I’ve never dined on caviar,
The finest instead, a Mars bar.
No palace key for this housing Czar
Sip water alone, not at a gilded bar.
The challenge must be taken on the chin
And not merely with audacious spin
A moratorium won’t fix the cause
Of that usurious interest clause
And gestures from the righteous
To address this crisis
Have long past worn thin
Though life is well-equipped with knocks
Nonetheless, the misery clocks
And platitudes from a soapbox
Won’t outfox a notice
Sliding through the letterbox
There’s no bright light from the corporate sphere,
Shining down on hardship, here
Though those with good jobs try to spread cheer
Their lives are not as good as they appear
With some sleeping in a car
Obtaining meals from Spar, just near.
Categories:
caviar, ireland,
Form: Rhyme
Caviar is fish eggs and I think so blobbish and ugly
Squishy and squirmy looking; they do not tempt me
Mexican caviar is supposedly ant eggs, definitely not free
How they capture ant eggs, I really do not fathom or see.
Categories:
caviar, food,
Form: Rhyme
There was a date I know not when
I can't remember way back then
If time could somehow be reversed
I'd know exactly when the first
Occurrence was I'd heard you sing
I'd never heard a diamond ring
And from that moment when it came
My life has never been the same
Categories:
caviar, dedication, devotion, i love
Form: Rhyme
Colonel Volkov would surely impress the lovely Anastasia
His limousine driver pulled up at the Palace of the Czar
Taking lovely Anastasia by her dainty hand
Volkov would introduce her to champagne and caviar
Bowing gracefully before his highness
From his scabbard Volkov pulled his gleaming sword
Unexpectedly, the Czar did the same, frightening the dame
Blushing, she implored the mustachioed figure in haughty red
"I thought to have a pleasant evening, dine to fine music
Home to a bubble bath, and perhaps spread out in bed ..."
"I see," the Czar sneered, and said, fondling his sword
"You've both come this far, let's see your earn your board"
With a lunge at Volkov, the Czar pierced his skin
Blood spurting everywhere ~ foretaste of 'the ugly Russian'
Categories:
caviar, food, future, music, nice,
Form: Narrative
You
Were just
A poem
that i dreamt of
on a maple gold caviar smeared dawn
as darkness held my quill from bleeding ink
i found rare rouge
pink orchids
Sprout as
love
from
your soft
spoken words
that linger through
riveting riverscapes of moon diamonds.
Categories:
caviar, dream, longing, love,
Form: Tetractys
Who knows what caviar is,
does not even know the price of bread...
Caviar is only sturgeon
raised to the pinnacles!
Caviar is not poetry,
nor will it ever be...
There are those who think it's luxury,
which is elevation...
But I don't care about that myself,
I don't even know the price...
I really love the bread
that the baker kneads,
this other one can even be
harvested by the devil, not crushed!
But this, for me, I don't want...
What is inhuman belongs to the Devil.
Luxury is hot soup
and decent bread...
Always... that's human,
that yes, it magnifies
and lift us up...
I say this for myself,
whoever wants to, don't think like that...
be free to be
caricature of people!
Categories:
caviar, allusion, extended metaphor, irony,
Form: Political Verse
I eat caviar for breakfast
and I have servants to pluff
my pillow and make my bed.
Let me ring my bell so I
could get my bath water
ran, oh and don’t forget
to pour in my bubble bath
that cost thousands a bottle.
Man I’m living the good
life,
In my mansion on top
of the hill.
Not to mention the cars
in my garage.
My address is 5466
Make Believe Lane
Because in reality I live
in a tent
And I don’t know where
my next meal is coming
from.
Alexis Y.
04-18-2021
Categories:
caviar, writing,
Form: Free verse
Categories:
caviar, life,
Form: Free verse
Candlelight And Caviar
Luxury, wealth and sophistication
describe my exquisite fascination.
Rare to find in the out of doors
rich in passion behind closed doors.
Dress me in silk, cashmere and satin
whisk me to Paris, wrap me in fashion.
Feminine accessories from professionally styled hair
to painted, pedicure toes.
Powerful passion, swigs of lavender arouse the nose.
Slap a crown on my precious head
and call me the queen.
I'm royalty, please pass me the cream.
Step into my stretch limo
drinks are on the house.
Invite your friends and neighbors
can't wait to meet the spouse.
Purple/for Nette Onclaud's Color My World/by Jenny Emelander 7/11/2011
Categories:
caviar, mysteryme, me,
Form: Rhyme
In any argumentation,
there's none as unanswerable
as a smug diner's opinion.
You gush about chilled champagne,
To my unschooled taste buds,
that's simply bottled, sugared rain.
And you adore sturgeon caviar.
To my unpolished palate,
that's salty clay dipped in tar.
No debate about the agendum.
No dispute in matters of taste:
De gustibus non est disputandum!
Categories:
caviar, funny
Form: Rhyme
*For Deborah Guzzi's The Twining Contest...
*Co written with Linda-Marie Bariana
"Calendar Caviar"
Windy Winter,
Snowy, chilling cold,
Shivering frosty flakes blow.
Winter runs from Spring peeking back
With childlike eyes, seasons hide and seek.
Showery Spring rains,
Thunder, lightening on window panes,
With patriotic claims to so inflame.
Summer beckons breezes wave,
Vacations in deep warmth enslave,
Autumn delights with changing leaves.
Trees must answer with colors of
Yellow, orange and red; Fall daze.
Nature's Royal Flush,
a potpourri of season's flair,
The shining star, of calendar caviar.
Categories:
caviar, nature, seasonsspring, spring,
Form: Rengay
(This is a fictional poem)
You beat the crap out of me just because I sold your car.
I sold it so that I could buy some caviar.
I lost all of my money and I can no longer afford caviar because I'm poor.
I just sold all of your clothes so that I can buy some more.
I wish you'd stop kicking my ___ just because I sell your stuff.
It's hard to believe that a priest can be that rough.
Categories:
caviar, funny, life, loss,
Form: I do not know?