Best Sweetener Poems
A priest once told me that the lump
on my hand was a ganglion,
a fortress of fat besieged by health.
At last it burst and the hand swelled
like an old man's,
shovel shaped and splayed.
It was her black pan, butcher's meat,
too many eggs; backed up
on a plate like silage.
It was her slight hands shaking,
the constant poking with a bread knife,
the endless journey to the
first biscuit from the pack;
a menace that caught our hearts
and buttered them,
teeth marks, crusty.
Moreover, tomatoes,
pulpy and bloodlet,
burnt my wicked tongue,
purged a shard of shame,
dare I eat a box full
bedraggled in juices
and spitting at the angle of a chop kept?
Caked at the start in the corner
of the pan, beached in lard,
over fried, sole fit, chewed in discontent,
longing for more
between the acceptance of juices;
hope swallowed with brittle rashers,
timbered and gathered.
It was the thought, the deed,
the plan, the wait and duty of it.
Potatoes, eschonced in the pot, sullen, strewn;
a flaky hand sliced them deftly,
washed the starch off and raked them in.
It was sausages, flame ripped,
dashed, blackened and wedged
on the barbs of the fork,
heaved in with fried bread,
salty with froth.
It was puddings,
sinewed and cut crooked,
corpuscles of grizzle
congealing the blood,
jaws working the skin like the cud.
Eggs like ignoble sea creatures,
speckled and stiff,
surviving on the rise and fall of breath,
morphing into another gender
or something to wonder,
to chew on, to mention, once.
Perhaps a bean to lubricate,
to allow a channel of liberty
but still reheated to a lump,
a thankless sweetener to a morsel,
not unlike news.
Tea, besugared and welcome,
a scald to erode stubborn detritus,
a wash to emerge from.
Between mouthfuls of talk we glided,
sometimes low to the ground
near silence, seldom
scuttling to any real height.
I suppose that was left for
pipe and ***, in the latter end,
when all offence was shut up tight
and we had regard again;
the smoke curled up
and carried our souls,
and mingled, indiscernible
and flowed away.
Put a man who is wholesome
into a mixing pan.
Combine one loving woman
and blend well with the man.
Add the children of the man,
and the woman’s children too.
Mix them all together
as you would a pot of stew.
You’ll want to add some patience.
It will help the taste a lot.
If you’re not sure how much,
just throw in all you’ve got.
Then, six cups of sweetener
and fourteen cups of love.
Sprinkle in some blessings
from the heavens high above.
When the mixture is complete
with great joy you will see,
the creation of an awesome,
loving blended family.
Kiss, kiss, kiss
My mind is all black out
and sensual creativity, beyond me in expressions
Kiss, kiss, kiss
I’m beginning to share your Life’s breath
crafting into you like the latest design
of a trending model
kiss, kiss, kiss
your delicate nature
which pricks the depth of my softness
spreads in the columns of my senses
making it so difficult to resist
Kiss, kiss, kiss
The world figuratively describes love
in a perspective of a soft and succulent Apple
refreshing with every bite
Kiss, kiss, kiss
but you came into my life
presenting it like green grapes
mixed with ripe passion fruits
supplemented with strawberries
and completed with the extracted juices of pineapples
Kiss, kiss, kiss
Leaving your presence
is immediately washing an hour’s make up
with a quick unnecessary bath
Kiss, kiss, kiss
Your companionship, a sweetener
to the soft drinks of what is to come for us
my pride, my conquest, my ego, my strength
and all the alarms of my manliness
you've put in complete silence
for this reason, I submit myself to you forever
translating all dreams into real passions
taking the eternal drive and fueling it with lots of
kisses..... kisses..... kisses
My Prayer
The smell of strong coffee wafts
lingering through the house.
Black with a spit of cream sweetener
and my first sip will open my eyes.
Wide and glad for the day
the later rise of morning sun
Coolness waits expected
longed for after a heat wave
Spinners flow right then left
as breezes flow graceful singing.
The time is full of memory
more full of now and what lays in wait
The passing of the years is too quick
so for the moment
the hours dance with light and joy
God laughs and whispers.
God’s Message
I told you I would give you time
to live in the moment
to breathe in its beauty of every flower
to smell the grass after rain
to hear birdsong and squirrel chatter
to hum to the waterfall splash
to feel the heartbeat of the world
before I call you home.
8/17/2016
Black and White Yoyage
Ying and Yang come to mind that wakes up in the morning
Harmony the task for the day and the nights of the soul as
black coffee takes hold with bits of refined white powder
No credit card needed to shoot up the lines just sweetener
Money short as many times but the fangs of depression at
bay in the haven of a polychrome garden paradise around
Abundance mixes genesis and evolution blends the colours
cherishes diversity celebrates similarities holds dear all
the differences which we humans bring to the daily party
On my travels to Spain with bright sun and black secrets
in history memories civil strife and factional fracture
I stumbled into Guernica the painting the scream into hell
No hues no colourant just clarity’s pigment shadows and all
where the white flag of peace had been bombed into dust
with help of Mussolini’s black shirts and fascist brown hue
From a chessboard of aerial precision it was black or white
a foreplay of what was to come in the wars to proceed in
white ashen faces and clean shaven razor blades of demise
Back in South Africa’s so called rainbow nation I have digested
distorted figures of human targets screaming animals shattering
aeroplane parts sending Picasso’s message into the world
Black and white still struggle here overt and covertly where
Apartheid lives on some lives matter more than some others
in a country steam rolled by corruption of capitalistic greed
Coffee in hand and sweet sugar soothing my wake up call
it all seems so powerless when I as a minion of resistance
confide my wish for full colours to the message of love
Ying and Yang leaves no room for aggression no place for
killing fields in the pastures of plenty just whisks and whiffs of
what could become if understood we are all black and white
15th February 2017
the wind blows kisses to her hair;
I stare;is it fair
to look into the eyes of the angel while bare?
ummm!just taste the love in the air.
the water whistles over the love makin sounds.
the sweetness of her kiss kept the sun around.
red curls swirled upon my finger
the smell of her neck;candy coated;
caramel sweetener.
suck her neck if i was a leech;
lay your hands in the sand;
sex on the beach.
Why is that when you look at me,
you see my skin,
why is it that every time I look at the tv,
its the same bland people.
What ever happened
to a variety?
Hasn't anyone
seen a basket of fruit?
How do I live in a society
that isn't even designed or
made for me.
Leftovers are the most familiar
because my kind are typical rejects.
What to do? What would you do?
You see coffee, plain and no sugar
is boring that's why its a sucker for additives.
And what does the plain coffee do,
pretend it never some sweetener or sugar
because its ashamed. Ashamed of its bitter blackness.
Age.
It's a state of the heart.
It doesn't define who I am
Nor does it place limitations on my love.
Age.
Such a nasty word!
I hate when someone asks me, "How old are you?" as if they know more about me because of a number.
You knew less about me when you asked to place a numerical value behind my name.
It's all the same.
You can't decide what you want so you place blame on my age.
You live in a cage constrained by the world's standards.
I am young!
Young at heart and that's where you should start!
Just think of the possibilities of you and me and our eternity!
It's like counting the starfish in the ocean.
There's no limits to where the ocean's waves can carry us--infinity.
Serenity is a potion that I drink every day.
It's like a sweetener in my coffee.
It lightens my load and I am told that I look like I could live forever!
Heavenly Things
Eggs for breakfast and oatmeal with honey
Buffets with sushi and boyfriends with money
The tranquil room when my roommate's sleeping
These are a few of my favorite things
Criminal Minds and sermons of Joel Osteen
Girl with Down syndrome crowned Homecoming queen
Waking up to coffee in the morning
These are a few of my favorite things
Sparkling water and artificial sweetener
Playing Scrabble and California weather
A seat in the bus where no one's sitting
These are a few of my favorite things
When my brain rings
And the day stings
And the clouds are dark
I simply think of their silver linings
And I don't feel so stark
This is a little story
About friendship ultimate
This friend knew my love of cake
But understood my need for health
She saw that I was trying
To be oh so very good
And she went above
And beyond
To do the best
She could
To make me cake
My diet plan was stringent
No dairy or gluten at all
No sugar, except maple or honey
No sweetener, not even small
She scoured all over the internet
No corner left unsearched
And she found a promising recipe
But it ended up tasting like earth
Did she give up trying
No, she wouldn't give in
She found another recipe
Which also went in the bin
But on her third attempt
By which point any one else would have stopped
She found a complete success
And look at what I got
Brownies oh so yummy
Soft and gooey too
I never guessed what they're made of
And I bet you won't do too
Black beans, yes black beans
And maple syrup to be sweet
Cocoa powder for chocolate
And oats go in the mix
A few other small ingredients
But what really goes beyond
Is the chocolate chips from America
Of my friend I'm very fond
This is a little story
About friendship so complete
She made me these yummy brownies
Because she's so fabulously sweet.
i cannot begin to say how grateful i am,
that you took me away to bring me back again,
what meant so much more that i could see,
was so conformed from reality,
it was a daze in a picture perfect world,
it was crumpets and donuts and it made me want to hurl,
it was way too gooey perfect, with a sugar coated glaze,
i sat and watched the food being prepared and set out like a buffet,
in my heart i knew, if i ate it i would be poisoned,
the slow kill of artificial sweetener that tastes similar to the real thing,
at first bite, you can't really tell until it leaves an aftertaste,
and then you realize hey, wait a minute! this is not the real thing,
the trick that fills your stomach and your way too full to speak,
it slows down every function in your body, and puts your butt to sleep,
and once you realize what it is your consuming, and decide to go on a real diet,
the fat burning slows down, you look like your slacking, as if your not even trying,
i love this diet, and i must say, i can still enjoy the sweets,
but this time its not the same, and i know it is the real thing,
Every day
I sip green tea
with sweetener
Supposed to be good for
one's health
Indeed I think it is !
Tea is a marvelous beverage
Allows one to "perk up"
During a hectic day
I enjoy the taste of
it
And said to a local barista
"Green tea is the elixir of life"
He smiled
I believe I might be right!
I wake up in the middle of the night, and reach out to touch you but you are not
there
And then I remember,
The pain returns as quickly as an express train racing out of a tunnel
A quite cry escapes my lips a silent tear my eyes
I will sleep no more tonight
In the morning I stumble out of bed, not thinking I call your name
And then I remember
I go to the bathroom, no more the clean order of a woman’s touch
But instead the chaotic disorder of the single man
And then I remember
At breakfast I automatically set two cups, milk in both, sweetener in one
And then I remember
For you it’s just another day but for me it’s as if I am trapped in a time warp
I eat my breakfast as if in a trance
And I taste nothing,
I drink my tea and stare out of the window
But I see nothing
Except in the deepest corners of my mind
You are still hear with me
I can see your face and I can smell you perfume
Your laughter fills my heart with joy
And once again I look into your beautiful brown eyes
And I see again the great love and a deep passion in your soul
I reach out my hand to touch your cheek
My fingers brush your dark silken hair
You speak my name
Suddenly I feel your soft touch on my arm
And suddenly I am back and you are gone,
And then I remember
I must pull myself together
I must try to go on
They say time heels, they say the pain will subside
They say stop thinking of yourself
Think of your child
Words are cheap when you don’t have to pay
And then I remember
She looks deep into my eyes, and I see her mother’s love
I see her mother’s passion for life
I reach out and touch her dark silken hair;
And then she speaks my name,
And then I remember
Please god let me forget, just for a moment
Just for a while
Just let my child once again see me smile
rose to hive on wings…
fevered swollen bear paw stings
sweetener for kings
It is raining on the Expressway to debt
A temporary snag; we will still pay
The Chinese supervisor steps off set
His local crew have little say
A temporary snag; we will still pay
Three, nay, four generations watch
Our great grandchildren pay, they may
Loans taken with interest at a higher notch
Our great-grandchildren pay, they may
A kick back there, a deal sweetener here
Not consulted? An argument which holds no sway
The Chinese have you in their grip, severe
We have our own cost consultants here
The Chinese have you in their grip, severe
Our representatives were well informed
The verdict : the loan signatories over performed