It’s the time of the year for Oktoberfest,
The nip in the air, the leaves skittering about
A fall festival that rates among the year’s best.
Custom beers and homemade pretzels to test
While giving to German heritage a shout-out,
It’s the time of the year for Oktoberfest.
This year an accordion band will be the guest
Entertaining with polkas and customary shouts,
A fall festival that rates among the year’s best.
Plenty of toasts are offered with appropriate jest
There’ll be a “last man standing” boxing bout,
It’s the time of the year for Oktoberfest.
All the young children will be suitably dressed
In lederhosen and Janker, while eating their kraut
A fall festival that rates among the year’s best.
All the activities are characterized by their zest
Participants will have clean fun, without a doubt,
It’s the time of the year for Oktoberfest --
A fall festival that rates among the year’s best.
Written October 16, 2022
I offer you the Roundabout:
a little form sublime.
Tough? Au contraire!
But do beware:
you must be in your prime.
Don’t simply trust to whether I’m
correct; just take the dare.
It helps to score
some pithy fours
that add a certain flair.
Abandon care; let down your hair.
Ideas waltz the floor:
A fine brook trout,
beer brats and kraut,
Or silly, countless more.
And so, dear poet, I implore:
creative juices out!
For fun with rhyme,
it’s party time:
the Roundabout, no doubt!
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My second Roundabout: 86446, abccb/bcddc/cdaad/dabba
https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/new-poetic-form-the-roundabout
you have to have a heck of a drawl to pronounce contraire as three syllables, IMHO... Sticking with the original - PoetrySoup counts as 2, RhymeZone counts as 3, but I'm going with 2, as that's how I hear it in my head.
*1169, Rawmaish
Be complainers they are without a doubt,
and compliments they may well do without,
when rumors to change their scheme,
like green, whiskey...built up steam,
also Irish stew to Sauer kraut,
Till Saint Patrick's became Saint George, was it,
all of Ireland, northern too, had a fit,
these saints were naught inherent,
as truth snubbed was transparent,
at least their lucky charms spelt, they're no brit.
*1169 Anglo-Norman invasion of Ireland establishing British rule.
Rawmaish, British-English from Irish-Gaelic ráiméis, meaning nonsense.
Checked with HMS
2021 March 15
*4th Place*
Two Limericks - Let's have some Fun!
~~Tania Kitchin
O say can you see
those mayo layered morsels,
sour kraut or sweet hams,
the corned beef and dill pickles,
bread fed by rivers of flavor!
Lettuce praise diner and deli,
the relish and aroma between
hungry eyes and belly.
Lord who made
the pork and beef,
the sandwich maker
and baker.
for all delectable sandwiches
imagined by the dawns early light,
yea, from sea to shining sea
we thank thee.
~~~~
He had taken the last train to Stalingrad. ´Join the Army and see the World´.
The track of events unfolded when the tank chains came off. His brother had
bombed Guernica with the Condor Legion, when the war had been ´civil´, always
the lofty fellow he was, in full of flight. The infantry soldier's military canteen
had become rather frozen but the Russians did not wish to share their Vodka. Let
alone land, homes and women. Blood coagulated in his steel helmet from the
outside and he wiped off his comrades´ brain with a shoe cloth. Uniforms have to
be immaculate. It is quite a fine line between killer and puppet. But not to worry,
the Führer has decreed that with a folding spade one can dig out of any minor
obstacle. But when the frost broke his spirit, he saved the last hand grenade for
himself to go out with a bang. Sour Kraut and frozen legs. Much cleaner than a
bayonet although he would be missing in action forever. Maybe the supply lines
would take home his last letter.
not my fatherland
remember me my sweetheart –
disobeyed my oath
24th August 2020
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my world took flight with appetite
those bastions precisely planned
slowly collapsed and caved
on shifting drifting sand
you were the screen in my submarine
the rubber crutch on which I lean
holes in my boat letting water out
and the sour in cabbage kraut
dominos fall
when the clock strikes two
a shrew flew over my cuckoo
and the shrew that flew is you
Eyebrows on noses and whiskers on women
Large rats and wombats that suckle my kitten
Penguins that waddle in hot sulfur springs
These are a few of my befuddled things
La da, di da da
Piglets that paddle in puddles of poodles
Parrots that prattle for peanuts and noodles
Wild things that fly in the face of my fan
These are the things that I chase when I can
La da, di da da, li da da, li da da
Rabies and robbers and nights in Havana
Babies that slobber on bites of banana
Fickle young fingers in pickles and kraut
These are the things that my life is about
When the elephant stomps
When the Man-o-war stings
When I'm feeling small
I simply remember my old mattress springs
And then I can't jump
At all!
La da, di da da, li da da, li da!
the chartered
bus stops in
an aire of
released
brake
pressure
clambering
while clamoring
out of the bowels
of the snake hissing
door's mouth
spitting out
pork and
souer
kraut
you wouldn't think
we're in Greece
tropical colors
of Hawaiian
sunsets
offset by white
socks pulled
nearly
to the
knee
the smell
of sunblock
cooking on flesh
frying pans of fat
men and fatter women
my friend Hans
said not typical
American
tourists
but
his fellow
countrymen
Germans
Cyber Sunday
Cyber Kraut is served
Cyber Baby goes down for a nap
Cyber Relief felt by Cyber Mommy
Cyber Grandma is Surrounded by Cyber Children
Video Monday
Video players at the table
Video battles,
Bow! Bam! Bing! Sing!
Video children
Video World
Video Land
No one sleeps
Nothing but cyber reality, and videos
The new reality,
No mouth speak any more
No poetry
No art
No gardening
Reality: New World Order
A cyber world run by videos
People extinct
Long ago
I elicit rebuke
it’s not even a fluke
I tire and I bore-nothing new here in store
I feel pain
like the rain
but the drain is arcane
I flip and flop
I start and I stop
I rip and I tear
but still get no stare
from that goose of man
the one that ran…out
leaving me here all sour and kraut
I know that it’s true
that being so blue is like wearing one shoe
uneven and odd
in a growing bod
Tis no way to be!
please help me to flee
out of my mind
and stop falling behind
…the sofa
There's a land to visit in your dreams
a place that really has, it seems,
no Brussels sprouts or cauliflower,
no cabbage, broccoli or sauer-
-kraut or parsnips or broad beans,
and where peas truly are the only greens.
Spuds they bake there have some crunch
so they go quite well with Sunday lunch.
And, to get apple pie or creamy whips
you only have to eat your chips.
So close your eyes and try to find
The Land Of Kale Much Maligned,
where Popeye, building superpowers,
shuns spinach and instead devours,
guess what, to give him strength supreme?
Yes! Lots of scones with jam and cream!
For our New Years ‘good luck meal’ we’re have’n Pork on a –
‘SPIT' - son
No I didn’t say – ‘SPIT’- son
(I wipe my eye)
Yes I did say ‘SPIT‘- but not ‘too – SPIT’
It is okay son- don’t cry-we can all get things wrong-
From time to time
Now where was I -ah yes,
The reason for the –‘SPIT’…
Testing-testing
Are you okay now-son - Good
It is considered good luck-to eat Pork-
With black-eyed peas and sour kraut on New Years day
And the reason for the –‘SPIT’- they say
It cooks the pork - to perfection,
Myself -I prefer lamb
©? Brenda V Northeast 10th January 2012
A good luck meal on New Years Day, consists of many things,
They say it makes a difference on what the New Year brings.
I got to thinking ,wow, what luck, for the pig that gave that chop,
that i stuffed with the dressing and put sour kraut on top.
He wasn't very lucky as anyone could see, and when I served the black eyed peas,
they were staring back at me.
As if to say, "your lucky meal was bought with a great cost.
It wasn't very lucky for the pig whose life was lost."
To myself I wondered , How can I eat this meal?
I was thinking about that piggy, I could even hear him squeel.
I bowed my head and said dear God, I know this food is blessed,
Help us to be so thankful for that pig who is at rest.
So as I passed the food along I said in words so clear,
Thank you pig for being food for my lucky year.
Before the Deluge,
God had forbidden
His chosen people
to eat animal flesh...
it was after the Big Flood
that He ordered Noah
and his family to eat it.
Why be reluctant to eat pork
on New Year's Day...
is it dirty and disgusting?
But isn't poultry or beef
any cleaner that pork is?
Let me have this tasty meal,
and ridicule those who won't:
hypocrites, I say shamelessly....
don't call me a guiltless pagan,
I read from the Holy Scriptures
as God spoke so adamantly.
Let me have sour kraut
and black eyed peas along
with red wine and crunchy bread:
to celebrate what the Lord created
and the Earth abundantly gives!
If it were not for the pork and black eyed peas
My husband would not be eating this meal with me
I love my pork and sauerkraut for our New Year good
luck meal
Hubbie hates kraut and would take bad luck that is
just the way he feels
I will have the kraut and him the black eyed peas
Then he will share in the good luck meal with me
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