Best Smelt Poems
My Grandma smelt of peppermints.
Her kitchen of boiling bacon,
and margarine - it was always steamy
and 'welcomingly' warm.
The bathroom, off the kitchen,
smelt of carbolic soap, and a layer
of talcum powder dusted the cupboards
a reminder of its liberal use.
The garden, with a greenhouse,
had a glorious array of pinks
and Sweet Williams - it was always summer:
no winters here, always sunny, as I recall.....
The old corrugated air-raid shelter,
above ground now, was a haven
for childhood, childish games.
It smelt of paraffin from the heater.
My Grandma smelt of peppermints.
She would lick her hanky and
wipe my mouth if it was sticky
from the gingerbread she'd made.
My Grandma always looked the same,
never younger, never older:-
her memory etched in my cerebral
photo frame as I remember her ........
smelling of peppermints,
fingers deformed with crippling arthritis,
but smiling, wiping mouths, cooking,
or sitting in her little garden in a floral dress.....
She's been gone for thirty years now,
but still I see her there.
I see the tissue filled pockets in her
'pinny'and the pin-curls in her hair.
Yes, my Grandma smelt of peppermints.........
Smelt Spelt
Smelt Spelt
Smelt Spelt
Taciturn brown blackened smelt under wrapped green elephant ears laying in a
pool of fluid leaked on a bed of brown crusty spelt in points of poverty in the
chastity belt of time.
Every thirteen feet as described in the tenements of Leroy there is a firepit for the
use of the fishermen of Longest town. The Dutch Harbor has a dike. She patrols
the area. Checking the outlay traps. She is lonely. The water is held away by the
dam. The Smelt lay near the dam and are trapped rather easily in used clam
containers hauled up with the dikes help she uses a belt and gathers all the
smelt into a kept cooler. The Spelt is harder it is thrashed. All the fishermen
named Leroy meet and thrash the spelt until it can be felt and gathered into
boxes and then kept beside the kept cooler full of smelt. They wrap the smelt up
in the spelt up inside the ears of elephant. When it roasts slowly in the firepits it
makes some fluid. This is drained into a giant crock pot and there is soup for the
entire village of Leroy and dike has more than enough as well.
And every one in poverty and chastity is fine they smell. They smell the smelt
spelt in the ears of the elephant plant.
Smelt Spelt
The scents of autumn once smelt,
Bring back the reminisces of times
When I, like same-minded folks much felt
Like spinning on the wheels of rhymes.
Those times when the atmosphere
Strode softly on the passions of muse,
So much that in their symbiosis' fair
Great men of ink-and-papyrus did peruse.
Once upon an autumn, I could recall
How I and some friends at Siron's lake
Talked and swam and laughed till nightfall,
And wished we were there till daybreak.
O, days when the world kind and gay,
Was still a destination of decency;
Ages in which people of old did stay
With less tales of envy and conspiracy!
The scents of autumn once smelt,
Would you please bring back the times,
When people of heart like mine felt
Like spinning on the wheels of rhymes?
smelt
mumble
set aside
all lingerings
let the water rise
feelings pressured in me
yet, everything is alright
tender tip lings around my neck
take it easy now, a few more steps
cooling and press your lips upon my flesh
compromising tingles, in different sets
place your hands on my hips, enter soft at your own bliss
'While stranded high and dry
unemployed skippers ate a lot of kippers'
which smacks of a red herring to me
is a tale told when we were but nippers
altho' with neither fowl nor feline
in a beautiful pea-green boat
the motley crew who put to sea
were assuredly safe and sound when afloat
but then as ocean water rose within
thereby a somewhat large hole revealing
the now woeful matelots felt dreadfully unhappy
as they smelt a strange yet serious sinking feeling
for sadly a rather bad leak had sprang in the bilge below
and their ship went down like the proverbial stone
so the jobless captains fared far better
as landlubbers secure ashore home on their own