autumn, sleep,
Form:
Nonet
the world's a pot
and we're all the spoons
wanting a taste to eat
smellin' life's scents
stirring things up
stewin' with our meat
there's just as much
to eat here today as
there was back before,
and there's just the
same peoples here too,
well, maybe a few more
so what's in the pot
besides some stones
to stock the soup
do you have enough
a few carrots perhaps
to share with the group
the soldiers clever
back from chaotic war
devised some psychology
to open the larders
of all the citizens
cooking up a feastology
reheated stone soup
is what can taste best
a restock to restart
and share with each other,
simmering care won't boil
it just fills the hungry hearts
© Goode Guy 2011-08-15
it's all in how it's spread out...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stone_soup
Categories:
larders, caregiving, family, food, life,
Form:
Rhyme
I start with Spring glorious spring
the time when things wake up
and once more colour floods
the earth with beautiful scented flowers
They all bask with delight in the yellow sun
while birds are busy building nests
in which to lay and tend to their chicks
one day they soon will fly.
Spring fades into the hot warmth of summer
now its the turn of insects and creepy crawlies
ants scurry along about their tasks
now bees busily collect the pollen for honey.
Beautiful ladies promenade with their beau's
watching lovely butterflies take to wing
some are caught by passing birds
that delight in feasting on all insects.
On we go to autumn sadly saying good bye to summer
time now to bring in the bountiful harvest
larders stuffed full with goodies
like apples, corn and herbs
Stored away for later when winter's snow cover the earth
turning all white tucking into each crevice
and frost dangles like sparkling tinsel
or maybe even jewels of every colour
Lakes and shallow ponds freeze over
making people gladly huddle in front of roaring fires
sniffing the smells drifting in from the kitchen
Its Christmas and once more we Remember the Lord.
Also the true meaning of his birth
we can hear God whispering in our ears
all now start to get tired of this frozen land
yearning for much warmer chimes.
Suddenly one day winter dies away
Spring once again begins to rule the land
Categories:
larders, autumn, god, jesus, spring,
Form:
Epic
Autumn expires In its own fires
simmering the fallen with flaring tints.
Leaves crepitate and crackle
skived to crisp skins.
Hedgerows turn to vacant
crypts, twigs to wooden teeth.
Arboreal embers swirl
between barelegged winds.
The groundhogs have forsaken
dawns scant larders
they seek deeper shelters
where moss-beds lay unseared
by smoldering remnants.
Halloween will be late this year,
the dead are still dying.
Categories:
larders, poetry,
Form:
Free verse