Long Main course Poems
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A poet strive for perfection
Someday his work will become a worldly reflection
Of whom he is
With each line he procrastinate,
With each verse,
Reaction, pro action and anticipation
To the point
Of debating or reconstructing his latest
Despite receiving favorable reviews
Should I read it out loud?
Or should I let it simmer
And invited samplers to sample my work
Too many mind and voices
Can be influential
Unlike a Sunday buffet his poem
Is not the main course?
His work is his ode
So he becomes a prolific composer.
Author note:
To be or not to be this is the question
My regrets lie hidden below the murky surface
of my emotional seascape,
threatening to pull me down,
like wet woollen wet weather gear
drowns a sailor who falls overboard in a storm.
For regrets are arcane debts never to be repaid.
For the done, cannot be unpicked re-done, nor undone,
and getting over it, needs an account transaction,
to balance the debt, with savings from the good times.
I seldom count my regrets, nor mention them in balance sheet.
For many are too painful to bear, even one at a time.
Going back, reliving the prologue, is a bitter aperitif
to the main course of 'What ifs' dished up with 'If Only' sauce.
The medicine man lifted up a baby girl
To the heavens like a cherished rare pearl
He called upon the gods to send a spirit
To posses the babe they named Little Irit
He enters a trance chanting in a voice that was throaty
Summoning up the cursed fiery eyed Coyote
Before the beast he lay Little Irit on a bed of leaves
A sacrifice to rekindle the gods favour, in which his tribe believes
He walks away with no remorse
As the child is left for the Coyote’s main course
It’s an hour later that the medicine man returns
The sacrifice is accepted by the evidence or earth that burns
Medicine man enlightens the chief by the light of crescent moon
That Cursed Coyote has lifted their gloom
The Chief calls the elders to make a great feast
In honour of the fiery eyed cursed beast
When the villagers were drunk and all well fed
They sat round the campfire telling stories before bed
Then suddenly out of the fire, cursed Coyote pounced causing fear and dread
As he slowly gnawed off the medicine man’s head
The chief ordered every man to kill the beast
After the battle, Coyote lay dying and around him lay 150 deceased
Coyote said to the chief, “Your son’s lives will I claim,”
“For the little life you sacrificed, you will all feel my pain.”
The chief cut the Coyote’s head and mounted it on high
For all those to see as they walked on by
If you go there you will see an inscription explaining the reason why
They thought, that was the end of the curse and Coyote had to die
But the head of Coyote would bring a curse that would make the village cry…
To be continued…. ( for P.D. My good friend )
Greed Has a Dinner Party
Evil seething greed sits down to dinner with his guests.
He serves them humungous helpings of hubris for an appetizer to set the mood of the evening.
For the main course, he mesmerizes them with tales of his ambition and success and piles them on his own plate, yet he serves the guests-somewhat less.
He explains they must be more like him to get even more. He assures them that they have the makings to be just like him.
Dessert is of course licentiously sweet self-serving compliments for all and the promise that if they took everything they wanted in life, without concern for anyone but themselves, they would be most efficacious.
After dinner, he says goodbye. Then he grins as they pass by the urn containing Icarus’s ashes on their way out the door.
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Halloween candy so nice
Like sugary spice
Crispy, creamy, chocolate
With tasty raisins
Trick or treat goblins
My tooth is
Sweet!
© Joseph, 10/10/2007
© All Rights Reserved
The “Epulaeryu” poem is about delicious food and drinks. It consists of seven
lines with thirty-three syllables. The first line has seven syllables, the second line
five, the third line seven, the fourth line five, the fifth line five, the sixth line three,
and the seventh line has only one syllable which ends with an exclamation mark.
Each line has one thought relating to the main course. The Epulaeryu poetic form
syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. It has corresponding lines built around the main
course, and concludes with the ending line expressing the writer’s excitement
and feelings about the meal. The Epulaeryu poetic form was invented by Joseph
Spence.
Micro-Feasting
by Odin Roark
To propagate the dung heap of ignorance,
Is to place on low simmer
A main course of illiteracy.
How festive the chefs of mental starvation
Make the tables of 140-character-feasting,
Luring the gullible
Along with the lazy,
The doltish
And the lost,
To gorge, then purge,
Then ignore the noxious vapor
Of sentience becoming residue waste.
So stirs this caldron of abbreviated ingredients,
Stifling taste buds for savoring delectable elocution,
Reducing vocabulary to bulimic shorthand
And expecting all to join this achromatic work-around.
Hopefully, the language of full syllabic enunciation
Will return with a vengeance,
Sending expression’s drive-by expediency
Into its all too deserving exile.
Consideration pauses in the distance.
One can hear the echoes of dismay,
“Does this mean we’re expected to read…
AGAIN?
Elmont was hungry
He needed money
Trying not to be bitter
Hearing the bull sifting through the ticket litter
Two bucks thrown away
Nothing came through his way
Headed home
All alone
Planning what to tell his bookie on the phone
And there it appeared
Saying he had nothing to fear
Wiping a tear
Suddenly, seeing a gigantic steer
“He has a lot of raw meat
When grilled at the proper heat
Tangy and sweet”
But how does Elmont take
This beef cake
From the grazing land
To the hamburger stand
Elmont thought and sought
How this entrée could be caught
Go up to the main course on the lawn
And say ‘you are not going to see the dawn’
‘I am in control
Going to take you in on my patrol’
With a little light left
Moos could even be heard by the deaf
He found one wanting to be cooked
Slaughtered and seasoned as stated in the good book
“Moo” said the cow
Elmont answered him with a pow
A few hours later
His loving partner was the waiter
“You tipped the cow way too much
And he didn’t like where you touched
I took spare ribs out of the freezer
Enjoy them at your leisure”
It took work
To barbeque the pork
An interesting selection
No need for rejection
Even though Elmont did not get a steak dinner
His wife tonight was the true winner
Sweet baby carrots for me
Setting my heart free
Swimming in low calorie
Sipping with ice, nice!
Sweet taste with no waste
Succulent—
Juice!
© Joseph 7/4/07
© All Rights Reserved
The “Epulaeryu” poem is about delicious food and drinks. It consists of seven
lines with thirty-three syllables. The first line has seven syllables, the second
line five, the third line seven, the fourth line five, the fifth line five, the sixth line
three, and the seventh line has only one syllable which ends with an exclamation
mark. Each line has one thought relating to the main course. The Epulaeryu
poetic form syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. It has corresponding lines built around
the main course, and concludes with the ending line expressing the writer’s
excitement and feelings about the meal. The Epulaeryu form was poem was
invented by Joseph Spence, Sr.
That colourful drug, love.
Phenomenal pheromones.
Give me love potion No.9.
It works devine.
That colourful drug, alcohol.
I want to drink it all.
In moderation of course.
Along with the main course.
That colourful drug, prozac.
For those anxiety attacks.
Get my life back.
I'm on the right track.
That colourful drug,E.
A strange one to me.
Missed out on a drug scene,
when I was teenage beauty queen.
That colourful drug, weed.
Home grown from seed.
Kept my husband sedated.
His sexual appetite abated.
That colourful drug, fun.
Let's have some.
Jump in my car.
We'll travel far.
That colourful drug, laughter.
Is the one I'm after.
Best medicine, so addictive.
The perfect fixative.