Long Kraut Poems
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Before the Deluge,
God had forbidden
His chosen people
to eat animal flesh...
it was after the Big Flood
that He ordered Noah
and his family to eat it.
Why be reluctant to eat pork
on New Year's Day...
is it dirty and disgusting?
But isn't poultry or beef
any cleaner that pork is?
Let me have this tasty meal,
and ridicule those who won't:
hypocrites, I say shamelessly....
don't call me a guiltless pagan,
I read from the Holy Scriptures
as God spoke so adamantly.
Let me have sour kraut
and black eyed peas along
with red wine and crunchy bread:
to celebrate what the Lord created
and the Earth abundantly gives!
In the middle of a Thai hot summer, we ventured
into the high hills of North Thailand.
We were medics, a small out-reach team
serving the scattered rural villages
of that remote area.
Klauss, a dour civic engineer, by his side,
his wife, a pretty Chinese nurse.
As it happened, Klauss brought along
a visiting acquaintance, an avuncular German.
On the way home to the leprosy institute,
we pulled the Land Rover into a wayside village shop
to eat sticky rice, chilies, and salted fish.
I disremember how the conversation turned
to the second world war,
I think the talkative German instigated that subject,
declaring how the allies had propagandized the facts.
I spoke coldly of how my father (a Hurricane fighter pilot),
had died in the Battle of Britain, and how I had seen
all the disgustingly savage films of the concentration
camp victims. The kraut just glared red faced at his feet
while soft spoken, kindly Klauss struggled to change
the conversation.
That was many years ago, now I feel compelled
to confess that I had blatantly lied!
Dad was an air-raid warden who rode a peddle bike,
and never left London during the war.
Yet strangely, that was the first time
I thought I could be, should be a poet.
I sing the praises of Sterilite
(even Mary Poppins would tout
a plug for said company she would spout
forcing playthings scattered helter skelter
retreating into their respective bins
analogous to a defeated army
beating a hasty retreat after a major rout
against all odds fighting off
the aggressive incursion
of a trumpeting lout,
which troops use weapon of choice
namely breath issuing "Kraut"
which in German, "Kraut"
primarily means herb
or the leaves and stem
of a plant, as opposed to the root,
also used in compound nouns
to refer to various cabbage products,
most notably Sauerkraut,
which is fermented white cabbage.
Additionally, "Kraut"
can be a derogatory slang term
for Germans, similar to how "Frogs"
used for the French,
according to The Guardian).
which accolades vocalized
on behalf of a company
whose sturdy products
helped transform the wife
from a potential candidate
of Hoarders buried alive
into a rival for the Odd Couple
neatnik character Felix Unger
though room for improvement
the spouse tries to abide
by the phrase
"a place for everything
and everything in its place"
an idiom that promotes
organization and orderliness,
where maximizing the space
afforded by a one bedroom apartment
here at Highland Manor
taught us the necessity
of maintaining an ever closer approximation
to becoming the reigning queen
of spic and span
affected by the mandates of management
(reinforced by dictates
of urban housing for low income
linkedin to yearly "violations")
toward instilling acquiring
"the model tenant award"
by regular inspections
which if I ruled the world
would include a month of free rent
as an extra incentive
leaving no room
for the likes of Oscar Madison,
which objective becoming
neat and tidy truth be told
finds me relishing living
according to the gospel
of several people offering
decluttering and organization methods
similar to Marie Kondo's KonMari approach,
focusing on simplifying and creating
a more joyful living space.
Some notable figures
include Gretchen Rubin,
known for her
"Outer Order, Inner Calm"
philosophy, and The Home Edit duo,
Clea Shearer and Joanna Teplin,
who emphasize visual organization.
Other methods, like Swedish Death Cleaning
and Peter Walsh's approach,
also offer alternative strategies
for decluttering and organizing one's home.
I offer you the Roundabout:
a little form sublime.
Tough? Au contraire!
But do beware:
you must be in your prime.
Don’t simply trust to whether I’m
correct; just take the dare.
It helps to score
some pithy fours
that add a certain flair.
Abandon care; let down your hair.
Ideas waltz the floor:
A fine brook trout,
beer brats and kraut,
Or silly, countless more.
And so, dear poet, I implore:
creative juices out!
For fun with rhyme,
it’s party time:
the Roundabout, no doubt!
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My second Roundabout: 86446, abccb/bcddc/cdaad/dabba
https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/new-poetic-form-the-roundabout
you have to have a heck of a drawl to pronounce contraire as three syllables, IMHO... Sticking with the original - PoetrySoup counts as 2, RhymeZone counts as 3, but I'm going with 2, as that's how I hear it in my head.
He had taken the last train to Stalingrad. ´Join the Army and see the World´.
The track of events unfolded when the tank chains came off. His brother had
bombed Guernica with the Condor Legion, when the war had been ´civil´, always
the lofty fellow he was, in full of flight. The infantry soldier's military canteen
had become rather frozen but the Russians did not wish to share their Vodka. Let
alone land, homes and women. Blood coagulated in his steel helmet from the
outside and he wiped off his comrades´ brain with a shoe cloth. Uniforms have to
be immaculate. It is quite a fine line between killer and puppet. But not to worry,
the Führer has decreed that with a folding spade one can dig out of any minor
obstacle. But when the frost broke his spirit, he saved the last hand grenade for
himself to go out with a bang. Sour Kraut and frozen legs. Much cleaner than a
bayonet although he would be missing in action forever. Maybe the supply lines
would take home his last letter.
not my fatherland
remember me my sweetheart –
disobeyed my oath
24th August 2020
Haibun Contest ´Let the Pens Flow´
Sponsor Jenish Somadas
*1169, Rawmaish
Be complainers they are without a doubt,
and compliments they may well do without,
when rumors to change their scheme,
like green, whiskey...built up steam,
also Irish stew to Sauer kraut,
Till Saint Patrick's became Saint George, was it,
all of Ireland, northern too, had a fit,
these saints were naught inherent,
as truth snubbed was transparent,
at least their lucky charms spelt, they're no brit.
*1169 Anglo-Norman invasion of Ireland establishing British rule.
Rawmaish, British-English from Irish-Gaelic ráiméis, meaning nonsense.
Checked with HMS
2021 March 15
*4th Place*
Two Limericks - Let's have some Fun!
~~Tania Kitchin
Nigh on sixty years ago this Yankee from the State of Indiana,
Wed a lovely Confederate lass from the State of Louisiana!
I thought I knew her pretty well by the time our vows were read,
But there was a New Years Day secret that she had left unsaid!
Seems there's an old southern tradition that I'd never heard of before.
By eatin' black-eyed peas on New Years Day you'd have good luck, she swore!
That lowly, bland legume is rather tasteless but a hambone spices it up.
And my spouse adds this and that to the mix, usin' her measurin' cup.
With the black-eyed peas is served cornpone (as it's called in Dixie land),
From a recipe handed down by generations and it must be made by hand!
Since I was introduced to that humble pea known for its great good luck,
'Tis our chuck on New Years Day with a generous decanter of Cold Duck!
Now, in Hoosier Land on New Years Day we ate sausage and sauerkraut.
Whether is helps to eat peas or kraut for a year's good luck, I somewhat doubt,
But, I must confess with my spouse at my side, life has mostly been a breeze.
Do you reckon it has somethin' to do with eatin' 'pone and black-eyed peas!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 3 in Russell Sivey's "Good Luck Meal" Contest - Jan 2012