Long Chutney Poems
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The Lord he created the heavens and Earth,
the firmament, land sea and sky,
the flora, the fauna, and Adam and Eve
as the Bible says, but I ask why
does it not mention some of his finest designs
that we enjoy, living life to the full,
and without them all, life would not be a ball,
and in fact would be terribly dull.
Like cheese and tomato, a great combination,
alone, without dressing, they're fine,
and chutney, that's one of his mightiest creations,
on Pork pie, like God, it's divine.
That apple that hung on the tree of all knowledge,
'don't eat it' was the only rider,
Adam and Eve got a taste, what a terrible waste,
would have been better off in a Cider.
Real Ale- an invention that's not got a mention
'till Monks brewed, though I do have a hunch
that after creation, day seven God rested,
sat down to a fine ploughman's lunch.
A short dissertation on a natural phenomenon
That takes place many times every day
Sometimes at the most inopportune moments
Like in a theatre at a Shakespearian play
If the emission has a really pungent odour
Folks will certainly notice the foul breeze
However, the criteria is it must be silent
As you inadvertently cut the cheese
An essence of chutney is actually not bad
If accompanied by a hint of geraniums
But these highfaluting people must be warned
It can sometimes damage their craniums
So that's all I will say about this taboo subject
Hope you enjoyed it as I did from the start
Please don't call it a vulgar flatulence
Just call it by its happy name... fart!
the beatles
were right when
they wrote day
tripper instead
of night
~
flight of the bummble
bee could have been a
hummingbird but
heard played on
a tuba was an
elephant that
couldn't
waltz
~
the warning label
clearly states that:
if combined
with alcohol
may induce
sleepiness
~
my doctor's warning
has always been my:
medication
if combined
with alcohol
may induce
sleepiness
i'm just
trying to
redefine:
mixed
drinks
~
so the poem
~
in the tentacles of floppy
chathuluesque suggested
relish not chutney but
relishing something
that might be more
than reefer madness
or the badass
happiness of
a once in a life
time opium ride
things don't seem
to slide or collide
they really are what
your guitar strummed
them into becoming
never flat as a tire
or a Dali watch i
can't hang
around too
much unless
i truly want to
confess and
make myself
dead
dangling
hang man's
noose told
the truth so
the truth be
told since i'm
just hanging
around i at
first thought
but now my
brain is just
stuck on an
oxygen loss
but this is
unusual
since
most
at this
moment
have ginger
bread neck snaps
and have pooped and
peed their own pants
butt i'm receiving
like an antenna
ant tv telling me
i need to keep
my teeth clean
not forgetting
to floss so
what's up
with that
pubic
hair
after
eating
a slice of
her hair oh
my her pie in
another poem
where sweetness
just dropped in the
other or what wait for
the other snowflake i let
her drift
in my head
all day maybe
be coming a
snow torn
ado
a do
a deux
i did
so, si, i do
Form:
Sometimes when my mind is restless and stressed,
From the humdrum of the daily grind,
I feel refreshed and chilled
By a cool drizzle following a soft breeze:
A drizzle of memories from the childhood,
Soothing and calming my worn out mind
Those joyful flashes of the past I treasure.
I cherish those summer evening walks to beach
With my sister, friends and her friends much elder,
As my childhood home was just a walking distance
To the vast blue Bay of Bengal;
With stiff balmy sea breeze tousling our hair,
We used to walk barefoot along the shore,
Feeling the water over our feet and the sand
And admire and wonder at the crabs
Making their homes in wet sand, so agile!;
The fun and laughter while building sandcastles
And collecting the variety of beautiful sea shells-
I still remember one such occasions
When it started drizzling suddenly:
A soft, gentle, short summer rain,
And dancing in the drizzle became all the more fun.
Back home and after a bath, I remember
Devouring those delicious hot medu vadas,
That mom used to make for us
With her special coconut chutney;
I cherish the taste of those vadas and hot tea
That still lingers in my mouth...
Those were moments the very thought of which,
Makes me feel like dancing in joy:
For they were bounded with love, laughter and fun,
And my heart beats gently to those rhythms -
Sweet familiar rhythms of the drizzle of memories
A drizzle of memories of joy I cherish
That forever I hold dear!
Date: 04/04/2021
Submitted for: Writing Prompt - Cherish - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Note:
1. Medu Vada: Medu vada is a crispy fluffy South Indian snack.
2. Coconut chutney: Coconut chutney is a side dish accompanying a variety of Indian snacks and breakfast items.
marauding foxes
mutilating fruit
minutemen mischief-makers
marching upon us
pick our pockets
laugh at our loss
“No mangoes for sale”
maimed, mangled, mashed
sweetness shamed
to death
ants and gnats feasting
off illicit mango chutney
sly scamps
evade
like Bolt-pace
their intake
of fruit sugars
insufficient for catching
robust diabetes
enfeebling the fiends
abducting limbs, or a pedactyl
soulful eyes stare with jeers
sailing
mimicking
bold breezes
through the trees
as I could never
in the canopy of my Caribbean youth
under mother's God-eye
girls outclimbed me
wearing puffy petticoats
and cumbersome cornrows
to perpetrate petite thefts
of mangoes
Spring rain
Swaying trees;
Howling wind
Wet cherry blossoms
Dewy flower carpet;
Trail of footsteps
This sudden splash
Vivid skyline colours;
Rainbow reminder
Eastern shores
Sea at high tide;
Misty translucence
Lovers by seaside
Sunset serenade;
Fragrant promises
Sunset strip
Winding pathway;
Moments slip away
Love wears a smile
Spontaneous feel;
Authentic embrace
Here by the bay
Seagulls congregate;
Birdsong sermons
Mango clusters
Ready harvest;
Chutney forthcoming
Vegetable mix
Salad dinner meal;
Cool sitcom heralds
Saturday newspapers
Extra thick volume;
Too much to digest
Years have mellowed
Old couple sit together;
Silently talking in smiles
Diabetic in wheelchair
Distraught temper;
Selling tissue packs
Touch of magic
Calm enlightenment;
Charm deposits
Bank queue at noon
Sea of faces;
Unknown agendas
Come let us see
Beyond creature comforts;
Confront hazards
Once upon a blue moon
This invitational;
Rites of passage
By and by,
The vast dark skies;
Awaiting thunder
Blur as a squid
This instance here;
Lost in translation
Joy in the rain
This funny feeling;
Live in sure verge
Leon Enriquez
26 Apr 2014
Singapore
"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
- Quote by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)
When I was young and innocent,
I enjoyed life just as a child,
Had fun with friends magnificent!
Playing games out there in the wild,
Running around free, playing catch,
Chasing dragonflies, how we smiled!
Sharing jokes, we were quite a batch,
Climbing trees to pluck and eat fruits,
Not bothered about scrapes or scratch!
We had our own share of disputes,
Got o'er them just as children can,
Followed grand whimsical pursuits!
Sometimes we walked, sometimes we ran,
We thought our childhood life was cool,
Cycling around, we hatched such plans!
We gorged on 'chaat'* outside our school,
When I was young and innocent,
Trusted each other as a rule,
Had fun with friends magnificent!
*'chaat' is a sweet and sour, tangy Indian snack made up of raw vegetables, puffed rice, boiled chickpea, boiled potatoes, tamarind chutney, spices, etc.
10th October, 2022
For Constance La France's "Writing Challenge - Past Memories - "T" Forms" contest
All the Pickled produce gathered
At Branston Manor - if you please!
They entered via a staircase
Made of Jacob's Crackers and Cheese.
The Gherkin Girls and Chutney twins,
Who's names are Tom and Mango
Compete against the Beetroot Troupe
To make the taste buds Tango!
The Beetroot Troupe are not alone.
They have a wise old friend
Zingy Mr. Vinegar.
Always ready to defend.
The Silverskins call upon
The Shallots acapella choir
To pack a punchy added flavour
In a pitch that can't go higher.
The sour Grapes sulk in the corner.
They apparently should not have come.
Only Pickles were invited.
It was not open to everyone.
The Eggs got pickled with too much drink.
They thought it would be fun
To gatecrash the party
Just to confuse everyone!
It was an event to be remembered.
But alas, though sad to say
The party ended abruptly.
For they were consumed that very day!
Written 18th August 2022
For the, "It's A Pickle Party Contest"
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Hey, Peyton, remember the time
When the snow was melted along with the rime?
When the sun was mild and the weather sublime?
We went out on picnic away from the dust and the grime.
We all took our hampers with fruit and some lime,
(I brought along some candy, bought out for a dime).
Momma packed some sandwiches with bacon which was prime,
And some very fine chutney of rosemary and thyme.
While my cousins and mom played charades and mime,
Off we both went for the grassy knoll to climb.
Our laughter peeled, tinkling like wood chime,
You were the prince, I was your heim.
Peyton, I remember that it was close to lunchtime,
I rode piggyback for no reason or rhyme.
You slipped of a sudden as you stepped on some slime,
We tumbled and rolled down the slippery 'cline.
I am sorry, dear Peyton, real sorry I 'm,
It was in fun, in those days of playtime.
I'd've done it again if there was another time,
For kid's to be prankish is never a crime!
(How's this for Mom's contest of Monorhyme?)
~25 May 2016~
Nested in the cat’s cradle
Paraded in a child’s fable
I have no voice, don’t let me die
No longer shall I live a lie
I have no soul nor thoughts to save
Unbeknownst to me is
this life beyond the grave?
A designer dainty as she
silky essence she creeps upon so free
and with sheer elegance
unveils a painted lady in a trance
Wake me before the dream ends
In this a lie I can’t depend
Ochre paint splat on walls
Tinted forewings so not to fall
Hindwings I hold up in pain
Fragile chitin, scales, and veins
Bleeding strokes of mango chutney
Opera gloves cobalt blue, cloak impunity
Wake me up! Before I drop
Still asleep, a standing prop
And when I open my eyes
I’ll have wings like butterflies
The bitter truth sounds insane
Blends of electronic elements
Mesh makes perfect sense distasteful
Nestled neatly prim and graceful
Kept in the dark where it’s unfair
Wake me lest I vanish in thin air
In my dream a translucent permanence
I stand alone and have woken an evanescence