Best Romaine Poems
For the breath I took when I opened my eyes, to start this new Today
For the smile in my heart from knowing Your angels protect me along the way
I am able to stand up, to walk and run; to lift up my arms toward the sky
In this blessing of movement bestowed upon me, there is nothing that I cannot try
I thank You that I can experience life; to laugh, and hug, and dance
To share Your love with humanity - I am willing to take the chance
I praise You for those that share in my life, whose love and support I have found
And the helping hands that hold me up - when trying times get me down
Though the love of my life has passed away to join You in Heaven's Rest
I give thanks to You for the years we shared, for we gave each other our best
There are those who live in fear and pain; many souls who are lost and forlorn
In Your Word You said Christ is always with us, and so they are not alone
I thank You for hearing our prayers Holy One; sometimes we pay You no mind
But Your thoughts toward us are more than the sand, and they stand the test of time
So thank You, Great Yahweh, Creator of all - the Heavens, the Earth and the Seas
For giving Your Son, Your Spirit, Your Word, and providing for all of our needs
Singing praises to You, Father Yahweh, I'll sing praises to You everyday
To You I give thanks and to Christ, Your Son, for helping us find our way
Neva Romaine
10/23/2015
Darkness And Despair
By: Neva Romaine
I surrounded myself with all manner of things
That brings in a semblance of cheer
The lights are bright, the noises are loud
No time to think or fear
But then time passed by-all distractions have gone
Nothing further to fill empty space
Dreaded darkness again...and I am alone
Am I doomed to this forlorn place?
Making every day, my last.
Cutting new demons into the claim of life
Missing, the light in each moment I breathe
Thinking of the things I miss - before I sleep
Finally, I find myself hitting rock bottom
Fading into hopelessness, frighten by joy
Alone, with vibes that hold not spark
Trying to reach for the light, from despair
--A Poet Destroyer Collaboration--
7/31/2015
Submitted for: One From The Dark Side Poetry Contest
Sponsored By: John Lawless
September 26, 2022
Risotto with shrimp and peas
Grilled romaine with pears
Lemon rolls with raspberry jam
Crisp Sauvignon Blanc
Strawberry –Rhubarb Pie
A warm breeze
Friends!
Flaming steaks and ice cold drinks
you thought good food had become extinct
until you ate here and gave us a nod and a wink.
Appetizers galore with soft stringy cheese sticks, artichoke hearts deep fried
with a taste of parmesan cheese and a dip to please.
bacon wrapped shrimp you might want to frame, seared sea scallops that
make you want to gallop, stuff mushrooms that'll make you croon, escargot
and baked claims as you eat them you'll definitely leave a stain
Ice burg lettuce or romaine with fresh dressing all homemade.
Lobster bisque soup with a deep rich taste if you don't like
seafood try Tomato bisque instead, French onion soup either a bowel
or cup just don't be a glut.
Your auntre is about to start your just warming up
hot garlic bread with a wonderful spread, Chris's secret recipe if he
told you how he made it you'd be dead.
Succulent steaks porterhouse, ribeye, serlion, T-bone and of course filet
add garlic or lemon butter to dip, 'hooray!'
Chicken flew by giving you legs and wings deep fried
want a little less oil try the fresh grilled chicken
fit for a royal.
Hamburger, cheeseburger just choose your cheese and of course
add bacon please. Want an egg on top sunny side up
when you squeeze the bun it will definitely erupt.
The beef is so fresh the cows stopped mooing when
it hit the grill with no sign of stress.
Vegetable melody or a little broccoli please.
The potato why so many things I can do
baked, French fried, homefried or even mashed
some round or shaped like a torpedo.
Baked fish Talapia, Flounder or even Sea Bass
'Oh' so fresh. We have an aquarium in the back,
just teasing we use a pole and bait at our near by lake.
End the evening as you sit back with a luscious sweet dessert
but please don't drool bibs are provided if needed
or even a paper sack on your way out.
Just remember as my Daddy always said,
'You all come back now you hear, friends are like family
and we hold you all dear!'
Coming Soon: The new "Fire and Ice Grill and Pub"
T Reams
On a blustery winter night my loved one comes to dine.
The table is set for two in front of a cheerful fire and
a candle flickers in delight beside one perfect yellow rose.
I greet my love with a kiss and a glass of Napa Ridge Sauvignon
Blanc. We sit for a while and enjoy fig and Humboldt Fog
goat cheese crostini, while we sip the sweet nectar of the grape.
Soon it is time for me to serve a salad of grilled romaine with bacon and
cherry tomato vinaigrette. We enjoy our quiet conversation while
listening to a compilation disc I made of some of his favorites…
Chopin piano sonatas, Billy Joel ‘s Uptown Girl, The Phantom Of The Opera
and a few selections from an old Beetles album.. Now the entre,
Lamb Chops with a garlic and mustard crust, haricort verts in browned
butter and potatoes gratin . With our entrée we splurge on a bottle
of Screaming Eagle Zinfindel..A bit later I bring out a huckleberry tart
with homemade vanilla bean ice cream.
It was an an evening of culinary delight, made truly special by being with
the one that keeps me safely in his heart.
Setting: a cafe, chamonix, in hand a tea.
Across- a woman, seated, not seeing me.
Embarrassed I am,
that I, a questionable I,
like a lamb: 97 and 1 kilogram,
am engulfed by her,
like Noah by heavanly mer.
Can I help it?- No!
That this Helen
this doe
or maybe Annabel of Poe
has transfixed me so
No!
For she, unbeknowest to anyone but me,
has -- like a jockey to horse--
narrowed my vision, my every decision.
My goals, my independent roles,
are all now but foes
Dürers'crows
to that of this woman,
to that of this Syren;
A homeric vision calling my name,
my thoughts [set completely in frame].
For she is Femme French,
whose lip, whose tongue, whose
unequaled gaze,
melts hearts, muffles minds, and
spirits sets a daze;
She is a picture Romaine-
a poetic refrain-
a Cloud Loraine-
Tout l'univers(se), turning perverse-
all those once sane.
And when you, pardon- she
speaks; «please, more tea»
she, unknowingly, speaks to me,
wow, she trully speaks to me.
Votre langue francais,
what can I say.
We in the west, at our best
butcher and hack at our speach,
yet you- lyrically spue- a harmonious
coo,
a ventricular breech....
Our « (c)(h)(o)(c)(o)(l)(a)(t)(e), »
americanized, anglasized,
Is not as sweet as your---
« chocolat »--- taste that
mmmm-hmmm
tis better, the way you pronounce every letter
as in decrouver, or illuminer.
To think, that this, your verbal kiss,
turns me so amiss.
But lets ((focus))- back to the Now,
sitting in chair, starring at her hair-
tied back, pulled back, let's get abstract:
lips parted, bangs parted.
Her cheeks lifted- my heart uplifted.
Facial confusion!
Her eyes whisper, « mister, »
maybe sinister?
Who knows, maybeee... the nose!
Striking a pose-
Running, twitching, creating true woes-
in a heart that weeps, reeps, but rarely sows.
Now you can see what she does to me.
my mind is adrift, but who cares- What a Gift!
To be lost in her presence- a humble
peasant- in the present is a present.
So- I'm sitting in a chair,
staring, glaring, intimately at her,
seeking, searching, for our eyes to
meet, to greet, in lustful heat,
for her to return my gaze
and to be lost in that haze till the
end of my days....
But wait.... What is this.
Something is amiss.
A realization, a *****?
OH GOD....
I have a *****...
****. I'm just another creepy loner.
When down San Fernando
See my cousin on Coffee Street
I said “hey what’s up cousin
Been a long time we haven’t meet
“Man you change your number
tell me How have you been?
The last time I saw you
Was at rianna and Mackie wedding
Then we take a bus ride
Going to maracas beach
Drink out a six pack
By the time we reach
Under a coconut tree
We watching girls passing by
try to talk to one
She said “don’t even try
We know Sometimes
A little communication is good
Time and distance
Can be misunderstood
Went to see my brother
Down penal at powergen
Hey”long time no see brother”
How is the wife and children?
Soon after lunch
We went to shoot some pool
Then hang out in the gallery
Until the kids come from school
Time to leave now
Walking out of the gate
My sister in law gives me some food
To take home in a plate
We know Sometimes
You got to go see your family
Because blood is thicker than water
We all are leaves from the same tree
Me and my brothers
We all get in Rogers car
and Visit the families
From Indian trail to marabella
And in the evening
We gone to lime in la romaine
with bobby ,teddy and daughter
Next week we plan to do it again
We know sometimes
A little fun is good
Because time and distance
Between families can be misunderstood
Sunday morning in 2nd street
Playing cricket and football
Shirley cooking lunch
and Send riad to give us a call
Curry duck and bush up shut
Black label rum and cold beers
Eating drinking and laughing
Sugar boy” says let make a cheer
We know Sometimes
Having a good time is good
This is what we need
Life can be misunderstood
Johnny, jump up, spring thyme has sprung!
Sun's morning glory pours into your window peaks.
Arise, tired eyes, lift your cheeks with a smile!
Kiss me sweetly; These tulips are for you.
Lettuce turnip the volume of robins' chirping
by a closer stride, a stroll outside.
Take a breath of fresh air, as it freesia.
Butterflies drink from the dew of the buttercups.
Bluebells are ringing a welcoming beet.
Blue birds are singing their rhapsodies.
Lilacs are back in full bloom.
Make room for Dusty Miller.
His baby's breath is stiller
than a sweet pea in the valley.
Orange you happy that you rose up
to see our mums in perfect peace?
Cauliflower a weed or a treat;
Some flowers are even healthy to eat!
Lettuce romaine here and taste the scene.
Thistle be an amazing spring!
Flowers:
Johnny Jump Up
Morning Glory
Tulips
Freesia
Buttercups
Bluebells
Lilac
Dusty Miller
Baby's Breath
Sweet Pea
Rose
Mums
Herbs:
Thyme
Vegetables:
Lettuce
Turnip
Beet
Cauliflower
Romaine Lettuce
Fruit:
Orange
Weeds:
Thistle
Contrary to popular belief, it did not come from Rome.
California in the USA is what it calls home.
This rather simple salad is considered fabulous.
All you need to make it is a little romaine lettuce.
Take a piece of lemon, and squeeze it for the juice.
Giving this salad a slightly tangy taste is its use.
Throw in some oil and vinegar, and some parmesan cheese.
What you have is something that will please.
Do not worry if tomatoes are out of season.
They do not go into the recipe is the reason.
Want to dress it up some more? Take some chicken from the grill.
Now you have an entrée salad that will thrill.
If they do not like vegetables, this is a great way
to see they get their healthful serving of five a day.
Petite-o-tat-oes, baked
of a fiery oven
Crispy skin
as spud's innards
fluff into a hot
morsel of delight
Butter-drowned
sour cream, spices
Romaine lettuce wedge
french bread-fresh-baked
creamy brie, Pinot Noir
tantalized taste-buds
Like a hot fudge sauce
effused
onto stone-cold
tutti-frutti
sensate's tongue tip
Salivation!
timer
hums
readiness -
Delectable
Consumption
of crispy, savory
Petite-o-tat-oes
To blue flames
set-ablaze
dessert of
"Cherries Jubilee"
My heart has been mixed like a fresh romaine salade
you toss in the drama right along with the mozzerella cheese
before I even knew my wants I was
running away from my needs.
I'm so for love I would do a walk for it like it was AIDS.
Or travel back in time and battle for it like I was in the crusade.
But lately I've been feeling like a marago round that never ever ends.
I'm the child begging to get off but workers can't detect the problem.
Eventually I have to get off. Just like eventually it will be a man or a women
that ultimately rescues me from the insanities of single life.
Eventually I'll do a little twirl for whomever it is.
Sometimes I wonder if my standards are way too high
but than I'm afraid that if I settle I'll miss the one
I've been waiting to finally be that ride or die for.
I like the apple and the banana.
My heart must be obese because I can't seem
find my imfamous fanta girl.
~Gypsies Tramps and Thieves~
Gypsies what do we think, the word is coupled with hate
But were the original gypsies - aware of their fate
The Egyptian forebears were exiled from their home
Supposedly for hiding Jesus so too other continents they did roam
The Romaine Egyptians, were then exiled they had to cross the sea
And became a shortened version -the word we use gyp - sy.
A gentleman of the road the romanticised tramp was named
He didn’t look for work but for this he was not shamed
He begged his way across the land, begging for a crust
You leave him out a plate but be careful which you trust.
To deprive someone of their goods, and keep them for their own
The thieves of this world are the scum we do not their actions condone
Unlike the old time gypsy or the gentleman of the road
Those that commit acus reus, are lower than the toad
Unlike a toad we will not hurt, the thieves need to be caught
Unlike the tramp or gypsy - lessons need to be taught
Our trust we should be careful where ever we do place it
Gypsies tramps and thieves are not the best bet - let us fact it.
©
acus reus : the act of theft to deprive some one of their goods
As I gaze at my gorgeous lunch salad
sings to me a sonorous love ballad!
What’s dazzling about temporal food
that calls for this surreal mood?
The melting silk of shredded cheddar cheese
on the sharp crunch of leafy romaine lettuce
the crimson of tomatoes on the vine
ripened to juiciness by golden sunshine
the lingering creaminess of halved walnuts
laden on my favorite honeycrisp apple,so evenly cut
oh, the delight of discovering savory sesame sticks
stop enticing me with your seasoned tricks!
the amazing littleness and power of sunflower seeds
is there and end to this gastronomical greed
the tangy sweet of shriveled cranberry
all together leave my tummy full,heart fluttery
Its the secret spice, your love sprinkled in the foliage medley
that makes the concoction so unbelievably tasty
Written on 06/27/2016
P Pass over, O God of Israel, the houses of Israel on this night
E Egypt, unsuspecting even at midnight of what was to come
S Smite, God of Israel, every firstborn Egyptian male
A Anguished Cries from every Egyptian household
C Children of Israel hurriedly exit the land
H Hallelujah! Praise the Lord, God!
S Spill ten drops of wine, symbolic of the ten plagues which struck Egypt
E Eat matso* and maror** to recall 210 bitter years of slavery there
D Dayenu***-- It would have sufficed us to have merely left Egypt
E Elaborate in the telling the story of our going forth from Egypt
R Recline at the table, in the manner of free people, noblemen
Wishing one and all a Happy Passover / Easter Season!
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* Matso is poor bread: thin, cracker-like, tasteless
** Maror is bitter herb: Horseradish root or even romaine lettuce stalks
*** Dayenu, it would have sufficed us, even had we not crossed the Red Sea...had we not traveled to the foot of Mt. Sinai,...had we not received the Tablets of the Ten Commandments at Mt. Sinai,...had we not eventually come to and conquered the Land of Israel
I am sitting here with my pen
Wondering what to write
Don’t want to think of the topic
Or the subject of love tonight
Some say I write about love to much
It’s in most of my poems
Some thinks it’s my own emotions
And I pure my feelings into them
Yes some times to write a poem
You have to put your heart into it
And then fiction and reality blends
Like a colorful sweater being knit
When any one read my poems
I like to leave them thinking after
So I write from many sides of life
Fill with tears, love and laughter
So today I won’t write about love
I think I will give it a rest
There are a lot more important topics
Maybe I can try to address
But the only thing that comes to mind
Is the woman that I’m crazy about?
Her beautiful smile, her starry eyes
And sweet voice from her cute mouth
My heart melts every time I see her
And like a wave she swept me away
And she glows brighter than the moon
Over the beautiful maracas bay
Oh sorry, I’m writing about love again
It’s just so hard to not think of her
But Let me stop this poem now
And get a next sheet of paper
Maybe I will write a song
With a nice melody to get you hook
And look for some pictures for it
And later post on face book
Or I could write about la romaine
By my cousins teddy, bobby and daughter
Hanging out, playing cricket and football
And helping my aunt sell by the cinema
Or about our times in Indian trail
Going in the bush for grapefruit to eat
Or when all the kids come to marabella
To spend holidays on ramsamooj street
Or write about learning tailoring
By ram mohess tailoring on Lord Street
And when ram send me by takoor, s
To buy bake and beef for the workers to eat
And its where I meet my best friends
Derek, jacks, Carl, gangadeen
Then Derek stop going to parties
Join Hare Krishna and shave his head clean
But I can’t stop thinking of her
And I just want to write of the love I feel
And I will blend in fiction with reality
So no one can tell which part is real