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Sardines on the Sand
Two Sardines danced hand in hand
At their wedding upon the sand
As a Herring played the violin.
A portly porpoise clothed in grey
Greeted guests from far away.
A pair of Cod beheld the scene,
The bride was dressed in seaweed green
And an Octopus sang a gliforal song
As the assembly wept into oyster shells,
While an elderly Crab played whale bone bells.
A gumley Anchovy bore the ring
As the Vicar asked the choir to sing.
Then a choir of Kipper sang on the strand,
And throngs of Mullet from far and wide
Danced by that strong mantigious tide.
Then there came a flumifinous roar
As the tide surged upon that shore
And all the party were swept away.
All on that bright framtitious day.
19/08/16
For the contest 'In the Style of my Favourite Poet.
Sponsored by The Seeker
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A to Z, each is an alphabet
Twenty six letters in the set
Arits ate Apple, Almond, and Apricot
Brown Bread, Butter, Biscuit Bought.
Crate Contains Corn, Cucumber, Carrot, Coconut
Dates, Dumpling, Drumsticks, Doughnut
Elevator, Escalator Enabled Entry Exit Easy
Fine Fancy Frock Fits Fantastic Fairy.
Ground Growing Green Grass, Goat Grazing
Haunted House Horrible, Hound Howling.
Intelligent Investigator in Isolated Island
Jovial Jockey, Jubilant Joker Jocund
Kangaroo Knows Karate, Kite Kidnaps Kingfisher
Leopard Lifting Left Leg, Loud Laughter
Monkey Managed Molasses. Muffin, Melon
Nursemaid Needed Nice Nankeen not Nylon
Owl, Ostrich, Otter, Octopus, Oyster on Outing
Parrot, Parakeet Picking Pellets, Peacock Pecking
Quick, Quick ! Quiz Questionnaire query
Rushing Rhino, Running Rabbit, Rodent Rat Rivalry
Snake Scares Scorpion, Swan Sips Sour Soup
Turtle Tastes Tortilla, Tiger Trains Turkey – Troop
Unicorn Using Unusual Uniform, Urban Uncle Under Umbrella
Violet Vase, Velvet Veil, Vegetable Van, Vacant Villa
Wasp Waving Wings, While Wild Wolf Wanders
Xerox, Xenon, Xylophone, X-Ray, X’mas
Yellow Yolk, Yummy Yogurt, Yak Yawning
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, 101 in A Row Contest - 7
by Poet Destroyer A
My grandfather Hymie
spent his entire life at sea
his thick calloused hands
and ruddy complexion re
enforced non verbal body language
voluminous tomes as testimony
to countless years
(spilling into decades)
exposed to salty spittled
spumed raw elements que
sin art finest artisanal blended, crafted,
dredged by mother nature pre
pared within each trough and crest only
for thy fiercely weatherbeaten nee,
tough as rawhide, leathery,
chafed skin to me
not surprising, since
this mariner born, bred and near lee
schooled within
briny deep ever since knee
high (or so he claimed truth
to swirling rumor), jovialy
pleased that his purportedly
learnin' myth writ tik ne'r included
NEVER settn' foot in formal classroom,
his knowledge icy
anecdotes aced, surpassed,
and trounced that of what he
referred to as grenadier landlubbers
green behind the ears – glee
fully jabbing with his
unsheathed scabbard play flea
actually downplaying any exploits,
that didst educate him, prith ee
teaching him survival skills asper
getn' taut via eddy fied tests frequently de
siding a life or death outcome,
yet our Dickensian mutual friend
shared exploits while
he dressed not in tatters,
but self made clothes from cree
chores comfortable furs, and though
a striking appearance cut, ne'r
did this ole codger (fit as a fiddle
with tall slender build),
said middle aged man appeared quite be
coming. An aura, charisma, dogma
amazingly graced stalwart, gestalt,
deportment aie
found added an air of charming debonair,
esteeming flair, genteel heir
which tasked guessing years old,
aye presumed him to exit the uterine lair
at least a few score tours round oblate sphere
as aspect of youthfulness played across his eyes
one colored green like a spring day in the country,
the other jetblue sans burnin'
four pearl jam oyster cult year.
ah...them tha many decades past
since the merchant
from Neptune to mast
to nether world, though his parting seems
like it hapt last
year, noot nay twas scores o' full moons ago,
that grim reaper came swift and fast.
I love Korean food
K food
Ever since I first
Encountered it in 1979
When I joined the Peace Corps
Korean food is somewhat like
Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese, and Thai
With some American influences as well
and lately Mexican food and Turkish food
And Italian food have made an impact
But it is also unique
Distinctive
And delicious
The essence of Korean food
Is the complex interaction
Of the main ingredients
The aroma of chives, fish sauce, garlic, ginger, onion,
Eggs, oyster sauce, green onion, sesame oil,
Soy sauce, red pepper paste, tofu, vinegar, sugar
And other spices and herbs,
Creating a symphony of flavors,
Scents and umami spiciness
That stimulates my appetite
And make my mouth water.
Korean food is traditionally served
With steamed rice alongside
“banchan” side dishes
Including the famous Kimchi
Pickled fermented cabbage
And a main entry,
Either beef, chicken, fish, pork,
And often a savory stew as well.
One of my favorites is budaejijae
“army stew” that dates back
To the Korean war era
In a pot filled with kimchi, and tofu
Add some chicken, hotdog meat, spam
And often cheese and boil it all up
And serve over rice
Wash it down with copious
Amounts of Korean liquor
Soju drunk Russian style
Straight shots.
At Aphrodite's birthplace stands a shrine, where men have worshiped Venus drunk on wine
And sipped the nectar not lent from the vine, of this world, Oh this world
From daughter unto daughter flowers unfurl, in this world, Oh this world
In this world, Oh this world
If Paradise was opening the Pearl, to find the grinding oyster of this world
To irritate to make a mate to hold, but hesitate to break the Siren's hold
Then in the end that strength becomes a burl, and ugly grows the nature of this world
Of this world, Oh this world
She comes unburdened by this careless world, too soon to labor neath those baby curls
Because all of the power in this world, rests on the broader shoulders of this world
Of this world, Oh this world
Of this world, Oh this world
The iron fist inside the velvet glove, would drape those lovely shoulders with fake pearls
And weight those shapely shoulders they would whirl, through this world, Oh this world
Through this world, Oh this world
Among the greatest voices muses blessed, one never had the chance to lull to rest
Never got to sing a lullaby, to the daughter stolen from her side
To the daughter stolen from her side
From the daughter to the mother of the pearl
Of this world, Oh this world
In this world, Oh this world
Oh, precious one, I need you...
Be the missing ying to my yang.
Come on home to a safe haven
In this warm, cozy heart of mine.
Stay forevermore, I implore thee, because...
Without you, there's a hollow there!
And I'll journey through
This vale of tears, incomplete.
Akin to sunlight without the sun,
Or a shadow without light,
Or a Romeo without his Juliet,
Or a pearl being formed without an oyster.
On my own, I am but a starless night.
My dearest, say you need me, too.
Let me be the sparkling star that shines
With light to fill your heart.
I will be as the sun that rises
To make the shadows dance.
Together our home, will be our universe
Where pearls are at our fingertips.
Warmth will fill every hollow corner
As tears dry and smiles commence.
We'll be a shining duo
High as the moon leading tides.
These tides of love in strength we'll share;
Moving endlessly together.
I'll reach your cozy heart
Where I'll stay forevermore!
All this could be, if you complete me.
I beseech you, make me whole.
Edward Ibeh and Heidi Sands: A collaboration.
Poem of The Day on 01/26/2022
Submitted for...
Do- It (Duets) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by James Edward Lee Sr.
Date written: 01/25/2022
Poet's Note: I'd like to take this opportunity thank the prolific, tremendously gifted poetess, Heidi Sands, for being my duet partner for this contest. She jumped at the chance to collaborate with me--despite her current struggle with writer's block--and I couldn't be more grateful and appreciative. I'll forever cherish this romantic poem we created together. I really couldn't have done it without her. I appreciate you, Heidi. xoxo
It is the simple things of life
that I remember the most.
The unique smell of Africa
pungent with spices and scents
so exotic they flood your nostrils.
It is oh so easy to drift away
to magical places and palaces.
Filled with unicorns and faeries
and other things that live in memory
Were they ever real? or just figments.
The tangy salty smell of Oyster bay
as it drifts inland with the hot breeze.
Waves sparkle in the sun as they lap the beach,
brilliant hues of colour stretch over the reefs.
The silver golden sands peeking through.
It's thoughts of these simple things
that in this life keep me grounded.
Indeed they make me who I am
in touch with my inner spirit
and complete as I remember.
And of all the roses there is none more lovely than the antique rose,
nothing compares to the classic old-rose shape, round and with full petals;
tumbling from a vase or garden trellis, creamy roses soft and pink,
in my mother's vast planting there was always a place for these vintage roses.
Quite beautiful and romantic for a blushing bride to carry down the aisle,
under my kitchen window they grow in harmony with my other sweet flowers;
even at my mother's funeral, her casket was draped in antique roses.
Really they are my favourite flower and I have fond memories of them,
on walks around the garden with mother we would pick a bouquet of colors;
sweet oyster, pale pink, nude and rose, vintage beauties of perfection,
even the antique rose grows at mother's tomb taken from her own wild garden;
soft and gorgeous, they are perfection for love and for eternal grief.
____________________
November 4, 2015
Poetry/Acrostic/Antique Rose
Copyright Protected, ID 15-723-640-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Acrostic
For the contest, Favorite Flower,
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
First Place
Used and discarded thought shadows lurk
at every sunrise as if each were renewed.
A touch from the fading past, in a moment
as i look at the wet pebbles, ever decreasing.
Welcoming the receding tide, a caressing breeze
on which floats, the busy two tone oyster catcher.
On that breeze voice’s travel, voice's calling out
over the relentless, out going, in coming waves.
Are we all but driftwood ? Leaving to return
when the gorse flower is yellow in rare sunlight.
Maybe rudderless, in a firm belief and trust,
of our hearts compass, and its choice is free.
Be elusive ! Leave no trace, be faceless in
milling throngs and crowds, not out of place.
Perhaps a living phantom, amongst many,
yet never carless in your constant carefree.
Blend into the background, be seamless.
Youthful Flowers
I followed a bouquet of dreams in my youth,
exuberantly naïve, assured, and coy.
I flirted with rage at the thought of failure
and turned one cheek to smile with the other,
skipping ahead without a care in the world,
as if immortal and the world were my oyster.
By the babbling brook under the dappled shade
of the grand old oaks, I immersed myself in books
and longed for a knight in shining armour to save me.
So, when the fog rolls over and the light of day is blurred,
remember those days of youth and how absurd you were
to squander away the years fantasizing about romantic love
when you could have been experiencing the pleasures
that life afforded instead of picking youthful flowers.