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Monocrostic (Birthday of Gigi G. Endraca)
Out to sea in a small ship,
No land in sight, just salt sea,
Beer to chug, and wine to sip,
Plenty for all in the galley!
February 22, 2022
Contest: A Poem Crafted In The Various Lind30
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Under a large ominous moon
A deadly storm begins to grow
The clouds show signs of a typhoon
Now the freebooters wildly row
As large waves smash into the ship
Under a large ominous moon
They fear that the galley may flip
Praying the storms end will come soon
Urgently seeking a lagoon
Whilst the clouds glow wickedly red
Under a large ominous moon
Hoping this is not their deathbed
Miraculously the storm gives
Captain and crew begin to croon
Yo ho ho and everyone lives!
Under a large ominous moon
1/31/2020
prior to passing thru cervix, buck naked bare
this grandson of Aaron, the sole heir –
foreshortened to Sol Aire
evinced (as shown via ultra sound),
which at birth became crystal clear,
an obsessive compulsive prone
human being, endear
ringly cute as a baby monkey possessed fear
some countenance tipping the scales needled gear
greater or lesser than seven pounds
(minus or plus a few ounces)
with a mass of dreaklocked hair,
otherwise a gangly sack of many a lovely bone,
whereat obstetricians
could not help himself but jeer
thus upon exiting birth cana; found him twirling loose
kinky follicular fibers accord
ding to medical records,
a combination of his being bored
(with a really lee super strong arm penchant)
to sport dreadlocks, tough as hemp cord
an anomaly, which no app could com pare,
boot nonetheless highly adored
resembling inimitable indestructible filaments,
when taut could lift off the ground a board
dillow, which no reference manual could address
even topnotch experts queried, could not explain
"My Tyrian galley waits for thee" - Oscar Wilde
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"My Tyrian galley waits for thee",
and breakfast is getting cold.
The maid was here to cook the eggs
but now she has gone home.
"My Tyrian galley waits for thee",
but I cannot wait much longer.
The crickets sing upon the hearth,
and I am getting older.
So come down, Miriam -
have your eggs and have them with me quickly...
I haven't long to trim the sail,
and the crickets are all twitchy.
When you've had your eggs and toast,
we will telephone the maid then.
The crickets will be nice for tea,
and she'll know how to cook them.
10/17/2015
galley kitchen peace
i prepare my cinnamon crunch bagels
i put the blue bonnet on it
i sink my teeth into it
then i prepare the bean and bacon soup in the crock pot
the smell takes me to a place where affordability was king on throne
i steal a taste before it is fully done
then i put the honey glazed chicken tenders in the oven
it is only me, but i made enough for 223
i take another bite into the cinnamon crunch bagel
then i take out the pitcher of pink lemonade
my stomach will tell me how it feels at a later time i am sure
however, after a 50 plus hour week, my downtime is impervious to any type of pain
my open concept is my open mind to my personal relaxation....galley kitchen peace....
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