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What would a Halloween Stew be?
Would it be a mountain of bones under a tree?
Something mysterious like-
A carving in an untouched forest on a hike.
Would we be cooking rabbit fur?
We really can’t concur.
Why is there a pinecone on top?
For sure, this is a terrible slop.
A few bats appeared from their cave that night.
To eat this festive delight.
The werewolves lagged behind.
But they were feeling kind.
No fights broke out at all.
Even when a vampire got a call.
They took his last bag of blood.
Mixed it with old mud.
For the stew to be a feast.
For every kind of beast.
They saved him a bowl as well.
He liked the poisonous smell.
What would a Halloween Stew be?
Without some stolen candy!
So they threw in a few chocolates and some hard candies too.
After snacking on a few.
Then the stew turned the perfect green.
Started to glow with the addition of a jelly bean.
What could a Halloween Stew be about?
It gives us the energy to howl and shout.
We like the taste as well.
We treat it as a wishing well.
Toss in as much garbage as possible.
So that us monsters will be unstoppable!
Fruits are good for snacking,
Like an orange or a plum
Or a peach or nectarine
Or pear or apple, even some
Within the melon family,
Where even just a slice
Of a cantaloupe or honeydew
Or crenshaw would suffice.
Most people are content with one
When looking for a munch
Except, of course, for grapes because
With them, you’d want a bunch.
I wonder why, when Mother Nature’s
Plan for fruits was hatched,
She came up with the strange idea
That grapes should be attached.
There must have been a reason
Why on stems they’ve gotten stuck,
But it’s kind of fun to eat them
‘Til you find you’re out of pluck.
Team leader Renee peered out
of her faux gold window around a pulsing Friday noon.
“Almost like we’re puppets of each other down there.
Maybe everywhere?”
Albert, her partner and co-worker were apt to look down on the buzz where their joint venture, their central office, was located.
Quite often hoards of people of all age groups hung out, shrieked with joy, abandon, near the hazy plume cafe.
They were snacking and sharing purchases.
There was rainbow signage to the left of this group promoting all the companies within Renee, and Albert’s brief.
The name of their company was Hereafter Unlimited.
Close and “trustworthy” friends formed this postgraduate 7 person cluster which later evolved into quite a
mind-bogglingly complex concern.
Hair-raising hubs were hatched.
Geniuses one and all created one matrix after another of sequential self-financing companies.
Ideas among them spread like avalanches.
Songs and puns were sung.
They had “flames” or “wildfire” intensity at their fingertips.
They were at the mercy of their own brilliance.
Their aim was to bring countryside joys into every nook and cranny in their chosen capital.
There were bookstores, clubs, restaurants and other outlets named after the multifaceted rustic charms that obsessed them.
Each outlet had a communal dining area to draw in clientele.
The underlying idea behind all these shops, stores, stations
was to have a magnetic pull.
Havens, an escape hatch that would leave an out of this world impression on the visitor.
From energetic background music to kaleidoscopic screens, to elaborately sculpted tables, mahogany tint chairs, azure blue halo moon menus, kid zones in high jinx.
Cascade after cascade of hue swirls in tandem with jubilant dance trope very much in evidence.
A magic merry go round motif underpinned each inventive hub.
Once savoured, never forgotten.
Festivity a frequent festoon, mouth watering smorgasbord without rein running riot.
The element of surprise, key and kernel to atmospheres that thrived on visionary continuum
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Would like to come face to face with Gordon Ramsey.
Being on his reality cooking show quite suits my fancy.
Would like to create poetry soup worthy of his exaltation,
One that would make my soup a meaningful sensation.
What ingredients do I use,
Ones that would favor my persnickety muse?
The answer is simple you’ll quickly see.
Follow my advice, and the ‘bees knees’ you’re sure to be.
Start with a base of words so sweet,
Carefully chosen to make your poem complete.
Stir in a medley of metaphors,
While snacking on some petit fours.
Add a dash of delightful imagery
As you drink some wine from the local distillery.
Throw in a pinch of personification.
Stir and simmer and wait for aromatic conflation.
Spoon in syntactic seasoning for extra zing.
Remember to double check your apron string.
Toss in just the right amount of thyme.
Mince up some cadence and rhyme.
Throw in just a smidgen of wit.
Too much can be a distraction, I must admit.
Slowly sauté a couple of similes.
Doing so creates entrancing epiphanies.
‘Tis easy cooking up poetry—it’s like flicking your wrist.
Let the ingredients simmer while waiting to submit.
When it's time to serve,
Pour out your poetry soup with verve.
A steaming bowl, a feast for the mind.
You’ll nourish souls, one poem at a time.
*This is my First Slam Poetry Hope You Like It.....
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Somewhere out there
The world is all in slumber
Prayers have been said
Tears have been shed
Where people care waiting for a miracle
Sitting in the window seat
Cozy and warm by the fireplace
I listening to the soft crackling sound
Of golden amber fire
Waiting and looking out the window at the falling snow
Impatiently watching the cloud migrate slowly across the sky
A hidden moon back-lit a large cloud, fringing it with silver
Thrill waiting so long as patience can endure, a lifetime it seems
A soft whine and nudge with a cold wet nose to my face
Startling me to wake with a fright
With the hair on the back of my neck standing upright
As I tremble and brace myself with unutterable shock
Curiosity impelled me to move forward
Drawing nearer made me gasped
With trembles and thrills
Gazing upon shadows movement and the sounds of crunching
Near the fireplace in a high wing-back chair
Sat Old Saint Nicholas holding a cup of hot cocoa
Snacking on the cookies I had left
Listening to the music play “Jolly Old St. Nicholas”
12/7/2015
TREMBLES AND THRILLS - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Is it over, is it really now over,
Are we just dreaming or simply misled,
Can we resume the rest of our lives
Outside these four walls and the shade of our bed.
Can we now fill our lungs with fresh air
Breathing no longer through layers of cloth,
Or must we endure that little while longer
Protected indoors, cocooned like a moth.
Exhausted from watching show after show,
Tidying closets, climbing the walls,
Snacking in boredom, growing in girth,
Constantly texting, washing our smalls.
Hair growing longer, nails more like claws,
Roots ever greyer, solutions too few,
Pampered and spoiled, lost in a haze
Reliant on others, but whoever knew.
So tell us it's over, we pray and beseech,
Bring back the life we knew and adore,
Life's little pleasures all gone in a flash,
Staying cooped up is now such a chore.
Society getting worse cracking due to stupidity
Impropriety online so terse lacking any civility
Notoriety as attacking the diverse with hostility
Perverse aloof piety sacking truths no humility
Climate crisis averse backing fossil fuel futility
Oligarchs ransacking coerce with total impunity
Fracking to fill their purse another commodity
Snacking on the universe… despite its fragility
Hijacking but won’t reimburse any community
Whacking any protest…disperse in perpetuity
As hacking bots traverse at every opportunity
Migrants a curse sent packing as no immunity
No backtracking won’t reverse just absurdity
Won’t converse smacking those in impecunity
Kayaking above while immerse us in toxicity
Stacking Mother Nature on a hearse duplicity
BUT
Democracy averse just gerontocracy senility
Sacking due to perverse hilarity over polarity
Chapter & verse stop the slop no complicity
Won’t let curse of divinity go on for infinity
Clarity only charity ends gravity of depravity
Be a friend and nurse so can end the sterility
Go on rehearse and then will find tranquility
Don’t be adverse beyond lies some serenity
Intersperse with small wins…such simplicity
Happiness love & kindness is the holy trinity
Don’t hate frivolity has ability to create jollity
Does enhance...Americans say happenstance
Generosity and lovely luminosity of curiosity
A delightful dance of chance I call Serendipity
Getting back into the swing of it
After a break from my daily routine
Time to get serious once again
On my way back to lean and mean
No more snacking on cookies and cake
Restaurants? Must stay away
Back to salads and calorie wise eating
Riding my bike every day
At first the routine's a shock to the system
Laid around most of the summer
Time to get active and get the blood flowing
Adonis is just round the corner
Have you noticed lately people are more fit
Or is it just my imagination
We're all taking better care of ourselves
Certainly a smarter generation
Whatever the reason, it's sure a great sign
Nothing but good can come of it
A future filled with happy individuals
A generation of the super fit
© Jack Ellison 2013
If it is about our sins please forgive us
And rid Nigeria of leaders making our lives worse.
Its true nobody wanna die yet
Sugbon they have made sufferings our daily diet;
And when election beckons they become angels
Trying to keep the masses under their spells;
We used to have the Zik, Sardauna and Awos,
But these new leaders treat us like foes;
Now all we have is a sick Naira,
On our mountain now is a raging fire.
Kidnappings and killings...
People exiting through the heavenly ceilings;
We used to have a lot of eminent scholars
Now we have more of erudite skullers.
Ritual killings for money and power
Has turned Naija's sweetness to sour;
May we be wise to reject these politrickers
In 2023 else they'll keep snacking on us like snickers!
Niggyraslife Da Poet.