Long Flan Poems
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I treated this strange creature with great care
I knew she was not human, so unfair
She looked like my old cat before it died
Someone give her food, make sure it’s fried
She could not mew nor bark nor did she speak
I did not tell her that she was a freak
She liked to use her hair as a defence
Peering out as if in recompense
But if I’d cut it off, she would have screamed
As she watched the music fly in streams
She saw her visions and she talked to Lights
Noone human is vouchsafed such sights
But still I liked to gorge on her cheese flan
She might not act quite human but who can?
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John had a motorcycle crash four years back,
And lost partial use of his legs and right arm,
But found inspiration in Stutzman, not an arm,
At the London Paralympics, to top the rack.
“I watched the…Paralympics and saw Matt,
…so I thought if he can shoot with no arms,
I must be able to shoot [fine] with my arms,
And that’s where it started, [where I’m at].”
He shoots a compound and is righthanded,
He loves heavy rock and The Last Samurai,
He revels in the challenge of the ground, lie,
And he’s competitive and diligent minded.
He broke four world records, two European,
Gained a mixed team gold at the Worlds 2015,
And in the individual the silver he did glean,
Then at the Euros in 2016 he baked a gold flan.
A Christmas Table Spread
The table spread appears Christmassy
I’ve been working tirelessly, busy as a bee
My market list consists of garlic garlands and saffron
Other wild spices and cream for flan
Alaskan salmon, cranberry for ruby glaze
Fried zucchini and tangerine yams ablaze.
We start with specialty coffee and warm pineapple tamale’s
Displayed are red berries and shiny evergreen-leaf holly’s
Silver bells, gifts and holiday cards,
lit candles and gold ribbon by the yards.
Soon we’ll gather with our family and friends
And if necessary, we’ll make amends
Although it’s not a white Christmas
I know it’s genuinely spirited alas—
when the children laugh and run
I did the math, we’re all just having fun.
Wishing all…
Christmas Cheers and Happy New Year!
I Am Anaya
Christmas
12/25/2025
You need a leader
One as a sustainable ladder
You need to be a friend
Cum an enemy to blend
You need a quite quiet spirit
To cool the heat of life's red beret
Yet...
You need a preacher
The just, not just as a teacher
You need to rest for once
Surely to have a hint into bunce
You need an offer
Either reject or accept to go far
Then...
You need a crazy stuff
Feed your focus with less puff puff
You need to withdraw the sword
Lay all on the shoulder of thy lord
You need the great tool
Be too much of no school
Though...
You need a slim man
As a burden carrier of your clan
You need a chubby woman
That waters tirelessly your flan
You need each other
Day-in-day-out to clear running smother
Hmn...
You need may be a smart boy
Visit your abandoned abode of joy
You need may be a blunt girl
Be there should thy world whirl
You need surely less maturity
When it comes to family impurity
So...
You need not only just a plan
For thou to escape violence in iran
You need to be somewhere
Feel others touch and care
You need a reliable machine
Let not worries turn you green
Valentine's Day is more special when you
Take your sweet out to eat at a romantic venue.
Add appeal to the meal,
And show him/her how you feel,
With a side dish not found on the menu:
With fajitas and flan
Say "te amo" to Juan;
Serve some "ich liebe dich"
With a schnitzel or fish;
"Aloha wau ia'oe"
Goes with roast pig and poi;
Sigh "je t'aime" if your man
Offers you coq au vin;
If lo mein's what she wishes,
Say "wo ai ni" to your missus;
"Naku penda" suffices
For most okras and rices;
"Aie imasu" to Lucy
As you're sharing some sushi;
Put "ikh hob dikh lib" in a box
With some bagels and lox;
"Ayor anosh' ni" won't sound quirky
With hoecakes and jerky;
Shout "ti amo" with gusto
As you serve antipasto;
"Mi amas vin" you'll emote
Over barbequed goat;
With a nice spicy curry
Try "mea tum se pyaar karta hu" in a hurry,
Though there's no guarantee it will work.
No, it's not a sure bet,
So don't get upset,
And don't fret if you start to feel tinglish.
If everything fails,
Don't start chewing your nails,
Just say, "Darling, I love you,"
In English.
Author's note: The "cuisines d'amour" mentioned in this piece are as follows: 1. Spanish 2. German 3. Hawaiian 4. French 5. Mandarin 6. Swahili 7. Japanese 8. Yiddish 9. Navajo 10. Italian 11. Esperanto 12. Urdu.
Pronunciation is at the reader's own peril…
The duck, the dog, the chicken and I,
loved long walks along the beach.
Me with spade firm in hand,
Lick played ball in the sand.
Dip had her scarf wrapped round her head,
And Chick wore a green bainette.
Lamenting of sweet times gone by,
when Chick, Dip, Lick and I,
Would splish, splash, splosh in puddles deep,
Or fee fi fo on mountain steep.
Where Billy goats would cautiously wonder,
and trolls leap out from deep, down under.
Oh the fun times we had,
playing dress up, fighting bad.
The superheroes of the town,
me, in my bright red dressing gown.
Lick in his unique mask disguise,
Dip wearing her brand new xray eyes.
Chick flaunting a full licra suit,
as the latest MI5 recruit.
We'd scurry high, low, far and near,
from mountain top to sunny pier.
We'd often see my lonesome nan,
who'd bake the best, homemade flan.
I'd guzzle the berries placed on top,
Lick would chomp on fresh cream clot.
Dip feasted on the almond base,
And Chick enjoyed the pastry case.
Then on we'd hed to Nancy's green,
for a kick about beside the Dean.
We'd paddle round the great big lake,
in a dinghy boat, eight by eight.
Until it was then time for tea,
when all the young children flee
Back home to mama's warm, fresh bread,
mutton soup and cabbage head.
To help me grow up good and strong,
and bulk me up for summers long.
Then I'd lie all sleepy by my friends,
and tell stories till the daylight ends.
Tales of dragons, beasts and vast adventure,
of the duck, the dog, the chicken and I.
08.19.2020
Aloo pie Apple crisp pie gives me gimmie pie
Apple crumble Australian meat pie
Banana cream pie,
Bacon and egg pie
Caramel tart Canelé pie
Derby pie
Empanada, Egg tart pie
Flan pie
Gibanica pie
Homity pie
I juz lov me sum all kinds of pies
Jamaican patty pie
Key lime pie
Lemon ice box pie , Lemon meringue pie
Mince pie , Mississippi mud pie
Neenish Tart pie
Öçpoçmaq-Echpochmak pie
Peach pie , Pumpkin pie
Quiche pie
Raisin pie
Shaker lemon pie, Southern tomato pie shortcrust pastry
Tiropita pie
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Vlaai pie
Walnut pie
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Zelnik pies juz B 4 my eyes down my throat to my stomach, Yum!
7/31/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020
What is that thing? My husband asked in a persnickety way and not with glee.
I pretended I had no idea he was pointing to my new pal, Poindexter Cat.
Is it a dog? He queried. “It looks like a weird Chihuahua if you ask me.
The best idea I ever had came to me instantly, as cat curled up on the mat.
Yes! I readily agreed, that is a new kind of Chihuahua a magnificent dog!
For my husband is allergic to cats, and would never have agreed to one.
It sure is skinny, he said. Have you fed it? Please note our other pet is a hog.
I gave him some dog biscuits and dog food, I lied. I am dishonest you see.
Its head is so weird, my husband continued. Make it stop looking at me.
Poindexter was glaring at him as if he was the Devil’s right hand man.
He is a curious animal, I told him. Let him be. He wants to see all he can see.
My husband and “Poin” became the best of friends and shared some flan.
They went to the circus, and watched the acrobats and the lion.
Luckily, they were both wearing mask and they were hard of hearing.
I do not need him to know that Poindexter is a cat and I am ly’n.
If he finds out, I will be the one booted out, I am now fearing.
*Image of Paul Simon SNL by Giphy.
Simple Simon
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Woke up fresh as the day began,
Busy cooking, his wife named Anne,
Made his breakfast in a saucepan,
Enjoyed eating his plate of flan,
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Filled with it and a bit more than,
Kissed his wife as the best he can,
Came a knock was cousin Tristan,
Kissed her again before he ran,
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Walking with his fellow kinsman,
Who was a bit like a Tarzan,
He says, "We'll do as we did plan",
Simon says, "Yes, buy us a van",
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
His cousin be an anchorman,
Does things like some sort of game plan,
Says he will talk to the salesman,
Interviews him like a newsman,
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Let him run the show as one-man,
Naught be a common businessman,
Just glad to be a middleman,
As Tristan drew the masterplan
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Waiting ate a bowl of pecan,
Tossed all the shells in a trash can,
Tristan smiled, "Got the minivan",
"And at a price that cost less than",
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Twas showroom new, in black and tan,
Best terms on the installment plan,
Signed, gift his full attention span,
While at the station, thanked Tristan,
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Drove on home to show his wife Anne,
Who had a guest her friend, Roxanne,
Amused they were with the new van,
The cost, the look, in black and tan,
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Took wife Anne and her friend Roxanne,
Proud just been a little more than,
Wide-eyed no call by the sandman,
Off from work with Anne and their van,
Simple Simon the blessed pieman.
2020 March 03
*HM*
STRAND CHOICE C,any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2020 March 11
I saw it there and stopped for a while,
perched dainty at the top of the pile
of crockery, grubby, crazed and old
at the yard sale, waiting to be sold.
A teacup; white dots on baby blue;
the same my mother would sip her brew
of pale Earl Grey, in her Sunday best,
though only on days we had a guest;
usually her mother, my gran.
On matching plate, a strawberry flan
they ate, poured more tea, smoked cigarettes
talked about their woes and rising debts.
Other times, the cups were put away
in a glass cabinet, on display.
My sister and I would take them out
pour pretend tea from the teapot’s spout.
We always thought our mother didn’t know
she did; we found out a while ago.
“How much for the old blue cup,” I say
“ten cents,” he said, took it right away.”