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I have a friend who I visit regularly,
He calls me Smith the Grocer, STG for short,
And when I text him, I sign off with STG,
Sometimes I add other abbreviations for him to guess,
A bit of harmless fun between friends.
Little did I know that a mix up with a text accidentally sent to my daughter,
Would lead to STG being interpreted to mean Sausage Tasted Good.
It came about in this way,
My daughter and her partner brought us over some flavoursome sausages,
So, it was not surprising that the next day when my daughter,
Got a three-letter text STG,
It was not unreasonable for her to conclude STG to mean
Sausage Tasted Good ,
And for me to get a text back that she was glad I liked The Sausage.
Needless, to say I did not attempt to correct the impression,
As, if I had thought about it,
I might well have sent that or a similar text on purpose,
And the sausages did taste good.
A case I think for a white lie, not doing any harm.
Somebody said an odd thing today,
Something I think’s a bit strange,
About how blah and lame we seem around here,
How things have never seen change,
They said we’re vanilla, as though that is bad,
As though that is some kind of fault,
They implied that vanilla is a boring old flavour,
Not as good as chocolate or malt,
But I love vanilla on all that I drink,
I love vanilla, on a whim, anywhere,
I think vanilla is a most flavoursome drink,
Adding a fluff of flavour and flair,
As a matter of fact I think it rocks on,
I think it’s the flavour of choice,
So when people say we’re vanilla as hell,
I stand up and begin to rejoice.
It darts past then briefly hovers
picking up the scent of rotted fruit
following it to until it came to the source
where it feasts until bloated.
Back on the hunt it swoops
and dives like a bomb,
flashing its yellow and black body
a warning to all to keep away.
Uninvited it hones in
and joins the bar-be-que,
as people scatter from its path
some flapping their hands at it.
Buzzing angrily, it returns
sourcing out the sweetness
of ripened tomatoes and
flavoursome BBQ sauce.
It darts in and out
grabbing a bite or two
then to everyone's relief
it leaves for pastures greener.
Ohh dear Grandma!
I love your 'papadum'
I miss the time when you offered me to come
With you at the porch
When the sun had scorched
To help you to knead, roll and flip
The papadum which had a habit to slip
From those tiny little hands of mine
And so you told me to arrange them in a line
Ohh dear Grandma! I miss that time....
That time when..
When you sometimes got busy
I used to take a bite
Of that flavoursome dough in a way very quiet
Although it was not at all right
But I loved doing that when you were out of sight
Any other papadum couldn't compete the one which had ur hand's taste
Because on the theme of love and care it was based!
Maybe I'm missing getting admonished by you
Because I'm fed up being praised
Your words which were impeccably true
Are what always comes in my mind
when I miss the way how I was raised!
when I miss how I was always saved
from the rage of my Dad by you
your words which mentioned that "He loves me as if without me his sky isn't blue"
Yeah! Those words were impeccably true!
Ohh dear Grandma! Lot's of love to uhh!
First name
unique, generous, wondrous, enigmatic, hopeful
Sister of Madonna, Gail, Chris, Diane and Heather
Lover of life, puzzles, people's laughter and language
Who feels loves intensity with hope
Who fears the dark, enclosed spaces, yet feels fearless in the breeze
Who would like to see the masses succeed
Resident of home, a warm embrace, a tender touch
Surname
I found this structure boring and unimaginative and mundane in a world enriched with such flavoursome musings - I unapologetically ruined the form with pride and decided the words below were more entertaining for your reading pleasure... Enjoy me
An ounce of ratbag, a giggle, a bounce and slide,
she puts on her socks and polishes the floor with her moves,
the running dive onto the bed is never a question and she loves to sneak up and tickle.
Frosted grass, and a breaky sunrise eaten from the curb, delights her heart and inspires her mind.
Her one love - a child of impossibility - held on by hope; a chance to live, to laugh.
Intrigued by the landscape of colour, enlightened by touch, cleansed in a breeze.
A smile to light up the dark, delivers a truth profound, generous in love in all its forms.
A dancer in a world of statues, grounded and real, she will lift you up and hold you til your ready.
Musically, she paints the tragic world with grace, sensually depicting each space, raw and defined.
A family of separated ties has carved an independence so fierce she is rarely displaced.
Adopted by the masses, free in spirit she maintains faith, home is all she needs and finds that in many: a comfortable easy smile, a gift of coffee, an open door - embraced.
Loved.
A friendship gift, a unique beautiful ride, buckle up she's arrived...
17/10/2018
Have I ever told you that
… as you lie next to me
I know that you are cheating
…I have seen both you and she
I heard you talking on your phone
You’d no idea that I was home
darling this
and
darling that
Your soup my dear ~ in that I spat
It made me sick it made me sad
But watching as you sipped your soup
you smiled at me and said “Not bad”
you even asked if there was more
I smirked behind that kitchen door
I wished I’d put that cockroach in
to give your lunch that extra crunch
Together forever both you and me
Your cheating heart I could not foresee
I thought our love was strong and deep
Till death us do part our vows we would keep
Though you had other plans it seems
You called her name out in your dreams
Did you know I loved you so
and will not be the one to go
So as you eat up every morsel
so flavoursome and
so unique
A pinch of this ~ A pinch of that
Braised in wine ~ slow cooked with herbs
A Rat’tat’touile for a cheating rat
have I ever told you that…
This poem is totally fictional but my muse was certainly running naked through those bullrushes, haha…
Written 1st November 2020
Contest: Have I ever told you that
Sponsor: John Lawless
2nd PLACE
16th January 2021
Contest Name COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(41)
Sponsor Brian Strand
8th Place