Long Cutlery Poems
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On the eve of that somber, stormy night,
I began to see strings of spring swirling soundlessly
along the thread-thin blade of this culinary cutlery.
Why does gravity lay on thick in this silver steel accessory?
If only you knew, where there is a subtle screech of harmony,
there is a violent war viciously humming melancholy.
As the dust of what was once obscure drops from the passing clouds,
it sets in an assembly of soft, dull vowels,
waiting for the rug of grass to spread a path to the furthest mountain.
Why do I feel no raging colors from the twilight
yet see them so vibrantly?
How do I know nothing of summoning my movements,
when this adrenaline speaks distantly?
Alone, a rush of flame once formed, now shows the demons in the storm.
When this flesh and bones become one with the unpredictable elements,
I hope what prevails is the lore of my regiments,
where I bled into the disasters of my own shortcomings,
learning to rest without a bruise as I drown.
Casarah Nance has been posting some poems with wonderful double entendres in the titles - here is mine for her
Where would I be without my cup of tea
The humble tiny teaspoon is the one for me
When I want some soup I head for the cutlery draw
The soup spoon is nestled there – who could ask for more
If I am after a pudding I use a dessertspoon
Use it for my ice cream on a sunny afternoon
The tablespoon I use with my Sunday dinner
To serve up my vegetables it really is a winner
Spooning in bed – I do that every night
Arms wrapped around my body - it a sheer delight
Jan Allison
10th July 2014
When I grow up
I will love to know why
People call a Snake specie Rattlesnake,
When all snake actually Rattle
When I grow up
I will love to know why
People call death A Bitter Experience,
When they have not Tasted death
When I grow up
I will love to know why people say
He had a close shave with death,
But death is incapable of shaving anybody
When I grow up
I will love to know
Why people say they escaped by the skin of their teeth,
When their teeth actually has no skin
When I grow up
I will like to know
Why people use the expression thin god,
When God is actually omnipresent
When I grow up
I will like to know
Why people say watch your back,
But you have no eyes behind your back
When I grow up
I will love to know
Why people say something is larger than life,
But life is actually unquantifiable
When I grow up
I will love to know why people say
Do not count your chicken before they are hatched
When people do not rear chicken
When I grow up
I will like to know why people say
Do not bite the finger that fed you
When people eat with cutlery
When I grow up
I will like to know why
People want you to make hay while the sun shines,
When we are neck deep in winter
When I grow up
I will like to know why
People equate the devil with the deep blue sea,
When the devil is supposed to be dark and repulsive,
And the blue sea is bright and inviting
When I grow up
I will love to know why
People say don't leave your head hanging,
But your head is sitting squarely on your neck
When I grow up
I will love to know why
People say a baker's dozen,
When the baker obviously has more than a dozen baked bread
When I grow up
I will like to know why
People say let's call it a day
When it's daylight and the sun is Blazing
When I grow up.......
Dinner by candlelight
Expect dinner by candlelight
The table is set in the garden
The flowers 'red passion of' exhale
a sweet smell in the air ...
Yes it is a little cold.
But I lit a fireplace just for us.
The flames contrast with the dark,
Magic seems to do to please us.
The musicians are the first chords,
Gay rehearse the songs that will touch
Today will be a lovely dinner, showered with kisses.
And embraced'll dance to the sound of
violins ...
Prepared for that special night
A good wine cooled there on the table
Along with cutlery willing to label
In the center two rosebuds highlighted
Another yellow red side by side.
Insinuating my desire and my passion
Already purposely scented flower essences
Then you get even more cute than ever
We talk about vague words unimportant
But our hands and our eyes banded
Could declare a thousand words
Gently yet ventured a dance
I now feel even more its fragrance and its heat
At this moment the taste of wine from my mouth
Mingled with the taste of my lipstick from her soft lips
Gradually refined our clothes before
They were left one by one there on the floor
Our hands were filled with affection and tenderness
Then our love was magically declared
Among the cushions of my couch in my room
At our first dinner by candlelight
OF CEIZAR FOR MY DEAR DUNCAN TE AMO
I entered the hotel dining room and sat at my table for an early breakfast, watching the rain pelting against the windows, overlooking the River Clyde. Conversation was limited; more audible the clinking of crockery and cutlery. The tour leader walked in and his booming voice cut through the gloomy atmosphere as he assured us that the trip was still on; the weather forecast was encouraging.
a senior lady
takes second helpings...
her bag bulges
When some time later we went out to board the coach, the rain had just about stopped. Outside the air was cold. Being people of little faith, we had donned jumpers or cardigans over our light clothes and carried raincoats over our arms. It was unwise to be caught unprepared. The tour leader was no exception!
crossing a bridge...
two honeymooners
sit on separate seats
The trip from Glasgow to Oban was calculated to take about two and a half hours, but with planned stops along the way it was going to take longer. We took our first break at Loch Lomond. The rain had stopped completely, but the clouds still hovered ominously overhead. More stops at Crianlarich and Kilchurn Castle followed. In the meantime the sun was making feeble attempts at making its presence felt, and sure enough the cold air became warmer.
the sky, reflected
in large puddles...
harebells and toadflax
When we finally arrived in Oban the clouds had dispersed, the heat increased, and thick clothing was discarded completely. A meal and a boat trip to Seal Island saw us all in high spirits.
On the return journey our luck ran out again. Clouds and rain accompanied us to the hotel, but it did not really matter. A nice warm shower and a decent meal was something to look forward to.
unpredictable
four seasons in one day
I juggle saijiki
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A Haibun Contest sponsored
by Debbie Guzzi
Placed 4th
© 17th August 2017
Behind barbed wires,
High fences, guard dogs and heavy gates,
Lies my mansion.
A castle and a fortress
To keep out unwanted guests
And prying eyes.
I have the best of everything:
Cars, clothes, cash and cutlery;
Hand woven carpets and all the
Luxury money can buy.
My wardrobe is flown in from
Italy, France and Dubai;
My private jets laze in the hangar
Awaiting my desire to compete with
Birds in the air.
I travel all over the world
And sometimes bid the world
Come home to me.
My life is to die for
But...
When the day is over,
I am compelled by instinct
To run inside my fortress,
Hide under the sheets
And pray... Yes..pray
For dawn!
From a favourite spoon or pet,
AI’s turned to cutlery set.
From wholesale flattery,
To flat sycophancy,
To queries, easy balls to bat.
From a fish-catching stork,
From plain spoon to warped fork,
True pet nor yet vigilant cat.
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Happenings | 06.12. 2025 | cat, fish, flattery, humour, truth, limerick
Note: A study reveals that AI, ‘agreeing much more than not, sucks up to people’. Even more than people sucks up to each other in face of vested interest. Their answers often border on sheer flattery. Its performance much below the expectations. It seems to have promised much more than can deliver.
Wooden Box
In my deep deep wooden box I keep: in
triumphant completion of
something’s; depending on
whethers; keyboards with
buttons who don’t make notes audible to
the human ear; descriptions and reports on
equipment and clothing for
a specific activity; a
few arrogant diplomats; cutlery who aren’t
consistent with or
aren’t in harmony or
aren’t unanimous with
cutlery sets; pompous ducks who
scribble notes concerning the annoying to
them smell of
chimney smoke not in an
unobtrusive manner; and finally
people who use the word
“consequently” ad nauseam. However the box isn’t
locked. They can come and
go as they wish.
The hophead at the
Music festival next to me
Yells out the instruction
"Everybody shrink!"
The lead singer holds parallel
To the audience an elongated
Truncheon with a dishwashing
Glove on the end of it
A manakin dummy is tossed
Into the congregation and
It crowdsurfs it's way back
Tossed out the exit
'Insistent savagery'
The 1956 edition
Of Encyclopaedia Britannica
Describes rock 'n' roll
Seagull Screaming Kiss Her Kiss Her
Mass of the Fermenting Dregs
Abingdon Boys School
North Korea Loves John Kerry
Cutlery
The Bad Swedes
Deathwasps Stinging My Brain
I Am the Hottest Part of Hell
It's exhausting picking
A band name
It's a place of much activity
where so much is done to cook
everything is all handy nearby
every menu is found in your book
Nowadays there are many health rules
so strict that all must be spot on
a real change to the days of yesteryear
having a character that's never gone
There's a guy who loves the kitchen
especially washing the dishes he loves
full of soapy water in the basin
keeping his hands soft not even rough
So many utensils are kept there
the cutlery, plates, and all the rest
everything to make really good food
high expectations from every guest
Keep the windows open for sure
let the fresh air come right in
take away all the steam out
never forget to empty the garbage bin
(Just some thoughts on the kitchen's activity in many a home, the guy in verse 3 are me as have to own up to love doing the dishes. )