Long Currant Poems
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Bitter dregs of life's elixir
just enough sweet to bury the bitter
small tastes of what is fine
to keep us going within our time
Love is not a convenient thing
when it disappears the heart does sting
though full does it make everything
when gone sorrow and weeping
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
though bowed low in you I'll trust
you have torn away my shield
naked before you within your field
Oh cherished muse hear my cry
through falls of tears did loved one die
swayed and shaken by what I feel
hills and valleys and waves I reel
accursed is the lot of man
death destroys the golden strand
no resistance even strong here land
the mouth of grave does ever expand
Though I cherish knowledge of the future
currant cuts and pain beneath the suture
the loss and grief of present time
can make a woman lose her mind
All mankind of this chalice drink
It's liquid swallowed on the brink
ingested fluid in each man's hour
against it's draft has no man power
Imprisoned in death are family and friends
and some few have met kinder ends
into tombs and crypt and grave descends
and upon it's bed many confess their sins
Even those having been reborn
will face the coming of it's storm
our souls descended of this family tree
and you oh Jah will hold our memory
Into the dust our lives return
await the future for which we yearn
and sink we do into the maw of death
till times resurrection Son returns our breath
Every nation the memorial tombs do field
in it's demise our truths do yield
and to it's rest are all paths sealed
even those who to the truth have kneeled
Gen 3:19 Ecc. 9:4-6 Dan 12:2 Rev 20:12-13
Prov. 27:20 Is 28:15-18 Rev 1:18
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC
Emerging from the deep dark tunnel
arriving into the light of London’s St Pancras
on a wet wintery evening
I saw your text message.
How brilliantly clever of you
not your ordinary SMS
but glowing handwriting
in gigantic bright pink LED letters
lighting up the cold dark night
like a huge hug.
Such a warm greeting
as welcoming as a
tray of hot currant buns
straight from the oven
warming you up
on a cold winter day.
For so long the world at war
and since then
sometimes warm relations
sometimes indifference
sometimes cold war.
How wise you are
to welcome me so warmly
especially at a time like this.
Just as much as
you want your time with me
I want my time with you.
Let’s banish the cold
and share our warmth forever.
At EIGHT o'clock we ATE dinner
The soft BABEL heard once again
Then became a DIN when the babe
Awoke with BABBLE coming from the DEN
The CURRENT course was CURRANT cake
Which was the most luscious DESSERT
One DUDE DEWED upon Mountain DEW
Hard to DO in a dry DESERT
That DUDE was the DEVISOR of the plan
The DEVISER who set in motion
All who were PRESENT inheritance
A PRESENT from THEIR parent's notion
I could go on and on but I don't have TIME
Because I need to set out the THYME..
I do not have a match for THEIR but THERE
is one match for it..
Written: April 04, 2015
Your call resonates like a lost echo among the shadows of dusk,
Deep within me, like spring water flowing towards distant lands.
My heart, boundless and mysterious, responds silently, naive and gentle,
As the sleepless twilight creeps again through the misted windows.
The lilac and currant bow their heads gracefully in the evening wind,
And my silent homeland whispers the call for me to return home.
Your call, my bittersweet sorrow, resonates in the echo of distance,
And I, wandering among shadows, seek my way on unseen paths.
I know our meeting will be fulfilled under the blue sky of night,
Our prolonged separation will find solace in the light of the hidden moon.
Distant bells remind me of the road I have traveled,
Raising the dust of dreams, searching for you among eternal memories and longings.
Your call at sunset, my melancholy will find its way to you,
And the promise of reunion will be sealed by the quiet of the night that envelops us.
In the flow of time, under the starry sky, I will keep my promise,
For my heart, once called, cannot remain far from you.
It is beyond my apprehension when I think of you
I know you are illegitimate but I thought you could draw too
The bondage between mother and child will never ever be broken
Listen well my son to the few words I have just spoken
Illiteracy it’s not your fault, your mother ever married
There is no stigmata attached to that these days.
It’s a pity that there were so many with whom she tarried
And that resulted in the parting of the waves.
I am circumcised in my dealings with the courts
To apply for custardy of you my son
As my introspective knowledge of law is poor
And my currant situation for Alamo in not yet won
And as for housing there is only a floor
But you will come live in harmonica with me
And we can grow to love each other you will see
Notwithstanding all that has past us before
Enter my arms my son be fearless no more.
© GG 18/06/2013
Contest Entry.
I lie back in the weather-proofed green chair
To gaze up at the flowering maple tree.
Now, touched by sun,lungs full of scented air
I embrace with joy the beauty I now see.
Old celandine show brightly by my feet
Neglected currant bushes straggle round the path
There is no birdsong yet a silence sweet
Soothes my heart and quietens my wrath.
For my heart's sore and anguished is my mind
Yet in this little wood I feel deep calm.
My eyes are shadowed and my face is lined.
May this green spring bring me a gentle balm.
For even in depression and deep grief,
The mind makes healing medicine of a leaf.
Apple many varieties sweet and sour
Banana soft fruit many uses
Cherry's are sweet watch out for its stone
Damson like a juicy plum
Elderberry fragrant good in wine
Fig many seeded fruit
Grapefruit similar to oranges but tarter
Honeydew melon lovely juicy type of gourd
Indian gooseberry good in pies
Jostaberry a cross between gooseberry, black gooseberry and black currant
Kiwi a tasty green fruit
Lemon can be very tart
Mango juicy fruit with delicate flavour
Nectarine similar to a peach
Orange sweet and juicy usually full of pips
Papaya also known as pawpaw
Quince very sharp like a lime
Raspberry most useful at banquets
Strawberry and ice-cream a summer delight
Tomato both used as a fruit and vegetable
Ugli fruit a gourd like fruit thats tasty
Valancia orange small sweet fruit that packs a punch
Water melon another gourd like fruit
Ximenia Caffra is like a very sour plum
Yellow passion fruit is similar to passion fruit normally cooked as a curd
Zucchini flowers often cooked in batter
She who rest me
Might I labor
To understand
Her evilness
That she mocks
My beliefs
66 burgers grilled rare ( mixture of chuck and brisket)
66 fried fish fillets battered and fried
Onion and currant spread for burger
Cucumber and relish tater sauce for the fish
Cheese spread for burgers
2 cups of swiss
2 cups of pepper jack
1 teaspoon of mc cormicks
Season all
2/3 cream cheese
1/4 mayo
1/4 parmesan cheese
1 cup of butter
4 tablespoons of buttermilk cultures
2 tablespoons of crown royal
1/4 dehydrated onions
3 tablespoons of crushed garlic
Mix and spread on buns and toast brown
.....
The mixture is same for the
fish ( minus crown royal)
add 1/4 diced cucumber
1/4 of lime juice 2 tablespoons
Of gin and 1 tablespoon of
Lemon zest
Spread the bread and toast.....
Beef relish
2 1/2cups of caramelized onion
1/4 cup of carmilized garlic
1/4 cup of apricot jam
3 tablespoons bbq sauce
2 tablespoons of worishire sauce
3 tablespoons of diced candied ginger
1/4 cup of minced golden raissins
4 tablespoons of beer
Cerley salt to taste
Cook until beer taste mixes smooth with the onion
Fish tarters sauce
2 cups of mayo
1/4 cup of sour cream
4 tablespoons of lime juice
1/3 of cream cheese
3 tablespoons of gin
1/4 of diced cucumber
1/2 cup of sweet relish
Clean cut and fry 14 pounds of
Potatoes either
French fried or home fried
In an over warmover burgers until
Medium well
And
Well done
Bacon
Lettuce
Tomato
Breakfast done, lunch so far away.
It's never too early or late for Elevenses!
Perhaps a seed-cake, sweet fragrant and so very proper.
Or a steaming currant bun, warm, light and spicy.
Oh perhaps the splendor of a freshly baked scone with jam and cream.
Or delicate petite fours scattered with remnants of a dream perchance?
Who stole the plate the strawberry tarts, red, tangy and sweet?
Or the short-bread creams rich in flour and butter, filled with icing?
All swerved with steaming tea, brewed in a pot, warmed in a knitted cosy!
It's ten past ten, how can we wait any longer?
For the clock to strike - Elevenses!
It takes a while,
time gets trapped behind closed doors,
mice need to be nudged into awareness,
whiskers electrified.
A sleeper adjusts its mouth,
for often lips arrive
behind a scream.
The brain is now ready for its screenshot.
The body stretches to a window,
neuronal mice
pull upon somatic ligaments,
yank upon slabs of connective tissue,
slowly reshaping a new reality.
Unfortunately,
you are not exactly transferable,
you can’t get on the same hamster wheel.
A new you must be rehabilitated,
the world also must be trained
to accommodate this au currant -
this avant garde prototype
of an old guy.