Long Pinkish Poems
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We serve an elk and pork
Meatloaf. It is a staple here
It is a five star dish.
The elk back strap is a proud
dish. It is boiled in pork lard
For four hours. Sauce Casseur
With mushrooms and carmelized
Onion and garlic in the Casseur
Sauce and noodles.served butter
and lemon Asparagus dish.
A porch and truffle mushroom
Sauce.
Restaurant quality with a sophisticated
Style. A fried quail with a honey lemon
and blackberry brandy sauce. With a
Caesar Salad and sweet potato fries.
A shallow almond creamer on a shortbread
tart with raspberry sauce and whipped
Cream.
A ground elk and pork
Is mixed with breadcrumbs
Mushrooms, onions and garlic
Cayenne, celery, ginger
Seasoned with rosemary and thyme
Parmesan cream
Cooked under a buttery crust with
Leeks potatoes and carrots
Served with a beef marrow sauce
The Two steak plate (serves 5)
2 this portahouses cooked to a
Pinkish medium
With French onion shallop potatoes
With sour cream and garlic in a
Buttery turnover with cream cheese
and bacon Tender brussel sprouts
With stewed tomato's, smoked hock
Meat and garlic.
The wait shall be satisfied with
Bread and drink. Might the moments
Between such wait have conversation
fit for the occasion. Prepare to dine
Before the carriage leaves . Including
Tip and conversation and duration of
Wait, dine, and leave preparation.
Call and response, call and respond!
"FLOWERS IN THE SHADE"
Once upon a dreary day,
Over a thousand of curious dreams,
While I laid for a nap,
There sprang a sparkling vission at a sudden.
And appeared a beautiful flower blooming in the shade.
Was not sure but confuse I was thus,
Till I learned was my dream only.
Yet, was a beautiful and a unique flower indeed.
That appeared in my dream alone.
Nothing more to lament but,
It is the 'Flowers in the Shade'
I cried out loud in the shade!
Grieving how could this be?
I longed to be out, away from the shade!
Mourning how could the wind be?
I dreamt, sang, waved, danced,
Shed tears in the shade and longed to query the light.
But how could the light find so?
Now I begin to imagine and seek in reality.
The solitary, matchless, waxen alike,
Pinkish-yellow flower that bloomed in the shade found thus blooming in reality.
Wild rambling roses of a pinkish bloom
dance to the winds down by the sea.
Roots grasping deep in the tall sand dune.
Pussy Willows growing in a grandiose plume.
Cats birds cry from tall shimmering trees.
Pheasant strut in their feathered costume.
Spring is now here, so we all assume.
A white seagull soars in the blue sky above me.
Sunshine’s bright chasing away winter’s gloom.
Nocturnal shadows creep into my room.
I fill my cherished cup with a nice green tea.
Colors fill my mind as twilight now looms.
Essence of lilac, such a lovely perfume.
Soon to be May Day and the wonderful jubilee.
Cleaning the kitchen with a sweep of the broom.
Strong winds blow the sand like a simoom.
I sit on the deck with a glass of Chablis,
lost in thought as my old cat grooms.
The last of the sun’s rays do heavenly illume.
SILENT TEARDROPS
Silent teardrop, inert,
made a sudden stop.
Sparkled, became alert.
Ready to gallop.
Teardrops rolling silent
You cast a glance aslant.
Nascent crescent descent,
appealed to enchant.
Silent teardrops restless,
slipped, sliding on cheek.
Teardrops pearly peerless,
whelmed me, felt sick.
Pinkish passion bubbling,
sending ardent urge.
Crimson desire wobbling,
Our love to converge.
02/25/18
I have two fish
One is orange the other pinkish
They swim around in their round home
With rocky pebbles and plants made of foam
They can't talk
And obviously can't walk
But these two fish of mine
They're quite divine
Because at night when all is quiet
My two fish turn into something that could cause a big riot
They grow teeth even vampires can't beat
And their tiny tails turn into feet
They climb the walls of their tank
And just jump of the edge, like walking the plank
Every night's the same
They rouse me out of bed
And find some paper to make a sled
I open my bedroom door
As their little feet go pitter patter on the floor
They race to the stairs
And sit on the sled like it's a chair
I count one, two, three
And they're off on a ride that's quite bumpy
They do this over and over
Every night in that same order
And when morning comes
They run to their round home
With rocky pebbles and plants made of foam
They climb the walls of their tank
And jump into the water like walking the plank
They swim in the water as their teeth disappear
And their feet turn to tails, as if they were never there
I have two fish
One is orange, the other pinkish
These two fish of mine
They're quite divine
MOONSHINE ELIXIR
My rose perfume scents the hospital room
where he returns for moonshine elixir.
My eyes, wide and afraid at the pale monster
who glows with pinkish cheeks as he drinks.
I scream, from inside my brain, as my mouth
softly moans, “no...no…”
My friend strung a cross - pressed it to my heart,
but he snickered, for i’m far too close to the dark.
He forced a nurse to remove it — she wore it
to ward off the evil, that terrified my bedside.
He told her, as he licked his lips, “Keep it on,
or i’ll send you next, to the funeral parlor.”
She pulls out a hammer and a stake, “That
would be a grave mistake, monster! Watch
your back. I know where you live. Do you
have time to move before the moon is through?”
He seethes, taking it out on me, raping me
of the rest of my lifeblood. He screams
at the top of his unholy breath…
The nurse’s hair caught in its vortex, the stench
of death she can’t escape. He vanishes
and fearfully he is able to find a new residence.
She must always watch her back, be careful
that no one unhinges the clasp at the back of her neck
...not even her husband.
Each night she hears a horrible howl, the wind blows the windows
and doors, a pale reminder of the evil that stirs...
12/21/2018
See my poem Victorian Virtue
I expected a day of sunshine,
sit outside and sip some wine;
February gave us some warm days,
we thought spring wouldn't have come for a while...
the bakery below has the scent of bread that delights,
the laundry next door smells like waving clothes on lines!
Wrathful March disappoints everyone, it's a month so insane;
the saddened kids wanted tons of fluffy snow, not rain or hail;
the snowman's nose would have had a carrot dropped by a quail,
two big blueberries for his small eyes soon to be eaten by ravens,
two small slices of red watermelon for his frozen and pinkish lips...
hooray! they'd have been ready to pull him down the steep lane!
In my meadow surrounded by forest delight,
there are more cardinals than I can count.
They wait their turn at bird feeders,
not flying in more than two at a time. A lone blue jay
waits until last to be served. Robins and wrens do not
understand there is a protocol.
They swoop in on a cardinal’s turn.
Do not get me started on crows. They will eat a whole
field of seed in a mob of sixty in two or three minutes, and they do it loudly.
a fast cardinal swoop
pinkish streak in azure sky
the birdseed boogie
Climbing slowly ascends a silent invitation to witness heaven on earth
Emerging in layers of allure, a rising pictorial lifts emotional grandeur
Bringing closer and closer dome of sky, tempting to reach and touch
Glistening frozen peaks with pinkish sunshine attempting to converge
Splendor strolls tenderly to romantic overtures over crunching snow
As satiated visions swing on icy air-streams, floating on Top of Europe
June 18, 2018
First Place: When line six is a perfect fix contest by Silent One
Placed 8th: Mid June 2018 premiere contest by Brian Strand
NOTE:
Jungfraujoch is a scenic attraction located in Switzerland at an elevation of 3,466 meters (11,371 ft) above sea level, highest elevation in Europe.
Twenty years ago this month I was in Enid A. Haupt Garden, a manicured
garden surrounded by two rows of saucer magnolia trees. The magnolious
large, cup shaped flowers showcasing breathtaking display of white or
pinkish-purple petals with outer petals of darker shade of pink or purple.
The petals, thick, soft and velvety scattered on the ground and benches.
I was swept away by the pleasant fragrance and captivated by the scent, a
combination of sweet, floral and slightly citrusy. A fragrance so noticeable
for the scent wafted through the garden, creating a pleasing aroma, like a
sweet lemony candy. Unforgettable! When will I see and smell them again?