Long Soufflé Poems
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Rainbow antler dragon had a tale that was wagg’n
He was joyful and colorful, an enthusiastic dragon
His antlers were throwbacks to Neanderthal days
No one mentioned it, for it was not a dragon’s ways
He decorated the antlers, to try to camouflage them
It made them even more prominent said his Uncle Jim
He had a light touch, and could make a soufflé that would melt.
He dressed in Scottish clothing, was especially fond of a kilt.
Rainbow antler dragon stayed single his entire life
Not that many women dragons did not want to be his wife
But he had other things in mind, he was fulfilled in every way you see
He had hobbies galore, and he read every morning until three.
She was a bookworm of the most finicky kind
reading every day with a book always in reach
at the thrifty store the books were all consigned
she rebuffed discriminately with slow impeach
and rebuked all books that weren't a food find
She ravaged books about cakes & pate de foie gras
buttered tarts, angel hair, and little canape things
books about how to bake fish and how to fry bass
like a true galloping gourmet she would bring
the recipes home, then make them sing...
When winter came she'd sit like a chow hound
and copy recipes into her little red book
feeling lucky for the precious books she found
Pillaging the remnants with eyes sharp as a rook
she made the kitchen her haven, and fair ground
Her recipe for lava chocolate soufflé had charm
and her English toffee lollies were never fickle
she bought her eggs fresh from the dairy farm
and when she made cucumber and gin popsicles,
you could lick to hearts content they do no harm .
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Covered Dishes
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The password is… password, shhh...
Try to remember if possible,
this sure-fire way of getting through the door;
Entering indeed, as with all lithesome ladies,
and their dithering dogs, after
entreating the big dude at the entrance gate,
with licorice sticks and cauliflower juice on ice,
and leaning over long enough to show off the planets,
those spinning orbs of a mathematical universe,
now turning madly and centrifugally, sucking
out the eyes of the pleading fools,
dressed in rage, and wont to feel the ancient eclipses,
those silent but grunting interludes unseen,
all dressed in satin boredom, all flummoxed
as with clowns, dressed in neon failure,
who now offer smiles and winking winces,
to the sad-eyed pedestrians, and
the red-lipped ladies with the wide-brimmed hats,
out to tease with nylon exposures,
around the bleakly lighted doorways
to dark entrances, without eyes to feel.
You were sitting there with legs crossed,
a cocktail dangling from your frozen fingertips,
like a fainted ballerina in the splitting moonlight.
In front of you, on the table, covered dishes
covered tureens, with surprise taste delights simmering,
shouting out in mute languages of the multitudes:
What is under the lid of this blue dish?
What is beneath the cover of this steaming tureen?
I turned to see other dishes and other culinary settings,
and instead, I saw you among the bon bons
and the flaming surrendering soufflé.
You wore that same translucent skirt with
the lightning stripes and the chiffon protestations,
and as you rose from your chair with howling legs,
there was no hell and brimstone in what I saw.
Then as with a silent hungry leopard,
setting exotic eyes on my stilled soul and quivering body,
you took my hand into yours, as easily as one might,
and with straight-staring certitude, we politely exited
from this quiet pedestrian grille,
this obscure café under the yawning stars,
hidden behind festooning flowers,
draped on hungry trellises,
for the hopelessly outraged.
Little Riding Hood
There once was a girl dressed in red,
Who wandered where wolf tracks had spread.
He grinned wide with glee,
Said, “Come closer to me…”
But Grandma hit him with a loaf of bread.
Sleeping Beauty
A princess slept deep in a keep,
While thorns climbed the towers so steep.
A prince tripped in mud,
Arrived covered in crud—
Yet still woke her up from her sleep.
Jack and the Beanstalk
A fellow named Jack climbed the sky,
Past clouds where the cold winds blew high.
He stole golden hens,
Then ran home again—
While the giant yelled, “Come back, you sly guy!”
The Little Mermaid
A mermaid with seashell-blue hair
Traded voice for a prince tall and fair.
Though walking brought pain,
She danced in the rain—
And discovered sea witches play unfair.
Cindrella
Cinderella fled from the hall,
Leaving one little slipper to fall.
The prince searched the land,
Shoe held tight in his hand—
Though her sisters could barely fit all.
The Three Little Pigs
Three pigs built their houses one day:
One of straw, one of sticks, one of clay.
When the wolf huffed around,
Only bricks held their ground—
And the wolf had to dine on soufflé.
Beauty and the Beast
A beauty once lived by a beast
In a castle prepared for a feast.
She looked past his roar,
Found a heart to adore—
And the teacups all danced, quite pleased.
Snow White
Snow White bit an apple so bright,
Then collapsed in dramatic delight.
Seven miners stood near,
Crying into their beer—
Till a prince kissed her back into light.
Aladdin
A lad with a lamp in a cave
Met a genie both flashy and brave.
With three wishes to spend,
He gained riches and friends—
And escaped on a magical wave.
Rapunzel
Rapunzel with hair long and grand
Dropped braids down the side of the land.
A prince climbed too fast,
Lost his balance at last—
And landed headfirst in the sand.
In a perfect world, you are making me coffee,
just the way I like, point two five cream, and point
five sugar. It is a perfect world because I can hear
you sing and we know how you hate it. It is 7 in the
morning and we’ve woken up early because that’s
what we do in a perfect world. Love happens in
little moments in a perfect world. We collect these
mementos and god knows we have a jar filled with
these. You look at me every day and don’t wish for
anyone else and since it is our perfect world, I wish
the same. We move out of this place, we go to work,
we come back home and it is perfect. It is perfect.
Is it perfect?
I swear I saw you gag on the soufflé I made, I hear
your audible annoyance when I asked you about
your favorite anime. There are moments in our
conversations that are lopsided, flaky, downright
awkward. There are moments in our jar that are
okay, just okay. We reach out for each other’s
hands but somehow they get twisted instead
of getting entangled. It is like being handcuffed
with a tree and the tree never grows. But it’s a
perfect world so we go to sleep and wake up with
you making me coffee and I wishing for no one but
you and it’s perfect.
Exposure & Hiddenness
Surely writing may endanger:
Creations make life a bit stranger,
Poetry comes from the Greek,
"To Make" and thus To Seek,
Is Part & Parcel of Making,
Disparate becomes one in Baking,
Words discover Ideas from Chaos,
Which once divulged ascend a Dais,
Where there's a means, sharing the Discovery,
Am I awfully alone in witnessing a Delivery?
The only one in the world,
To see your newborn unfurled?
A little while ago, I was in lonely storage,
Now suddenly, besieged by conviction courage!
Broadcasting the heretofore unknown,
Can tear asunder in violent gust blown,
It's Warhol 15 Minutes of Fame,
That can distort my humble Name,
Why is there a systematic flaw in sharing?
In that I may lose an aspect of caring!
Honor is an enormous if unintended risk,
Ego soufflé corrodes the self bisque,
An unsuspected, foolishly lost, treasure,
Uninstinctual, unmatched in measure,
Is Keeping the Lid securely, safely On,
Preserving my Inner Self Hidden!