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Come with me to Fontanella
where the bastions rise up high.
There the view is overwhelming;
nature’s beauty meets the eye.
Come with me to Fontanella,
the tea garden that’s unique
in the city of Medina.
Taste bud pleasure we will seek.
Come with me to Fontanella
when you’re dying for a cake.
You’ll be spoilt by the selection
of the goodies that they bake.
Come with me to Fontanella,
I go mad on nuts and dates.
You would drool for cassatella.
All we’ll leave is empty plates!
Come with me to Fontanella
Be it sun or be it rain.
An experience to remember;
you’ll return time and again!
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A cosmic event, singular and grandiose,
the Big Bang blast of the prime particle, the condensed light,
created mass in an instant that accreted by the nascent gravity
in the nebulous galaxies and in the flaming stars
of the archaic universe, expanding.
They all contain the history of time
not yet burnt nor consumed by the black holes.
They wrap the primordial light of the cosmos,
not yet dimmed nor dead in the dwarf stars.
Within the sphere of gravity of the stars
they build with the planets their empire in space,
each evolving their planetary structure.
Their destiny controlled by the stars’ energy
decides their future in the cosmos,
if they’d be in orbit or drift away in deep space,
decides if in them life would ever be seeded
to germinate or destroyed by the hostile celestial events.
In the heliocentric planetary system
the sun, our star, still blazing in primeval pride
made for us the blue planet, the unique earth,
in the limitless space a tiny speck of stratified rocks
where life appeared and evolved in diverse forms,
not yet thwarted nor reached their terminal time,
where man emerged as the species of selection,
not yet sure of the future, secured or face annihilation,
but when the sun rises and the horizon gleams in color
the pristine nature on earth comes to life in the present.
The cosmic design of the stars near and far
defines the astronomic architecture of the zodiac.
The night sky displays the harmony of the primordial pattern,
transmitted to everything that exists on earth,
decides their fate in some astral way,
not yet understood nor discarded as unsound.
Life may or may not follow the unperceivable dictate of astrology,
the stars will appear in the sky at their will,
take us to their world of fantasy on space odyssey.
As our crimson star sets behind the grey of the dusk
the night falls opening the darkened sky.
The stars of constellations open their eyes one by one
twinkling in blue glow that travelled for many light years,
an adornment of the night’s flushing firmament,
not yet stolen nor abandoned in the outer space.
The sprinkle of stardust sparkles in lovers’ hearts,
not yet deserted nor broken in shards.
June 17, 2018
I don't want to be starting any family wars
but hands up if you love your in-laws (long pause)
Be warned, yours could be around for 60 years
and be ten times worse than your worst fears
So I hope Groom you took care with selection
of those who'll do constant vivisection
and dissection of your most intimate habits
and who'll want you to get as busy as rabbits
Choosing your in-laws is more important than the bride
so I hope with the following rules you did abide
I'd go and hide if you've broken just one
You'll need a new alias and money to run
There are warning signals not to ignore
like them wanting keys to your back door
or the in-law who's a diabolical snare
offering you hand-me-down underwear
The underwear's been in the family for generations
It's been through trials and constipations
Good family relations will not stand a rejection
so run away now, or risk an infection
And watch out if when you court her
the girl always quotes what they've taught her
She's their daughter and you have no claim –
next they'll insist you take their family name
If your mother-in-law always overcooks
she's trying to destroy your wife's good looks
She doesn't want your hooks on her daughter so fair
so she'll make her unattractive with chocolate éclair
From what the groom's told me there's cause for concern
Every time he sees them they're strangely taciturn
It's when they're taciturn you've got to get away
because it's more important what they don't say
He said her Dad only grunts if he greets him at all
and talking to him is like talking to a brick wall
He's heading for a fall, like a sick matador
It's more serious than the keys to the back-a-door
It's not the folios they push on superannuation
or their career change 'recommendation'
It's not their consternation at his mountains of sin
Cor blimey it's worse, they want to move in!
Voices traverse the medians of my head
or, at least they used to...I thought I didn’t
always like what they had to say...at least
they said something that was interesting
I forgot what I was supposed to remember
a while back, I took my dog shopping only
I didn’t find what I was looking for because
nothing is exactly where we left it, there
is an illusion that it is the same yet I have
no proof and I am always seeking proof
what I see with my eyes I no longer consider
proof of anything out of the ordinary
would I recognize it if I could see it?
Squinty eyes makes the world a different
flavor of perception perhaps sweet, nooooo,
perhaps savory is the best selection of all
Would you know if savory was really
Sweet Heart to thine own self be true
no selflessness, no selfishness, only to
thine own self be true.
Geometry shows us God’s great fondness for lines
In the gazelles, birds and butterflies as well.
Everywhere we search in the midst of His designs,
Even in the sea we find many an animal in his shell.
Not stopping His ingenious design with mere creatures,
Or objects He fondly blesses with roundness,
That appear most often among celestial features,
He drew woman’s figure most curvy and boundless.
The womanly figures are of an exquisite selection,
Running the perfect outline from legs to hair,
Expressing haunting beauty with divine perfection,
And designed to please the heart willing to dare.
With circular lines it seems that He began
Depicting the face and hair with round design.
He moves then to the bust with a span,
And with symmetry amazes with the circular line.
Now on to the waist with its hyperbolic form,
He shapes with alluring symbolic notion.
Now cycling to legs God departs the norm,
And now straight lines obtain His promotion.
All of these sacred shapes and borders,
God draws from the world’s great sweep.
He conveys them from land’s four corners,
Cross mountains high and valleys deep.
God is the master of geometric arts;
He is the architect of spherical dreams.
And He fashions woman’s celestial parts
From the lines on landscape’s four extremes.
Now all of this is just to make very clear
My prayer that you be my spherical dream,
With starlight in your flowing hair,
Your glory will fuel my modest esteem.
To honor Harry memory
a much loved and respected poet
He could cast a spell with his clear verse
identifying himself with any sonnet
with first class reviews
No shortage of inspiration
He put into words what most of us can only feel
On the towpath ... between memories and the sea
sand slips out between the fingers
Harry kept his dream alive
(watch, train journeys via You Tube)
a desire to experience Norway by train
pass vast agricultural landscapes
through a rich selection of nature experiences
Sparkling blue rivers and gushing waterfalls
Winding mountain roads, fjords and valleys
Churches from the 17th century
Humble aging farms in places
one would have thinking that no one could live
_____ one day we'll drive this journey together
... you and me ... Harry
R.I.P.
24.05.2023
Anne-Lise Andresen
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Tributes to Harry Horsman
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
1st place in the contest
Arcane dearly loved institution really does make my blood boil
Clearly gravy train devotion yet still we don’t won't embroil
Confirm detest term “the firm” just makes me squirm and recoil
Handshakes from rakes on the take.. insane destitution we toil
Incest selection we suggest a contest like may be an election?
They josh oh golly gosh this tosh the Constitution didn't foil
Nation's fascination with wally Charles the Turd's coronation
Herd with this absurd have a word off their trolley veneration
No defection as the loyals' protection ensure all the spoils
Girth of their worth pilfered from serf & turf since birth oils
Even Randy Andy or scrappy snappy Harry can’t seem to soil
Kibosh posh arseholes nepotistic trolls on the Monarchy dole
End this whole sick rigmarole..Republic for each prole the goal
No parry views & news.. carry on as "Happy as Larry" crappy Royals
Now Santa"s elves are busy
they"re making lots of toys
and other pretty things
for all you girls and boys.
But the bloody truth is!
Their hours are long and hard,
the heatings on the blink.
Some bastard stole the plug
from out the restroom sink.
The toilet seat is cracked
it really is a sin.
The loo roll it is rationed
and is to bloody thin.
The Canteen menus awful
the choices very bland
and as for healthy eating
it is the saddest in the land.
The reindeer are abusive,
foul tempered and quite bad.
They all like interbreeding
no wonder they are mad.
Santa is no better
he"s always at the drink.
Then grins at all the elves
and gives a wicked wink.
The elves don"t have a Union,
they have never known the like.
So don"t take them for granted
they never go on strike.
But they have a sponsor,
like a cracker has a joke.
One that"s really big
a company that makes Coke.
At breaks they get a can
and a selection box of sweeties.
It is no wonder then
they"ve no teeth and diabetes.
So when you get your present
just take a Mo and sit
and dont take it for granted
you ungrateful little git!
For hard work is not easy,
so don"t you bloody scoff.
Those elves are nearly eunuchs
they work their balls right off!
and why?
So you can be so happy
when it is Christmas day,
they do it all for nothing
what more can I say.
Let"s hear it for the elves
for all the work this year
and thank your lucky stars
YOU dont have pointed ears!
The elves have left the building.
Thankyouverymuch.
Form:
While tending his flocks at the mountain of God,
There, Moses encountered a circumstance odd.
A bush was on fire, or so he presumed,
But nary a branch of it: charred or consumed.
This caught his attention; he turned there to gawk,
When all of a sudden, it started to talk!
God called out to Moses as Moses drew near;
He said, “Moses, Moses!” Replied, “I am here!”
God said, “Do not draw near to where I am found,
And take off your sandals; you’re on holy ground.
The God of your father and Abraham, too,
And Isaac’s and Jacob’s God; all these I knew.”
Then Moses, this shepherd, then leaned on his crook.
He buried his face; he was too scared to look.
“My people’s afflictions have come to my eyes;
I know of their sufferings; I’ve heard their cries.
I’ve come to deliver them from Egypt’s hand
And bring them up out to a broad and good land
Where honey and milk flow, a wonderful site;
There’s just this small issue of all of those ‘ites.
Moses, I’ve heard all their cries and their pleas,
And you're my selection to help set them free.”
Then Moses balked big, said, “LORD, I’m not equipped
To lead Israel from the land of Egypt.”
“I will be with you, Mo; here is your sign;
You’ll all worship me on this mountain of mine.”
“When I go to the children of Israel,
What name do I tell them? Who sent me? Do tell.”
“Say, ‘the God of your fathers, of Abraham,
Of Isaac, of Jacob: I AM WHO I AM.’
Just go, they will listen, for you are my voice,
And Egypt as well, for they don’t have a choice.
When push comes to shove and I stretch out my hand,
They’ll give gold and silver, so you’ll leave their land.”
(from Exodus 3)
The umbrella deploys on the morning beach
A device designed for our protection
A matter of natural selection for safety
To shade us from the nasty sun
And other things coming in from space
When the meteors came without warning
Perhaps they were comets or giant asteroids
In any event they were a nuisance
An annoyance we could not avoid
Some were as big as a school bus
But without the children or yellow
Closing in fast on us
Blotting out the sun for fun
Coming in for a crash landing
A sudden stop compliments of Earth
It turns out that umbrellas have limitations
They don't stop rocks from outer space
It is not their job
Some millions of years from now
When humans and dinosaurs reappear
Someone might reinvent the wheel
And perhaps an umbrella that works
So we don't continue to disappear