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Dreamescape

You're on my mind and in my heart
Together there we'll never part
In dreams we fly to distant lands
Brilliant sunsets, holding hands
Loving 'til the break of dawn
Sleeping in, writing songs 
Making sure your coffee's hot
Arise at noon...or maybe not
Lazy days, nowhere to be
At any time, except with me
A beach umbrella by the sea
Drunken goat, aged gouda, brie 

Look up, a plane is passing by
It's writing something in the sky
Two names connected, one pen stroke
Or in this case unbroken smoke
Now it's changing from a word
And forming into a bluebird
She's holding something in her claw
It looks like its a red guitar
She's soaring, gliding, how she sings
To music playing from the strings
Hold me always in your wings
And I will tell you pretty things

Melted Cheese

A lunch for me that’s bound to please
Is one containing melted cheese,
For on a bagel or some bread
(The crusty type) or else instead…

Inside a quesadilla shell
Or anyplace to melt it well,
I love its oozy stretchy form,
Especially when it’s still warm.

It could be cheddar, maybe Swiss
Or mozzarella (that can’t miss)
Or muenster, gouda, edam, jack
To make a meal or just a snack.

The salad lovers may protest,
Yet pizza fans would pass the test,
For life provides no guarantees
Except when lunch has melted cheese.

Soap Bubble

a soap bubble
rolls over the grass 
thinking it lacks wings

-- Souvenirs of Silence, Soman Gouda

Crocus

a crocus springs up 
to cheer a dead poet 
first ray of spring

-- Souvenirs of Silence, Soman Gouda

Wetland

i bring home
the soul of wetland - 
muddy shoes

-- Souvenirs of Silence, Soman Gouda

Woods

frozen souls murmur 
as i tread past them - 
a winter walk

-- Souvenirs of Silence, Soman Gouda

Hope

there still are the chirps 
in the nest
on a bleak winter tree

-- Souvenirs of Silence, Soman Gouda

Loneliness

i keep my window open
to get spotted by someone 
on a winter afternoon

-- Souvenirs of Silence, Soman Gouda

Winter

flimsy leaves
of a winter tree
fall one over the other

-- Souvenirs of Silence, Soman Gouda

Souvenirs

four pebbles ...
from brighton shore -
the souvenirs in pandemic

-- Souvenirs of Silence, Soman Gouda

Song Bird

a song-bird built a nest 
right above the grave of 
a world-war fighter pilot

-- Souvenirs of Silence, Soman Gouda

Park Bench

poems hatch
on a park bench 
dedicated to a dead man

-- Souvenirs of Silence, Soman Gouda

Lumberjack

a lumberjack 
first cuts a bough
then its shadow

-- Souvenirs of Silence, Soman Gouda

Scalloped

Enamel finger-smeared thick with butter
Yellow onions, yellow butter, floured and browned
Just add cream
From roux to dream
Now spice to glue that hold my world together

The team assembles for its tasty mission
Cheddar, gouda, mozz and more
Thick sheets of ham
Tubers sliced translucent
Layered, latticed, clothed in white bliss
Sealed deep into my black Dutch Oven

Four hundred twenty-five degrees, twice boiling
Every five minutes, I keep checking
Time warps
seconds are hours
Only half done, removing the covering

Top comes off, melting marbarella muck
Gilded golden gruyere
Splattering over spuds
Swirling cheese seas
Miasmic fragrant fromage tauntingly teased air

Beep! Beep! Beep! It's done!
Don't waste a moment
Too hot to taste
Bubbling lava lake
Slowly crusting cheesy skin emerging from the oven

Finally, the soup solidified, gooey cultured cream
Ready for the fork and spoon
Potatoes caked
Ham baked
Reality as gastro-goodness manifested dream

Onto my plate, my fork, my palette, my bliss

Are You Slurring

No, I haven’t any feta.
Why not? Came the reply
because I prefer chedda
Do you need to know why?

Chedda’s much betta
with burger and beer.
It makes no matta
if salad is near.

So, no, I have no feta.
I plan a sandwich lata.
maybe then I’ll have gouda
and its flava I will sava.

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