Long Danish Poems
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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.
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.
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
Toasty mornings with teakettles whistling bring to mind Danish days on Marata’s
horse farm, ponies prancing in the unusually warm sunlight, and new fangled
sparkling silver water fountains. Mirada, Karen and Laura’s Mom hosted Bob, Jamie
and I for a summer vacation. We had just settled into the whitewashed kitchen
when the problem was presented to us. For years the housed herd of guest horses
had been watered by filling lovely old white porcelain cast iron tubs which had been
scattered all over the rolling green fields of the farm in Faum.
Mirada had the forward thinking idea of saving farm hand time [and her the hourly
wage] of piping water to these beautiful horses with new fountains! Yes, my
lovelies, all you have to do is push your nose right here. Out bubbles crisp cool clean
water, minus the dead flies, which often drowned in the old tub! Seems horses are
very suspicious. Nope the herd was having none of it. Soon, if not cajoled, they
would be passing out from lack of water in the Danish summer’s heat. What foreign
creature had replaced their friendly old white tub of water? Where was their water?
They saw no water. Sure there was a scent of it from that pole but “What the
heck?” snorted the black stallion shaking his head at the girls.
We were told there would be no breakfast, lunch or dinner for us until we helped
get those horses watered. So off we went, shuffling our feet to a meet and greet
with the herd. Marata and the girls knew the horses. We almost knew a horse from
a cow. I went right up to this large black beauty, pet his nose and rubbed my cheek
on his face, love at first sight! Blackie started following me and we walked toward
the fountain. Then the sun glanced off the dreaded thing and he shied. I pushed the
control, filled my hands with water and brought him some. Lordy, lordy he drank
from my hands! The herd behind him whinnied. I tried to get him nearer the fountain
but it was a no, go. He’d drink from my hands but not the fountain. It just goes to
show you, you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink, is really
TRUE!
*The next morning Laura begged her own pony AGAIN to drink. He finally did the rest did too then ;)
This that and the other
Essential to ones success
the delivery of performance
the means to an end
the beginning of the process
Prompting an applied behavior
to encourage the desired success
In a professional relationship
No professional stumbling
No conflicting interest
Practical evaluation
Let our collaborations begin
In decisive measurements
the sound moves to inspire
It's from desire
the desire to be best
Your way is my way
We collaborate to produce
We produce in inspiration
Ode to it's success
Ode to us together
Ode to our endeavors
It's all about us
Can't are you and me
Ode to great musicians
Who get the groove
and grind
Harmony and calculations
Styles of every kind
We get it together
When it comes together
and the song impresses
We can do this one
We got our thing together
I went to a cheese and wine party on Saturday,
where huge platters of cheese were on display.
There was Gorgonzola and creamy white Brie,
I devoured huge chunks with a glass of Chablis.
Danish Blue, Mozzarella and Swiss Emmental,
of course I had to try a sample of them all!
I declined Edam and Gouda, I find them too waxy -
and the last time I ate them I was sick in the taxi!
Soft creamy Camembert and blue Roquefort,
went down a treat with a glass of vintage port.
Crumbly Cheshire and Cheddar were so divine,
and tasted heavenly with red Beaujolais wine.
I’d chomped through all of the Stinking Bishop,
our hostess had to restock the whole dish up!
Then I munched little cubes of Monterey Jack -
if my doctor saw me he’d have a heart attack!
When our host carried in a blue Stilton in a truckle,
I loosened a notch on my now straining belt buckle!
I admit blue cheese can smell like men's sweaty socks
but ripe Stilton and crackers, this cheese simply rocks!
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11/12/18
Had my fill of Finnish fish pie food
it only put me in the mood
for a Swedish meatball
which really and truly
duly answered the call
followed by a Danish bacon pastry
all in all it was quite tasty
hoping I won't glow in the dark
in Iceland I had fermented shark
and creamy tangy skyr à la mode
it's yoghurt with ice cream in Norse code
but of Greenland's daily delicacy
homemade soup I must reveal
a staple of Inuit cuisine
the main ingredient is seal
and for a Norway repast
(as that bird has flown)
I'll leave it 'til the very last
but for cellulose as grub goes
what good
is Norwegian wood?
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home where my thought's escapin'
Home where my music's playin'
Home where my love lies waitin'
Silently for me
Homeward Bound by Simon and Garfunkel
Return
I feel you in my dreams,
your soft blonde hair
against my cheek.
I smell the aroma of
fresh lilac from the
hint of your perfume.
I hear your gentle voice
as you whisper your
love song to me.
I see you on our bed,
a blood red rose clutched
in your soft hands.
I awake to the sound
of coupling cars
in the train yard.
I feel the hard wooden bench,
cold comfort to my weary
aching body.
I taste the remains of
watered down vending machine
coffee and stale Danish.
I know my journey must
continue as I pick up
my battered old mandolin case.
I hope that some day
my journey will lead me
to home and you again.
...Hoender - Afrikaans, Pulë - Albanian, ???? - Arabic, ?????? - Belarusian, ???? - Bulgarian,
Pollastre - Catalan, ? - Chinese (Simplified), ? - Chinese (Traditional), Piletina - Croatian,
Kurecí - Czech, Kylling - Danish, Kip - Dutch, Kanaliha - Estonian, Manok - Filipino,
Kana - Finnish, Galiña - Galician, ??t?p???? - Greek, ??? - Hebrew, ???? - Hindi, Csirke -
Hungarian, Kjúklingur - Icelandic, Ayam - Indonesian, Sicín - Irish, ?? - Japanese,
??? - Korean, Calis - Latvian, Vištiena - Lithuanian, ??????? - Macedonian,
Ayam - Malay, Kylling - Norwegian, ???? - Persian, Kurczak - Polish, Pui - Romanian,
?????? - Russian, ???????? - Serbian, Kuracie - Slovak, Kuku - Swahili, Kyckling - Swedish,
??? - Thai, Tavuk - Turkish, ????? - Ukrainian, Gà - Vietnamese, Cyw Iâr - Welsh,
????? - Yiddish, Huhn - German, Frango - Portuguese, Poulet - French, Pollo - Italian,
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