Long Glutinous Poems

The problem of PolyNomials,
equivalent or not?
with Not PolyNomials
hides a geometric bilateral 
not-no means yes 
polynomial assumption
that was profoundly channeled by ZeroCentric Bucky Fuller.

1 Polynomial v 0 NotPolynomial
assumes if we could distinguish NP from P sets...

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Sight
Your eyes are riptides, they've pulled me in,
To the torrent beneath your grin.
I'm slowly drowning, within your depths,
Sinking into what from me you've kept:
A heart whose echo in me resides
While mine in you shall only...

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Spartan are the white walls were once hung draperies
And things papered, paneled, plastered...
Yet, 'tis so no more. 
Now all is white and wan and sickly, 
And the ghostly shadows of the accoutrements and impedimenta that...

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Who will cry for the little boy,

Whose wails are heard resounding inside the man.

The man whose ever unhealing wounds are clothed in pride,

These mortal scars he wears beneath his flesh

To him are medals of honour

testimonies...

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Heavily laden boats, rectangular sails billowing 
    Under seas of low cloud, braving the fierce Yangtze;                ...

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Blue flowers plucked
Nyona bak chang** moments;
Satisfying rice cakes


By this old fence
Echoes of giggles;
Laughter mocks schoolyard


Road diversion
Roundabout detour;
Long cul de sac


Wedding festivities
Details and stuff;
Final agenda looms


Joy wears a face
Celebration evokes;
Certain gratification


Flame of the Forest tree
Nice shady...

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Tribute to Travel to Manila Philippines and Make This Poor Old Lady Happy...Documentary 




Old wood in Manila ,Philippines 
In a narrow alleyway
Old roof collapse 
Converted into a wall
No doors
But window panels
An old, wooden ladder 
For...

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All dressed in green, the rose bush beams
like a child's blushing cheeks and pursed lips;
these debutants jilted by bees
forever wanting to be kissed.
A carpet of phlox giggles like a young lady
and drips over the wall...

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This was once a sea of mud
Where thousands bled! 
Before it reverted to!
A field of Flanders Poppy Red.

Do lines of ghostly squaddies! 
Plough through ethereal mire! 
In an endless quest to! 
Charge the enemy barbed...

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I am from bobby pins and countless bottles of Aqua Net hairspray.
From yellow blankets and pink satin, Russian Pointe shoes. 

I am from the yellow house with the brick red roof on the corner of...

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.                      Gluttonous Poetry
           ...

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In an age of the world, that was much like our own
The seeds of indifference, were rampantly sown
Compassion forgotten and equality unknown
The bounty of Earth was for one land alone

A land with such power, it...

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CONFECTION    Laraine Kentridge Lasdon

Everything I am seems to belong to someone else
Everything I am seems to be someone else

Imagine a memory mirror
framed with pearlescent medallions
painted with miniature portraits of apples, 
ginger toffee,...

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eventualities don't apply to me
no matter their presence
in the mirrors of reality

always one step ahead
though the shrinking distance 
     haunts
like an early frost - too early
as the news carrier's tracks
die in...

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It was another caramel summer day
                             ...

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Gung Hay Fat Choy, black and white it seems
Oh, it is nothing but Happy New year in Chinese
Call it Lantern festival, pleasant spring festival
Celebrations of 15 days, each one ritualized.
Celebrate, the freedom from that beast...

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Red ripe is my fruit
Plump and bursting with resentment
Oozing remorse and regret
My pain Ready for you to harvest

I have waited patiently
For your uncontrollable urge
To feast upon my agony
And devour my shame

Your greedy appetite
For my suffering...

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THE COLLUSION OF CLOUDS

trying to cling, soil erodes,
moving with mayhem seditiously.
the collusion of clouds, mocking,
as the roots of the house
horde their portentous possessions.

the wind and waves, crescendo
near the cliff’s edge, calling out ghosts
with wispy talons,...

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pondered

I discovered the season's called FALL,
'cause ambition skips casting’s call.
rain and darkness
grumpy bark-ness
I sink like a skiff in a squall

pleaded

Doctor! Doctor! Diagnosis?
It feels fatal — What? Psychosis!!!
extreme lethargy
has it’s way with me
Doctor says it’s the...

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28 March 2010

Glutinous Rice Cake

 
Just perfect to prepare on special occasion
Where bonding represents this kind of dessert
A tradition that passed through generation
Cooking this food is always a pert

Experienced to cook a mawkish sticky rice
Wherein...

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Sighing wears me down,
Like a curry does toilet paper. 
You would never guess, 
who makes the hands go round 
with lethargic discontent,
flooding out of orifices.

Echoing from his glutinous frame,
He voices his apathy, 
Comments on my...

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