Long Pound Poems

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Baby Oh Baby

in a juicer, juice 
1/4 c of rhubarb
1/12 cups of strawberries
1/4 c of ripe red apple
1 cup of raspberries
1 inch of ginger root
1/4 c balsamic vinegar
simmer to allow mixture
to thicken, add one cup
of granulated sugar
and allow to cool.

one homemade pound cake
cut into about thirteen
slices, roll thin using
a rollin-pin
melt one cup of butter
paint all sides of rolled
cake, place in a preheated
320 oven for about 10-15 minutes
to allow the cakes to crisp
and become cookie like.. 
remove from cookie sheet and allow to cool

1/2 gallon of vanilla bean ice-cream
 2 scopes in a bowl
2 cookies on each side
top with berry jam mixture
add a couple blackberries
and whipped cream to top
sprinkle some roasted 
sunflower seed and serve.
Form: Ballad


Premium Member Lola

They got her in a pound some ten years ago 
A pup German Sheppard Who was the color of cola 
C.O.L.A. ~ cola
 
She barked at them and she wagged her tail 
As if to say... get me out of this jail 
her name was Lola ~ L.O.L.A. Lola 

She was not the world's most smartest little pup 
But she ate off a plate and she could drink from a cup 
Lola...Lo lo lo lo Lola 

Now I'm not dumb and I can understand 
Why a dog's best friend...they say is a man 
Oh Lola ~ L.O.L.A. Lola
 
I drank champayne in candlelight 
Because they said goodbye... to Lola last night 
Lola... Lo lo lo lo Lola
 
I must be the world's most passionate guy
Because, when Lola passed... it just made me cry 
Lola ~ L.O.L.A. Lola 


Dedicated: To my brother Paul's dog "Lola"
She passed away last night
dog
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Camp Mystic

Soft raindrop music lulled all to quiet
with dreams of fairies, strawberry Delight
Stars sent lovelights that winked off and then on
wind whispered “shh,” very soon will come dawn 

Quickly, rain grew restless, began to pound
sent enormous waves to hide the soft ground
Two rivers merged, creating a large sea
Higher, stronger grew sea's intensity

It thrashed and spun and at last over ran
the hopes and dreams of youth's happy clan
Tiny wonders with life's days still to know
 embraced by angels and lifted from flow 

Dawn arose to a promise that was  swept
nothing remained, but tears that were wept	
Garden paradise that once sheltered green
 torn, spilled over imagination's dream

Can there again be songs mingling with air
Can memories help those who lost, repair
Somewhere above, among soft, lilac clouds
are Mystic camp songs sung, offkey but loud

And, in a rainbow with a lovely face
are watercolors for those left to trace
moments of joy, each to gently unfold 
Then find tomorrows you can, again, hold
© Ann Peck  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Stag

Star bright is the Morning sun light.
The green the red the blues and trees.
Water sound a rainbow in the sky.
Grey clouds cover my vision but still the light.
Always the sound a thumping in my ears.
Running fast the thumping lasts.
My ears hear the Eagles whine as he climbs above.
other animals move under foot. Some small.
I hear their feet on grassy ground as their steps pound.
the river nearby splashes a song that my ears hear.
The sounds give me no fear but certain steps may do.
 I am never afraid but only one animal scares me.
The one on two legs running with death.
I will outpace it. But lose the race.
A small rock will pierce my skin and make me fall.
A life I lived of love and grace. But now what do I face.
The darkness has no right to take me the light opens a way.
I step through and see the fields so bright so pure.
No more danger no more to fear. I am immortal now.
The one who ends my life will suffer when it is their time.
To kill a spirit as pure as mine. Will end in his fear.
Darkness will engulf him for his crime forever.
How strange it seems to see all the hopes I ever thought.
Here I am seeing those I loved and lost.
No more heart thumping no more breath just a spirit.
Now I live the life of immortal love with a pure soul.

Premium Member Forgotten Valentine

February winds pound the siding scattering sand left by the snow plows through the gray angry air. The house seems full of small noises and little else. The cat has taken up his guard post in his rug-covered tree house and purrs in tune with the ping of the hot water pipes. Even the dust has settled.

empty chairs
surround a guestless table:
I stand cup in hand

Scanning the tidy kitchen with its Wedgewood-blue counters and rustic farm-scene border, I note, the cabinets need a good rubdown. Murphy’s Oil in hand I approach the oak with determination, and a soft pink flannel rag. The scent of lemon oil, crisp and clean, wafts past my nose. With great care, I climb a gingerbread chair to reach the highest cabinets over the stove. I balance, praying the seat cushion doesn’t slide out from under my feet. Opening the double doors, I view a stockpile of holiday décor, now unused. There below the paper Easter Eggs, I see them and a tear comes to my eye. Empty now, decades old, of all different sizes, red satin boxes, Valentine Hearts, forgotten. 

disturbed dust
floats past my eyes:
the clock bongs once

First Published in haibun Today Fall 2013
sad
Form: Haibun


Overlooked

11/7/22

Still there is bombing grounds
A whole lot of clowns
That talk down
I still help in saving lives some of which from a dog pound
Regardless if I ever make my mom proud
In the end it's all up to god now

Always being overlooked
Everything is what being sober took
The same said for taking a closer look
At times experienced it first hand and even wrote the book

Still f***ing up my kidney
They always they thought I was being just silly
But really
I couldn't help it and at this rate it will just kill me
It was once chilly
Couldn't just warm up from a cup of chili
At times caught up in a tizzy
Because it's tricky
Day and night in a corrupt city

I could care less whether or not you believe me
Decide for yourself if it all is that easy
From here to Waikiki
To Fiji
Beyond material  like a Lamborghini

Zero pain in my left knee
I could not name a song by Kenny Chesney
Life will always test me
Why are they so quick to judge and detest me
Regardless if people go against me
I'll never let it effect me

They always want my help
When it's anything strong or heavy as well as up high on the shelf

Across the Earth
Put in endless work
Traveled continuous miles 
Tribulations and trials
Difficult to smile
 They've been vile
File upon file
Could be compiled
To go through it all it would take a long while
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Cadence

A lovely cadence fills sounds of earth
as meadows waken with songs of birds.
Music that sweetens pleasures and worth
beat of each song--notes instead of words.

The trees rustle their spritely replies,
as summer breeze leads their melodies,
so that breeze and leaves can improvise
a soft tempo that finds devotees.

Purple clouds gather, thunder is heard
its rumbles causing lightning's bold flash.
Storm beats a rhythm, all are stirred--
viola's bass mourns and cymbals crash.

Soon, raindrops pound their opening,
softening their beat to gentle song.
Drops fall on willows--we want to sing,
Earth's cadence was around all along!

February 2, 2023
for "Writing Challenge--C Words--Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Cadence theme
First Place!
© Ann Peck  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Life's Aperture

Life’s Aperture
           by Odin Roark

Notice the light
Or lack thereof
How the details
Falter in shadow
But imprint in light

Naiveté thinking suggests
We can control light’s fundamental purpose
To assist our awakened perception

So why…

White/reds or shoot-ups
To leapfrog over natural time
Denigrating nature’s recharge

Yet

Oh how we think we know better
Pop a pill for this
Another for that
Pound our mood with her
Deflate our mood with him
On and on the quest to escape

Once

There was simplicity of understanding
When the sun came up
We did what we needed to do to survive that day
When the sun went down
We relaxed our weary bodies
Found simple comforts
Food
Drink
Sex
Sleep

Now

That perceptive opening
Our aperture of freedom 
Is being coerced
Tempting self-sabotage

Dimness informs
Alerting deprivation
Presenting discovery’s 
Illumination/Darkness

Might it be…

The yin and yang of lessons
One’s open and closed eyes
Has been reduced to manufactured
Mind games
Biological influences
Supernatural brainwashing 
Infiltrating our sentient power
With imprisonment

Dreaming can’t flip a switch for enlightenment
Nor find solace in darkness
For light is light
Dark is dark
Each dependent on the other
As couplet perfection 

To think about that
Is to wonder what higher cosmic intelligence
Would do with our evasion

Perhaps

It’s time to ask
Not what our brain can do for us
But what we can do for our brain

Ironically for some

There’s always Florida’s Mega Money jackpot
© Odin Roark  Create an image from this poem.

Do You Think of Me

Do you think of me when the night breeze touches your heart and the air welcomes your lungs to breathe 
Do you breathe me in with every breath
That mixes chaos and serenity into your loins
Do you think of me as the moon demandingly says hello 
And the cars brush off in the distance
While the crickets sing the lullaby of the night 
Am i warmth and love as you see me through those gleaming shade of grey 
Or is it fire and desire that creeps under your skin
Would you hold me close just to feel my heart beat into your soul 
Or because it fuels your ache for more?
I wish i could feel myself through your eyes
And drown into the stagnant depth of your mind
Because these eyes are not weary, they do not speak and these hands are so very sturdy and sure 
How can i ever know what you seek
What is it that you see
And can i ever penetrate this enigmatic heart
Will it ever let me pound its walls to set it free
I do not feel myself through you 
And yet i feel it all inside of me
Cautious but reckless 
And we both know recklessness leads into fear
You’d have it all right when it starts to slip in between your fingertips
So tell me with these eyes of grey
These lips that do not speak but devour you
These hands that hold you but for long
And for how much?
And with this heart thats always incognito 
Tell me
Do i feel it all 
Or do i stop the silent right before the storm.

Premium Member Extra

Embrace the way with lines that flow,
X-pound fond feel as ideas fling;
Touch with verse play word streams that glow,
Rise to the thrill of voice that sings;
Align the heart with craft of voice.
Fashion the urge in sonic pitch,
Indulge fine art as word stance poise;
Note that sure surge as vibes now reach,
Etch in brisk strokes the tale you tell;
Swirl in a dash beyond word trance,
Sense fancy yoke as strain cast spell;
Emerge from clash where feelings dance.
Blossoms of light sparkle in time,
Echoes take flight in rites and chimes.




Leon Enriquez
27 January 2016
Singapore
Form: Sonnet

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