No Moussaka Tonight
Eggplant
is scant
Too Much Coleslaw
Cabbage
baggage
A Beggar’s Plea
Carrot?
Share it!
Trendy Veggie
Faddish
Radish
Trendy Veggie 2
Hepper
Pepper
A peppy Dancer
Pepper
Stepper
Baby Veggie
Onion
young one
Easy on the Garnish
Parsley
sparsley
A Leafy Session
Lettuce
met us
Seeds for Teeth
Dental
fennel
Now It’s a Party
Turnip
Turn-up
eerie earth whooshing
punctured pride pulsing
smirking over corpse
damping drooling draws
rustic rally rising
ginormous gaunt growling
salient sydney scrunching
flowing yell fostering
fiddling frantic feelings
Paul Pyper's end;
once a fiend
now a friend
victorious earth vacillating
faddish fame dispersing.
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~Note~ An adaptation of William Morris' "Gunnar's Howe Above The House At Lithend"...
I lay spread-eagle in a field orchard;
Surrounded on four sides by long-grown, green grass
On a dry, October's noon. Nonchalant.
I watched a small squirrel climb a tree, close;
The branches shaking violently still.
With a soft thud, a bespeckled fruit fell,
And I watched it drift past my outstretched palm.
I thought of a line I'd heard too often;
"No man is an island."- or so they say.
I came to see with what I was content:
Though I could lay in that soft aroma,
Alone with the sweet sound of wind through grass;
Though I enjoyed spending time all alone;
I am afraid of living life lonely.
Terrified of being the star ungazed;
Of leaving nothing behind but my words,
For words can and will always be challenged.
As I stared on all that is celestial,
The constellations of my soul aligned.
In my emotion, the grass became rye;
For whilst I sought to be Camus' Mersault
I was but Salinger's Holden Caulfield-
Painfully aware of the blades of grass;
Too faddish of their personalities,
Yet hurt more mentally by their absence.
Still, the hardest part of this loneliness,
Is living knowing it was my own fault.
I saw a lady I had known as a girl,
A gem in natures' collection, a real special pearl.
The girl has become a lady, a classy one at that,
Whether decked in a tiara or a funny, faddish hat,
But, a lady for sure, one to behold,
Some glow into maturity, some just grow old.
Beauty is not escaping, a rose will always be a rose,
Beauty goes much deeper, that is why it glows.
Whatever life deals, however it may unfurl,
Know this, daughter of mine, you'll always be my girl.
Crochety,crusty and cross,
ever at a loss;
testy,touchy and huffy,
full of fickle fears,
impulsive teenage years.
Sulky,sullen then glad
faddish,fretful or sad;
tense,dejected and downcast,
each day changing fast.
Like a chameleon cast
by teens that,oh so slowly pass.
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