It takes a long voyage to find the right road
A battle field that everyone has told
Face thy fear though heart may be shatter unto pieces
It might be a facade so hold thy tears with fears
Bravery in you and likeness
Of a warrior named Achilles
Be with a mighty sword as you face thy opponent
Victorious duel without bafflement
Anxiety strikes for illusions of being apart
Afraid to lose you with julienne heart
Love me for real my childhood dream
Even when the scene of sunset meets the horizon with hymn
We are all too fallible
We do commit some tidbits of failures
But for eternity, you will always be my man
And I’ll give you my heart for the best I can
It’s a far smile from those halcyon days
Though we undergo labyrinth in many ways
And at times I become lachrymose and weak
Your tender affection is what my heart seeks
But never be at daggers drawn
Life is definitely accompanied with storm
It’s a promise that I will never lose heart for you
It’s a real love for you my beau
by : JOYZEL MAE P. SOTES
dedicated to : JAKE O. DELA PAZ
July 2, 2014
Categories:
julienne, courage, fear, love,
Form: Haiku
We’re watching Saturday
Morning cookery
On TV; wide-eyed
Amateurs impressing
Mock-military judges
With parcels and fools
And baskets and coulis
And ganaches and jus.
My wife likes a recipe
And asks me to record
It for posterity and for dinner.
But I couldn’t care less
About eggs julienne
Because it’s coming up
To half past ten
And my head is screaming
“Run for the muffin!
Run for the muffin!”
Categories:
julienne, food, humor,
Form: Free verse
Finally she's here at their first address
Burying her seeds in her summer dress
His shoulders are broad and his hands are rough
He keeps things honest no matter how tough
She picks wild violets for their salads in cheer
Then places one neatly atop her ear
He loves this earth but he must strip the land
With sweat on his brow and with his ax in hand
The house could simply explode with light
With mountain valleys from left to right.
He brushes off his rugged attire
Then grabs a few logs for their outdoor fire
She slices the carrots to a fine julienne
Then dusts the chicken with a dash of cayenne
He begins his journey to their sanctuary at last
He smells like dirt, sweat and grass
The wind swings
Through the window
And clings
Her dress to her skin
With voluptuous sin
Through the door
He steps on in
The floor creaks
And over the wind
He softly speaks
At last
Honey, I'm home...
By Dustin Riddle
Categories:
julienne,
Form: I do not know?
I am going to say adios to the movies,
Where cars are houses,
And houses are storehouses.
I am going to say adios to the movies,
Where boy friends are easily found,
But batteries not included.
I am going to say adios to the movies
Where the girls are looking for the fun,
But batteries to be recharged soon.
I am going to say adios to the movies,
***Where a son is enamored of his own mother
*And in bed a father seeks his own daughter
**And blood sister seeks in bed her own brother.
I am going to say adios to the movies,
Where an unmarried girl wants a child,
Her mother takes her to the city ahead,
Taking the cows to a bull like a shepherd.
Leave your message please,
I shall get back to you at ease.
* The movie: Art of crying
** The Cruel Intentions II
*** Julienne Moore starer
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Fifth place win in
Contest: Outrageous Rhyme
Categories:
julienne, passion,
Form: Rhyme