Long Artichoke Poems
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Now Ms Dietrich,
I have to give a response,
To your poem on behalf of fruit lovers, thus;
Of fruits we will disagree
I love then for breakfast, even for tea.
I love my apples, peaches and pear
Watermelons, coconuts, and guavas
No fear!
I eat a cherry, then a plum
And suck on star apples until the milk is done.
Even when they are stuck in my throat
Moving north, but heading south.
Love them.
Tangerines, Mandarins and artiniques,
From the same genus,but all unique
Oh and the grapes which are fed
While lying on my feathered bed
Can I tell you about the cucumber
Chew it. bend it, then devour
Now my favourite is the avocado
Refreshes vigour, and strengthens ardour
Now there are some exotic ones you see
News headlines to you but old story to me
My voyages have been long time made
Within each log, I write a page
On the last line an anecdote
To the humble gage, and artichoke
But if ever I have a regret
It's of the fruits not tasted yet.
What does it mean, to be green,
Referring to color, not politics or emotions.
There's some tints or hues, between yellows and blues;
With a lot of room, in between, for so many types of green.
There are some greens that actually say green:
Blue-green, yellow-green, light or dark green.
Other greens are just as real, for example: veridian,
Verdigris, chartreuse, teal, mantis and harlequin.
We've also seen, place names in green:
Dartmouth green, India green, forest green
Pakistan green, Paris green, sea green,
Cal Poly green, Persian green, office green.
Plants are mostly green, so many plant colors follow:
Artichoke, asparagus, honeydew, and avocado,
Apple, fern, lime, mint, olive, shamrock, forest, pistachio...
Anyone ever heard of phthalo?
What does it mean, to be green?
I, personally, get a thrill, out of chlorophyll.
All these greenish strengths, are really wavelengths
Of reflected light. We define which green is right.
Form:
Arbitrary patterns, be it said,
Behove a poet who has nought to say:
Consider if you will, the holy dread
Descending on him when he has to play
Egregious games of lexicon and sense:
Ferocious is his hunt for weighty meaning:
Garrulousness has no innate value - hence
Hermetic references, frantic gleaning,
Intemperate allusions all too often
Juxtaposed with useful phrases in a
Kulturkampf, with memes supposed to soften
Lacunae like the way we treated Jinna,
Matriculee of Lincoln’s Inn. No joke.
Nehru, Inner Temple. Things you learn!
Our planet is a stellar artichoke,
papaveraceous, as the Medes discern.
Figs stuffed with proscuitto and mascarpone cheese,
a plate of bacon wrapped scallops and pineapple.
French onion soup is bound to please
or garlic steamed mussels with which to grapple.
Artichoke hearts smothered in sherried cream;
pears with sugar and cinnamon in butter sauteed;
pork tenderloin medallions make a demi-glaced dream
while crisped lyonnaised potatoes are made.
Now with a sip of Pouilly-Fuisse'
tastes flush the palate like a gourmet concert.
A toast to good friends on this wonderful day
as ice wine chills to serve with dessert.
A plate of old fashioned Bananas Foster-
perhaps in the morning, eggs benedict with lobster!
In the air, blows my hair
In my eyes, a blank stare
I’m just wasted
Too much wine, it’s divine
The most flavorful vine
That I’ve tasted
Have to go, even though
I can’t drive, that I know
Call a taxi
Stomach churns, how it burns
Artichoke dip returns
Mouth is waxy
I’m not well, they can tell
Like a turkey from hell
That’s been basted
Over there, people stare
They just laugh, they don’t care
That I’m wasted
Business executive Darrin Stephens has a life
with a good paying job, a fine boss, and a great wife.
He’s employed by a large advertising agency.
Darrin and Samantha should live with complacency.
However, when anyone sees them, that’s not the case,
some strange phenomena occur often at their place.
They have a nosy neighbor who’s named Gladys Kravitz.
She cannot prove what she knows, and it gives her some fits.
It is easy to determine Darrin’s troubles cause.
He has a bunch of witches and warlocks for in-laws.
His problems are many since he married Samantha.
Darrin’s mother-in-law goes by the name Endora.
It is an encumbrance, and certainly not a joke,
when Endora can turn him into an artichoke.
His father-in-law Maurice, his cousin Serena,
the jokester Uncle Arthur and old aunt named Clara,
cause plenty of problems for him and wife Samantha.
Darrin and Samantha have a daughter, Tabitha.
Daughter Tabitha has the power of a young witch.
Mommy and daddy keep telling her she must not “twitch”!
Whenever Samantha becomes ill on any day,
they call on a witch doctor quack named Dr. Bombay.
He often contributes to Darrin’s situations
with his magical spells, potions, and incantations.
With all of these things, why has not Darrin gone crazy?
These things make a funny situation comedy!
Robert Pettit "Bewitched"
You left me without a reason why
You said you loved me, it was a lie
Now I sit in the dark and just cry
Folk notice my demeanor and pry
I shut them out tell the goodbye
I just want to heal,but hurt is nigh
Will I ever love again before I die?
I often sleep and eat and just sigh
Is there such a thing as a soul tie?
If so I doomed, and mustn't even try
Being in love in nothing but a joke
Broken promises is all you spoke
My fairy tale life went up in smoke
Now I'm waiting for me to just croak
Do you recall our kiss? By the oak
That memory alone makes me choke
When you left me, I'm double broke
Misery and despair is now my cloak
You were nothing but a trivalent bloke
And I hope you slip on an artichoke
I thought that you were the one
We used to have so much fun
Our lives together had just begun
I wonder if you took our old gun
My world is dark, where's the sun?
Scales are on my eyes,there're a ton
I'm through living, I'm just done
You caused to shut out everyone
My life is like an old film, a sad rerun
You were like my mother's dear son
I must get used to this intense pain
Rainbows long gone, all I see is rain
On most days and nights I go insane
There's like a ticking bomb in my brain
I'm likened to a wreckless moving train
My awful life is going down the drain
I have small scars and cuts on my vein
I'm locked in my mind, ball and chain
The days are gone when I was sane
My life over, I have nothing to obtain
But If ever emerge from this living hell
I'll work on me first, only time will tell
I used to be so happy and full of life
Now I'm so sad and someone's ex wife
I think to myself, can I fall in love with me?
If I could my heart would know much glee
Instead I long for my existence to expire
I often feel like I've touched a live wire
Is this place a dream? Is this my reality
If so I've grown accustomed to insanity
*I know this contest is over. But I was inpired to give it a try after reading Andrea's poem in this form. I don't know if I got it right. Fiction
Alexis Y.
11/09/19
Hurray! Presage of all round triumph
And victorious celebration unto the city
Of a united vanquisher and cooperate partisans.
For they won by strength , strength of all,
Neglecting the identification of various semblance and cannibalizing the spirited camaraderie.
By their united strength , forever they shall won.
Lend me your ears : olu – chukwu- allah generation
Which nations want progress and stability.
Hoping for an economic buoyancy .
A lone exit: of a trammelled growth , a shadow view.
A glorious hope triggered by peace – only in Christ Jesus
The burning flame of secular hope : a flashing star in the night that shields the vantage.
What can you see from the beauty of nature “ Jerusalem artichoke” is without beauty in the absence of its root
Flavour of salts is in the soup. So the glorious hope of a nation lies in the in the faith of the godly
Neither in the military nor economic strength
To the pace given to our fore fathers in the dream.
To encounter you in Cleveland
as if an angel drew my steps
into the intricate re-enactment of
an Amazonian forest
A glass tank with a caption that reads,
"Long- necked South American Turtle"
After intense staring into irridescent shallows
your shape emerges as a living abstract;
a turtle-seemingly carved from an
ancient tree bough,
your long neck, the gnarled branch:
your body an elongated burl
Nearby, a sloth, in an emotion
like sleep, does a slow motion spiral
down a vine clad tree
A creature (my memory refuses to name)
like a crazed artichoke
returns in endless typewriter movements
Eyes glazed, despairing of escape
I am drawn, mesmerized back to the
tank with its oneness of stone and log,
breathing a silent prayer to wonder.
invoice number twenty seventy six
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15 violins
10 Chellos
10 bassoons
10 clarinets
5 flutes
5 tubas
10 French-horns
3 bass guitars
2 (pairs) kettledrums
2 snare drums
1 bass drum
1 chimes
1 tom-tom
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6 heads of lettuce
1 quart of artichoke hearts
salad dressing
6 pounds of deli ham
3 pounds of bacon
5 pounds of roasted turkey breast
6 sliced cucumbers (marinaded in vinager, salt, and apple juice, and red pepper flakes, 3 chpped anchovies)
16 tomatoes
2 cups of mixed provolone and swiss chesse
garlic powder
5 onions
19 chicken breast
10 loaves of fresh baked itailain bread
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sip on diss'
1 gallon of brewed tea
1 gallon of grape juice
1 quart of orange juice
2 cups of lime juice
1 fifth of rum
1 quart of cider
2 quarts of pureed strawberries
1 bottle of sweet red win
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feel what you singing.
let's do-it right!