Hungry hands toss scraps into the cauldron pot.
Odds and ends, all the got-to-go gleanings from the fridge.
Diced limp carrots, wilted herbs, chicken scraps awaken over low heat.
Garlic, bruised and crushed, enlivens the brew with its perfume.
Every stray morsel joins the bubbling parliament, murmuring.
Pots remember the whys and wherefores, empty cupboards forget.
Onions soften slowly, weaving flavors, creating harmony.
Drops of dark soy deepen the mood, seasoning with salt and umami.
Garni bouquet unfurls its quiet counsel of sense and purpose.
Each spoonful proves the slow, patient grace, of making do.
The truest of the truthful dukes who chooses to amuse the fuse of the groove to let loose /
So soon a bloom that is to loom over any gloom /
Forget bigots they’ll never get big like shots or lots /
As I’m aloft through the roof of this joint like I smoked your top locks off /
It's time to prove a hue of stooge slew anew over the slop and open up shop /
This is just my hop to jot through rot like I’m laying sod around the job /
Lost a corn cob as I jogged and juiced a hog in marinade across the log /
Sogged the mob and their pishposh hodgepodge /
Lobbed a rock at her wishy wash lodge she thought she had locked /
Got a troth full of suave to unlock and dislodge /
As we opt for a broth onslaught to loft all the costs /
I mopped the spot of rot sought after by maggots /
We hoped not to botch what my hero’s fruition brought us /
But a lying jont of stop watch witches forgo wishes and forge a lot unjust /
Upped the ante of the pot and ended with no loss just profit /
Stunned the evil planning in a trot as we tended to our cause
Iridescent bubbles, in my sleep, I see
a mishmash of things: some dear to me,
some odd - mind's subtle hues gleam,
a hodgepodge they seem;
Aw! in my
dream
I see sky
with two suns and stream -
baffling scenes, mismatch, I deem;
Still, I love my mind's craftwork, I glee,
iridescent bubbles, in my sleep, I see
Date: 01/22/2023
Writing Challenge - Andaree Form - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
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Shorthairs
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Calm stray
Bombay
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Bombay
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Rag Dolls
Snag Molls
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Birman
Sermon
The Howling Sensations
*Main Coons
Feign tunes
Wet Mongrel Cat
Soggy
moggy
Sept. 15, 2022
for a Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
*Note: This is name for a strong, large longhaired cat that is also very sweet. Maybe it's only known about in the USA??
When I feel lonely and I can write naught,
I sit down and I just begin to write…
Tea-water I’ve put on boils in the pot
And I can’t ‘get there’, not really… not quite…
And so, I fill the air with empty words,
Reflecting all the emptiness I feel.
I really do not think that I am bored…
Sometimes I endlessly watch endless reels
Of tripe – sometimes the tripe is really good!
I’ll never eat an okra or chitlins
Those never seemed to me, to be my food
But I like chicharrones, and wheat-middlings
This weary tale must now come to an end,
Your grace, I beg, for making your ears bend!
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Hodgepodge Of Words
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July/2014
Words, words, words,
a hodgepodge
of
incongruous
words -
annoying words,
I can't stand you words,
He said, she said, words
fighting words...
Just a hodgepodge
of
unwanted words,
disturbing words
Flying through
the air....
like
No respect words,
I don't care words,
How could you words,
Damn you words...
It's a Forest
within a
jungle of words,
without a compass words....
It's a shame words,
I'm leaving you words,
I don't give a damn words...
What is this words,
I'll never forgive you words...
Is there any wonder words,
that we are lost words,
in a gallimaufry of words...
Words, words, words,
a hodgepodge
of
incongruous
words -
POETIC Hodgepodge
The early morning sunshine peeks
Over the majestic mountain peaks
The mother louse , would quietly knit
A butterfly sweater for her newborn nit
Twenty pounds of dough has been kneaded
For eighty-one cheery pies the VFW needed
On a beautiful , brilliant, Blue Moon night
A fair maiden :Rescued by Sir Valiant knight
My Heartbeats life again : it has found someone New
My Dearest Barbeeg, Barbara Jean : I LOVE YOU
“ I Thought YOU Knew “
In Dedication to Barbara Jean Gorelick
Over the pine trees the ball I threw
Neighbor’s bay window the ball went through
My neighbor asked me if I would?
Come over to his house, split a cord of wood
In the woodpile see the chipmunk pray
I do not want to be the Bald Eagle’s prey
From the woodpile a gagging scent
A payment my neighbor’s skunk had sent
......................................Sadly I heard my mother Groan
Look how tall my son has Grown
Poor little lamb what have you Heard?
Is the big bad wolf hiding in the Herd?
Now come and see the most amazing Feat
I will walk on my hands instead of my Feet
At the ball game sitting on the third Tier
The TWINS LOSE I shed a joyful Tear
Yesterday I had a dream, a dream so Real
Caught a Six pound trout with a Zebco Reel
Inspired by a comment on “Hodgepodge POETRY”
Dedicated To Raul Moreno
Give it a try my POETIC Friend
Off the rocky Mountain cliff , I Dove
I’m flying toward the lake like a Dove
Underwater I saw the largemouth Bass
Singing in soprano, alto, tenor, and Bass
To Maid Marion Queen of Sherwood , I Bow
I will bring home dinner, with my arrows and Bow
The Adventures of Robin Hood which I just READ
There are so many great classic novels I want to Read
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