Long Princess Poems
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2 cups of pureed roasted sweet potatoes
2 cups of sliced mushrooms ( sauteed in olive oil)
6 cups of pork stock. OR
3 1/2 cups each of pork and veggie stock
5 tablespoons of crown royal
1 cup of sauteed onion
1/4 of sauteed crushed garlic
3/4 of sun dried bell pepper
2/3 cup of chopped spinach
1 cup of heavy cream
2 cups of shredded roasted pork
2 cups of diced boiled potatoes
2 tablespoons of cayenne
1 teaspoon each of thyme ,rosemary, fennel seeds
2 crushed tumeric
5 tablespoons of orange juice
7-8 poached eggs
Poach eggs set aside
Bring stock, sweet potatoes, and heavy cream to a boil
allow to thicken.Add orange juice crown royal.add all but the eggs. Taste and season. Add eggs top top of soup in serving bowl.
That's When Innocence Ceased To Be
Frilly dresses decorated with flowers
Giggles that could melt the coldest heart
Good night tickles and hugs and kisses
Crayon colored pages of revealing art
Displayed proudly on the fridge door
Near the height measuring chart
Flour smudged from head to toe while rolling out cookie dough
Up to elbows in soap suds washing dishes at sink
Playing dress up with mamma's jewelry and shoes
Pretty dresses and her shawl of mink
Tooth fairy visits before dawn's light
The silver dollar found 'neath the pillow
Squeals of delight
High upon Daddy's shoulders
In the crispy morning air
Searching for the Easter eggs
Left by the invisible bunny
Treats hidden everywhere
Watching from the bedroom window
The darkness late on Christmas Eve
Seeing Santa flying through the air
On his reindeer pulled sled full of toys
Now she really does believe
The first wild flower bouquet presented
To a cherished grandma
The tears shed when it died
The first tricycle, first scraped knee
Taste of romance
When with Joey she played the blushing bride
Bringing home the hobo cat
Wrapped in blanket silk trimmed
Lengthy chats alone with her now brat cat
Playing among fall leaves blown to freedom by autumn's wind
Wiener and marshmallow roasts throughout summer holidays
Overnight campouts under the kitchen table
Covered in sheets that reached the floor
Decked out in princess costume on Halloween
Joyously trick or treating door to door
Very first taste of a lollipop, ice-cream and once only mud pie
Then came the day it all changed.........
With the arrival of shame and guilt after telling her first lie
Back then,
backyards were big enough
to nurture a growing soul
and provide a space
for the earth to play out
its seasons in full rehearsal.
There were wide tracks
of grass, trees to climb,
old sheds to rummage
with their interiors full of tools
and bric-a-brac
webbed in history.
There was food - ripe tomatoes
and corn from a vegetable patch,
grapes swelling
under a cool canopy of vines,
soft skins bursting
their dark sweetness
inside expectant mouths,
almonds, apricots and the luscious
dribble of a warm peach
down sticky cheeks.
Some had roaming chickens
with their bounty of eggs.
Backyards were blotting paper
for a child's hurt, a hiding place
to get away, a theater
for projecting the phantasies
of a sheriff or a princess
high in a golden tower.
And in summer, a sprinkler
casting a gauntlet of cold spray
for tiny feet to challenge.
Then it all ends
when backyards become
too small and more exotic places
call a restless soul to leave
its Eden and break the spell
of its beginning.
One slushy day, a Jolly fisher fishes
a wishing well, where he knows splashy fish is.
For Princess Tricia's favourite dish is,
a plate of little squishy fresh whitefishes;
and Tricia gets all she ever wishes.
Too selfy selfish to accept shellfishes,
Dogfish, Catfish, or even some Swordfishes;
and despite her mother's pushy tisch tisch tisches,
a plate of little squishy fresh whitefishes,
is all that Princes Tricia ever wishes.
The dashing, raffish, jolly fisher's wish is
by fishing for the squishy fresh whitefishes,
surely he should switch Tricia's fishy wishes;
then introduce and show some swisher dishes.
A Jolly Fisherman Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Date wrote: 8th September 2022
Happy children with masks parade house to house,
Sneaking and creeping in way of a mouse.
Wearing cheesy cat ears; one a rhinestone crown.
There goes a princess in a glowing evening gown.
Superhero with invisibility cloak, power of flying.
Hershey bars next door? You’d better not be lying!
Blurry harvest moon shines with her best light.
Why does it always rain so hard on Halloween night?
Left on many porches are big plastic bowls of candy.
Here comes a cowboy; his red pistols are dandy!
There goes a dad, camouflaging his can of beer.
Halloween fun comes back like clockwork year after year.
Curse you! Oh! The river of time,
Why should you be so cruel
And embarrass your beautiful chime?
Why should you bring her carriage,
To ruin the song of love,
To ruin a beautiful marriage?
O' Princess of the stars,
Don't go so soon away,
What does this land lack,
So plenty in the distant stars far away?
The Mononoke may still be standing high,
Waiting for her next prey,
Let her sleep,
For she will be tired
Of all the standing.
Let us sing the song of love,
For it will be a sin to leave it unfinished.
O' Princess of the stars,
Let the river of nebula be born from your hands,
Where we shall sail in a land,
Where reality and dreams meet,
Let each colour touch me,
As they touch you,
Let your song echo through the galaxies
For eternity,
Let time become futile,
Let its river dry out,
Let us sail for eternity,
Let us be lost and be found again as stars,
Stars of eternal youth, with stories of love to tell.....
It began...
One day in a far off land where roamed the fearsome Chanticleer.
There lived a mighty military man of rank, if not of prowess.
He sought to tame the wily beast to bend it to his purpose
and dress its unsavory meat with secret herbs and spices.
And so it goes, the word was passed to every town and village,
to every man of strength and worth, "Come join our quest...
and feed the hungry children."
From far away the call was heard and answered by a chevalier,
who sought his fame and fortune.
He joined the ranks of other men to best the bird in battle,
and lead his hand to take a stand for all that's good and honored.
To journey long he caught a strong and fire breathing dragon,
shining bright its scales alight he flew for many hours.
The light grew dim as the beast gave in and landed on its talons.
Soft and round they touched the ground and squealed like pigs in fallow.
Alighting from the silvery beast and eager for the challenge,
he gathered with a band of knights at a local tavern
for a place to stay and to plan a way the beast to slay,
when he saw the king's young daughter.
He stared agog like a love sick dog as he laid his eye upon her,
exotic was she with her silken skin and gentle and elegant manner.
She looked at him and he saw her grin which took his breath away.
The princess sighed and winked her eye, a different beast she hunted
Her hair aglow in soft warm tones her golden eyes aflutter.
A spell she cast to lure her catch and imprison him in her dungeon.
The knight of old, his soul she stole, his quest was now forgotten.
And so it's told of a love so bold, a man's love for another,
Her hero now with a different vow, a new quest did he follow.
He asked the king,"May I give a ring, to your lovely daughter?"
The king agreed, eager was he, to find this girl a husband.
They moved away to a magical place, a kingdom unlike others,
where kids can play and sing all day and irritate their mothers.
Through many days both bright and grey they strove to love each other
Though times were hard they made their way, their problems just a bother
She bore for him, as time ticked on, two gentle loving daughters,
and there he stayed until old age as husband and as father.
...and they lived happily ever after.
09/16/15
The little girls open’s out the window
To see the sunshine late at night
Is it her Guardian Angel she wonder’s
Or has mummy come back tonight
She lost her mummy some years ago
Who on her deathbed swore she would return one day
As an Angel just to see her
So she was to watch for a strange light to come her way
She so much wanted her mummy’s hand to guide her
Now she was growing older by the day
So as to lead her down life’s pathway
Every which a way
Mummy is that you I see before me
Causing such a pretty sight
It’s as though the Sun is shining
And you are caught up in its rays tonight
Suddenly a hand appeared from nowhere
And grasped the little girls real tight
She felt a kiss upon her cheek
Not scared, it felt so right
Just the way her mummy used to do
Before she went away
She saw the face she recognized
She had lived with everyday
I will always love my little Princess
So sorry I had to leave
But I will always be with you
You no longer need to grieve
The light then gently faded, her heart was full of joy and sadness
For now she knew mummy was always by her side to hold her hand
She would no longer miss her and said goodnight Mummy, God Bless
I will see you later in the Promised Land
There is a fable our folks used to tell,
With a witch, a knight, a princess and a dragon as well,
in the end, the witch and the dragon were dead:
both fell in a water stream, their blood mixed with the weed,
the knight rode thru the summit with the princess
holding fast his chest, on the horse back, motionless.
No one hears when the story is over,
The book is closed; it has a brown leather cover,
And the children went to sleep,
But the silence is too intense and so hard to keep:
What did happen with them, before ever after,
When they rode to the sunset together?
The princess leaned and closed her dark eyes,
resting all journey, all three long days,
Even when the storm was strong:
She was safe and knew there could be no wrong,
She finally found a place both fair and just
Where she could rest with her heart filled with trust.
The knight did not need to say a single word,
He was silent even when thanked the Lord,
But as he heard her soft rhythmic breath
He also saw a glimpse of Heaven in this Earth:
With her sleeping embrace
He was rewarded with blessed grace.
And this happens outside the book,
Do not try to open and look,
The Knight and the princes are only inside
Their own wandering mind,
Unless another tale brings the witch and the dragon back
You will have to follow their remaining track.
Force that keeps the Earth in orbit
Around the Sun.
Nobody has ever seen it
Until the line
Of a falling meteor is drawn
On the night sky;
Until the tiny seed has grown
Into a tree;
Until people can clearly see
What's low or high.
Force that pulls the tide and the spring
A little bit.
Defiance to it is showing
The top secret
When a rocket escapes the Earth
To discover
The universe's wall and its birth.
Newton is found
When an apple falls to the ground.
It's here and there.
Force that lets the Moon rise and set
In the dark night.
Force that makes Heaven and Earth meet
Before our sight.
When raindrops fall on a flower
Magic happens;
The latter's color turns brighter
Under the Sun.
In love I fall with a woman
To the heavens.
To Princess