A pin tickles
your palm
can
ease
those
lovely eyes...
A green
pickle
is bitter
and sweet
like
the love I
imagine
you
could
arrive
without
a fever
with
the
winter's
weather,
with
a sandwich
of gherkins
and melted
fav of cheese.
if we
become
under
sheets
comfortably,
your eyes
will meet mine,
and rub of feet
upon our bodies
and the laughing
of the joking...
and
sincere teasing...
Woman fleecing
of no more
of the pretending,
under shallow
holding
our wishes
in our chests.....
No bash so far, beats the one in the jar
Emcee DJ Green spins for the jarstar
No ill will to spill, just dancing on dill
When the lid comes off it’s an open bar!
So relish your time and come get your fill
No asparagus juice here, that’s just swill
That’s the best party perk of a gherkin
Gettin’ sliced on garlic, Oh what a thrill!
The sweet ones are in the corner lurkin’
While that gherkins workin’ it and twerkin’
I’m already so brined out of my mind
And the bread and butter kind is smirkin’
I’m so pickled my vision has declined
To kaleidoscopically half blind
Stumble and bump into pals in numbers
A hullaballoo of the tangy kind
Off to our shelf in the door we lumber
To catch some refrigerated slumber
May have had too many vinegar shots
Since yesterday…. I was a cucumber
August 15, 2022
It’s a pickle party contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
A firkin of gherkins in brine
Were found floating along the Rhine
They, tossed from some party
For being too tarty
And spoiling the taste of the wine
It's A Pickle Party Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Date wrote: 13th August 2022
QUIRKS
I once had a friend long time past
Who was wont to always break his fast
On cornflakes not with honey and milk
But pickled onions, gherkins and their ilk
Now if that’s not a quirk I’ll eat my hat
But when I do I must specify that
The brim must have ketchup, and then the crown
Will need Mulligatawny soup to wash it down
I have penchants predilections and preferences
For which others give tolerance and deferences
Like playing Wagner while eating beef jerky
And some other things that are just as quirky
I can ride a bike when not too far
Sitting backwards perched on handle bar
And though not Welsh, but from English stock
I can pronounce Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch
In choosing twixt the Burgundies and Bordeaux’s
I adjudicate by colour and by nose
But if the menu’s fish and chips with mushy pea
I’ll settle for a nice cup of tea
So live and let live and we’ll get along
With our whims each singing a different song
These fancies, whether from Venus Mars or Saturn
All add to life’s rich quirky pattern
firkins and gherkins and whistles and shoes
cluster bombs, punji stakes, death in the news
choppers chattering
napalm splattering
a carpet bombed mind with asian war blues
cracked vinyl records and medals unworn
black and white photo, ex-soldier unshorn
wheeling chair
graying hair
a beaded necklace with peace sign well worn
tobacco stained fingers shake with a curse
lips pull a drag with help from a nurse
flares ignite
will he fight?
a battle goes cold, memories submerse
wheeled to a corner, he stares at a wall
that others can’t see, for him it is all
locked within
he can’t win
a war without end... unspeakable gall
Gherkins or no Gherkins, A life or death decision
When the chequered pattern of plain wallpaper catches your eye a budgie can perform a backflip whilst eating a cucumber. It is wise to use a stapler to fasten a knot in a ceiling beam. Buttered bottomless baskets balance bananas beautifully. Which creates an aria in an artificial attic. Strings on a glockenspiel are wound tightly to enable the caterpillar to crawl sideways. Evading the usual pattern then. Good. If half a heifer is twice a pig then surely the snail is dominant. So speaks the timeless meaninglessness chatter of a time lord who is trampling a path over the patio. The upward flowing river on the downward slope of pies is indicative of a sandwich of curry. Relay racing with sauces to escape the cheers of chillies arriving in a box with a lid. But the backwards swimming whale never marries an ox. Parsnips painting petunias prettily. Personification not dwelling in a mystic flair in a class of bees on seats. Barking baking bison bringing bacon back. How quite magical. Weaving a coat then. Hahahaha day of a giant jar of healthy green juice and arranged gherkins grin. Xxxx cauterisation z.
I saw you there on dew kissed green beneath a the shading oak
no masters hand could emulate the beauty of each stroke
in sunlight dappled glory you turned with Elven grace
as sunlight’s sweet benevolence adorned your smiling face
What artist’s brush or palette hue would envy such as this
Or offer humble canvas that grateful eyes might kiss
Gracious and coquettish charm entranced my softened eye
and I dreamed for one sweet moment that on eagles wings I’d fly
and there we’d sit forever in that sunlight dappled place
[eating pickled gherkins fish and chips, cod of course not plaice]
Alternative last line for the true romantic
[A portrait of two lovers lost in a portraits timeless grace.]
Pickled like gherkins in vinegar
Crystallised forever in sugar
Set and translucently Jellied ...
Hung like smoked, salted meat
Pigments crushed from earth
brushes from fine animal hair
Is it because they freeze
the sitter's image which
survived as the best image
of the sitter for millineums?
Linseed oil Egg tempera hand
mixed by devoted apprentices
Were paintings used for
communication to the viewer
Eyes moving behind the paintings..
before humans could read
or write?
To capture the likeness prior
the invention of photography?