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The Parrot
The bird in the cage has featherless wings folded
to the naked body like squeaking scissors
I'm 89 today let, me out of this bloody cage!
Its owner is hard of hearing, is the widow of a war
veteran, I think the First World War
She tells everyone she meets, 8 million horses and
12 million donkeys were killed on the battlefield and no one
took notice
Humanity only thought of their suffering and were
impervious to animals' feelings, more, a wounded animal was eyed as a potential meal by hungry soldiers
Dragged from a green field to a soggy battlefield and
not a word of thank you
Goulash, the famous Hungarian dish, was made from horse
flesh and camouflaged with paprika, pepper, and salt
for 89 years, the parrot had only been able to read
the titles of books on the shelf on the opposite wall
It had a lively mind and listened to the radio every day
well educated can squawk with the best of them
Ice Breaker
doomsday glaciers melting rest upon seabed
benign blizzard temps endanger ground zero
turbulence cause a desert
warming waters near frozen lakes I shall fear
Iceland volcano displays her open wounds
magma of our Earth’s crust vomits Her vengeance
blue lagoon shimmers of red blood polar bear
global sea level rises
accelerating where there should be more ice
magic gone shows no mercy
dazzled domain of milky beauty lacks snow
sandstorms in the ice bubble
millennia of the past we inherit
minke whale
blubber made into goulash
expedition boats bulbous bow ice breakers
who will dominate Antarctica's future
consolation prize has awarded no one
my world shall go from snow white to a blue sea
sixty eight percent freshwater flows freely
Toasted teacakes,parmesan cheese
Croquetted chicken,fricasees;
Apple dumplings,yogurt creamed
Welsh mutton,in pudding,steamed.
Baked Alaska,Banbury cake
Lyons ices with Cadbury flake;
Gorganzola buttered roll
Side salad oil drizzled,in a bowl.
Melba meringue,warm mince pies
Filet mignon,mushrooms and fries;
Sunday roast in dripping jelly
Onions and peppered tripe belly.
Trout poached,not microwaved
Slowly cooked,and no time saved;
Thick fishstock,bouillabaissed
Beefsteak so lightly braised.
Hash browns,sausage,gravy and mash
Casseroled stew or goulash;
Poached,simmered maybe pressure cooked
Tempting meals from Granma's book.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2008
They told us once, after scans of charts,
After many false starts and restarts,
That all creation, both near and far,
Was tinted like a tropical sea star.
A pale Turquoise! A splendid hue!
The sort you'd paint a dragon's shoe.
Or perhaps your house, so it glowed,
With sun-washed pastels all bestowed.
I bragged about it far and wide.
Our universe had style and pride!
Not dull, not drab, not flat white—
The cosmos sparkles with a turquoise light.
I donned the celestial-themed décor.
Turquoise curtains, cushions, rugs galore.
I chose my socks to match those distant suns.
Even dressed my dog with it for park runs.
Then came the news! A bug! A flaw!
A coding hiccup, a mistake, an ERROR!
The white balance had been set askew—
The program was rerun to find what's true.
And what, my friend, was the color they got?
The color was BEIGE! Surely no! Surely not!
BEIGE! the world's most boring tint and hue.
The color of mud, and weak milk-tea brew.
Tepid, creamy beige, it so lacks flair.
It's the color of a dentist's chair.
The shade of porridge left to cool.
Of sensible shoes, and evening school.
They named it "Cosmic Latte!" Yeah Amen!
As as joke to make us forget back then,
The universe had style and panache,
Not this vague beige celestial goulash!
I mourn the Turquoise now its gone,
A victim of a computer picking a crayon,
That stood out; bright, fresh and keen,
With artist's heart bent on turquoise-green!
My love for all on Poetry Soup
like a tasty broth group.
Cook and stir
* 2 pounds lean Lebanon ground
in Dutch oven over medium-high heat,
breaking the Lebanon meat up as it cooks,
until all is no longer pink and has
started to brown, about 10 minutes.
Stir in the
* 2 Canada onions, chopped
* 3 United Kingdom garlic cloves, chopped
and cook for another 1o minutes
Stir in
* 3 cups Africa water
* 2 (15 ounce) United States cans tomato sauce
* 2 (14.5 ounce) cans India diced tomatoes
* 3 tablespoons Isle Of Man soy sauce
* 2 tablespoons dried Italian herb seasoning
* 3 Philippines bay leaves
* 1 tablespoon seasoned Bangladesh salt, or to taste
and bring to a boil over medium heat.
Stir
* 2 cups uncooked elbow Australia macaroni,
cover, and simmer over low heat until the pasta is tender,
about 25 minutes, stirring occasionally.
Poets with golden ink and pens
that make us move forward as friends
with inspiration, kindness, and honesty,
encouragement and compliments.
A small act of caring, which has the potential
to turn a life around.
I thank each and everyone of you far and near.
3/14/2022
For a cold take
hot tea and buttery cinnamon toast
Flu? baked custard, very cold,
maybe milk toast with
with butter oozing from hot milk.
Sad, depressed? chocolate,
macaroni and cheese,
or favorite ice cream.
Tired from a busy day,
take-out – maybe egg rolls
and shrimp lo mein, delivered.
Broken leg? Get friends to
bring in a loaded pizza,
have a beer party
Headache? cold gingerale
(cold water on towel for head)
no food!
Homesick? Mom’s goulash
with extra melted cheese
washed down with
glass of wine or vodka and tonic.
Insomnia? At three am
anything in fridge
or pantry, preferably sweet,
like doughnuts, but even
crackers and cheese will do.
For anything else, large
cut-up juicy orange,
chocolate malt milkshake,
or strawberry shortcake.
Toasted teacakes,parmesan cheese
Croquetted chicken,fricasees;
Apple dumplings,yogurt creamed
Welsh mutton,in pudding,steamed.
Baked Alaska,Banbury cake
Lyons ices with Cadbury flake;
Gorganzola buttered roll
Side salad oil drizzled,in a bowl.
Melba meringue,warm mince pies
Filet mignon,mushrooms and fries;
Sunday roast in dripping jelly
Onions and peppered tripe belly.
Trout poached,not microwaved
Slowly cooked,and no time saved;
Thick fishstock,bouillabaissed
Beefsteak so lightly braised.
Hash browns,sausage,gravy and mash
Casseroled stew or goulash;
Poached,simmered maybe pressure cooked
Tempting meals from Granma's book.
Suddenly frisson aye describe...,
I suddenly feel scared
As told once upon time helloo
from me matt chew
most previous poem ugh goo,
viz freak accident found ninety
degree angled desk corner (ewe
might not bull heave)
rammed, impaled, fricasseed
smack dab skew
whirred spitting out
fluid on rotisserie
preparatory for stew
right side rib cage
quite agonizing boo boo
intermittent pain analogous
to dull stabbing
finds yours truly nsync with moo
wing cow word le lion hoo
ping to schedule medical appointment
come thee morrow,
this klutz he did brew,
or maybe ghastly conspiracy
courtesy Spiro Agnew
hmm... possibly global warming
ha... puff... imagine dragon
retracting dagger type,
claws, and opening jaws of steel
eyeing thyself as main course on menu
damning self, aye packed
especially when standing askew
(hunched over tying laces re: shoe)
struck by poison arrow unleashed
no Inca ling how
indigenous people of Peru
found their way linkedin
with this Yahoo,
he swiftly strayed
outside Gulliver's travels
into good n plenti boulevard
of broken dreams
essentially, one direction avenue
mixed within gibberish goulash stew
wing conglomeration
trumped courtesy "fake" parvenue
he haint goat noah idea nary a blues clue
for aforementioned stream
of consciousness and drew
whatever came to his mind - toodle loo.
Adieu... from mister MaGoo
The graveyard tenants,
who serenely rest,
to this day,
upon this sacred site--
On Hallow's Eve,
will resurrect
to celebrate
the frightmonsterous
of holiday delights.
When the night settles,
with its moon
pulsatin' gloom--
witches fly high,
with Autumn's breeze
and cackle
while swirlin' round
on their enchanted,
witty-brooms.
But first, they'll have
to reconvene
and conjure up--
their Kooky, Goulash Bash-
equal to none.
Twelve bats with gnats,
nine toads, well crushed.
Stir it six times--
then P O O F, it's done.
Children stay calm--
please, do not fret nor cry;
For you might miss
this Zany spooky night.
So listen carefully and watch--
you're sure to hear
the Werewolves howl,
when Frankenstein
comes stumpin' by with fright.
The mummy's wrappings
will come undone.
In shameful places, he's usually
missin' Humongous chunks.
He'll ask to borrow,
from his mummy wife--
her scarf and S n a p p y girdle--
to cover half
of his exposed behind.
Dracul limpin', comes in late.
His fifty brides suspect--
he's out, again--'taste-samplin'
the blood of every virgin maid.
This just can't be....
this Old Bat has no game.
So Igor prays--no one sees
his Soy-sauce drippin' fangs or
self-made, kissed smudged cape.
When he f l a p s in--
there'll be....
a Horrid, Terrible S p a t.
For centuries now--
they've drained the moat,
replaced cobwebs--
and even fed
his feisty rats with
mangy dungeon cats.
That's how
the castle chores--
have always gotten done.
Both servants,
Renfield and Igor Hide--
as soon as he--
their master, flies--
to chase town belles....
when it grows dark.
Zombies
will soon initiate-
the hunts and in games--
Goblins, Spooks
and Monsters
jovially anticipate.
Most dance and sing--
while others growl--
till cry.
Just like we humans do--
they also react to things
that they don't like.
Some pranks can scare--
but, done just for smiles.
It'll be the B e s t
Frightacular Night--
they'll have....
in a....long....long while.
Sweet heart my passion dear pumpkin
Sweeter than a cabbage you are my sweet corn
somewhat louder than the bourn
Deep into that darkness sprouting
Liken a flower blossoming
How they were shouting, touting - flouting
those the farmers and gardeners
They abloom allemandes abstracting
Ah, distinctly I was defoliating
Your stock, your stem the bud of your flower
My mind always strays to you you’re beautiful as the trees
I crave your sweet, shrubby sycamore
I crave the awash, abloom abstract almond leaves
That, that the moment my soul grew cute
What could there be more purely brute?
Sweeter than the summer sun
Hotter than 4th of July
somewhat more covering than a parachute
you warned me about the spreading roots
Come grow with me
Come grow within me, come go with me
Deep into that darkness rising
the palmetto seemed happy synthesizing
what could there be more purely enterprising?
And the Tasmania was utilizing
Of the emergence's that is realizing
Deep into that darkness pollarding
Deep into that darkness spiraling
Instead I uncovered the squash
There stood an engaged goulash
While I pondered, awesome and swash
Much I marveled the square cherry tomato
I crave the gorgeous, glorious garlic
Remembering many cacciatore, horrendous mounts
The many microlight mushrooming
Such you are as I am
A pollenated vegetable won’t you be my flower
Come my sweetheart my flower stand with me under the rain showers
8/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©