Long Savoy Poems
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WHERE TO BEGIN I LOVE MAN BECAUSE GOD MADE ME FILLED WITH DESIRE FOR MAN A GIFT TO MAN THERE WAS JOHN TERRY ALFRED HENRY CIRO LARRY ANTHONY CHARLES RETIRED SHERIFF THERE WAS DON HAROLD DON II JOHNNY ROBERT PHILLIP LEVI OH MY GOD I DARE NOT SAY THEE ELEVEN WHITE RUSSIANS EACH TAKING TURNS RIDING THE MECHANICAL BULL THERE WAS RICHARD JUNE BUG LOU WAS INTERESTING HE JUST LOVED TO LOOK HE WAS ALWAYS TOO EXCITE ATTORNEY CHARLIE WILSO.N OVER STRAWBERRY CHEESE CAKE BEN HOPKINS WHOLESALER USED CARS TONY BOLOGNY CAB DRIVER KINGS FROM SAIDI IRAQI KINGS YOUR HIGHNESS WAS THE BEST EVER NOT TO MENTION THE MEETING OF THE MINDS SGT MAJORS WORLD LEADERS CLERGY GOD BLESS THEM FOR BEING TEMPTED BY MY DESIRE ME WOMAN NO MAN COULD RESIST WHY MEN SIMPLY
LOST THEMSELVES IN MY DESIRE BEING AN ENTERTAINING A SHOW GIRL MARIETTA ROXY FOXY I DESIRE PLEASURE OF MAN HELL AM I WRONG I TRULY BELIEVE MAN WAS THE GREATEST GIFT TO WOMAN WHY I WAS ABLE TO BREED 8 TIMES THE JOY OF MAKING A BIG FAMILY HAS ITS PERK AND I ENJOYED EVERY MINUTE OF IT TOO THIS TRULY MAKES ME BLUSH FASCINATING TO SAY THE LEAST SGT SAVOY SGT MICHEAL PFC LITTLE THERE WAS FIRST SGT TOP SGT FIRST CLASS WILLIAMS MASTER SGT CHARLIE COMPANY SGT PERRY SGT HENDERSON MY MY MY SGT MAC GODS GIFT TO WOMAN IS MAN THIS IS MY PERSONAL GIFT FROM GOD BUT THERE ARE TIMES MY DESIRES REACH THE HOLY SPIRIT ON A SPIRITUAL LEVEL BOTH MY EX WERE CHEATERS SO I LEARNED TO LOVE ME MORE THAN MAN I COULDN'T IMAGINE MY LIFE WITHOUT GODS PRECIOUS GIFT OF MAN I CRAVE MAN GOD CREATED ME FOR MAN HIS REASON MAN COULDN'T BE TRUSTED TO BE ALONE SINCE ADAM WAS TRYING TO BREED WITH ANIMALS GOD KNEW ABOMINATION WOULD RUIN HIS EARTH WHO WOULD BE FRUITFUL ME WOMAN 8 KIDS 26 GRAND TWO GREAT GRAND PLEASURE MY REALITY BEING ME WOMAN THANK YOU GOD FOR MAKING ME FOR MAN WOW OH HOW I DESIRE MAN GODS MOST PRECIOUS GIFT TO WOMAN OUTSIDE OF NUNNS BUT I'M QUITE SURE EVEN NUNNS HAVE DESIRE FOR MAN THAT'S WHY THEY PRAY THE ROSARY AT 7 AM EVERY MORNING FLUSHING THE SINFUL NATURE OF BEING TOUCHED BY A MAN WELL I'M NO NUNN MAN UNDER ME ABOVE ME WITHIN ME DESIRE DESIRE THE COMPLETE DESIRE OF MAN AND WOMAN THAT'S GODS GIFT TO ME MORE MORE MORE MAN FOR EVERY WOMAN AND I WANT SECONDS YES PLEASE MARCO POLO I ADORE MAN EVEVY INCH OF MANHOOD REACHES MY DESIRE CREATING IN ME FRUITFULNESS I CAN'T DENY I THINK I'LL HAVE SOME MAN RIGHT NOW WHY NOT
Forthy innocent people
were heinously shut down,
the surly morning was about to rain,
then sunrise came and mothers wailed;
I also wept for their death as that tolling bell...
the flag they loved was lowered
halfstaff, a crowd gathered and sang!
Soldiers loyal to their cruel king
pulled the triggers obeying him, the accused
weren't allowed to show a cause for their insurgence,
but they choose death over submission and obedience;
who's thirsty for blood is condemned
by God, His children are equal and sacred,
and their loss is remembered on a morose morning
that saw their warm blood gushing
from their wounds, so there they lay with open eyes
and stretched hands not hearing their beloved' cries!
Yesterday they were as free as the soaring eagles,
their land with its forests and lush meadows
made them smile and increase their pride of inheritance;
did they suspect an invasion from the Northern king* who was
envious and thirsty for dominion and gold...
stealing their happiness and livelihood?
They gallantly fought and refused to be silenced,
and they vowed to defend what was theirs without hesitance!
*King Vittorio Emanuele II of Savoy connected the South (the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies ) to the Kingdom of Italy.
Can remember an ember from being a boy
Off for a trundle little me just a bundle of joy
Dream I am Roy of the Rovers or Rob Roy
Admit never did behave like Lord Fauntleroy
More up for a caper than being a paperboy
Dressing up always more Indian than cowboy
More bow and arrow shun the gun not my toy
Messing up older a bit bolder got first playboy
Each page teenage hormones rage their ploy
Confessing at some stage wore dodgy corduroy
Not a fave gave colder shoulder to sage Tolstoy
More plot thickens heart quickens Dickens envoy
Who's ever told sold better tales of the hoi polloi
Artful dodger that insightful and spriteful decoy
Delightful a bold cheeky and sneaky barrow boy
BUT
Liars & deniers stoking fires while we're choking annoy
Pariahs empires of desires requires knaves to employ
Craves those culture vulture raves which then destroy
Waves stroking cage of wage slaves to graves deploy
Don’t subscribe to tribe’s lust it must just surely cloy
Paths to Mars paves all caves in as did for Helen of Troy
SO
Won’t snaffle the health raffle... folks selling saveloy?
Or crickey chat to that spiky pikey prat yelling “Oi Oi”
We maybe all at sea but lets believe land’s nearly ahoy
Street food snack some heat... pak choi chilli and soy
Suss don’t ever be coy telling us what you dearly enjoy
The fuzzy warmth you feel clearly is the real deal mccoy
True birthday treat got to finally eat yearly at the Savoy
If beset then really never forget the reset for regret JOY
It was what it was …
The fantastic idea,
The thoughts of carefree and joy.
A few small steps is all it would take,
And we’d be living our lives in Savoy.
It did what it did …
This incredible dare,
To the notions of travel and explore.
Inspiring the house to become European,
With a provincial French swinging door.
It took what it took …
Every day of our life,
Devouring every dream that we had.
Leaving us both with nothing at all,
Turning our pride, hope and dreams into bad.
It has what it has …
Our ghostly friend,
Flying with everything that was us through the day.
It’s a bloated ghostly figure, a memory figure,
It ate our dreams like we were its buffet.
It is what it is …
My life void of ideas,
Safe from free thoughts, or joy or from care.
I’m existing once more, alone in my head,
With no flicker or shimmer or flare.
SHE WANTED AN "ATTA BOUIS": SO WE WENT AND GOT HER ONE!
THE CHEF PREPARED,......................
7 SLICES OF PORCUITIO
SLICE FRESH FIGS
SWISS CHEESE
SEVEN DOLIPS OF GOAT CHEESE
2 WHITE ASPARAGUS
2 GREEN ASPARAGUS
SEVEN STRIPS OF ROASTED RED BELL PEPPER
ON TWO SHEETS OF FILLO-DOUGH(BUTTERED)
MAKE SEVEN TURNOVERS BUTTER EACH SIDE AND BAKE UNTIL GOLDEN BROWN
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3 CUPS OF SUGAR COOKIE DOUGH
1/2 CUP OF SHREDDED COCONUT
1/2 CUP OF CHOPPED PECANS
1/2 CUP OF CHOPPED DRIED MANGO
3/4 CUPS OF DARK CHOCOLATE(SEMI SWEET)
1/2 CHOPPED RASAINS
MIX TOGETHER AND MAKE COOKIES
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4 NEW YORK STRIPS COOKED MEDIUM RARE WITH A LIGHT SAVOY CILOTRO SAUCE
1 TABLESPOONS OF HORRADISH
5 TABLESPOONS OF LIME JUICE
5 TABLESPOONS OF CHOPPED FRESH CILANTRO
1 CLOVE OF GARLIC CHOPPED
1 TEASPOON OF CAYEENE PEPPER
1/4 CUP OF BUTTER
IN A BLENDER MIX AND CHILL, SERVE ATOP THE NEW YORK STRIPS
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1 CUP OF SHREDDED CABABAGE (SAUTEED)
1/4 CUP OF BACON BITS
1/4 CUP OF DREID PARSELY FLAKES
3 CUPS OF MASHED POTATOES
2 EGG YOLKS
2 TABLESPOONS OF CRUSHED GARLIC
1/4 CUP OF CARALIZED ONIONS
6 HALFED BAKE POTATOE (INSIDES REMOVED)
MIX TOGETHER AND STUFF POTATOE HALFS
BAKE UNTI FILLING IS DONE ABOUT 15 TO 20 MINUTES
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1 CUP OF BLUEBERRIES
1 CUP OF STRAWBERRIES
1/2 CUP OF HONEY
1/2 CUP OF ALONMDS
1/2 CUP OF CASEWS
IN A BLENDER, MIX UNTIL SMOOTH, REMOVE FROM BLENDER, AND
ADD 4 CUPS FO PINK CHAMPENGE
2 CUPS FO ORAGNE JUICE
1 CUP OF A GOOD QUALITY BRANDY
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WE CALL THIS AN ATTA BOUIS!
1/3 CUP OF GORGANZOLA
5 TABLESPOONS OF BUTTER
I AM A HOLY WOMAN OF GOD NO FEAR OF YOUR HO HO HO HONDA THREATS ON LICENSE PLATES YOUR HOME INVASIONS IDENTITY FRAUD UPON MY SPACE I AM ME YOLANDA MY PATRON SAINT OF HUNGARY AND POLAND I AM BEAUTIFUL ELEGANT AS PRINCESS OF SAVOY YOLANDA I AM ALL ARMY STRONG I AM ALL THAT I CAN BE I AM MY OWN HERO I AM CHARITY I AM PEACE I AM COURAGEOUS I AM BOUNTIFUL I AM COMPASSIONATE I AM KIND I AM AWAKENED FROM DEATH JUST LIKE LAZARUS I AM CRAZY HILARIOUS I AM THE SUN I AM FRAGILE I AM BROKEN SUCKING MY THUMB I AM SHY I AM TIMID BUT CUNNING TOO I AM THE WIND RUSHING THROUGH TALL PINES LANDING ON THE MAJESTIC MOUNTAINS WHISKING THROUGHOUT THE PLAINS AND PRARIE LANDS I AM AWESOME I AM THE RAIN SOFTLY HITTING MY FACE IT TICKLES WASHING MY TEARS AWAY I AM FUNNY I AM LAUGHTER ROARING ACROSS A CROWDED THEATER I AM PRESENT I AM HERE I AM THE RIVER FLOWING FREE I AM THE LAKE CALM AND STILL I AM THE WINGS OF BIRDS GLIDING ABOVE THE CLOUDS I AM BEAUTIFULLY MADE I AM ME NO OTHER ME I WANT TO BE I AM BLESSED I AM THE FIRST HICCUP OF A FETUS THRIVING INSIDE THE WOMB I AM THE VERY FIRST SMILE OF A NEWBORN BABY I AM ONE WITH THE HOLY SPIRIT I AM THE BREATH OF GOD I AM THE TWINKLE IN GODS EYE I AM AN AMERICAN POET I AM YOLANDA I AM ME I AM PRICELESS I AM UNFORGETTABLE I AM JUST ME WHY WHO DO YOU SAY THAT I AM
Rays of golden sun, at orange dawn, I enjoy...!
I wake up, hearing chirps of birds at four O’ clock;
At fifties! Yet, I feel, as though a little boy...!
The earth and the heavens celebrate springtime-joy,
Timely changes in weather never my glee block;
Rays of golden sun, at orange dawn, I enjoy...!
Newborn baby animals race around in cloy,
In ponds around, bullfrogs in chorus gaily croak;
At fifties! Yet, I feel, as though a little boy...!
Breeze, as though touch me not, feels me and fades in coy,
Within feelings, like salsa, to xylophones, rock;
Rays of golden sun, at orange dawn, I enjoy...!
Seed drowsing, spring up and shoot up fresh green savoy,
Migratory birds to their homelands fly in flock;
At fifties! Yet, I feel, as though, a little boy...!
Sunshine! Shower! Wedding of foxes! Dogs convoy!
Ducks and geese and swans and swamps display their catwalk;
Rays of golden sun, at orange dawn, I enjoy...!
At fifties! Yet, I feel, as though a little boy...!
15 April 2022
Springtime Villanelle Poetry Contest
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