Long Gateau Poems

Regretting Cake Takes Two

Rachael looked sheepishly like a hawk in disguise claws clenched meticulous sharpened
yet hidden her sullen face pressing wrinkled no motion frosted lips the icing on the cake
It had meant to be such...

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a jolly darling right angle went straight out of the lateral box

fed up with grinding a living on the periphery of pure reason

he thought back to his square roots and longed for a change


his strict...

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In the middle of the night,
When the moon shines bright, 
A creature stirs with a terrible bite, 
And his name is Spoonfang.

This vampire with a spoony face,
Has developed quite the taste,
For creatures of the pudding...

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It's the 3rd of the month
An excellently important day
5 decades or so ago,
My parents made a little 'roll in the hay'

Tonight, I'm spoiling myself
Going out for dinner el solo
Down to my favourite local Bistro
For Salmon...

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Awaiting bristled whisper of ghost jounced leaves
Lain gazing galaxies far from terra's tarpaulin roof 
Exciting diamonds claw for cosy navy ink reprieve 
Hark my insignificance in succinct majesty's truth


Hushed by muchness, my warmth absorbs His...

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Paris by night is gay,
I prefer Paris by day
I love the ambience and style,
French fashion stands out a mile,
From all the others in that trade,
The best designs are Parisienne made.
The French have flair beyond compare,
I...

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A Mixed Memory 

When mother made gateau for someone’s birthdays
I beat the cream using a steel whisker. Boring work 
before the cream thickened and could be spread on
the cake, but it was worth it, as...

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BAKED ALASKA GRINNED THROUGH THE SNOWY WINDOW,     
CREPE-SUZETTE NICELY SAT ITSELF ON A FANCY PLATE BELOW,
NEW YORK CHEESECAKE WAS FIT AND STRAIGHT FROM QUEENS,
STICKY TOFFEE PUDDING CLUNG ITSELF WHATEVER THAT MEANS.
...

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Cakes & Ale 

I woke up in a bakery they do start early, the aroma of bread 
is wonderful, they were also making cakes, whipping creams.
Napoleon cakes and Danish pastry, black forest gateau and other...

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A place of goodbyes is the earth
Each generation we let go
Heaven_ place of hellos and mirth

Whitey went_ will there be rebirth
Or with animals only end though
A place of goodbyes is the earth

Sadness overwhelmed_she had worth
Was...

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Rhythmic creaks and gentle squeaks

from the withered old wooden rocking chair

fill the sweltering late summer afternoon air

a peaceful breeze blows across his tepid brow

the old man begins to weep

as he thinks of his wife inside

Drips...

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A Date of Misfortune 

The bus was late it was raining when she alighted… 
my temper was moody, since it was late the kitchen 
at the café was closed, but they still had slices of...

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The work I did was playing with the angels
We read and painted, dressed up for Halloween as rangers
The Universe so close from dry, paper mache
With older kids we even wrote an Etheree 

The work I...

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the date

it was late when my date entered
the kitchen closed, but the waiter served
We had gateau with white wine, but he refused
to give me red wine as it doesn't go
well with cakes

she drank a whole...

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 A palette of the mind,
Crayola colors now entwine
and symmetry thus unwinds
life is never color-blind.

Dreaming seas of abstract bliss,
waves of chromatic kinesis;
I would be, oh so remiss,
if inspiration, I dismissed.

As I awaken and grab a...

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