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I was stuck in the back of a small car again,
Not enough air, raging heat, suffocating sun,
Thinking of physical exercise, freedom and poetry,
And of the French and their liberty run.
I spoke English sometimes with a speech problem,
But I always spoke French without,
So stars collided when a man on a motorbike,
Pulled up, and in French directed us with clout.
It was in Ibiza where we were holidaying,
Having persuaded mum and dad to go,
But being so confined in that car distressed me,
So I was relieved then, ‘cos French I did know.
When I journeyed out for walks on my own,
In my blue electric wheelchair so serving,
I had conversations with the locals in French,
And for me they were their smiles reserving.
.
I saw her's at the
distance
I tried the whistle
It flew out like
tweety bird's
caught by sylvester
featherz and
all
hern soon
oke
choked
Hitherto
i whistle not
at fine
hers'
her's
lets lips
mine
not
*i ofttimes spill the nouns (the)hers
:>shemales; i meant, females..(did so ')
(the)shes
therefore I explicate and may the poetic astute
accept mine artistic license :) hers: females... 'period'
shes: the feminine plural ;) oh stop ,)
edvard'z lisp and *sensitive feel> (fem~i~nine)
^:uh wight guy ') her's: possessive
* oke^ hern: belongs to her e.g. her's, in the broader sence; 'twuz her decision I.e; the poet, can say "her breast were in mine maws", yet, wus it her decision that her breast were there(the 'terse' poet would need to explicate, cramming hiz lisp with unnecessary werdz)..but, if the poet (i exspecially)exclaimed; "hern" breast were in mine maws", hiz readerz intuitively would know, that 'she gave' her breast up willingly(her decide). If the poet exclaimed; "hern pussie wuz pink"
^('she' lets poet see it's
pink
etc.)
i pray there be shes reserving sum hern for mine
indulge....words...that's what i well i tried to meant ')
The need to not feel
There is a need to not do
I do not need to think I knew
When life is without you
I do not need to focus
What is there exactly to build?
Can I even again fall in love?
When I’m in love with you?
Hope to always be given in every love story
A same difference in every story yet anew
Dicing a one way ticket in ever current monopoly
Rolling to bring steps ever closer to you
Further and nearer…. perhaps
Is it too much… was it too few?
Foolish and wiser… reserving to clasp
For every once more a me and you
Simply a time for a lifetime
We are wise to be the fools
A one lifetime if not to find
The meaning of life without you
I let 7 pounds of chicken marinade
in 2 bottles of wine rosemary thyme garlic, 1 hot pepper
we added no salt thinking sodium intake could be monitored
midway through preparation. in the morning
I preparade a batter, of cayenne garlic powder, onion powder and celery powder
with some smoked paprika. dusted the chicken and fried
it slightly golden in some Olive Oil.
I prepared 2 pounds of bacon cooked, crumbled and measured
about 2 cups. set aside.
______________________________________
mix Together
4 tablespoons of tomato paste
1/4 cup of brandy
2 tablespoons of fish stock
1 T lime juice
mix and set aside
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Sautee in bacon grease and Olive Oil
chopped 1 cup of mushrooms and two cups cleaned whole mushrooms
1&1/2 cup of carrots sliced
3 cups of diced onions
1 cup of yellow bell pepper diced
1/4 cup of or 5 Tablespoons of minced garlic
-----------------reserving 2 cups of marinade
-----------------------------------
in a large oven ready pan
add chicken,4 cups of veggie stock or chicken stock or both
pour in strainbed wine from marinade
and 2 cup of water
mixed with tomato paste mixture
add bacon and veggies
cover with foil and cook at 350 for one hour and fifteen minute
un cover check temperature adjust seasonings and salt
cook until chicken reaches 165 degrees.....
serve with mashed garlicy potatoes and or mashed sweet potatoes.
Best with cabbage and kale combo........Or a String Bean Dish.
There was a humming sound
Hornet Honeys were in town
Promoted by the media as a new found
Getting the buzz
And nectarine the love
Looking for interlocking rings
Claiming they know things
Thackray got wind to this invasion
And what talent the band was raisin
Antonio got the text
Immediately he showed up ready to protect
Reserving a room
Where Thackray will display a groom
Hiring a source
Strategically approaching the Hornet wearing nice shorts
Reporting “Thackray will change her name
Wondering who is going to complain”
Knowing her West Ham United had everything going
Bride to be bought a bag of rice worthy for the throwing
Hopefully, the birds won’t explode
When the buzz get pictures worth gold
Not to make the wasp women feel like nothing
Sorority scream gave the singer stingers something
Teeny
Deeney
A well noted blues meanie
Made the big story get
Right into Thackray’s spider net
“Three points I will survive
Go back to being the worker bee in the hive”
Returning to the hole the buzz stud did creep
Where the company he did keep
Talking to the wasp women on the phone
Giving them a tasty bone
In a fantasy tone
Since they were not really known
“It is most certain
West Ham United won’t get the relegation curtain
Apparently the Hammers will play another year
To high profile cheer”
As the honeys listened
They too should stay in the big time mission
“Not to worry
Citizens will be here surely
Relaxed no need to hurry
Since they will be next
We will deposit match checks
Then have upper league respect”
I recognize a tune from album of your songs
And listen intently to impressionist sounds
As you hop scotch from branch to branch
Like a child all excited, frolicking in playground
Peeking from behind shamrock green leaves
Singing of love in blossoms of dogwood tree,
As you tease a female, flapping your round wings
Showing off white patches, revealing breasts
Pointing curved beak to articulate a message
In verses of romance, courting your soul mate
Inviting her to celebrate the visions of spring.
A prolific singer, you mimic songs of blue jays,
Woof-woof of dogs, and croaks of hiding frogs,
Wailing screams of sirens on ambulance moving fast
And hasty beeping shrills of my alarm clock;
Reserving your very best for ardent mating calls
Choreographing dance-moves fit for wedding halls
As you seduce a female on youthful virgin date,
Aspiring to one more voice, one more etiquette
Adding to repertoire another song of desires
Pursuing next newness, next chase to happiness.
June 30, 2019
Placed 4th:Pick a title, volume 6, personification contest by Edward Ibeh
Title chosen--The Mockingbird
HM: Strand choice 3 contest by Brian Strand
ICE NINE
The sourceling of anti-matter,
morphed in, a slithering form.
From Darkness's anteroom chamber-
The wormhole, in escape-
The place where disobedience was born.
A
S
p
i
r
a
l
staircase, passage-
from Satan's spawning floor.
The full embrace of the fall, from grace-
Leading to a pit, a chasm within,
a vacuous sore.....
(The Abyss)
An Epitaph to Hopes Epiphany,
suffocation of man's denial.
Viper's soliloquy on Life's Headstone-
singing Hade's Reprisal.
The Manacle Frost seeped in, absolute,
in a stigma of waves.
Grasping, ill repute,
adorning its crystal plague.
Sculpting a stoic coffin,
for the Deads Winter.
Thematic serum, preserving decay,
reserving sinners -to it's chaotic
pain of spread-eagle splay.
Delivering retribution of hydrous tentacles-
A black mosaic, sadistic, iced anti-miracles.
What once were flowing streams,
now, solid, cataracts, in the shade of heresy.
Clogged arteries,
unstirring unto Death's Trident.
Neptune's chill, unforgiving, arrant.
Blood rigid, arresting the heart of Heretics.
A frozen mirror casts justice's like image,
reflecting back from the Abyss.
Unrelenting, this visage, to the fiends,
strewn about the thick of it.
Icy fangs sink in their eternal repress.
Yes.
The Sickle of Death's Angel.
The Fog of Hade's Breath.
Christmas by Invitation
My dearest Emmanuel – God with us -
Answering your Christmas celebration invitation
Reserving stable Space Via this Prayer
Watching with a child’s delight
Your birth announcement rising up above the snow
Of star dusted mountaintops
As you hang your welcome wreath of fiery silver stars
Upon Heaven’s door
Like candles in eternity’s windows
Guiding this poor pilgrim to your jubilee through bowed mountains -
On a broad highway in a valley raised from exile -
Bringing only a gift of simple love in tallow tapers
Like a holly branch aflame not singed,
No longer with the pacing heart of longing
Across the exiled mystery
In anxious steps of prophecy
Warmed in the radiant light of comfort and peaceful mercy
Then nurtured at the feasting table
Of your sacred midnight silence
Where forgiveness gifts each guest
Through Heaven’s gracious door thrown open wide
To fill our stockings with new confections
Of praise and prayer, parables and psalms
Humming to yourself in chimes
Inside the living holy grail
Of love’s perfection -
Prince of Peace in ploughshares and in pruning hooks,
Wonderful Everlasting, Counselor -
Wreathing garlands of holy darkness
Fed upon the nectar of your sweet spice in nascent joy
My thanksgiving gushing in the dews of nativity
For eyes that see, strong limbs that run, ears that hear
And homeless hearts finding shelter -
Wonder in twinkling tinsels of gratitude
Awakened – rising up - in the first born cry of a baby boy
And closing this RSVP in joy filled anticipation of riding
On a wave of majestic magnetism of Christmas blessings
Flowing in days to come
When we climb your mountain in your great light.
11-28-20
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Contest: Christmas Poetry
How the thought of her smiling, sick, rude face
repels me. What ever was I thinking?
My time lost in her sickening embrace
was loathsome, base, gross, foul, vile, and stinking!
O, why gave I myself to one so whorish?
So eager was I to love; young, naive,
and simple, I failed to see then how boorish
she was—so blinded was I to receive
her. In hindsight, I would undo the past,
and remain forevermore a virgin—
pure, and chaste! No shame's in that; but the waste
of not reserving myself was my sin.
For me, carnal knowledge came at great price;
I've learned my lesson, and I'll not err twice!
I told my kids when they were young
That education was its own reward.
That its primary purpose was not
To get a great job or to become wealthy.
When seeing a very special table setting,
My kids asked who would be coming to dinner.
That's when I told them that they were the
Special ones, and that we would no longer be
Reserving the best table settings for others.
When I dared to admit to my two boys that I
Was unhappy about what I had achieved in life,
They corrected me by reminding me of how they
Saw it. Hearing what they heard and how they
Saw it changed my way of thinking about myself.
I remember having 4 heroes, 3 of which have
Passed on. Last year I was reminded that there
Were 3 other heroes that I had not considered.
After consideration, I determined to write my
Daughter and 2 sons. I informed them that they
were my heroes, and told them the reason why.
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