I picked up an old recipe book looking for something appetizing to cook, the recipes were very old and something unusual was moving in my soul. I wanted a taste and resonate beyond the heaven, a taste that was different and one that would appease the global longinging. I have tried British cuisine but it was too cold and it would have rapture my soul. French and Italian was full of compassion; extremely romantic so I place an asterisk beside it but later I will see if that will fit. Chinese cuisine was too hot and Japanese was too flat, Vietnamese and Thai was too hard to comply; too much noodle would ruin my sleep and cause my spirit to weep. Mexican was too spicy and Middle East was too dicey. I still could not make up my mind and I want to bring the universe alive and appease their appetite and so I turn my head toward the sky and watch the cloud slowly transition in the sky.
There is no refuge from this deluge
From their devil may care subterfuge
As psychotic as the thugs "in Bruges"
A slippery spicy slope a dicey icy luge
Endless eddy goes down the centrifuge
Climate crushing & not blushing rouge
Each greedier leader a corporate stooge
Seedier media with the facts a scrooge
Northern hemisphere countries take turns
Flames rage for an age everything burns
Chances for change government spurns
Bigwig gig still earns while society churns
For peace we yearn but no lesson learns
Clear concerns the future is ashes in urns
The bright royal metal gets a reverent treat,
Heated and beaten softly in several ways till
The beloved, pampered design comes up;
While the weaponry one has a different destiny,
Burnt and hammered rudely with no scrutiny ;
Then the upshot is for uncertain use put up;
The former always adds more to the usual skill
As the latter is destined, it's modest end to meet;
True it is that the one defends and serves hard
But the other is only dicey, needing good guard
The crux of time decides the claim to real regard
A tool in need marvels more than the one starred..!
The deeds and words of show spire somehow
Yet a needful , timely aid towers much above.
Squarely unfairly unsung young flung across the ditch flee
Happy for me to be the snitch as the rich get off scot free
Property toffs scoff as our nation’s next generation f*ck off
Another bung at the trough child’s play while we all pay GST
Fast lanes or in chains those with the reins no capital gains
No refrain from more cranes poor poured down the drains
Got wonga join the conga to Rarontonga on private planes
Our saviour.. greedy behaviour giving trees to Scandinavia
Relax those with the max keep their stacks with tax so lax
Life givers charming rivers harming for lairy dairy farming
Have observed scary what we’ve heard's absurd have a word
Got to roam can't afford a home blame Luxon's chrome dome
Uncle Fester a Stooge for every corporate Scrooge does pester
We've all been had unless you go to the bank of Mum & Dad
Undeserved the herd as endangered as our sad flightless bird
Blurred after all that has occurred society stirred then slurred..
Mad everything pricey everything dicey plea to free every KIWI
Mystery confounds at the G surrounds the pitch
Crumbled wickets tumbled so quick got a stitch
Far too spicy the unfair square did jar & bewitch
Russian roulette regret net humbled willow flitch
Was cricket’s largest grounds really the only hitch
Too dicey to try defence too pricey.. that's their pitch
Foolish pretence was hatched by players who snitch
Curator of this thatched turf was the ghoulish glitch
Moderator of surf the scorched earth torched must ditch
Batters so dismal no in abysmal nick will still bit*h
Madhatters trick they must scratch that ersatz itch
Say only way they will play gotta just flick the switch
Stats are for prats.. the caveat everyone bats kitsch
So to just then pick on the pitch.. well it is a bit rich!
Damn it the planet’s on fire
Concerning..right down to the wire
Burning on its funeral pyre spire
I’m for turning.. where’s the messiah?
A heavenly choir…so we can aspire
That learning will finally inspire
An endless yearning desire
Of spurning this friendless quagmire
Discerning things are rather dire
Churning of the palaver and ire
Mother nature does surely tire
Should be the crier & trier
Of another returning frequent flyer
Corporate pariah..or so called high flier
Deranged global warming denier
You can tell its hotter...getting dryer
The climate’s changed.. you liar
Mining anything shining..find a buyer
All about earning..will just retire
With their bounty…a comfy county squire
Or dicey fiscal rascal friar
Got devious egregious previous & prior
Pampered dining on pricey lobster & samphire
Us out of luck..stuck in the muck & mire
Tampered temperatures soaring higher
But no ruck ..chuck the entire earth in the fryer
They’ve scampered…we’re hampered in the briar
Does appall …no truck with their gall…yet remain a complier
Insane what they pluck.. yet we all still call them “Sire”
I announce a decree,
overactive bladder, pee frequently.
I must haste to and fro,
because I just really have to go.
Gangway, vacate the loo,
or I'm going to splash all over you!
I wear industrial size diapers that
are pricey,
I'm a human waterfall, how dicey.
Aging isn't easy,
I know this poem is cheesy,
but I still can do a little dance,
as I've nicknamed myself, "Pissy-Pants!"
The poet is a physician of sorts
tending care to the physical
of his craft -- His patients, the
hearts and souls of humanity --
Latching belts on sleds of words
a-summit he descends, precariously
no safe tracks when in lyric free-fall
Altitudes and scathing depths
are the wails and screeches of
his siren journey down -- when and
where, a dicey pit travel...critics
offer no parachutes...and his lovers
often unavailable, amending their
own wrong steps. Can a writer really make
it safely to the other side, through the creative
pressures of ever revolving mantles and imperative
crushing cores!?
If you cannot help falling ill,
Maybe, best is blithe be and chill.
But if you be discreet
And decide to have it,
With prayers do send your claim bill.
It is your truth versus their stealth,
Who’d carp, contest your claim
And deny Refund Dame,
They, not in business of good health,
Would rather win for them good wealth.
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Happenings |19.12.2024|humour, health
Poet’s note: Medical insurance is in news these days. First there was this hospital in Gujarat that performed operations never needed just to claim insurance money from government’s scheme for old people. Then, an insurance company CEO was killed in USA by a disgruntled policy holder denied the claim. Yet, public sympathy does not seem to be with the CEO who lost his life. Strange, but true. Medical insurance is very expensive, claim settlement iffy and dicey. And yet, not to have one is very risky. This ditty dwells on this dilemma.
Two Silly Seals Limeridk
8/26/2023
Two silly seals were whooping it up.
Scarfing down,booze,cold ales and stuff.
Things got so dicey,
She,in the sea, icey.
His tears fall for her on moonlit nights.
He wants her back,to make things so right!
Every morning it’s my habit not so new
of drinking from a brimful cup,
the piping hot reviving brew,
as from bed I listlessly get up.
I try various types of tea and their progeny,
herbal, green, brown and even spicy,
get the satisfaction of a low degree,
often the sip becomes dicey.
Gaining simple pleasure from concoction,
I get to think is not my cup of tea,
until in the Himalayan hill station,
I taste the famous Darjeeling delicacy.
The aroma of golden liquid delights my sense,
drives me to go on a drinking spree,
turns me into an addict of its pleasure hence,
enthuses me to drink everyday a cup of this tea.
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February 10, 2023
Contest : A Simple Pleasure
Sponsored by : Julia Ward
Once upon a time, there was a swift hunter
Chased deep into the distant dense forest
While searching for animals, he saw a tiger
Roaring, footslogging to a fresh meat nearest
The hunter rushed to a vine, climbed on the tree
Where he met the mother-monkey and her tot
He begged to temporary stay with the monkey
Both looked down: Tiger gated at tree-root spot
They agreed to take turn to be a trust sentry
The tiger ordered the monkey to kick man down
He is the killer of our neighbors and your family
Sorry! Wise act is to help life even with faults
Late at night, the tiger had a smooth trickery
Hey man! Your wife and kids miss you tonight
I’ll let you go home if you push down the monkey
Your wife and kids can’t eat nor sleep, but cry
Faint hunter envisioned his wife’s tears at dinner
Somberly pushed the monkey in a dicey trail
The sleepy monkey’s neck held by fawning tiger
Stupid tiger! Deadly part is at the edge of my tail
Released the neck, turned to the tail of monkey
Abruptly she jumped up to the treetop by vine
I was sleepy and felt! Now we both are risk-free
Relax! Nap! Pitiful hunter couldn’t close his eyes
it's true tears come from onions ~
things can get a bit dicey
when you're trying to chop one,
slice the fingertip nicely
The base word “dally,” from old French used to mean to chat idly.
dilly-dally of dandelions - seeds on fire, blown
downward. inspire
molten icing— erupting,
disrupting the perfect garden of peace.
dilly-dally, those tongues wagging like puppy tails.
such excitement, seems friendly, enticing—
it’s dicey; the splintering
of rivulets, they run
dripping from waterfall lips, diving off the precarious cliff -
trampolines everywhere, but they’re missed. the kiss
of candy-sweet news, the licorice-twist…
she can’t place a hand over her own gaping hole.
the dog bites the hand that tries to scold.
the slap-happy hoarding of gossip - the girl
can’t get enough. when it’s not on the wire,
she turns to the swoon of reality t.v.
salivating, with ears like a drainage ditch,
or a sinkhole, a muddy swamp. she loves
it.
they
don’t.
run.
she’s
trouble.
11/19/2022
The Masked Mulluss
Or "The Jinx" made his
Unannounced in ring debut
"Trouble " Flake Flemming
And "Longshore" Gobble sought
Observance, from ringside.
The announcers nearly cursed
The masked man, giving him no
Chance against former all wrestling
Pro champion, Fox Dicey.
Seven minutes in All Dicey.
Nine minutes in The masked man
Rallies to offence, making waste of
The former champion. A whip into
The ropes, flying drop kick by the
Masked Man, he lifts his opponent
And a small package finds him on
The defending end. Kickout one two.
"A what say ya" clothes line out of
The far corner send the former champ
Into a 360 flip. Followed by A levdrop,
One, two, three, we have a winner!
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