Long Danish Poems
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i am honestly drawing a blank
i am struggling to underline the underlying reasons
my head is spinning and the rest of my body is stone still frozen
just yesterday, we were laughing it up and being big ole kids
interrogative sentences are dominating my thoughts
excruciating exclamatory expressions are slowly boiling my body
the bed that she sleeps in is warm and comfortable
the basement sofa that i am sleeping on is old, worn, careless, and cold
i stare at the pitch black darkness and do not notice daylight creeping in
the space has turned into an alternate reality with no close route to escape
i start my day with a liquefied case of babbling bubbleguts
as i head upstairs with an already raw backside, you smile and say good morning
your smile is the prettiest that it has ever been
your routine is as smooth as us getting along on a regular day
before your true inner emotions come out, i grab a cheese danish and an orange juice and head back downstairs
i don't know why i got this stuff for breakfast because i just cannot eat
my stomach is in too many frustration knots
my head is not throbbing from the multiple blanks that i drew throughout the night
i slowly and reluctantly head back upstairs with a prayer bag filled with peanuts
love is a zookeeper with a thick layered itinerary
if it all was so simple, i actually think that i would lose interest and remain ignorant
We have a new store.
Come in! Come in!
There are two eager sales ladies.
They pour me coffee and give me a Danish.
This is a clothes store?
Do they really want my sticky fingers on their merchandise?
How do you like this?
What do you think of that?
One of them is dragging me away from the things I wanted to see
to pretend I like things I do not like.
The other one comes into the dressing room with me.
We know you are not a thief, she tells me. But some are. Laugh.
I run from the store screaming, with their coffee cup in hand.
They will no doubt call the cops but I am not going back in there.
Scandinavia
Finland is the whitest country in the world
I read and according to the article in
the Sunday paper, happy in their whiteness
People in Scandinavia tend to be pale-faced
Sweden too, was white and still is, but lately
people from Muslim countries have muscled
in and disturbed the cohesion, which leaves
many a Swede worried about the future and
Greta Thunberg, will she convert and use
a face veil? I think not, she fills out her jeans
looks like a woman, although of small stature
Norway, another white country, is wealthy
selling oil and gas products to anyone who
needs to fill a tank, but since Elon Musk
visited, they were flattered as it is not often
anyone famous visits this ashen race
When he left, people bought electric cars
to save the ambient and sled dogs
The chalky people of Norway are not alone
there are the Sami people up north not far
from the Border of Russia, they also want
a share the riches
One would think. when people go electric
but keep selling pollution should bother them
not at all hypocrisy is alive and well
Whatever happens, self-interest rules ok.
At last, we have the Danish, who have a sweet national song, big container ships and a king
that rides in the park
But I think what makes the Dane happy is
the knowledge they are not Germans
In Denmark and Greenland,
Red baseball caps say,
“Nu det Nuuk!” which is roughly
“Make America Go ‘Way!”
They’re sported at protests
And modeled on those
Worn by MAGA supporters,
Most normal folks’ foes.
The Danish translation,
“Enough is enough”
Is intended to be
A gigantic rebuff.
For America’s “leader”
Has crassly announced
That Greenland should be his
‘Cause his Nobel was trounced.
Since this overwrought bully,
Who violates rules,
Has his tantrums in public,
We all look like fools.
But in Greenland and Denmark,
The message is clear:
“Take your bluster and swagger
And get out of here!”
Bleak winter Melbourne morning,
a cold wind coming in
from across the Bay
and blowing down the street,
past the Esplanade Cafe
with the smell of coffee
and warm air spilling out
from an open door.
I stop, look at the cake
and pastry display through
the window, the basket
of freshly baked croissants,
Danish pastries topped with
strawberries and apricots
and glazed with syrup.
A cloud of steam
from the espresso machine
adds a touch of the surreal.
Anticipation moistens my mouth
on the sight of French vanilla
slices plump with custard
and cream, muffins erupting
from their papery patties,
Portuguese tarts, thick slices
of carrot cake topped
with icing. I savor each
with an imaginative bite
and decide my treat…
then groan. I've left my wallet
at home.
( for Deb M )
though i have not seen her since, i hope that she only flourishes in adulthood for she would be 26 now
it was immediately as i was thinking of her that a younger coworker put a card in my hand as i was taking my first break
it was from (not so little) julie steinbach for she grew to be 6'2
she is now a successful professional basketball player in some league in france
she is hoping to make it to the wnba someday
it is then that i pray that dream and goal of her into existence
she also included that she has been cancer free since she left all those may Christmases ago
the tears immediately started to fall from the oh so wonderful feeling of being remembered
God taught me a valuable lesson that particular day
i will now pay that lesson forward to others
oh, by the way, included in the card from (now too tall) julie stainbach was a gift card
the message in the little box that the gift card was in read simply, 'they make the best cheese danishes'
i laughed heartily, finished my cheese danish and french vanillia latte, and got back to it
A graveyard in Autumn is good with coffee and cream,
black coffee is for sunny mornings and hangovers,
but autumnal graveyards need the richness
of a female ungulate caregiver.
A coffin viewing
with a Danish can also be recommended
for late responders.
Every sweet poem needs a slice of lemon in it.
Sorrow needs strawberries, let that fruity blood
fill the back of your mouth, then wipe your tongue clean
with a cup of Oolong tea or orange pecan.
Autumn is the bluest month
for blue is scarce, winter white is coming
and it’s going to taste of grief for someone.
Use plenty of duck fat and bake your own pies,
anything that will slide off your plate
will get you through to a better place.
Be sure to keep a store of nuts and berries.
Compose bright poems laced with arsenic.
Hold on tight,
until the daylight wins some space
for a dreaming head to see through.
Chocolates and red wine restore and heal
eyes that are sick of looking.
Keep writing.
Man and his dog
He awoke under the bed it had been his birthday
drinking champagne, eating Danish pastry, and smoking Havana cigars
He walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge took out
a beer, which he thirstily drank while wondering why
everything was so quiet
The maid had been in when he slept and everything was in order; when did the guests leave, or had he partied with his teddy bear, being lonely since his dog died
Looking out of the window he saw many cars, they had
no drivers and some had open doors as abandoned in haste, but what had happened?
In a bakery/cafe he had a sandwich of cheese and tomatoes, he made it himself since the lady who owned
the cafe was not there.
It dawned on him he was alone in the world, everything
was his he didn't need to share his good fortune with anyone, except for the cur outside who ran away and barked when seeing him
He tried the Rolls Royce that belonged to the mayor, yes
the ride was smooth, distracted by thoughts, he hit a lamp-post, but never mind there were other cars around
At an expensive restaurant where he once had dined, he made and made himself a hamburger with hot fries
drunk with the most expensive red wine possible.
The dog that had growled at him looked at him through the window, wagging tail, it knew he was the only one left to feed it
Months went by, life was getting a bit onerous, just him
and the dog following him around, getting fat from his overfeeding.
He stopped shaving and shower and wore the same pants
since the day was endless anyway why bother with personal hygiene when there was no pressure to conform
Deeply depressed, he jumped from the top floor flat of
a tall building to end it all.
No such luck! He descended, slowly broke down, and cried freely as the dog was the only witness to his sadness
Doomed to live forever, he laid down under the bed
but before falling into Nirvana's arms, he got up again someone had to feed the dog.
It was the Eve before Christmas, every tree covered in snow,
Bonnie was walking Plato her poodle, conscious to keep to the road,
As she nonchalantly walked, she thought of Derrick her Danish beau,
He was the one that she wished to be by her side as they grew old.
.
Imagine if he proposed tonight, she thought as she strolled,
He is the moon and the stars if she should become
Lost in the dark, and her warmth if she shivered when she was cold,
Her compass in life. Although she wore gloves her hands felt numb.
Bonnie quickened her pace back, her dad said in a low tone, a guest has arrived,
Her adrenaline pumped and her palpitations went into over-drive.
She rushed upstairs, straight into the arms of her love, Derrick she cried,
He sat her down on the bed, suddenly she was full of life.
Derrick presented Bonnie with an open box, her adrenaline went crazy again,
Will you marry me he asked, yes yes, you are the love of my life Derrick,
Bonnie rushed downstairs to tell her parents, and tried to somehow regain
Her composure. Congratulations were said and accepted; Bonnie’s joy was magnetic.
They went to a popular pub in the village, Bonnie flashing her ring,
She walked over to the juke box sensually, with poise, which accentuated
Her sensuous figure, and a tantalizing cleavage, her raven black shimmering
Hair, she swept off her face and seductively Derrick she beckoned.
The engaged to be married couple swayed to the music as if they were one,
Derrick looked at his watch. It’s late , so they left the pub somewhat tipsy,
Feather like snow fell on their faces sobering them up, tonight was fun,
They agreed and exhausted, fell into each other’s arms so delightfully.
Their heightened passionate and undulating love continued till dawn arrived
And so they awoke to a fairy-tale Christmas Morn, within soaked satin sheets,
Breakfasts aromas wafted upstairs, bacon, coffee, freshly baked bread, they grabbed
Their carefully selected gifts, and donned their gowns, there were even chocolate treats.
Wow exclaimed Derrick, Happy Christmas everyone
The Danish Mermaid
The famous mermaid of Denmark we know well
a grey figure, the color of seals with breasts
That was not seen as a threat to anyone's sensibility
I have described the old mermaid, I didn't know
There was a new one, whose large, sexy **** had
caused uproar among the female population in
the democratic kingdom of Denmark
The spokesperson for women claims that women
do not look that voluptuous and want the statue
removed from public display, shielded from eyes
of lust of men who know what, 22 years old
looks like in hushed evening light
The women of power who run the charming land
have prudish tendencies and will not upset their
sisters showing what a young woman looks like
sexy and full of life