Long Oolong Poems
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Urgent Tea Party
Mrs. Jet sent out the invitations in a fever and a heat
Envelops sealed with royal wax and stamps she licked herself
The tea would be at Meadow Marsh Retreat two weeks from now
Appropriate attire is required for all attending this event
Pleated blouse and sleeves for women, tux and tie for men
“No extraneous unknown entities will be permitted
No other friends, family, dogs, or fish will be let in”
Attendees are sworn to secrecy
It must be something serious! It must be something dire!
Mrs. Jet intimated in her letter with some guile
In her subtle way by way of content details; “Oolong Da-Hong Pao and Dragon
Well Bud Tea will be prepared”, she wrote
These teas are only served in emergencies, as we all know
This must be something grandiose indeed
Two weeks later to the minute
Mrs. Jet and company sat under the ulmus trees at Meadow Marsh
Sipping the lovely teas when she stood up to make remarks
Welcome one and all to this Urgent Meeting on this urgent matter.
My credit score is perfect every time
I’m about to lose my mind
3 weeks ago my credit report was due
It was released but to who?
Perhaps they forgot to mail it
I fear it must be lost or stolen
The perpetrator of this malfeasance must be jailed
The TV says my credit score is needed
It must be repeated daily
Mrs. Jet set out to make this point
Without a credit report and score, what’s the use of going on?
Many of the honored guests were equally offended and annoyed
Some gasped. Some even fainted.
Who would take your credit score?!
One man interjected as he roared
This means war!
"Steeped" in resentment at usurious taxes, a Revolution was "brewing!"
History records that the Boston Tea Party was to be the Brits undoing!
An anguished groan was heard as barrels of tea were hurled into the sea!
Their grog of rum they might forego, but never their tot of tea!
Every pupil has read Longfellow's, "Midnight Ride Of Paul Revere!"
And his lantern signals to be hung in the belfry on that midnight clear.
"One, if the Brits approach by land - two, if they approach by sea!
We'll catch 'em by surprise, 'cause they'll be sipping oolong tea!"
A decisive battle was fought to a standstill at Bunker Hill.
Although the rag-tag Yankee militia lacked in military skill,
They fought like tigers, Sir William Howe could readily see,
As he pondered his next move eating his scones and slurping tea!
On a dreary Christmas Eve, Washington crossed the Delaware.
The Brits were celebrating and were taken completely unaware!
Caught by surprise in Trenton, they were unable to flee,
All because they had to have that inviolable break for tea!
According to historians and such like who like to keep score,
They found that the Brits won many battles but they lost the war!
Though the point is debatable and the Brits might disagree,
Would we be speaking Cockney, had they not paused for a cup o' tea?
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Far away from home, I found another home in Taiwan
Today all family members come together
Eat pomelo
Make a pomelo hat to turn bad luck into good
The smell from the pomelo hat is very energizing
The day of the festival starts with the inexplicable taste of mooncake
Tender pastry skin enveloping a dense sweet puree
Sweetened mung bean filling
Salted duck egg yolk embedded within
Small wedges of green tea flavors mooncake along with Oolong cha
Filled my heart with joy!
The mooncake contained a secret message
After my family make it public, it is not a secret any longer
When the sun starts moving down the west
We spot a place to sit along the street
Just in front of the house
Neighbors are also starting to do the same
Everyone is delighted to sit under the moonlight
BBQ sauce starts to spread its magic smell in the neighborhood
Chopsticks and paper plates are in every hand
Oldster make their groups
Cheers with a glass of wine
Laughers and music defeats the sounds of BBQ
How delightful to chew those sausages!
Kids are running all over the place
Playing crackers
My younger brother was playing Erhu
I sat on the ground holding a steamed corn
Placed a chopstick in the middle
Eating corn while looking at the sky
The moon is bright and blissful
It was blushing like a young shy lady
A bit of its happiness sprinkled on the earth tonight
For some reason, Thursdays find me warped both in a space of inertia and hyperactivity. Perhaps the anticipation from hitting work deadlines on a Friday creates havoc within my frail psyche.
Half-awake, I forget the kitchen's GPS--where is it?
With lungs soaked on oolong tea leaves,
Fingers dribble on a Japanese mug, now cold
And jaybirds' drowsy talk wouldn't bring me to reality
Car keys jangle by the table's edge...
I am on auto-pilot mode:
Until a quick bath reminds me there's LIFE after 6 am!
Hair swept in a bun, time screams fashion alert
Lunch comes goes as I stare on a white screen;
THE boss hovers by that I piano the board
Racing project's notes on page 3
Yet every darn line seems inane!
Finally, I get my groove
Come late afternoon, an outgoing box is cleared!
Whistling, these hips zumba in the room, well, lightly...
How feet race uptown to view jazz events
Reservations done
For winsome friends--our Saturday's thrill!
Evening crawls while I gorge on pasta
Then mild breathwork to release drained energy--
Netflix? Not! Thursday is my scourge!
How Breezes' tune carouses
When in a flash, night stars blind me
That something knocks me out--
An impertinent Friday afterthought, maybe.
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8/1/2019
Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
WAKE UP FOR THE SAKE OF THE LOVE YOU TWO MAKE
A lot of men awake to their lover glaring and fearing what’s to come
While I awake to a lover who’s sweetly staring at me, a gaze that leaves me numb
A lot of men hear growls instead of “oh, good morning my sweet
While I hear whispers from an angel’s lips when another dawn we greet
She floats around our bedroom taking this off and putting this on
While other men never meet a star, my lover is the only star I wish upon
Then table toward she leads me for home-made biscuits and oolong tea
Other men sip coffee with women they curse meeting, but certainly not me
Other men chose a woman they knew not long enough to marry
Whilst I was hurried, harried and hoping her “I do” would not tarry
Some men regret every morning the mate they wake up to
As for me I wake up to blonde locks, great looks and eyes of flaming blue
Other men have regrets and remorse for what they’ve gone and done
But if you seek to meet a man who worships his miraculous mate, I’m the one
Other men carry each day from dawn to dusk a weight that seems a ton
Other men fight battles for beauty but I am a mighty warrior who’s won
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
WAKE UP FOR THE SAKE OF THE LOVE YOU TWO MAKE
A lot of men awake to their lover glaring and fearing what’s to come
While I awake to a lover who’s sweetly staring at me, a gaze that leaves me numb
A lot of men hear growls instead of “oh, good morning my sweet
While I hear whispers from an angel’s lips when another dawn we greet
She floats around our bedroom taking this off and putting this on
While other men never meet a star, my lover is the only star I wish upon
Then table toward she leads me for home-made biscuits and oolong tea
Other men sip coffee with women they curse meeting, but certainly not me
Other men chose a woman they knew not long enough to marry
Whilst I was hurried, harried and hoping her “I do” would not tarry
Some men regret every morning the mate they wake up to
As for me I wake up to blonde locks, great looks and eyes of flaming blue
Other men have regrets and remorse for what they’ve gone and done
But if you seek to meet a man who worships his miraculous mate, I’m the one
Other men carry each day from dawn to dusk a weight that seems a ton
Other men fight battles for beauty but I am a mighty warrior who’s won
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
When visions, discoveries burn my soul
that which pours out of me is something forceful,
maybe CHASTE. Although it's hard for many to embrace
ideas on an unconventional level... I still knead my fingers
on paper where the language of my voice chants
or hollers wildly--these hands grasping my teacup.
Morning wakes and I get lost in drained phrases,
a blueprint of journeys imagined...they are only words,
vacant lines about nature, anguish, even love...
Yet here is life in poetry which rises above
what is expected. And I blaze unknown trails
when moonshine grants me the favor of raking this navel
and speak from a space that marks my integrity.
I believe that weaving a story is my endowment
to echoing dreams needing full exhalation;
to untold traumas masked by social graces...
more so, to all innocent wiles, tastes, fragrances
borne out of my will to convey the unusual,
deserted remembrances , where a universe
of people meets in serendipitious places--
those ardent moments defining man as a divine human.
Only then would my oolong tea blow cold,
and my moving poetry become vulnerably warm.
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10/16/2020
Beth Evans' A Duty of Poetry Contest
I Like The 'Black Tea, The White Tea
and The English Breakfast & Earl Grey'
and I Serve 'Rooibos' and 'Ginger' Teas
In My Silver Pot, Cups & Tray
I Like The 'Rose Tea and Herbal Teas
& The Honey-Vanilla-Chamomile'
& 'Apple-Cinnamon' & 'Orange-Pekoe'
Topped With Sliced Lemon Wedge Frills
(& Balancing Cup & Saucer & Carrot Cake's A Skill)
I've Teas of 'Lavender & Hibiscus
& of Jasmine' Flavored Hints
I Pour These Liquid Petals
To Be My Pretty Porcelain's Contents
and That Brand of 'Ancient Tea Trees'
& of Ceylon's '1001 Nights'
Tantalizes My Tastebuds
With Their Dark Teabags Delights
And Exotic Ginseng Teas Blend Into
A Warm & Soothing, Brewed Bond
As A Free Tea Leaf Floats Like
A Lotus In A Cup Pond
Swirling A Cream or Sugar? Concoction
In A Teaspoon's Pool
Gently Lifted To Our Lips Breath
To Savor & Cool
Wafting Aromatic Scents
Thru My Parlor Among My Guests
Or Just Me In My Kitchen
As Day Begins Afresh
But The Tea Mixture Taste
of A Preference Best For Me
Is The Oolong, Added With Peppermint
and Pure Green Tea
aaaah ... slurp
Join me for a sip ... slurp
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/18/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
Mist feathery drifts
last night’s breath loosening
above basalt slopes of Huatung
Pacific swallows trace morning brushwork
over Fuli’s rice paddies
new green scented with rain.
Xiuguluan River flows jade mountain-born
among ancestral stones
white willows in Ruisui weep
dew-kissed
cycad fronds catching first sunlight
Leaf pearls gather on my thatched sandals
Walami earth holds stories in its coolness.
Bihe Pond rests hidden in Wanrong’s stillness
waters reflecting the tribe’s quiet prayers
Bamboo leaves in green and gold
crested mynas gather in quiet repose
wind moves with the chime of a temple bell.
Ancestral path wanders into the Central Range
oolong tea clouds drift
above Qilai’s blue ridges
A white egret lifts over Guangfu’s terraces
air clear as poured Longjing.
A bulbul calls
blue magpie glides
the slow unlayering of day
Huatung Calligrapher’s span warm to newborn light
time unspools—
bright
unmeasured.
Light widens
dawn follows Yu Shan’s shadowed valleys
the world in quiet promise
soft light
drifting into morning.
"Earthquake in a Tea Cup"
the earthquake
rocked through
a pink haze
soft and powdered
scent of lit smoke
flaming fires
hot oven baked
green apples
ripe skin sizzled
and popped
ice cool cinnamon crisp
lemon peeled martinis
black russians and they're
ripped unfriendly cousins
Long Island Iced teas and
Asian Pear Chit-Cha toddies
osmanthus oolong trading
asset smiles flying under
the Roger Ramjet radar
exploded rapturously
candied petals floating
hearts marachinoed
stevia sweetened cherries
skewered and buttered up
mercilessly on the q.t.
roses burnt apricots
she arrived shimmering
in the clouds
a seduction
ruffling feathers
in their
crème de la crème
tea cups shaking
their quiet worlds up
dominoes lined straight laced,
drugged and shot
they all thought
it was the second
coming
the world
was her stage
the fall out
was atomic
their shadows
scattered
nuclear imprints
incalculable,
the numbers
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)