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An August evening
This afternoon I was writing a poem but it kept disappearing
a blank screen had words on but they faded away
erased by an inner logic of self-critic.
I like red roses but when I write about them it sounds banal
and a thousand songs about roses make me feel lethargic
wasting my time; Gertrude Stein said. A rose is a rose…
I have tried to write about Tulips and think of Amsterdam
I was there often when a seaman.
I prefer pot plants now; they need watering but are safe
like dinner at five.
Lily is a flower in much demand in Copenhagen, don´t why?
All I know about Denmark is “Hygge” and “frikadeller.”
I look out of the window and see a tree-lined avenue and
notice the leaves are slowly yellowing it makes me feel sad.
Meat Market
They sit on window sills in Hamburg Amsterdam and many beautiful Cities
Legally ‘freed’ they take part in a shady economy of flesh lust and domination
Skimpy dress bare buttocks and bosoms with red light advertising their ‘virtue’
Pimped and pumped out it is business as usual tonight and the punters arrive
Many are most recent imports from Eastern Europe snatched under false promise
Of valuable jobs now bereft of their passports and drugged to dark eye balls
They stand in dark alleys or prowl the streets offering rough rides and adventure
Hand out release for a tenner blow foul members like good sex slaves would do
On the passenger seat they take men to new heights and submit to exploitation
The point of service for entry is all good and if its not the front passage its dearer
Without protection the purse opens wider as the clients take their greedy pick
‘Some goods are beyond the sell by date’ but look now ‘Two for the price of one’
Some of the women and often young girls end up stitched up and dead in a ditch
But who cares they are only whores not pretty enough to be escorts or call girls
A vile supply and demand economy unregulated like neo-liberal infection below
‘The tart enjoys it and she can be proud to get stuffed by the great guy I am’
Modern day serfdom with no power of love but bonded in sick love for power
03rd June 2019
We need to find Shangri-la, my heart said.
Great idea! Soul replied with a blast.
We'll relive lifetimes we've had in the past!
We have to find it before we are dead.
Arranged for my dog and my cat to be fed.
Packed a small bag. Gave my husband a kiss.
You'll be okay, he replied. Snake gave me a hiss.
Friends were askance. Are you right in the head?
From nation to hamlet my searching self flew.
Greeted in Mexico, Africa and Chad.
Some beautiful places, none of them bad.
All of a sudden my heart and I knew.
My joyful, happy, excited soul then
Found it not in Amsterdam or Dover
Yet the search for Shangri-la was now over.
Knowing I shall never search for her again
I raced back to my gorgeous country side.
To feed my own husband and my happy pets.
It was an easy decision, to jump on those jets.
My home is the best! I ran quickly inside.
I yelled, Shangri-la was here all the time
My husband rolled his hazel all-knowing eyes
I am not kidding! This is the prize!
He handed me a pie, my favorite key lime.
Written: 9-15-2019
Contest: Pick a Title Volume 9- Enclosed Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Time and chance happened
to me
Opportunity came knocking
Canadian visa on my green passport
grabbed with both arms
Montreal, Ottawa here
I come
KLM, Air France, Amsterdam, Montreal
cities so surreal
Dreams and imagination becoming
so real
Waiters and waitresses
wait on me
Dreamy and misty but so real
Race and colour irrelevant
All wait on me
Living my dreams
Ottawa with love
Visa on my green Nigerian passport
***I personally don't indulge in "soothing weed"
but the Dutch and many others certainly do***
Amsterdam
Dynamic charm along many contradictions encompass Amsterdam
House boats festoon canal while tenants toast wine and love Edam
True blue blonds cranking bikes synchronize pace crossing a bridge
Stoned laird hears enlightened souls chant verse perched on ledge
Safe from surging water churches dominate rooftops ogling a tram
Finely carved architecture tower above bars serving eggs and ham
Cafes offer soothing weed dazzling each mortal with such privilege
Fueling dreams of nirvana minds invoke desire to sharpen its edge
Penned: 06/16/2017
12:34 a.m.
Aboard cruise liner: Vision Of The Seas
Docked in Amsterdam, Holland
ERWTENSOEP
Split peas, sometimes with ham
This soup served in Amsterdam
Smoked pork belly, sausage too
Served nice and hot will just do
Carrot, onion, leek and celeriac
The thought of it takes me back
This combination did it for me
When I worked there in ‘83
Breakfast was always uitsmijter
Smiled at the girl just to spite her
Eggs and ham on fresh bread
Ordered early to stay ahead
Coffee drunk all through the day
Strong to handle come what may
A cold beer or two over lunch
With those little crisps to crunch
With meetings in the afternoon
I did my thing none too soon
Dinner was typically Indonesian
Sometimes influenced by Frisian
Rijsttafel, a surprise in every bowl
But delicious food always the goal
Elsewhere, desserts are plentiful
Big portions seem quite bountiful
But if I had just one item to order
Every time I crossed that border
It would be erwtensoep, every time
Everyday Dutch cuisine in its prime
Whatever kind of café I was ever in
I’d wash it down with ice cold gin
breathless hush
Beyond dreams
with candlelight burns
Lives cross lives idling
Beyond souls emptiness'
piano speaks
'It's all in one mind'
the trees listening
for they are one
with the universe
Eyes smell flowers and become them
There's a deathless hush tonight
tidal wave sweeps in
breathes and sinks all lights lit
Mormon tabernacles washed away like barnacles
Coyotes are confounded & swim nowhere
An orchestra keeps on playing Handel's Water Music
Horns fill with water float away like lovers horizontal
Loop becomes a rollercoaster
like water glasses mixed with Buddhist brine
watered down beer topped with sea foam
Beau Fleuve suddenly become salt
buried masts of Amsterdam arise
the great wave sweeps
to wash away over-age Camembert
steaming in sea-vines
the washed land awakes again to wilderness
the only sound a vast thrumming of crickets
a cry of seabirds high over
and Indians reclaim their canoes
(Blackout of Wild Dreams Of A New Beginning
By Lawrence Ferlinghetti)
If you were to inquire of me
To impart my knowledge about flowers
My answer would be this
I have seen with my own eyes the Tulips blossoming in May
In Holland's field's
On a sunny day
The likes of which my eyes had never seen before
Colors divided into rows so rich
Try as I could
I could never explain
What I have seen
In Colors so perfect they rended my eyes blind
In high resolution definition my vision recalibrated
To a new scale and level
A miracle of nature I knew not had existed
Has blessed me with
I was at one with the greatest gift
A rose can not compete with for sheer beauty
The Dutch were
1 of the first
To voyage , journey and discover
The high seas because they used
Windmills to mechanically power saws
Enabling them to built ship's quicker
faster and more efficiently
So had a far superior naval fleet
New York
Was
New Amsterdam
Dutch East India Company
Tulips were the 1st commodity traded
Ergo the Stock Exchange Market
The Carrot was is in fact
Purple in colour it's a bulb
They made it and turned it into
Orange in colour
Most of the majority of the Netherlands
They reclaimed built canals in order
To take the land back
And also in the process
Made it fertile afterwards enough
To farm and live off prosperously
And is progressive and religiously tolerant
Not bad and pretty impressive
All things being considered
How many remember the View-Master
It took us to romantic places
Like Rome and Paris and Amsterdam
Sure put a smile on our faces
More than seventy years of 3D vacations
It still can be purchased today
But now geared mainly towards the kiddies
No more flying us guys away
With the advent of the great world wide web
View-Masters became out of date
They're like dinosaurs in this high tech world
Been pining for those times of late
For those less panicky days way back when
Been accused of reliving the past
But find so much peace and solace there
Life was an absolute total blast