Best Yolked Poems
Begging me for my assets
Onyx skin black and beautiful
Yolked equally in purple passion
Fuchsia feeling you deep in soul
Red reading you like a classic
Intoxicated as indigo story’s unfold
Energy emerald vested fantastic
Needing neon kisses holding you close
Dipping in me like lake or sea of gold
Crudités, fresh, piled high and swaggering
From the market, bought this evening.
Thrusting carrots, earth still clinging,
Crisp cos, perky peppers, piquant roquette,
Rude red radishes, cucumber firm,
All in cool clear water washed,
Droplets sparkling on their surface.
Want to dip them in my hummus?
Temptresses teasing, to whet the appetite:
Oval curves unending, singing:
“Start with me”. Oeufs en cocotte,
Yellow yolked white winking coquettes,
Lovely lazy daisies, out of work, hors d’oeuvres,
Swoon to my eager spoon.
Taking a breath, your mouth’s alluring smile,
Eyes meet, hands connect,
Hot and cold shivers thrill.
An amuse-bouche:
Burning ginger flavours a cool sorbet.
How d’you like your steak, sir?
Rare, seared, visceral, red,
Caressed with oyster mushrooms wild,
Crushed peppercorns, randy brandy
Added accents to saucily seduce the palate,
Juliennes strewn prettily around the rim.
Velvet to the tongue,
Come, taste my peaches,
As moist flesh yields sweet warm juices
Merging flavours with wanton,
Whipped, drifting, dreamy, creamy domes.
Stimulation of the mocha and the mysore beans
Offering their perfume to enchant the air
As we sip, laugh, talk and glance,
Flirt, flirt and flirt.
My dear Ornithorhynchus,
Why do you confuse us?
Neither mammal nor bird
You are a creature absurd.
You are a mammal they say
Yet yellow yolked eggs you lay
And suckle your young
To scale evolution's rung.
Your pelt is so fine
But you root like the swine
In the mud for your fill
With your famous duck-bill!
Your cousins are echidnas
But you've webs on your claws
Of the Order Monotreme
You are an exceptional extreme.
Oh, dear Platypus
You are really thus
A freak of Biology
Of really rare ontology!
~19 Jul 2016~
Homely Appeasements
'You are what you eat', say the dieticians!
There is no escape from gormandising
I'm a foodie! It's aroma inflates my spirits
I once tasted garlic cottage cheese curry
In my dream, and my restive spirits unruffled
The next day for gastronomical delights to perfection
Home made bread, nicely buttered is a soul comforter
Especially when it sandwiches cheese on garden fresh lettuce
A serving of fruit yogurt calms my high tensed nerves
Another breakfasty delight is the aroma of salted butter
When two yolked eggs are fried together, they smile on
Warm toasts garnished with lemony herbs and sausages
Lunch I can binge on mangoes, my favourite fruit
I remember my granny warning me in childhood
Of having far too many alphonsos, but I couldn't be appeased
As week after week they tempted me on their arrival in baskets
From the botanical gardens, a tradition that continues till today
Grandpa winked, 'Enjoy the king of fruits to stay healthy!'
Fruity salads with tenderly roasted chicken for dinner
Is incomplete without soufflés, puddings or desserts
I'm happiest rustling up new dishes and relish my concoctions
If invited out I gorge on the aroma of warmth and fondness
With which the loving hostess has arrayed her heavenly cuisine
Cinnamony coffee, hot or cold anytime synergises me for a bouncy day
June 26, 2016
For Lewis Raynes
Contest- I Love Food
Pursuit for elusive prey
teases yours truly
into treacherous catacombs
dangerous mentally
challenging pitfalls,
sets small hairs of back
on camp creeks edge
of night, where dark shadows
evoke outer limits
of twilight zone
prompting me constantly questioning
purposefulness, qua hair raising pursuit
embarking these modern roman times
all for naught,
nonetheless I chide self
failing to heed
emotional, mental, psychological...fallout
in sum re: springing Jack in the box reflex
to sally forth and earn kudos,
asper potential Prince Valiant.
Thus situated with blank computer screen
capacious external Lenovo for myopia
(and incessant squiggly floaters to boat),
this literary glutton for punishment
feverishly fixates to plumb depths
measuring mor'n 10,000
leagues under the see
ming lee impossible mission
to ensnare nearly extinct
fluttering, lyfting, shutterflying...
smarts to outwit unsuspecting
beak henning quest
tendering, tasting uber victory
quivering crossbow
targeting yawping
zoological discovery - channeling
primed with taut fletched arrow
on high alert for stool pigeon
cautiously optimistic kickstarting
another futile attempt dagnabbit
experiencing prestige,
oh...and by the way...,
no animal harmed
regarding made for video poem
gamely capturing quarry scotched,
nor gruesome scene
synonymous quasi abattoir
representative bird den sum
bloodless coup deeming
endeavor par excellence.
Fingers madly scramble
to poach skittering idea
fry day most ideal
omelette ya know,
aye feel yolked to defeatism,
one after another faux
promising brainstorm egging
quickly flitting inaccessible
potential flash in frying pan
just as fast dashing
into bajillion pieces
shell shocked scrivener
scribbling lame as duck
goose laying golden egg...
dropping immediately out of sight,
maybe best resigning forlorn
inchoate never albumen,
albeit quite linguistic stretch for
(all be human success story)
prospects beyond reach
ova this wretch
New York Times
bestseller author jinxed
forever dooming yours truly
grinding poverty my ill fate.
Time To Shower...When Pervasive Odor Of Ureic Acid
Doth strongly waft, sting,
and nauseate about me
olfactory nose flying zone
bombarding cilia of
nasal passageway analogous
to displeasure wrought by
crashing, deafening, exploding,
ear splitting xylophone,
also synonymous isolated like
barenaked lady within
remote location of Lake Woebegone,
voluntarily forced to bathe
in brutally cold
mountain waters oxbow lake
vaguely resembling out
size topographical wishbone
rescue unlikely since
bajillion miles from radio tower,
thus state of the art
electronically sophisticated videophone
good as worthless resignation,
sans fate linkedin tubby
mother nature's cryogenic specimen
more'n murmuring undertone,
where huge Arctic glacier overshadows
infinitesimally microscopic human,
one speck kin zee ditched
*****sapien subsumed
under superfluous tombstone
as frozen fountain head,
where Atlas shrugged,
nonetheless incongruous yen
to purge mine offensive odor,
where civilization footprint
sole lee mine alone in wilderness
thus farcical reason (without rhyme),
atypical, farcical, and poetical title,
yours truly didst stirrup and spur
inexplicable search for soapstone,
yet prospect to don measly frame
without gay apparel
(beastie boy bit figurative bullet,
and buttressed body in buff)
immediately augmented primal scream
to trumpet heebeegeebees
(teeth chattering yodeling
rendition re: stayin alive)
from this Rhinestone
survivalist cowboy wannabe,
began feeling comfortably numb,
and immediately prone
to become human popsicle,
especially when sub zero temperature
immediately froze water splashed skin
(like glassy sheet of ice)
glancing viz albedo effect
as blindingly white
snow capped mountains outshone
albino crags, offering
absolute zero, yes none
reassurance with insulated moonstone
sleeping bag useful
as yolked with lodestone
around neck - slow death by
freezing this knucklebone,
who sought cleanliness,
(and panacea to immortality)
joining exclusive polar bear club
(Ursus Maritimus very selective,
and only chose me) even
at expense of more'n
just frozen jawbone
plus Jack frost bitten cockles turned
deep purple as inkstone
used to write re: scrawl epitaph
on icicle glommed headstone.
Within thy head, all ye poesy poets, a dragon dares to dwell,
A legend that history has mythologized into stone;
A statue spewing fumes through its shattering shell,
Adorned by a gorgon who turned thy cone into bone.
Yet within thy whimsical face, there's a trace,
Of a special ancestral and ancient race.
Such grace in poetical genetics, hailing from kings, I say,
Whose dragon-born blood has melded with metaphysical fey.
So I urge my fellow poets, you fairy folk,
For trouble has run amuk,
The sky is torched, its water's been yolked,
It's time for words to stroke some luck.
Welcome the wild winds and waters,
As they dance upon your face.
Repeat their tapping teeter-totters,
With your gift of godly grace.
See those rivers of silver slivers?
They melt the heavens with hot heavy metals.
Draw from your quiver of shocks and shivers,
Thunder arrows as the metal settles.
If by now, dear reader, you know what I mean,
And have truly seen what I have seen.
Call to arms your words of wisdom and mind,
So that this world can be saved and kind.
Cells work is play
to resiliently thrive
only in organic systems.
Individual yolked cells
each with her own ego-governor
survive healthy together
and divide tragically apart
More like symbiotic regenerations
of surfing cantilevers
than degenerations
outside predations
storming waves
of colonizing cancers.
Transgendering
transubstantiating
transitions can be both
Too hard on ego yolks
and too soft for ecobodies
become some One boundaried else
while too soon severing
into not yet Zero
Sacrificed for tomorrow's
unconditional regard
in-between
One secular EgoZone
and not yet Zero sacred
systemic EarthTribe soul
Remembering past memories
mindful of mind-cell fullness
side by side solidarity
re-imaging severed
individual unrealistic cells
Crests of history's
great transitioning wave
from individual hot burning stars
to seas of cold
dead
dry dust
Awaiting warmer wetter rust
for light and power
to co-arise
more resilient religious lust
Inside crusts
of ego loving centers
and their living eco-kin
becoming back and forth,
together and apart
again
Enlightenment
and death,
empowering internal concerns
losing out to expatriating cancers
Co-invested
ego risks of past
colonizing power
and eco loss of future
creolizing opportunities
Individuating
systems for regeneration
and recycling seasons
of winter's new annual privation
Spring therapy
and autumnal trauma,
health
and pathology
Unconditional regard
and conditioned
hardening cells
of frozen disregard
For innocent Othered cells
whose work is also play
to resiliently thrive
Only in organic systems
unconditionally regarding
this enlightened
empowering day
Swings of Yang bright light
mesmerizing Yin's eternal
sabbath sway.
Though A Destitute Alteh Kocker...
(albeit boyish), I tell myself with pride
always look on the bright toothless side
of life, this nonconformist tried
his darnedest with
threadbare trappings to abide
despite bristling, harumphing,
and lamenting luckless life,
while woe didst ride
shotgun squeezing snotty
schnozzle, nuzzling nose, wide
dilating nostrils coquettishly cozying cold
conical snout splayed alongside
steering column as if silently to chide
yours truly for impoverished states
of body, mind, and spirit hermetically hide
ding, asper necessary manna,
hence, (no eggs add chore ration) I yolked
reining clamps down hard, ultimately dried
existential wellspring, especially averse to risk
rejection, when as supremely
scared boy stifling bittorrent tide
natural animal propensities squelched elide
ding healthy mental, physical
and spiritual development
desperation found future bride
less because stricken with love bug,
versus when pent up vasocongestion vied
hardened male member, which relied
on instinct to seal biological pact
sporting two (now grown) daughters bonafide
birthright genetically patented
each taking their respective stride
toward housing vibrant young women
expanding their comfort zones,
unwittingly forcing this papa to admit he denied
himself obligation to foster maturation
implicit with every species within world wide
web, no chance to rectify the bitterness inside
hence pervasive reference, sans annulment
portraying "FAKE" motif life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness only
experienced, when Alpine for Swiss side!
Pursuit for elusive prey
teases yours truly
into treacherous catacombs
dangerous mentally
challenging pitfalls,
sets small hairs of back
on camp creeks edge
of night, where dark shadows
evoke outer limits
of twilight zone
prompting me constantly questioning
purposefulness, qua hair raising pursuit
embarking these modern roman times
all for naught,
nonetheless I chide self
failing to heed
emotional, mental, psychological...fallout
in sum re: springing Jack in the box reflex
to sally forth and earn kudos,
asper potential Prince Valiant.
Thus situated with blank computer screen
capacious external Lenovo for myopia
(and incessant squiggly floaters to boat),
this literary glutton for punishment
feverishly fixates to plumb depths
measuring morin 10,000
leagues under the see
ming lee impossible mission
to ensnare nearly extinct
fluttering, lyfting, shutterflying...
smarts to outwit unsuspecting
beak henning quest
tendering, tasting uber victory
quivering crossbow
targeting yawping
zoological discovery - channeling
primed with taut fletched arrow
on high alert for stool pigeon
cautiously optimistic kickstarting
another futile attempt dagnabbit
experiencing prestige,
oh...and by the way...,
no animal harmed
regarding made for video poem
gamely capturing quarry scotched,
nor gruesome scene
synonymous quasi abattoir
representative bird den sum
bloodless coup deeming
endeavor par excellence.
Fingers madly scramble
to poach skittering idea
fry day most ideal
omelette ya know,
aye feel yolked to defeatism,
one after another faux
promising brainstorm egging
quickly flitting inaccessible
potential flash in frying pan
just as fast dashing
into bajillion pieces
shell shocked scrivener
scribbling lame as duck
goose laying golden egg...
dropping immediately out of sight,
maybe best resigning forlorn
inchoate never albumen,
albeit quite linguistic stretch for
(all be human success story)
prospects beyond reach
ova this wretch
New York Times
bestseller author jinxed
forever dooming yours truly
grinding poverty my ill fate.
Yolked
in depression
insomniac
peristolic grumbling.
Scrambled Sylvia
wants me to write.
Plath write me
right into suicide flame
verbiage ...
fried.
Where does all the poetry go?
in time for evenings
news is ugly headline.
Headlines to perpetuate
blame, shame, victim stance
dance in the silence of
the Internet
nothingness.
One thousand years from now
who will care?
Poached or baked,
mark me here.
Make a mark
in time and
if it doesn't rhyme
than no one read
that she was dead.
the world is vast and we are small
but if we choose we can expand
birthing a magnetic bliss squall
that deeper truths we understand
to enable this just be still
that divine grace be thus invoked
and by surrendering our will
soul presence is with God’s light yolked
1&1/2cups of chopped mushrooms
1/4 cup of drained chopped spinach
4 tablespoons of minced turkey liver
1 cup of chopped cooked bacon
1/4 cup of yellow bell pepper minced
1/2 cup dried parmesan cheese
1 cup of chopped olives
1 teaspoon of anchovy paste
5 tablespoons of minced garlic
1 cup of chopped onions
3 tablespoons of sour cream
5 tablespoons of heavy cream
2 tablespoons of olive oil
1 tablespoon of red pepper flakes
1 teaspoon of dried thyme
1 tablespoon of lemon juice
2 tablespoons of sundried tomato flakes
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The Making of The Mallard Mimic
thinly sliced potatoes layered
in rows
and fried in duck fat
to accompany the dish......_
filling for Mallard Mimic
Turkey
stuffed (with the above)
with prosciutto and swiss cheese
Puff pastry wrapped in
swiss and prosciutto
egg yolked glazed
with truffle powder and pork rind
crumbles
and hollindise