Long Bouillabaisse Poems

The poetry of the COVID era (read to the end)

Thai pineapple rice. Wonton and Yaki Soba
Tortufo ice cream. Scallopini veal, halva and also soda
Tamago, octopus and yellowtail. Ribs, pasta fagioli.
Meat lover’s pie, sword fish, big...

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When the Universe created the Universe and allowed for challenge 

It was quite open to change and the preponderance of ageing times

Youth is not a crime and the respect for seniority has to be earned

Oh...

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AntiPoem 2

You know only one thing and that is:
Dying is not on the agenda.

Let us march now inside St. Mary’s,
March reverently through these green repentant doors,
These holy portals to grace and absolution,
Into a stain-glassed sanctuary...

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Hungry for munchies, on his way to the lunchroom, 
a rambunctious, persnickety,“fuss-budget”, elderly
jittery, fidgety, geezer, named Cassidy…
whose questionable dexterity, aghast by a massive sneeze,
teeter-tottered precariously. 
at the edge of the thingamajig, ...jigging one way, jagging...

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My roommates and I
always have something to say.
We talk incessantly, like chirping birds.

We’re all reading the same large print here, and It suggests that college is almost over.
We’re bleeding time and there are dreams in...

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Garbage In is Garbage Out
by M. Griswold
06152020

Garbage in is garbage out, facts are facts beyond any doubt.
Experts say what you put into your head is what you're all about.
So be careful of what you feed...

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I remember the days of yore.
Entering my house, out came my knight,
my sable-coloured spaniel.  
Licking my face, giving me great delight.

He jumped up and down with joy
and I’ll never forget the smell
of my lovely...

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Is it Epson Salt?

All those nice villas along the coast are empty save for stray cats and those too poor to live inland because the sea stinks like bouillabaisse gone off. Marine life and sea...

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Is it Epson Salt?
All those nice villas along the coast are empty save for stray cats
and those too poor to live inland because the sea stinks like
bouillabaisse gone off. Marine life and sea plants have...

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Still dizzy after our fall, ears ringing with fear,
Crammed in a hole we dug with our hands,
We toss away moments of galloping rage, 
Scattering secrets we once kept to ourselves,
Suave as the wind, a gentle...

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Her canvas awaits the first scoop,
 She dips her brush in the soup
 Bouillabaisse caresses her canvas,
 Stirring the senses of her palate

 She dips her brush in yet
 As the stove heats up her...

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my forte and my downfall
elegant thoughts, parsed perfection
effortlessly strung, priceless pearls
tailored, fitted, mitered, alliterated
craftmanship evident to Medieval guilds
perhaps too literal, haloed, overly sincere
but you, with your scantily clad jargon
middling maudlin untold descriptions
how can posies exist
needing...

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Hungry in France

Garçon, garçon
bring hot soupçon 
bouillabaisse accent egu. 
Qu'est-ce que c’est, qu’est-ce que c’est?  
Sounds like I’m un peu coucou.

Sacrebleu, Sacrebleu 
what can I do? 
In French all I learned to say
was frère...

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I sit here with chin in hand
My pencil poised on paper
My mind is buzzing

Words tumble and fall
In all areas of my brain
They fight for a place up front

A bouillabaisse of letters and words
Searching for significance
Demanding...

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