Long Raspberry Poems
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Walking in Milano
On a guided city tour,
I wasn't really certain
What delights would be in store:
A castle (or castello)
Which displayed, as quite a perk,
An unusual Pieta,
Michelangelo's last work.
A massive carved cathedral
And a mall with fancy shops
Filled with Prada and Armani
(Not my normal browsing stops)
And a modern art museum
With some wonderful displays,
Such a pleasure to encounter -
Worthy of a tourist's praise.
But let's not forget the topic
That's inspired this day's rhyme -
Yes, of course I had gelato
With 3 flavors at this time.
Hazelnut ('cause that's a given)
And pistachio to boot
With red raspberry I added
Just to try a little fruit.
When I think of this vacation
I will fondly look on back
With gelato as my guidepost,
Keeping memories on track.
Life like from a fish bowl, really!
Way ... encapsulated like above and behind, you know?
All those like gilded dado's of peachy-pink, gnarly puff, sweet aye?
All those awesome totally rad houses of
flannel-gray San Fran's Victorian Ladies, classic!
Life all sweet and wrapped in the ledges and overhangs, really!
Portcullis like totally frail, precious, half formed, clueless babes.
Really, half the town is like crazed!
Full of what-evers and dandy duds like newborns
each Lilliputian pop-up a sweet meat, smoked
stoked and toked inside their saccharin selves.
Life's a gay and grodie array of colorful buggers.
A,gag me with a spoon, side show of hard candy colored covers.
Really, like jujubes shaken from raspberry doors...
So take a chill pill, a coffee toffee, a licorice bit, a vanilla sucker
and get your most excellent self
with your killer looks and like surprisingly soft center
to sweet Ole San Francisco's scene.
*internal line rhyme [not end rhyme ;)]
** 1980's Cal i forn i a English
Contest: Talk Like That
Sponsor:Craig Cornish
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Why we're married to the Weather
The British Summer ebbs and flows, and with it moans of wrath and woe
They wait for months to see sun, they speculate will it come
It arrives… and within a week, they speak of burnt alive
It lasts for days or maybe weeks, the heatwave cooks, they act like freaks!
Too hot to work - life shuts down, or walk? They put their foot down
Does talk cease… no, we’d be so lucky for five minutes peace
The air conditioning breaks down, the shops sell out of hand-held fans
The ice cream prices triple, my favourite raspberry ripple
Then rain comes… and all you hear, can't we have a bit of sun?
The rain is fine, hardly monsoon, the fine stuff that still wets you through
The brolly blown and battered breaks, the drains are blocked, the mud is caked
The garden… I've a watering can, still a hosepipe ban
The leaves turn gold and gently fall, the clocks go back the darkness calls
The autumn colour palette, Nature's cue to hibernate
But travel… plans are stopped, because the leaves the lines have blocked
The winter brings it's usual tasks; road closures, drifts and icy blasts
The children play in snow storms, the snowmen built in quick form
And nature… stirs a surprising crop, the wakened snowdrop
The April showers, the Mayday flowers, the country fayres washed out for hours
We British moan every twist, but yet we cannot resist
Like a spouse… we whinge and grouse, not a change would we arouse
With deep rich currant I will paint my lips,
or perhaps with purple raspberry gloss;
upon my lush scented lips his kiss drips,
and we will lay on the grass soft like moss.
O, how heavenly is cherry blossom,
or a dripping bouquet of verbena;
I just love it - because it is awesome,
and will dance- float like a ballerina.
In my small garden is airy sweet pea,
a mingle of scents sublime- romantic;
have you ever just sat under a tree,
and just dream, dreams - of a love gigantic.
With deep rich currant I will paint my lips;
or perhaps with purple raspberry gloss.
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July 2, 2019
Poetry/Sonnet/"O, How Heavenly"
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1163-662-02
All rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
The Mercury Tree
Between dream and ashes, the moon sheds its old skin,
Under my temples lanterns grow like blue wounds,
And time, a faceless child, calls out through the cold walls,
I walk through myself as through a strange palace of mercury.
In memory's attic, moths dig their tunnels,
And every silence searches for a name inside me,
A god with eyes of ash throws the windows wide open,
And my shadows pour onto my tongue, like sick honey.
Beneath the city's skin sleeps a violet horse, starving,
It bites into the stars, leaving stations and mirrors in our blood,
We are born seven times from the first, foreign light,
And we die back, like a mute song forgotten in water.
Then the white garden of nerves rises out of sleep,
The silent trees exchange their roots with one another,
And the hand of fate stitches us into cold light,
And every wound becomes a threshold of smoke toward us.
Morning finds us with eyes of salt and heavy sleep,
And we carry, in silence, a nameless bird,
When the extinguished light returns to us from the depths,
And the secret, like a raspberry, cracks in memory's ember.
Forests are my safe sanctuary,
where among trees I find breathing space;
I find refuge when I need to be solitary.
Down green hued paths are bird songs merry,
each view, smell and sound I embrace;
forests are my safe sanctuary.
The wind flows over me fresh, cool and airy,
and I love the wildflowers like Queen Anne's lace;
I find refuge when I need to be solitary.
In nature all my sadness and grief I can just bury,
finding instead a portal to a magical place;
forests are my safe sanctuary.
I stop to rest and eat some wild raspberry,
noticing how the sky, clouds, and trees interlace;
I find refuge when I need to be solitary.
In time my soul and mind is no longer weary,
and I am left with nature's blessing and grace;
forests are my safe sanctuary,
I find refuge when I need to be solitary . . .
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August 14, 2022
Poetry/Villanelle/My Sanctuary
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1480-054-14
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
I met her only once,
the lean, mean calypso queen;
not every singer-dancer,
has driven a cable car.
She gave me a firm, handshake,
as if she’d known me forever,
to my very soul
and her light embraced my spirit.
When she spoke,
I devoured her eloquence;
as if it were a,
platter of buttery cheesecake,
floating in, chocolate-raspberry syrup.
I could have listened for hours,
to what poured forth from her
reservoir of wisdom.
Experiencing this tall,
Renaissance phenomenon’s light;
I found new joy.
Some folks just exude, a
huge bubble of spirit-gold.
Hers was gleaned from fields of
life experience,
some desolate; some abundant
and her labors were, pure love.
As the pen channeled her light
onto the front page, of my copy,
that poet-angel of love and light
wished me well.
How I hoped that her light,
would welcome me again, another day,
for I had truly met,
A “Phenomenal Woman”.
A raspberry is sweet—
yet seeing you leaves me fresh and sour,
regretting I didn’t find you sooner.
You make me pop when you smile,
like a golden retriever greeting the world
with pure joy.
You make me burst like confetti
the moment you show your heart.
You leave me wordless,
blank as white paper,
whenever you stick out your tongue.
You are rare as a blood moon
when your eyes open wide.
Will these sacred words ever reach you
before I leave this world?
This feeling crushes me gently—
like a raspberry pressed into juice,
slowly draining me,
yet never losing its sweetness..
Follow the best crepe recipe
Make crepes and set aside
In a bowl soften dark chocolate
Butter
1 /2 cups butter
1/4 cup of sugar
3/4 cups of dark or white chocolate
2 egg yolks
1/4 heavy cream
2 tablespoons of vanilla
5 of best almond liquer
Add
2/3 cup shredded coconut
1/4 cup of toasted hazelnuts ( chopped fine)
3/4 dehydrated banana
1/2 cup of chopped carmel bits
1/4 cup of dehydrated strawberries
Mix with chocolate allow to stand at
room temperature.
Than mix with 1 1/2 cups of
Unsweetened heavy cream
Reserve 1-2 cups for garnish
Stuff crepes in desired fashion
Chill.....
Garnish with
Fresh strawberries
Raspberrys
Mint leaves
And sweetened whipped cream
And raspberry sauce
Serve with orange liguered coffee
Or bottle of champagne!
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
I've heard that cantaloupes can't elope
It's against their moral code
And rhubarbs are NOT allowed to argue
Lettuce entertain you
I've heard that people sometimes turnip and pea
Not a very classy bunch I must say!
When you give somebody a raspberry it's very rude
Had another good one but it got squashed
Gourd won't let me make fun of his name
Grapes are not allowed to gripe
Bet you're not wild about figs... that figures
If you take a leek in a supermarket
Security will beet you on the melon
When the cashier picks up your fruit
It's okay to say, “that's a nice pear you have there”
If you give a horse a radish, they'll spit it back at you
I don't see what they've got to grape about
Okay that one was kinda corny
Cauliflowers are pretty in the spring
...beets me