Long Pho Poems

When we set out on a road trip
We didn’t stick to the old script
And were gladly amazed
And rarely unfazed
Hitting strange towns though some were skipped

We started from Thatsnot, OK
Which was more or less ok
But then...

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After amala and ewedu,
And after the round two of egusi and fufu.
Na im my eyes come dey pinch me,
Small small i dey close am.
Before i know i don dey doze,
Wetin we dey talk? I don...

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Poetry Soup Is…

A place to post words and be heard
a platform for prose, a poet’s eatery
A sonneteer’s palace, for the sagacious or the absurd 
A silver chalice that pours golden poetry
Rhymed and skillfully quilled 
Artful...

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Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L.H. ANDREWS



Dear Marcus...it's-'nother-Sun-day...morn...horse's...feel-ing...wrong
My-sto-mache...just-hurts!
Clos-ets...full-but...noth-ing-fits!
A-corner-run...till-clo-sing!

Daddy's...gone...and-Ma's...gone-too!
The-pretty...gold-en-circles...'round-my-bowl...don't-spin-right!
Clos-ets-fulla-clothes...but-my-heart's...just-empty!
A-corner-run...till-clo-sing!

Round-ing-the-cor-ner...pho-tos-just-might-just-might...be-ready!
My-sto-mache...just-hurts!
Marble-d-stoney-blue-'n-green...beads-'n-reds-too...hang-too-heavy!
A-corner-run...till-clo-sing!

A-wrist-with-out...a-flower-ed...pink-'n-white-red-or-white-rose!
Just-doesn't-feel-right-just-isn't-right...doesn't-spin-right!
Clos-ets...full-but...noth-ing-fits!
A-corner-run...till-clo-sing!

My-slip-pers-silvery-beaded-blue...and-I'm-too!
A-gold-en-line-runs-through...sleep-less-nights!
My-vani-ties-fulla-pride-'n-his-tears...Robby's-too!
A-corner-run...till-clo-sing!

Oh-how-the-hell...does-it-get-well?
When-tears-fall...into-Winter's-snows?
Riding-into-sun-set-pink-'n-rosen-blues...leaves-me-blue!
A-corner-run...till-clo-sing!

Sabled-brushes-and-dif-ferent-strokes-of-pain...and-paint!
Paint-me-blue...was-he-blue-too...or-him?
My-vani-ties-fulla-pride-'n-his-tears...Robby's-too!
A-corner-run...till-clo-sing!

A-liquid-gold-line-round-my-glas-sen-beads...marbled-per-fection!
He-was-my...liquid-gold-line-round-my-glas-sen-beads...
Marbled-per-fection!
A-corner-run...till-clo-sing!...

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It's true that pork 'n' beans have
chunks that are winning

And Indian spiced pumpkin
sets your heart spinning

Pho bo's delightful, cod soup's disarming
jjamppong, French lentil --charming

Japanese dashi, vichyssoise's sweet
tater soup's smashing, pozole's a treat

Bread and butter with...

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I love food. Sometimes a little much!

Food for Thought 
By Jan Beaumont ©?

Each country has food that they're known for
Their own local dish you might say 
Some are delicious and some a bit strange
And some...

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First day incognito,
called my yesterday boss
On a new burner cell,
with a free burrito ad promo toss
Told her this was my courtesy job 
severance quitting HR call — 
Advance notice: Fourteen 
minutes minus two sabbath days
Said...

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Spring   
 
Spring is being born
in the early morning...
The glades are awakening
into gentle green,
The dawn songs of
bashful blackbirds
Are echoing through
the woods...

I am listening to the warbling
of blackbirds,
The harmonic singing
of black choirs
Lead by an
invisible...

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Akukhona ukuthi ngifisa ukukuphazamisa,empilweni yakho etsha
  Ngeke ngakuqanganisela kepha ngangethembile ngoba ngangiwa ngivuk nawe
Nami ngangazi ngelinye ilanga ukuthi ngniyophumula ngibuse nje nge nkosi
   Kepha kuyangicacela ukuthi ngangiyikake la ingalele khona
Ngangikondla ngenkece engekho...

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She plunks down a plate of egg rolls
Man, oh man, do these greasy pieces of heaven take tolls
On my heart, dear Mama
Shows me love with food piled on tables that never end
Iced tea, Pho, spaghetti,...

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S             K            Y

 in my pocket holds 
    ...

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Boys opted to dance as the groups were selected,
A boy paired off with a girl formed a group,
The pole fifteen to eighteen feet affair,
With ten different colored tough ribbons.

The post stood centered within a big...

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Too many poets. 
Dreadful.  
Roiled.

Yes, I too, am a guilty poet.  

While I sit and wait for my soup to arrive, I read a few pages of Simic, and the Seattle
papers. 
The noodles...

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We sit across a table eating Pho; 
two old friends, sharing food 
and stories of our little worlds

Of my new love; my old projects
of his sweetheart; his old business
the dross men use to hide our...

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In between a wand and a warded space 
lies an old Book Of Shadows to embrace;

Fee fried foe thumbs, 
throw them in as the guitar strums;

Picked over hair follicles and toenails,
A few fast words followed...

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