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¦¦¦ whining ways of kings, ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ waning moons many
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what is left is the discrimination of souls ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ rewards for the royals, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
the skies with putrefied lies from its anxious beginnings
ancient alibis ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ starting wars ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
The sky is painted putrid brown, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
with spoken words ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ becoming ¦¦¦¦ in medieval dungeons
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ appointees—demigods with ice cold hearts
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the venue shall show evidence ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
electrolyte mix, lemon water, granulated salt, a family remedy
¦¦¦ sadness aside, ¦¦¦ crowds search ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ reason
¦¦¦ tears don’t roll down, ¦¦¦ fears ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ installed within them
Let the side show begin, ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
as the world watches sorrow ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ a dooming star ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ brightly colored with answers
it dulls with ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the peace longed for
a ¦¦¦¦¦¦ shadow performs casting confusion and can’t be caught
nor ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ innocent escape ¦¦¦¦ it, death ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ who near it
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the habit of lying, the unwritten script
not ¦¦¦¦ of transparencies, ¦¦¦ a bad performance flipped
against King George III ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ they say apply here
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ disregard for laws, ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ on the throne of frustration is the sorest loser ever seen
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Yellow chard stain index finger smears my logic puzzle,
Sour cream cilantro splatter quite the quaint “addition”
juicy brain pump lemon zest solution that I guzzle,
number crunching sea salt a spur to intuition
Roasted sweet potato has me snapping at the grid
toting up those lettuce layer 3 by 3 cells
carrot colour pencil point to “whisk” the sums I did
geometric square outside a salad bowl that gels
With mango stone eraser I can sculpt another route
Imagine all those French bean digits driving me insane
kidney bean ensemble sighs “give that row the boot.”
I sniff balsamic vinegar to make quick fixes plain
Sudoku trail incumbent has fresh basil hint in mind
while churning sumptuous avocado neuron cell alert
feasting off that figure fetish nutrient aligned
“You’ll crack this with some bamboo shoot” an Einstein voice might blurt
Basic rule of algorithm leads to Asian aniseed
Check online for symbolic totals, those grains that raise the stakes
rabbit food as tummy loaded “combo” itching to succeed
but one should pause awhile on computation,
for cayenne flavour breaks
Heuristically I dribble walnut fractions on a page
footnote to some taco leaf conundrum
Interlocking data cuts the mustard as we age
Another beetroot slice and cryptic teaser warding
off the boredom
NB I have an acquired expertise with regard to Sudoku
logic puzzles. But I also like to cook.
The nutrients sustain my Sudoku efforts.
Twins two headed, thy talents.
What on earth to say?
O kings majestic, paid rents?
Otherwise dismay!
Viralized infection?
Excuse means cut it out.
Downward thy direction?
Challenger lost his bout.
Ground, thy gold. First bought, then sold.
Polled and doubly old.
Warrior fierce, with hands a-cold?
Broken was the mold.
Things did not turn out right?
Well, smile on it awhile.
Counted stars in dim twilight!
Golem, please use thy guile.
Northward pointed all thy ways?
Dim like lingering days.
Stray not, travelers, from thy maze?
Carrion crows a-craze.
Flock of sun god, on thy left!
How to be bereft?
O dark chasm, stab to heft?
Open like a cleft!
Rock, thy rolling motion?
O portal, open wide.
What a quaintly notion!
Wormhole, thus woe betide!
Avalanches breaking free!
Devil seeking fee!
Dark fire blessings, may ye be!
Thunder o'er the sea!
Cold as harvest winters?
Autumn can have its chills.
Children can get splinters!
Grave robbers, paid thy bills?
Opopanax, thy delight?
Opium, pain is good?
Ore atop the hills of night!
Sirens sang of 'should'.
Doom, thy cloud. O burial shroud!
No use talking loud!
Widows, are thy heads a-bowed?
Fields of salt a-plowed...
Tonight sleeping thoughts awake a giant God
my dream moulded outside this world
I kiss you breathless sighs of mystery
in a thousand blinks a picture silhouette
Every second heartbeat skips with wonder
Straight to the soul echo bounces of chambers walls
Under a flower candlelight exploring magic
silver lining shadows with the stars shine unique
Dancing our love becomes the banquet
conquers all tunes as sweetly a songbird sings
Written in the sands salt a treasure
Of our time together sweeping pulsebeats
Who will stand before us as I kneel To honour
Because as one I will catch you and save your grace
Written: August 23, 2023
Soup Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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In the heart of the kitchen's lively domain,
Where pots and pans dance, a culinary chain
A simmering pot of soup takes center stage.
A recipe of flavors—an enticing page
With a flick of a wrist, the chef's hands command,
Creating a masterpiece, a dish that expands,
In the heart of the kitchen's lively domain,
Where creativity and passion—intertwine.
The shrimp is delicately placed in the pot.
As the chef's touch brings out the flavors sought,
A sprinkle of salt—a dash of spice,
Enhancing the soup—making it nice.
The aroma fills the air—a tantalizing scent,
Drawing in diners, their appetites bent.
Strong and briny, the flavors meld.
Creating a symphony, a story to be held.
But in this magic kitchen—a twist is at play.
For vegans and ketos, there's a feast on display.
Carnivores and herbivores unite with delight.
As the chef's expertise creates a dish that's just right.
No longer divided—by dietary choice,
In the heart of the kitchen, all can rejoice.
The vegan soup, a blend of vegetables and spices,
A burst of freshness—a taste that entices.
The keto option is filled with rich fats and protein.
A low-carb delight—a culinary dream
The carnivores indulge in a meaty delight.
Savoring every bite, their taste buds ignite.
In the heart of the kitchen—harmony reigns.
Where dietary boundaries—no longer constrain,
For the magic of flavors, the chef has found
A way to satisfy all, with culinary wonders abound.
So come, gather 'round, and taste the delight.
In the heart of the kitchen, where dreams bear flight
With soup as the centerpiece, a dish so divine,
In this culinary haven, there's something for every kind.
Cooking for your mate,
Goes Back to the caveman,
And ,yester-year.
Firstly, it must have delighted
The eyes, then mouth watered
The mind and finally settled
In an already over full tummy,
How yummy.
For over as far back as humanity
Goes, learning has traversed
An awesome culinary journey.
Cooking a meal for the love of your life,
Has brought a cauldron of pure inspiration,
To your kitchen, in which many hours
Of pure stimulation,
Will help to produce a meal of sophistication,
Containing pure aphrodisiac powers.
Preparing for your handsome beaut,
Or just thinking of the herbs, the spices and fruit,
The basil, pansies geraniums, added to the meal,
The over-powering aroma of your lamb roasting
In the clay oven, smothered with organ-um,
Course salt, a mixed pepper blend, rosemary, and
Squeezed lemons from your garden, finally,
A generous splash of rich, red wine.
All of this preparation has intoxicated you
In anticipation of tonight’s dine.
The grapevines dangling from above,
Everything perfection for your love,
Dinner in your pretty, pot-filled courtyard ,
Fairy lights everywhere, you’ve worked so hard.
The air full of expectancy,
And weighted with
A certain anxiety.
Temptation, being your cue,
Excitement and tummy butterflies grew.
Of course, magic had to be an ingredient,
For you are Greek and wise,
And looked up a gypsy’s advice,
The time just flew,
Whilst you whipped up an exotic brew.
Romance is the order for tonight,
To set his palette and heart alight.
The doorbell rings,
You let your hair loose
And untie your apron strings.
Everyone harbors a tattered fleet of bygones in dock
Old scores and sores of direct hits we've sustained
In past long gone battles and tussles, well past o'clock
But held as bygone mementos, your slate unclean and stained.
Forgiveness should not forget, but should move on.
Let sleeping dogs lie, let bygones lie and be bygones.
What's done can't be undone, let it be dusted and gone.
Bury your bygones deep, so your future is not cluttered with cons.
People you know and meet will tattle and tell on friends
Gossip truths and whoppers about what they have done wrong
But how does that help to make up, move on with amends
When the legacy of the past lingers, but should be long gone.
Like cartoon balloons, or stickies, bygones not gone
Pop up with messages, above friends, about who did what to whom.
Clean the slate, clean the desks, restart with blank icon
Having processed and churned over a past, rendered in salt, a plume.
Resolve to build resilience to cope with what's past
Expand your social engagement, divorce your bygones to past mast nailed
Set bygones adrift to be dashed in storms offshore, your harbor clean at last
To welcome fresh blow-ins with 'let's make up' blazoned on sail.
Salt a gin and tonic,
It’s too dry.
Assault my temple with sin,
Be honest,
You like the rye.
Look me in my honest eye,
Conversations with myself are the fondest,
Because no one understands me better when I rhyme.
Took a pen and across the paper it slides,
Scribble out the oddest lines.
Apply pressure to the page,
Trickle out ink until the pen has died.
Wet ink is promised to eventually dry,
But tomorrow isn’t promised,
For some reason I can’t help but question why?
After four portions of Moët fine wine,
I tend to think of life as if it’s all just a waste of time.
If tomorrow could be withdrawn then what’s the point of the “grand design”?
If tomorrow I wake up past dawn,
Should I consider myself only one step closer to dying?
Don’t overstep,
The temple has redrawn the walls and implores you to walk within the lines.
It’s not perfect,
But nothing’s wrong with second best.
When it stops hurting,
In comes walking Sudden Death.
We can’t always be our very best,
Attempting perfect,
It feels like burning,
The scars left behind showcase regret.
Axion, gone actual?
Energy low? Mass?
Sing within us all, moon full!
Shine in colored casse...
Opopanax, gears a-grim?
Young people these days!
Teeter on the crater's rim?
Success always pays.
Tamarisk tree, waking up.
Dreams from this one fly!
Covenant of drinking cup?
Do not deign to die...
Squirrel in deepest burrow?
Not this day, O my friend!
Fields with salt a-furrow!
Broken past the bend!
Winter snow, thy undertow.
Cold, take hold. O spring;
Which way leads to warp? Which woe?
Serpents, how you sting...
Gold on floor of old ravine?
Better leave it there?
Yellow eyes in skull, thy scene...
Press but don't despair.
Hope, tragedy. Rail or risk?
Horror, right this way!
Hell and Heaven, in a whisk!
Hatchet, who to slay?
Angels, demons, sacred art?
Cherries taste a-tart.
O explosions, tear apart!
Arrow, seek the heart!
End Times, tunnels, breath. Wind chimes.
Doubt, do not fail now.
Doom and Death dance on the dimes!
Best not to ask how...