We Are Joy Seekers.
We Challenge Consciously.
We Have A Informed Point Of View.
We Are Inclusive Not Exclusive.
We Are Global Citizens.
We Search For Freedom That Inspires Us.
We Are Culture Connoisseurs.
We Love The Thrills.
We Participate Not Compete.
We Enjoy The Pain Not The Winning.
We Hold Light And Joy To One Another.
We Love To Move.
We Fail And Get Back Up Again.
We Hold Each Other For The Things We Do.
We Embrace The Unexpected.
We Embrace The Things We Love In Our Fleshly Desires.
We Are The New Order.
I am from the Midwest
We eat our cattle while they are running
Condiments?
Ha!
I scoff at that
Rabbit stew made of their feet
We allow them to hop around on their other paws
We are not unkind, just because we are carnivores
I am a sweet eater
My husband used to leave my sweets alone
Times have changed
Is it our age?
Unsure, but now we fight over the chocolate donuts and twinkies
We are salt-lovers too
Do not care if it is good for us, it makes us happy
Gives us the thirst we need to devour our bubbly sweet soda pop
Both of us turn up our noses at vegetables unless it is a potato
Or a sweet corn slathered in a vat of butter with salt and pepper
We are food connoisseurs; we only eat what tastes delicious
Not calorie counters
Choosy eaters? I laugh
there once was a pixie named rickie
whose spells were enchanting but trickie
for her magic you see
turned some cats into tea
and potions made connoisseurs pickie.
the writer’s words were shoddy
slipshod, shabby, sloppy, sleazy
but many readers liked his style
his work was elevated by his followers
who bought everything that he wrote
enjoying it, because they understood it
not connoisseurs of literature,
but appreciators of familiar, ordinary, common text
with uncomplicated characters and familiar plots
O’ I sea! Kaleidoscopes pageantry beige dew of specks of sands
Sun shines powerful midst the high day mass;
Mine eyes sees is a smooth and rounded pieces of glass;
Sparkled weathered and polished by the waters, waves and sand;
Mine eyes spies as it sees from the watery sea;
Distinguished smooth, rounded shapes,
Frosted surface texture, and unique color variations debris;
O’ I sea! The color of sea glass deepens none phosphate;
Also known as beach glass;
By the action of waves and sand;
It is a popular collectible beautiful catch;
And can be found on beaches all over the world lands;
"Genuine sea glass” Common colors include by lots;
Of white, brown, green, and blue, while rarer colors like red, orange,
And yellow are highly sought after by collector’s connoisseurs;
Tumbled in the ocean for years broken glass tumbled broken rounded pretty to the amateur
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Henri Matisse's Studio
Scattered about like fish in a pond
are paintings and objects in a secluded room
in a sea of red shouting out loud;
Connoisseurs please enter, others not welcomed
The pink studio expresses acceptance
of chic bourgeois realism, re-enforcing boredom
with sunlight streaming through the window
and a welcome mat laying on the linoleum.
The colour-contrast room interiors
accentuate artworks during creative years
of avant-garde innovations
that have captured an audience’s attention.
One version is neat and tidy and the other chaotic,
peering into one and looking out from the other,
revealing Matisse’s mind in motion
from realism and post-impressionism to Fauvism.
A cool Autumn morning we caught the bus,off at eleven without much fuss.One
and half return from Croft to Leigh a birthday treat from Dad to me.Hopped on a tram to Burden park to see Stan Mathews make his mark.Through the turnstile into the town end,crushed and crammed like cattle penned.
Mathews, Mortenson versus Nathaniel Lofthouse,a match for connoisseurs to watch. Wembly star Stan playing on at thirty eight still making inch perfect
crosses on a plate. Shimmy,side-step,feint and dazzle,leaving the defenders in a
right frazzle. Our ageing hero displayed all his twinkling skills,the complete pro
without modern-day frills.Most pundits considered Stan an aged has-been but no better talent had ever been seen.
"The Vagaries"
You could go all Zen over Me,
I’d listen studiously, then, spit it out
like cherry seeds for integration
the flesh of it all,
"The Past", savoured;
"The Future",
for lame time-wasting
poetic rebels pretending
to be connoisseurs, parlaying -
"The Now", struts irreverently,
dealing its Bolchevistic
cards
and there sits You,
holding the mirror for Me,
expelling Your koans let loose
the sound of One hand clapping,
without the other, but still
you hear it, the sound
Love,
swimming
through the vagaries
Integrity,
Love is
holding Her tight
vagaries
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
INTIMATIONS
feature
prominently
among
connoisseurs
open
to new ideas
new thoughts
awaited
in
an intense
meditative
ethereal
experience
the
height
of isolation
so insular
from emotion
latticed
to inspiration
a focused
theme
of
the increasingly
unpredictable
& appealing
in an age
of escalating
uncertainty
in
this secluded
place
the joy
better suited
to
the rambling
remains
of a seductive
backdrop
of precious
pieces
in a smooth
heritage
fortified
by
the contemporary
resonance
of the
temporary
I don't want to wait 'til I die for people to praise me
Tell me now, Stepmom, how easy it was to raise me
And please, dear brother, do not hold back
Let your friends know all the great jokes I cracked
Lastly, my dear Home Economics students, wherever you are,
Assure connoisseurs that I make a mean salad bar
PLAYING THE GAME Of POKER
At the table,
the dealer begins the game,
passing out set number of cards,
players ready to exhibit mental acuity.
A full house of masterminds,
getting familiar with the cards,
playing different variations of the game.
everyone with a target.
We fold, check, call or raise,
strategizing on how to topple the other,
straight, stud, draw or community,
mostly, same rule applies.
The game of poker,
quite similar to life.
simple,yet complex!
requires a lot of maths and psychology.
It's a bet, full of trials and errors.
Some rely on their tenacity and courage,
their adroitness and tactics,
for maximum result.
Some compromise it all,
yet, no aroma of fresh fruits.
some run out of chips, even before they get a chance to play.
We all are players,
playing the mean game of poker,
round the clock,
with dexterous manoeuvre.
The difference is,
some have mastered the soft skills,
and have become connoisseurs of the game.
while some are still baking in the oven.
In this game of life,
sometimes we win,
sometimes we lose.
we all bet,we all play.
Connoisseurs ooh, they ahh, they see horses and knights.
They utter words I do not know, admire art’s lights.
Talk about the luminosity, the density, feign delight.
Abstract paintings to me are ridiculous, boring and a fright.
All day Franco-American spaghetti-suckers
do not make connoisseurs' lips pucker
Neither do grilled spiders and a side of beans
appeal to kings or to queens
When looking to make a culinary splash
never serve reheated corned-beef hash
And even if you're in a real time jam
fuggetabout cold pizza topped-off with spam
Just stick to the basics, you'll surely succeed
~ A dozen raw eggs afloat in seaweed
Cook Minogue had created an elaborate confection
I heard that many connoisseurs lined up for inspection
One of the cooks was hauled away during the extrospection
Whispering was heard that included devious deception
The sweet meat created was rumored to be borderline perfection
It was said that Cook Minogue fainted during the ultimate inspection
I can neither confirm this story or render it mute with rejection
I was too busy watching the others, a thorough extrospection.
A cool Autumn morning
we caught the bus
off at eleven
.without much fuss.
One & half return
our village Croft to Leigh
a birthday treat
from Dad to me.
Hopped on a
tram to Burden park
to see Stan Mathews
make his mark
Through the turnstile
at the town end
crushed &crammed
like cattle penned.
Mathews& Mortenson
versus Nathaniel Lofthouse
a joust no connoisseurs
could never grouse.
Wembly star Stan
still playing on at thirty eight
still making inch perfect
crosses on a plate.
Shimmy side-step
feint & dazzle
leaving the defenders
in a right frazzle
Our ageing hero
displayed all his twinkling skills
the complete pro
without modern-day frills
Most pundits considered
Stan as aged has-been
but no better talent
had ever been seen
Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
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