Long Alfresco Poems
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You carry the thread of red sentiment, a cord bleeding.
Each Volta you make is measured by its expanse,
and the walls elicit remembrance of the hurt,
reflecting your possessed pastel face.
This passage is not a labyrinth of pebbles,
but one of piercing rumors and cob-webbed roots,
and every step you take, you are drawn in place.
The features you embrace are impotent here,
sketched with ancient haunts and a legend of what was spoken for.
It is a point, not a principle.
The only winning way to move is not ahead, but to fall,
to the heart of the Minotaur that plagues your caverns,
the one you posit and feed with resentful meals.
Pardon is not the killing of the beast,
but the loosening of the blood.
It is the preference to look away from the features,
to feel the phantom weight lift from your embodiment.
It is the deed of offering that red cord an absolute, genteel tug,
not to drag them back, but to appoint yourself free.
And then, in the quiet of the freed realm,
you can listen to the fiction of a novel path.
Not a way alfresco, but a way through adagio,
where the walls dissolve into a horizon of spectral light,
and the labyrinth itself becomes a garden grown with gratuity, of staying alive,
for that is the only way out of the labyrinth of suffering, is to forgive.
Porches,
attached decks,
patios,
intimate places for alfresco,
These make a difference
between a fortressed house
and a transparent home,
between an ego castle
and an eco-habitat.
We also spread rhododendron bushes
and hostas,
flowers and ferns
around our stone
and concrete bound foundations.
We want stable defenses
but prefer to camouflage houses
in organic color,
life giving and taking shapes.
These boundary vistas
speak of heart felt reminders
our habitat is rooted
in Earth's wilderness
In vulnerability
hidden from transparency
except with those who share our sacred space
inside
and upon,
within our co-passioned present time,
Presence bonding,
double-binding,
re-membering past wildness
anticipating future re-generative
re-storative
re-habituating
re-acclimating
re-bounding win/lose less
for more win/win paradise
Just barely 2020 visible
and silently audible
and fresco fragranced
and tasted,
felt
and so nearly touched
longing into belonging
on our cooperatively-owned front porch.
NO WINTER THIS YEAR! NO NONE AT ALL!
no winter this year, no! none at all!
the ducks dilly dally, honeybees in the fall!
my dry cleaners said "no need for your coat!
I'll get to it when, I dock my sailboat!"
anthills getting bigger, their soldiers don't hurry!
I checked the forecast, no chance of a flurry!
the blueberry tea, I've been served alfresco,
stays quite piping hot! thank you Ernesto!
my finest snow angel, about to appear,
must take a raincheck! with Santa's Reindeer!
the heavens above, must surely have reasons,
postponing ice fishing, and blurring the seasons!
I'll wait two more weeks, before I declare!
"remove thin-ice signs! steep drop-off beware!"
This bloke said, ‘Hi,’ but we nearly passed him by
My mate said, ‘You should listen, he's a scientist guy.’
He uttered lots of nonsense but it stuck inside my head
And now I rarely go out cos I walk the streets in dread
He said, ‘ What if the ostriches never could fly
and a bit more evolution sees them take to the sky,
you’d better make a bee line to a market seller
and ask him if you might procure his biggest umbrella.
If your coffee is alfresco when you’re shopping in town,
you sit there and you sup it but the level don’t go down.
Better put a hand or saucer over your cup
but whatever you do, don’t ever look up.’
Might we then discover Darwin got it all wrong
The evidence apparent in the god almighty pong
I hope it doesn't come to pass till after I’m dead
That elephants and hippos circle over our head
I cannot help but think about the prehistoric era
And the reason for extinction which could not be any clearer
No cosmic collision killed the beasts that came before us
They were smothered in the output from an airborne brontosaurus!
His new wife proclaimed, ‘Oh my God’
I think I’ve just wed a tripod
I now understand
Your steps in the sand
You left a third trail where you trod
Those newlyweds lay hand in hand
Their union sealed on the sand
The sand made her sore
But she wanted more
And, oh boy, did he make a stand
Abstaining so long was a drag
She can’t think why he didn’t brag
Their first time: alfresco
By moonlight they let go
She thought it a pole for a flag
She cried and she started to beg
Please fertilise my willing egg
As she grabbed his member
He begged please remember
Go gentle with my middle leg
Within a lush verdant meadow, meanders a lazy river
Where wildflowers bloom beneath the warm breath of the sun
They sway upon a gypsy wind on this early morning in June
Stems of purple heather rise above the carpeted earth,
Emerald green as any Irish hillside or garden near the shore
Their saccharine scented plumes attract the pollen seekers
Bursts of color can be seen in shades of scarlet and white
For growing on the river's bank is a plethora of anemone
Not the variety that resides in the depths of a sea
Yellow iris mingle with daisies in this alfresco arboretum
Untouched by the hand of man, it's an immaculate bouquet
Resplendent in perfumed glory and pristine perfection
There's the mellifluous sound of a cascading waterfall
singing a soft melody as it spills from crevices of granite rock
Nourishing the serpentine river flowing through the glade
This haven appears as an Elysian Field, as Eden must have been
A sanctuary to remain inviolate and reverenced by the gods
Perceived to be hallowed ground, too sublime for mortal man
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Our Kitty’s allergic to peanuts,
Most don’t eat meat anymore,
Lynn and Tim are Vegans
Alex is a staunch carnivore.
Vegan, Veggies and carnies
All coming to visit for lunch
Sue was tearing her hair out
Planning feeding such a bunch.
Our first family get together
After more than two Covid years
Set us all a panic hoping that
The day didn’t end in tears.
Thanks to modern supermarkets
And a bit of a marathon shop
All those dietary requirements
Didn’t quite catch us on the hop.
Entertaining the family these days
With those modern eating quirks,
Thank the Lord for listed ingredients
A scheme that obviously works.
The sun was bright and warm
So we could all eat alfresco
All more than complementary
When it was time for them to go.
It was a really great success
Once the planning was complete
And now we can both get back to
Buying just what we like to eat.
We’re a meat and two veg couple,
All carefully calorie counted.
It took more than little effort but
All difficulties had been surmounted.
When I think of my Mam and Dad,
They just wouldn't have believed it,
A generation from leaner times with
No option but to take it or leave it.
Memory glosses over the facts of
What were the necessary ways,
The truth of the matter being
Those weren’t quite such Good Old Days.
The whole world knows that
Adding vinegar to chips and fish
Turns the whole offering into
An almost Earth shattering dish,
But how many people know,
How many people realise
The amazing effect to be had
By adding Mayo to your fries.
Almost a Damascus Road event
The first time that you try it
Just take the humble spud
And very quickly deep fry it
Then take a huge dollop of
That thick yellow stuff
Don’t worry just how much
You can never have enough.
A nice thick blob to make
A very tasty tasty dip
Then use one by one
On every single chip.
An explosion of joy
Follows each immersion
It really is a case of
Taste bud subversion.
Oh vinegar can be nice
It never ever goes to waste
But lather on the yellow stuff
For that cosmopolitan taste.
It’s the simpler things in life
That can give it zest and glow
Like a bag of red hot chips
And a splodge of Mayo.
You can keep your Fine Dining,
Your food artfully arranged
Your Meat barely cooked,
Oh how things have changed,
Just give me fish and ‘taties,
Wrapped and ready to go
To be Eaten with the fingers
Hot fish and ‘taties alfresco
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City of Hearts and Home by the Bay
Day star's mist yields to its grip of a bridge,
Span steel strands, harp-like, golden tags a smidge,
Light drapes the streetcars, up and down the hills,
Chimes, mass speeches, music, and painted stills,
Juggling pantomimes, street fair atmosphere,
Haight and Ashbury crossing yesteryear,
Fisherman's Wharf nearby Pier 39,
Seafood platters and fine dining with wine,
Downtown Union Square, lunching alfresco,
Market Street, Tiffany's, a Broadway show,
San Franciscans, whenever we're in Rome,
Ideal for some, but we call this home.
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This perfect summer’s day
with the sky an azure blue
Sitting ‘neath an aged Oak
I hear the sweetest birdsong too
Vibrant leaves unblemished
emerge from winters sleep
Fragrant petals fresh and new
they also take a peep
Whilst sat upon this garden seat
It feels so nice in paradise
For now I'm living way up high
in my penthouse apartment
almost touching the sky
Spectacular views in every direction
the sea and the hills
How lucky am I
But sat now in this garden
treasured memories come to me
When grandkids they were young
I almost hear them laugh with glee
I close my eyes ~ in my mind’s eye
'tis them that I can see
On summer evenings you and I
with our favourite glass of wine
To catch the last rays of the sun
alfresco you and I would dine
But now you're gone true love of mine
and I live all alone
Watching the sea and stars and moon
Each day like flowers
they blossom and bloom
But on this sunny summers day
as I begin to drift away
our garden back then ~ so special to me
surrounded by auras of fragrance and beauty
and sweet loving memories how life used to be…
Written 27th April 2021
after spending the afternoon sitting in a friend's beautiful garden…
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