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Setting: a cafe, chamonix, in hand a tea.
Across- a woman, seated, not seeing me.
Embarrassed I am,
that I, a questionable I,
like a lamb: 97 and 1 kilogram,
am engulfed by her,
like Noah by heavanly mer.
Can I help it?- No!
That this Helen
this doe
or maybe Annabel of Poe
has transfixed me so
No!
For she, unbeknowest to anyone but me,
has -- like a jockey to horse--
narrowed my vision, my every decision.
My goals, my independent roles,
are all now but foes
Dürers'crows
to that of this woman,
to that of this Syren;
A homeric vision calling my name,
my thoughts [set completely in frame].
For she is Femme French,
whose lip, whose tongue, whose
unequaled gaze,
melts hearts, muffles minds, and
spirits sets a daze;
She is a picture Romaine-
a poetic refrain-
a Cloud Loraine-
Tout l'univers(se), turning perverse-
all those once sane.
And when you, pardon- she
speaks; «please, more tea»
she, unknowingly, speaks to me,
wow, she trully speaks to me.
Votre langue francais,
what can I say.
We in the west, at our best
butcher and hack at our speach,
yet you- lyrically spue- a harmonious
coo,
a ventricular breech....
Our « (c)(h)(o)(c)(o)(l)(a)(t)(e), »
americanized, anglasized,
Is not as sweet as your---
« chocolat »--- taste that
mmmm-hmmm
tis better, the way you pronounce every letter
as in decrouver, or illuminer.
To think, that this, your verbal kiss,
turns me so amiss.
But lets ((focus))- back to the Now,
sitting in chair, starring at her hair-
tied back, pulled back, let's get abstract:
lips parted, bangs parted.
Her cheeks lifted- my heart uplifted.
Facial confusion!
Her eyes whisper, « mister, »
maybe sinister?
Who knows, maybeee... the nose!
Striking a pose-
Running, twitching, creating true woes-
in a heart that weeps, reeps, but rarely sows.
Now you can see what she does to me.
my mind is adrift, but who cares- What a Gift!
To be lost in her presence- a humble
peasant- in the present is a present.
So- I'm sitting in a chair,
staring, glaring, intimately at her,
seeking, searching, for our eyes to
meet, to greet, in lustful heat,
for her to return my gaze
and to be lost in that haze till the
end of my days....
But wait.... What is this.
Something is amiss.
A realization, a *****?
OH GOD....
I have a *****...
****. I'm just another creepy loner.
Form:
Flaming steaks and ice cold drinks
you thought good food had become extinct
until you ate here and gave us a nod and a wink.
Appetizers galore with soft stringy cheese sticks, artichoke hearts deep fried
with a taste of parmesan cheese and a dip to please.
bacon wrapped shrimp you might want to frame, seared sea scallops that
make you want to gallop, stuff mushrooms that'll make you croon, escargot
and baked claims as you eat them you'll definitely leave a stain
Ice burg lettuce or romaine with fresh dressing all homemade.
Lobster bisque soup with a deep rich taste if you don't like
seafood try Tomato bisque instead, French onion soup either a bowel
or cup just don't be a glut.
Your auntre is about to start your just warming up
hot garlic bread with a wonderful spread, Chris's secret recipe if he
told you how he made it you'd be dead.
Succulent steaks porterhouse, ribeye, serlion, T-bone and of course filet
add garlic or lemon butter to dip, 'hooray!'
Chicken flew by giving you legs and wings deep fried
want a little less oil try the fresh grilled chicken
fit for a royal.
Hamburger, cheeseburger just choose your cheese and of course
add bacon please. Want an egg on top sunny side up
when you squeeze the bun it will definitely erupt.
The beef is so fresh the cows stopped mooing when
it hit the grill with no sign of stress.
Vegetable melody or a little broccoli please.
The potato why so many things I can do
baked, French fried, homefried or even mashed
some round or shaped like a torpedo.
Baked fish Talapia, Flounder or even Sea Bass
'Oh' so fresh. We have an aquarium in the back,
just teasing we use a pole and bait at our near by lake.
End the evening as you sit back with a luscious sweet dessert
but please don't drool bibs are provided if needed
or even a paper sack on your way out.
Just remember as my Daddy always said,
'You all come back now you hear, friends are like family
and we hold you all dear!'
Coming Soon: The new "Fire and Ice Grill and Pub"
T Reams
P S its POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 15
Many thanks to you selected poets;
Of sharing your whispers from God,
tho you didn’t know it;
Each letters and each word;
Reads so very dear and well;
Joys of your souls cheers;
Covenants of choice, reading your voice; Blessing peace be still;
Please keep writing your skills;
Rhyming verses blessings of course it’s
… P.S. Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it;
Each letters and each word;
Reads so very dear and well;
Joys of your souls cheers;
Covenants of choice, reading your voice;
Blessing peace be still; Please keep writing your skills;
Rhyming verses blessings
of course it’s… P.S. Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers
Moses Sichach 325
Muhadzis Ghafur 333
Naledi Segosebe 366
Nancy Lee Kaufman 318
Nandita Das 54
Natasha Turner 131
Nathan Hannen 333
Neil Delport 269
Nelvy Gracia Majaw 375
Neva E. Romaine 111, 61
Newton Ranaweera 257, 303
Newton Rathnasiri Ranaweera Kalu Arachchige 300
Ngoc Minh Nguyen 345
Nia Feren Puthanveettil 438
Nicholas Windle 119, 232, 79
Nicola Davidson 173
Nikolay Lopatin 363
Nina Parmenter 261, 9, 91
Nora Gibson 197, 286
Nyonglema Christian Pisoh 266
Ogino Makoto 342
Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser 100, 145, 86
Panagiota Romios 124, 53, 71
Pashang Salehi 151, 326, 96
Patricia Cammish 367, 368
01/06/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
I am sitting here with my pen
Wondering what to write
Don’t want to think of the topic
Or the subject of love tonight
Some say I write about love to much
It’s in most of my poems
Some thinks it’s my own emotions
And I pure my feelings into them
Yes some times to write a poem
You have to put your heart into it
And then fiction and reality blends
Like a colorful sweater being knit
When any one read my poems
I like to leave them thinking after
So I write from many sides of life
Fill with tears, love and laughter
So today I won’t write about love
I think I will give it a rest
There are a lot more important topics
Maybe I can try to address
But the only thing that comes to mind
Is the woman that I’m crazy about?
Her beautiful smile, her starry eyes
And sweet voice from her cute mouth
My heart melts every time I see her
And like a wave she swept me away
And she glows brighter than the moon
Over the beautiful maracas bay
Oh sorry, I’m writing about love again
It’s just so hard to not think of her
But Let me stop this poem now
And get a next sheet of paper
Maybe I will write a song
With a nice melody to get you hook
And look for some pictures for it
And later post on face book
Or I could write about la romaine
By my cousins teddy, bobby and daughter
Hanging out, playing cricket and football
And helping my aunt sell by the cinema
Or about our times in Indian trail
Going in the bush for grapefruit to eat
Or when all the kids come to marabella
To spend holidays on ramsamooj street
Or write about learning tailoring
By ram mohess tailoring on Lord Street
And when ram send me by takoor, s
To buy bake and beef for the workers to eat
And its where I meet my best friends
Derek, jacks, Carl, gangadeen
Then Derek stop going to parties
Join Hare Krishna and shave his head clean
But I can’t stop thinking of her
And I just want to write of the love I feel
And I will blend in fiction with reality
So no one can tell which part is real
Scant animals with their glassy hoped-for eyes
draw near to my crumbling step.
I think they want to sing me something,
carol a Mozart aria perhaps,
but they cannot
so they lift furry eyebrows
shuffle as if to say, ‘we can’t,
but listen to the wind
in the cavities of our bones,
it whistles both merry tunes and dirges,
it echo’s the past and the present
but all our four paws are here in the moment'.
A jowly mouse
with the face of a New Jersey cop
edges closer than most.
“We are not trying to warn you” it says,
expressing its lack of words
in the brisk modality of pigeon-toed dance steps.
“We are not begging for food or love”
It is Spring now and we are out here
happy to have come through.
We are a deputation, a clique, and a clack
calling you out into the bare hedgerows.
There are new threads and tubes
driving upward from the twiggy earth ---
--- you’re acting like a dead man
and so we gather here
to awaken those other little animals
that nest in your fat and fiber.
Lead them out soon or they will eat you
and you will have deserved it -
that is all.”
I nodded respectfully
at the red whiskered rodent.
Leaving the door open a crack
I went to the kitchen
to chop the head off a dead chicken.
It was time to eat and not be eaten.
Spring is whisking its mush.
A dry wine has aged fizzy and fine,
it is already shaking it’s splashy bubbles
ready for the sipping summer suns
to come.
The light outside these walls is porous,
thus I will go
I will go to the hedgerow,
hang a winter scarecrow by its ankles
until it coughs up, a new free range
Spring poem worth the eating
one with garlicy kisses, a round Romaine lettuce,
with a lightly garnished piquant dressing.
When down San Fernando
See my cousin on Coffee Street
I said “hey what’s up cousin
Been a long time we haven’t meet
“Man you change your number
tell me How have you been?
The last time I saw you
Was at rianna and Mackie wedding
Then we take a bus ride
Going to maracas beach
Drink out a six pack
By the time we reach
Under a coconut tree
We watching girls passing by
try to talk to one
She said “don’t even try
We know Sometimes
A little communication is good
Time and distance
Can be misunderstood
Went to see my brother
Down penal at powergen
Hey”long time no see brother”
How is the wife and children?
Soon after lunch
We went to shoot some pool
Then hang out in the gallery
Until the kids come from school
Time to leave now
Walking out of the gate
My sister in law gives me some food
To take home in a plate
We know Sometimes
You got to go see your family
Because blood is thicker than water
We all are leaves from the same tree
Me and my brothers
We all get in Rogers car
and Visit the families
From Indian trail to marabella
And in the evening
We gone to lime in la romaine
with bobby ,teddy and daughter
Next week we plan to do it again
We know sometimes
A little fun is good
Because time and distance
Between families can be misunderstood
Sunday morning in 2nd street
Playing cricket and football
Shirley cooking lunch
and Send riad to give us a call
Curry duck and bush up shut
Black label rum and cold beers
Eating drinking and laughing
Sugar boy” says let make a cheer
We know Sometimes
Having a good time is good
This is what we need
Life can be misunderstood
For the precious little unborn souls - in the womb
But not given their chance to suck in the Breath of Life
To find their way through the dusty storms of experience
And to grow and blossom
Into the lovely beings they were meant to be
.....Will there be Justice for them.....
For the families of people murdered - unjust destruction of life
Caused by those whose cruelty and selfishness knows no bounds
Waiting with empty hope for the peace they deserve
To see their loved ones avenged through a system
Set up to help those who caused so much hurt - the searing pain
.....Where is the Justice for them.....
For the children caught up in the insanity of abuse
Their bodies and souls raped; their hearts starved for the love
And the affection that should be theirs - the wait
For the systems that are supposed to rescue them - and yet
They are returned to those who hurt them the most - and then they die
.....Was there Justice for them.....
For the innumerable and wretched poor, needy and oppressed of the Earth
Who are always with us - deliberately kept that way on purpose
By those whose greed has bled the Planet dry
With their hoarding of wealth, riches and unbounded excesses
Cold compassion - forcing the poor to help the poor
Ignoring the request of our Creator - To Share
.....And Justice For All?
Not Yet!
SOMEDAY.....
Written By: Neva Romaine
8/28/2015
(Original Post for "What is Your Form of Justice"-9/17/15)
For the breath I took when I opened my eyes, to start this new Today
For the smile in my heart from knowing Your angels protect me along the way
I am able to stand up, to walk and run; to lift up my arms toward the sky
In this blessing of movement bestowed upon me, there is nothing that I cannot try
I thank You that I can experience life; to laugh, and hug, and dance
To share Your love with humanity - I am willing to take the chance
I praise You for those that share in my life, whose love and support I have found
And the helping hands that hold me up - when trying times get me down
Though the love of my life has passed away to join You in Heaven's Rest
I give thanks to You for the years we shared, for we gave each other our best
There are those who live in fear and pain; many souls who are lost and forlorn
In Your Word You said Christ is always with us, and so they are not alone
I thank You for hearing our prayers Holy One; sometimes we pay You no mind
But Your thoughts toward us are more than the sand, and they stand the test of time
So thank You, Great Yahweh, Creator of all - the Heavens, the Earth and the Seas
For giving Your Son, Your Spirit, Your Word, and providing for all of our needs
Singing praises to You, Father Yahweh, I'll sing praises to You everyday
To You I give thanks and to Christ, Your Son, for helping us find our way
Neva Romaine
10/23/2015
Inventing Cusher Ball
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Botrytis she spoke of the need of these things
a tantilizing pleasure she spoke
the admiration of the tears a marvelous flute and
a beautiful wine.
Veritel one asked as she then made reference
to the wine
which was made from the fruits of the feild
which type of grape she neglected to mention
her husband then spoke saying the Trebbiano Toscano
are stars of this show
which performance is pleasing and granduerous
the lingering flavor to the finish
which are appealing and perfection
the crispness of a frosty autumn moring
you can hear the sun and dew
crsiping up to a trebbainoish sound
the smiles of pleased persons mind you
smiles of satisfied palettes.
piano, strings and light percussion
they oven dried tomato's
red bell peppers, jalapeno, green bell peppers
and yellow squash, garlic, onions and two anchoive fillets(minced)
when the veggies were dried they sprinkled fresh parmesean and Mozzerella on a greased cookie sheet-cookie sized
and topped it with the dried veggies, baked until the edges were
browned. they decorated the salad
a salad that was topped with a egg yolk salad dressing(mixed with a oil based itailain dressing)
on romaine lettuce, croutons, boiled eggs,ham, grilled chicken
tomato's, olives, mushrooms, Soppressata
served with a grilled Alliagater Gar Fillet
a dessert of Key Lime Pie and Coffee.
On this side of darkness there are all good things
There is dancing, rejoicing - we laugh and we sing
On this side of darkness you have lots of friends
No sadness, depression or heartbreaking ends
On this side of darkness you enjoy great sights
The beauty of Heaven always shining so bright
Sweet sounds of canaries and birds fill the air
There is nothing to harm you, there is no despair
On this side of darkness we have lots of fun
The children are happy; we play in the Son
On this side of darkness there is no more pain
You share in the blessing of soft, healing rain
On this side of darkness your needs have been met
There is plenty for all and no need to fret
On this side of darkness there is peace all around
We know how to share; and love does abound
No stealing, no killing, no tearing apart
No sickness, no terror, only joy fills your heart
No crying, no sorrow, even death has fled
On this side of darkness - no tears left to shed
This is not meant for all. Only those who believe
Through repentance with Faith, this Kingdom we receive
What a blessing to walk in love with our King
In His beautiful Garden; it makes my heart sing
There is no sacrifice that I will not give
For the privilege to know that
Through Eternity we will live
By: Neva E. Romaine