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Listen to me ,my dear guys, I met two little mice , They were small in size, And they visited my home thrice , The mice only came at night, They were afraid of the light, And they hid under the bag of rice, I never liked their cries,
They ate my cucumber slices, And pushed the glass of ice,
They never forgot to taste spices, I was ready to fight, And it was my right.
“2.99 for the box,
on sale.”
"How much was the burger meat?"
"Nine dollars. Meat is always expensive, Ben."
Ben stirs his Italian ice
into lemonade
The bathtub is full
of cold water
The dryer is full
of damp clothes
The sink is full
of half-eaten meals
My 13-year-old wedding plates
used to showcase birds on branches
but the birds flew away
It is ten at night in July in North Carolina
I can't decide
if I am satisfied
or complacent
I count days between rain
because it is more honest than time
or clear-cut certainty
Turtles know true direction
and monarchs always know
their way home
I am jealous of them, too
I watch Ben stir his melting ice
to consistency
I adore his fascination
for little things:
the circumference
of his thriving watermelon,
the yellow flowers
of cucumber plants,
his pride in making things grow
“Try the lemonade, mom”
March Winds
Stooping their backs while grasping their hats,
The gentleman and lady friend push back
The wind, attempting to gain progression
On the sidewalk to their destination.
One leg ahead, followed by the other
Stepping forward in an aggressive manner,
They make tracks, but the draft is intently
Sweeping, brutally blistering, and chilling.
This is not the juncture to be out there, I conjecture
While staring out the window, observing the weather
And the motions and energies exerted by the couple
Entering the establishment where I wait on tables.
Raw oysters with cucumber mignonette sauce
(Recommended by many for manly performance)
Complement steamed Asian greens and oyster mushrooms,
With a slightly chilled Chablis to rid the gloom.
In-between seasons of winter and summer,
When the snow melts by the sun and wind’s vigour,
Giving way to raw dynamics and our encounter.
March winds—I was never too fond of the changeover,
Except on the latter in April’s joy filled days,
When spring becomes wonderful to the pupil
And I smell the sporting grass and see trees sprouting leaves
And flowers unfolding their petals in the warm breeze.
Whereupon the bough birds chirp endlessly
And bees fattening on blooms hum melodiously,
And people, carefree, are zestfully happy,
As when entering a garden of felicity.
Discreetly, I recompose myself not to let my emotions display
And leave the miss and her beau to enjoy their entrée plate,
Who softly giggle to each other with innocent grins
Of fortitude when out there braving March winds.
And once again I whisper, "Wrong number."
Twisting the cold cord around my finger,
Sitting there, as cool as a cucumber
Still knowing why I will always linger
It's you, it's you, I know that haunting voice
Somewhere on the other end of the line,
I'm listening, as if I had a choice ...
To the same ghost in this tired ear of mine
You're truly making a long distance call
And just who's to argue, when it's your dime,
Ringing my old number, to tell me all ...
Showing up yet again on borrowed time
While my teary eyes close, nearing slumber
And once again I whisper, "Wrong number."
Bold and brazen he comes lumbering across my garden paths
determined to sample my tomatoes, squash,
a cucumber, a broccoli, a pepper or even flower.
That solid, chubby interloper.
Unlike the welcomed chipmunk
who comes cautious and timidly
and makes his way through the undergrowth
to steal away the birdseed and fallen fruit.
The chubby, burly groundhog
hurries to his focal point
my tasty fruiting vegetables
and tastes each at his pleasure
but
with a sudden shout from me
and the bark of my attentive companion
the thief is on the run.
He is gone
disappearing under the fence
through the hole he dug
gone to sample someone else's goods
I’ve got a secret to tell you, so gather round to hear
I had afternoon tea with the Queen in May this year
Her majesty was wearing a dress of bright emerald green
When she walked in the room she looked so serene
A corgi puppy bounded in and sat down on her knee
The Queen was perfectly poised whilst she sipped her tea
We nibbled cucumber sandwiches with the crusts removed
I didn’t drop a crumb on the red carpet, I hope her Majesty approved!
We talked at length about my poetry
Her majesty asked ‘could you recite one for me’
I smiled and recited an old limerick or two
The Queen then asked for a poem that was new
How could I refuse a request from the Queen like that
So I made up a poem about the corgi chasing the cat
Oh how the Queen laughed and smiled with glee
She decreed me to be the writer of royal poetry
So now I e mail her majesty every single day
My poems are read to the Queen by her valet
I’m an official royal poet and I am so excited
I hope it won’t be too long before I get knighted
Contest Tell a tall tale Sponsored by Jesse Day
07~03~16
SUMMER COOKING FOR SLUMBER
At the edge of the Thar desert in a city
the simmering summer sun doesn’t set
before it blazes the day at 45 degree C.
On rock slab of backyard I can make an omelet.
Hungry, I enter instead the kitchen in a hurry
from the glare of the smoldering day sunny,
cook quick corn, cabbage and carrot curry,
to beat the heat eat with mango chutney.
For dinner under the sizzling starry sky,
yogurt drenched salad of cool cucumber
I make like an expert chef and eat with fish fry.
When the air cools I slip into summer slumber.
July 9, 2018
Two days ago I filled up my fridge ... now it is empty - I was expecting visit of my cousin, her husband and seven hungry children
From fairness, is food the only thing that makes life worth living?
No one has a genetic defect that causes the body to make fat out of the air ...
Refill my fridge :
One liter of milk
Two cartons of juice
(the one with apples, orange and carrots)
Butter for bread
and butter for baking
Strawberry jam (without sugar)
White cheese, low fat
Brown cheese ... I must have the mild variety
Six yogurt, with different flavors
Eggs
Vegetables: Broccoli - (rich in iron) - Carrots - (contains beta carotene)
Onions - (reduces cholesterol levels, in the blood)
Some paprika/ red, yellow, orange and green (lots of vitamin C)
... and potatoes
Pure ham, chicken or turkey slices
Lots of fruit
Sardines on box
Salmon
Tomatoes ... (antioxidants)
One cucumber ... smells so delicious
- - don't forget the bread ... hot and freshly baked ... jummy
(Sorry, there is no Coca-Cola or chocolate in my fridge)
04.08.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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* A fictional poem
Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
3rd place in the contest
FUNNY ALPHABETS FOR KIDS
A to Z, each is an alphabet
Twenty six letters in the set
Arits ate Apple, Almond, and Apricot
Brown Bread, Butter, Biscuit Bought.
Crate Contains Corn, Cucumber, Carrot, Coconut
Dates, Dumpling, Drumsticks, Doughnut
Elevator, Escalator Enabled Entry Exit Easy
Fine Fancy Frock Fits Fantastic Fairy.
Ground Growing Green Grass, Goat Grazing
Haunted House Horrible, Hound Howling.
Intelligent Investigator in Isolated Island
Jovial Jockey, Jubilant Joker Jocund
Kangaroo Knows Karate, Kite Kidnaps Kingfisher
Leopard Lifting Left Leg, Loud Laughter
Monkey Managed Molasses. Muffin, Melon
Nursemaid Needed Nice Nankeen not Nylon
Owl, Ostrich, Otter, Octopus, Oyster on Outing
Parrot, Parakeet Picking Pellets, Peacock Pecking
Quick, Quick ! Quiz Questionnaire query
Rushing Rhino, Running Rabbit, Rodent Rat Rivalry
Snake Scares Scorpion, Swan Sips Sour Soup
Turtle Tastes Tortilla, Tiger Trains Turkey – Troop
Unicorn Using Unusual Uniform, Urban Uncle Under Umbrella
Violet Vase, Velvet Veil, Vegetable Van, Vacant Villa
Wasp Waving Wings, While Wild Wolf Wanders
Xerox, Xenon, Xylophone, X-Ray, X’mas
Yellow Yolk, Yummy Yogurt, Yak Yawning
Zero-Zillion; Zoo: Zany Zebra Zinging
, 101 in A Row Contest - 7
by Poet Destroyer A
Khar!
or
An alkaline extract!
my mouth drools
o! momma
everytime I think of the dish
whether it is the beloved
amitar khar (i know as papaya khar),
tiyohor khar (i know as cucumber khar),
khar dal (i know as khar with lentils),
not to quit
sometimes with dry fishes or meats
dish itself is the contentment when served
i call it as 'quintessence of Assamese Cuisine'
elixir from the ashes of burnt dried banana peels
hey
when imbued
the khar dish with platter of steamed rice
whether i am glued in Assam or anywhere on this earth,
my heart's cravings...
portraits the way of a yarn-
'the viridescent melody muffled the white snow mountain dance in folk tales'
o! momma
khar with some rice