Long Condiments Poems

Joulupukki knocked on the door before entering the room.  In the center of one wall was a bed that was large enough for two humans to fit in comfortably.  The young elf lying...

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ADEBIMPE

Going through this life at a frenzied pace
It's clear why we call it human race
I saw a piece of carefully gathered stardust
A desire for every parent


Adebimpe, a true definition of Omoluabi
Ornamented with great courtesy
Is she...

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Written: April 14, 2025  for contest sponsored by Brian Strand

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The subject matter of this poem explores themes of transience, intersection of life and death, and the fragile coexistence of...

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To say today has been a strange day would be an understatement. It started off this morning when I went into the den where our eldest cat, Paint, was meowing up a storm. I petted...

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Thanksgiving Day

      ~ pretty weird that it is necessary to have one day allocated during the year to give 
thanks to the harvest or anything else we might and should...

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Seems I’ve reminisced 
The feel
Of a home cooked meal
Ducking the pleasures 
Of a sainted veil 
A clause in the end
From which finer things appeal
Black jack matches not
To a fisher mans luck
On an antique reel
But on...

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lub dub, lub dub  echoes of the heart
just one sound that will tear it apart
its reins will tighten and choke the air sacks
fuselage lines squeezed  from the fortress of  plaques

the alarm is...

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She stays awake for hours, cutting Xs in the sprouts,
Then peels all the tatties, a ton or thereabouts,
Slicing and dicing parsnips is next up in the plan,
Chops up carrots and a swede, and put them...

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Anesthetized, day one, I become her bug caught in the web
Asphyxiated, entangled and cursed, numbed to feel no pain
It was a Wednesday if I remember when we wed
She grew a beard and punished me for...

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So house proud
Yet nowt inside
This Terrace house
But family

Mum outside
Dressed up in her pinny
Gabby Anny
Gossiping over washing line
With nosy nextdoor neighbor

Proudly polishing
The front door step
Sweeping nothing up
Using vinegar and newspaper
To shine the windows pristine clean

Just before...

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In this arid plain
of perennial drought,
as I stand transfixed
with vexations rising in my spirit
and sadness lying mute as a stone,
I discern, I am alone
with none to hold my hand
or share the burden
that weighs me down.

Trudging...

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Meanwhile, our troop moved on down the trail.
One more bear episode needs be told.
We arrived at the next stop with out fail.
It was late evening and beginning to get cold.

Two of us went to the...

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Hear that?... It is the sound of the beat. Of course one may say... but it's all so sweet. Guh - guh - guh- guh... such a rhythmic beat. Not to run on, so from...

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The past sneers at me
Breaking open bottled up memories-
Of years of aimless wanderings,
Of days spent in unbridled passion,
The smell of cigarettes, ganja and beer
Wine and women, bet and gambling,
And the thrill of having won and...

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back at the Arab Spring
and now a Wall Street Fall
citizens of foundering faith
just wanna change it all

believing in a higher purpose
is passing the way of the horse
power to too few, or many, versus
the prospect of...

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THE CREATION OF POETRY
 
From deep inside simmering and covered 
with fragrant sauce, an imaginative dish will 
sometimes bubble up. 

I cover it with clever condiments, taste for flavor 
and serve it with anticipatory delight.
Afterwards,...

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Are you ready for the main course?
Prepare the condiments
Thin oven mitts
Teas cozies
Lace doilies 

It's just a decoy
Here lies the kid who was left home alone while is parents visited The North 
Pole

Try to consolidate the...

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He curls himself into a ball 
Underneath some old newsprint 
Alone, depressed and drunken  
And all his money spent 
This alley’s now his only home 
Until the cops come around 
Dog tired and hungry...

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Church Supper

She puts salt and pepper on tables
covered in white paper from rolls.
She always enjoys church suppers -
special recipes from different kitchens.
She can’t help as much as she used to,
but she can put out condiments...

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Another Friday has arrived 
No meat I do sigh 
I eat the fishes from Saint Peter’s wishes 
Fried or grill 
The sea food fits the sacrificial concept bill 
Bring the tarter 
For a starter 
While...

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Realy, you are a romantic rose with rare radiance, in 
fact, you are a fine flower with fair fragrance, always, an 
awesome...angel with art allurance, perfectly, a 
priceless princess with passion in her  pursuance....

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Some people find comfort in living the same day 
Every day doing what they did yesterday in the same way. 
I know a man who ate a ham sandwich with cheese plain 
No condiments every...

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Take a number and pick a seat

How are you enjoying the heat

Welcome to the kitchen of hell

You will be here for a spell

Rotten meat and burning flesh

Hope you don't mind the smell 

Smell of sulphur...

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Canons of Maternal Love

Whirled pestle like a dervish, 
a meter long wooden rod, 
in a mortar of clay.
 
Body swayed in rhythmic moves
as her feet anchored mortar.
Jingle of bangles added harmony.

Lunge of pestle into mortar...

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The Gods split us in half;
from two mouths and four eyes,
from two noses and four legs,
from two hairlines and four hands,

we became one, singular -
Plato tells us so.

Yet we continue, we strive,
to merge and meld,
to...

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