Neither a patriot nor a cosmopolitan
I’m walking no party line, carrying no cross
Sorry for this, but I’m just metropolitan
Making the ends meet, giving no toss
About others, and they feel the same
About me, so we’re on equal footing
Have a nice day is the one thing we say
Whoever we meet, doesn't mean rooting, tooting
Once I had a dream to live by the sea
Then in the garden I wanted to spend
The rest of my days, but it wasn’t to be
So I waved goodbye to both dreams that I had
That’s how I see it, patriots and cosmopolitans
Immigrants, refugees, seekers of home
Set your sails straight away to the dearest ones
Otherwise, you are bound to make it alone.
Beaming eyeballs,
and orbs,
from first blush,
offspring frolicsome,
as they dot,
geosmin odoured pavement,
whilst shrieking impishly,
with infectious,
cuddly cheep,
parents shepherd,
yet they exude,
at bounce captured,
cordial conducive,
in electrifying,
picturesque swathe,
orange-scorched oriole,
with coal-black plume,
on urban shade tree,
townscape as hub,
endowed cosmopolitan,
brimful brio, ginger, dash,
kundalini wakened,
as sultry vault,
vigilant ambience,
ample alignment to,
ice tea mint gust,
aroma mediating,
splash of amber sun wash,
neath navy welkins,
that taunt and sketch,
wooing ambit,
extracts of,
aroha’s
indigo index
No lovelier time,
than having summery memories of
vintage days in my early twenties,
with a youth’s passion in
seersucker fashion.
I drove out to the Hamptons and
deeply took in an art show.
Later on I dined alone in an
outdoor cafe.
I was so cosmopolitan,
sitting as the placid breeze blew
so gently to me.
I gazed as if in a soft dream,
at an artist painting sailboats on
the bluest water,
such a calm kind of July afternoon.
Sipping on a gin and tonic,
no lovelier time,
whiling away,
how I miss those summertide days. ~
highbred
genteel, cosmopolitan
enchanting, winning, prospering
aristocrat, royalty, drudge, ragamuffin
suffering, laboring, struggling
destitute, deprived
lowborn
I dreamed about the snow-topped
Pines of Michigan
Wishing I Could Go Back
And See Them Again
I dreamed about the voluminous
Mountains of California
Wishing I could go Back
And take someone out to Dinner
I dreamed about the scenic
Seascapes from Mexico
Wishing I could go Back
And have one of their native tacos
I dreamed about cosmopolitan
Toronto in Canada
Wishing I Could go Back
And view a city, it seems, without a flaw
I dreamed about
A better tomorrow
Wishing I could go forward
And travel instead of being in sorrow
Streams mingle with rivers
And rivers mingle with oceans
while oceans reconcile the distinction
Like humans converging from regions
Civilization marks a local population
Originating back to their initiation
Modern trends reconcile the differences
Substituting Regionalism with cooperation
People shuttling from country to country
Mingling one another into the sixth ocean
Time by time removed the separation
Both in inherited values and appearance
A cosmopolitan of civilization appears
As the scene being shown in Australia
The continent lives people from everywhere
They're converging themselves into
A fresh civilization- the spirit of Australian
Oh Kuala Lumpur, city of contrasts
Where ancient and modern, beautifully coexist
Your towering skyscrapers, a sight to behold
A modern metropolis, that never grows old
From the iconic Petronas Twin Towers
To the bustling streets of Bukit Bintang
A city that never sleeps, always alive
A true cosmopolitan, that continues to thrive
Amidst the concrete jungle, there lies
A hidden gem, that captures the eyes
The Batu Caves, a natural wonder
A sacred shrine, that never loses its thunder
Your street food scene, a culinary delight
From nasi lemak to roti canai, each a bite
A melting pot of flavors, that tantalize
A foodie paradise, that leaves us mesmerized
And let's not forget your people, so warm
A friendly smile, that always reforms
A diverse community, that welcomes all
A city of unity, that stands tall
Oh Kuala Lumpur, how you enchant
A city of dreams, that we all want to plant
A place of endless possibilities, that never cease
Kuala Lumpur, with Petronas Twin Towers, you truly please.
Oh Mary dear honey, My sweet little beehive loving you as you carry our baby. whose mind is linked with frog-eyed spirits from within the smoldering sun. In this sheltered home in a land of mystique a cosmopolitan all hands concomitantly together a wall of hands and people guided by their ministrant of possibility. So sing with me darling no not I sing with us for us is me and I is us we all nestle upon our bridge that we set to take.
Begins with Rupert Bear,
Until that was found too square;
Then Just William came on the scene,
But soon became a childish has-been.
Youth-filled reading,a melanged mix,
Biggles & squadron,sixty-six;
The hero,Algy & Ginger against the hun,
Adventures that made him number one.
Onto Enid's Famous Five,
Long before PC, could deprive;
Julian,Anne George & Rick
In books,fast moving and slick.
Growing into mid-teens,
And weekly,Hollywood magazines;
Adolescence & steamy Jansen,
As puberty surfaced,so sudden.
The adult library then opened wide,
Answering questions,none could hide;
So many books read,good,poor & rotten,
MInd-blowing but ,so cosmopolitan.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
A noble woman
among the nobility...
humanist in
humanity...
humble in the middle
the superb...
Solidarity inside
of the sick world,
Welcoming in the middle
to so much need,
spiritual, in the midst
of disbelief...
engaged in serving
in the midst of indifference...
tender and affable
Amid
incongruities,
cosmopolitan in
half the world
xenophobic... extra.,
extraordinary
person... nice person,
buona gente !
SILVIA... !
QUEEN SILVIA OF SWEDEN, BRAZILIAN MOTHER DAUGHTER AND and GERMAN father
The whole world knows that
Adding vinegar to chips and fish
Turns the whole offering into
An almost Earth shattering dish,
But how many people know,
How many people realise
The amazing effect to be had
By adding Mayo to your fries.
Almost a Damascus Road event
The first time that you try it
Just take the humble spud
And very quickly deep fry it
Then take a huge dollop of
That thick yellow stuff
Don’t worry just how much
You can never have enough.
A nice thick blob to make
A very tasty tasty dip
Then use one by one
On every single chip.
An explosion of joy
Follows each immersion
It really is a case of
Taste bud subversion.
Oh vinegar can be nice
It never ever goes to waste
But lather on the yellow stuff
For that cosmopolitan taste.
It’s the simpler things in life
That can give it zest and glow
Like a bag of red hot chips
And a splodge of Mayo.
You can keep your Fine Dining,
Your food artfully arranged
Your Meat barely cooked,
Oh how things have changed,
Just give me fish and ‘taties,
Wrapped and ready to go
To be Eaten with the fingers
Hot fish and ‘taties alfresco
Fish and chips and a pint of dark brew.
Malt vinegar and lashings of salt.
A fish dinner served up
by a truck in a newspaper cone.
That was then, that was before
taste buds got hard boiled,
before the bowtie culture wars.
Pickled onions are now too small
they should have stayed big and brown
something saucy and sour to munch on
while walking around London town.
Peas pudding, jellied eels,
pork pie to tempt our eyes.
Mostly all gone
or not the same.
Shame,
for now we are cosmopolitan
even here in the Midwest
we are upscale in the fine dining fare.
French, Italian, Bolivian, Mongolian,
Mexican and Estonian, it's all good
or can be, but
fish and chips wrapped in newspaper,
nothing better!
TOUR DE FORCE
so enjoyable
flourish
in a cosmopolitan
complex
spanning
the compulsive so
sombre in a deft
narrative
untangled
in panoramic moments
of sustained intimacy i
tonally out of step
&
on repeat
a formulaic empathy
assertions
of the preemptory
surrealistic
praise
the irresistible
close to complete
MOODS
dedicated& displayed
so athentic
a cultural cachet
designed to exist
predominately
in
new visions
visual coterie
du jour
awashed
a mania
synonymous
shoe horned
then
forgotten
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Yes, I realize Paris is just
magic when night falls...
Vienna is a mysterious dream
in the obscure night...
New York city is multiculturalism. !
Rio is wonderful
in light or dark...
But my place is
prettier anytime!
I love people
from all over the world...
I'm frankly
cosmopolitan...
But above all,
I'm movingly
Paraiba... !
I create beauty while I support
everyone and me...
I am universal and
cosmopolitan being
my own owner...
I love humanity
and I love life...
I am a tamer of my
inner beast and peacemaker
of this bellicose world.
Advisor of what
nothing conceive... but
my magic, is
write poetry... !
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