Long Stew Poems
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Rather than crank up the heat...
and ratchet up global warming
like bubbling vegetable stew
with tsk... tsk... heard
courtesy Greta Thunberg,
who would utter "how dare you..."
I bundle with layers to stave off cold
energy efficiency drilled courtesy
me late mother conserving
nonrenewable resources she extolled
now ewe best heed following suggestion
wool worth 3d printing than wearing
a sheep doubled over
along dotted line to fold
cuz expending (fossil fuel)
leaving carbon footprint
would immediately being lectured
by ecology conscious eldest daughter,
(a University of Pennsylvania
biomedical engineering alumna)
who would mildly scold.
Myself and thee missus holed up
here within Highland Manor Apartments
(unit B44 in case you wanna drop me a line)
we're here moost every cold December day
sipping warm cup
of our favorite beverage
exotic coffee latte brew
suits this muttering pup
actually yours truly
a doggone ole
long haired pencil necked geezer.
He can be found moost any given warm Green Day
shuffling along boulevard of broken dreams
overhead skies colored rosy gunmetal gray
occasional huff fro zen cloud slashing solar ray
heating inside cozy nook,
though outside temperature brisk,
nevertheless for winter quite balmy
while I sit here heavily clad,
hence yours truly quite toasty within
perfect weather for wedding,
especially one hashtagged December/May.
After dusk i.e. established misnomer known as sunset
occurs 4:36 Post Meridiem heavens quickly turn jet
black today - Thursday, December 10, 2020 (EST)
whereby darkness lulls one into sleepiness, I bet
dollars to donuts impossible mission
to keep eyelids opened, particularly if sleep debt
necessary to pay the sandman,
who knows maybe you gotta get get
comfortably numb vis a vis temporarily unconscious
state, whereby dreaming of a white Christmas
analogous to eventual Elysian Fields,
where divine creator
conjuring Nirvana and/or
a place called Willoughby
if a believer, said Almighty eventually met.
Cherub's unfurled fingers faithfully extend to his fallow fringe
hung from a chest made firm by suede, sweat and rain.
Chernobyl blue irises mimic April '86 radiation,
dessimating her Cherokee's sense of societal decency.
Devoted to her capture, suede cape kidnapped,
kept protected.
Kernel lodges promise in her gut, cob of compassion sprouts
from yellow potential.
Shrewd Indian whisks his skin of citrine amber sap seraphim
away, to landscape blameless bare.
Motor mumbles underwater torture breathes through
chrome clothing.
Frothy stew swirling storm of snake flesh snow flakes.
Cherub's education quells emotion, pain never developed.
Teepee tall frame levitates in opaque of inequitable love.
Flimsy slim strands strong in Cherub's raised comprehension.
Fringe flown backwards flattens beneath her face,
bohemian bombastic.
Dislodged sand grains foretell
Grasp nestled naive fledgling
Prospered pillion flame
7th June 2022
Written for Contest:
Like A Child
Sponsor:
Regina McIntosh
Here at our Cafe'
We serve the best brains in the City
We only pick the freshest
The pink, the plump and pretty
We like our brains real lean
It's the healthy way to eat
So we trim off all the fat
And we cut-out all the meat
But Our recipe's a secret
You mustn't tell a soul
We use a lot of fruit
And of course veg-e-ta-bles
Then we, Chop, slice and puree
Filet, fry and boil
Dip, roll, then saute
Season, salt and oil
Cut, mince and marinate
Stuff, simmer, stew and baste
Freeze, and refrigerate
Then add more salt to taste
Bake, broil, and then roast
Steam, stir with ladle
Sear, brown, braze and toast
Then serve it to your table
To prepare a Limerick stew,
You need to find three rhymes, then two.
You arrange them in order (the three form the border)
Just like Edward Lear used to do.
Always check the syllable count,
For you must have the right amount.
To perform with aplomb, check “How many dot com”
And afterwards always re-count
With the preparation complete,
If you’re sure the layout is neat,
Turn the oven to four, then close up the door
And give the thing two hours to heat.
Your Limerick’s done, that is that.
And it’s time to learn it off pat.
Now it’s opening night and you start to recite.
Let’s hope that it doesn’t go flat.
Life happens when you're busy,
Making other plans,
And things are often side tracked,
By circumstantial demands.
When you least expect it,
And sometimes when you do,
Life throws you a curve ball,
And some folks sit and stew.
They fuss and cuss and grumble,
Stomp their feet and call out names,
When it's just life in one big bundle,
And there's no one to blame.
Stuff happens, that's the way it is,
Grow up and face the facts.
Learn to face it like a man,
Stop putting on an act,
Like everything should be just fine,
Should be a bed of roses,
Well every rose bush has some thorns,
As well as blossoms for our noses.
Life justisn't perfect.
It's just not meant to be.
It's not your fault and it's not mine.
There's no use blaming me.
Relax and learn to smile at life.
Just take it as it comes.
You really have no other choice.
You might as well have fun.
Learn to laugh at life, Chill Out,
You'll come out better in the trade,
If when life hands you some lemons,
You'll make some lemonade.
You'll live a whole lot longer,
And maybe keep your wife,
If you stop your griping,
And accept that that's just life.
Judy Ball
In every apple, an atom resides;
in every Adam, an apple abides.
So it goes and goes, apples
toppling off tables in rhythmic waves,
falling through slits, convincing themselves
they are particles instead.
Whether in a pie or the depths
of your eye, it remains a life
enlaced with apples.
Even saws wield charmed abilities
to see both down and up, felling
trees born from swallowed seeds
of time, nestled deeply, inside apples.
Apple begets apple, begets knowing,
tasting apples sideways and blindfolded,
shielding your naked red delicious
from no other than yourself—
though some claim it was the figs.
Apples in motion deceive, looking
at you like two when you blink;
it's wise to check the number of shadows
before expressing a sly look or disagreeing
with reality, mattering up the gravity of it all.
Too much energy and not enough ease
for Adams and atoms in a closed system
cloaked in apples, lifting their skin
revealing only what you inquire of them.
The method of questioning determines
the taste of the pith—whether it dances
towards you with the hip of a granny smith
or slides a groove, creating gravy stew.
It depends on you and how you pose
the question to the apple.
Slicing knives are apples too, as are hands
that grip the handle and the cradle
of air, in the up-and-down jitterbugging
of the relentless rhythm of the dropping blade—
all still atoms, as we've covered, which might have been figs.
Decsions, decsions he spoke of his chooses of ffod.
The meager of supply would change his atitude.
Simmering, the spicy broth he
waited to smell
the savory food. Then he added dumplings, his favorite
comfort food.
He had roasted a tough rooster
one that had pecked in his yard. The flvor was rustic
and gamey he ate it with some chard.
Mushrooms, Mushrooms garlic and onions too.
He stirred in with the dumplings
add the roster
to the stew.Maybe the wine should bring me to be pleased.
The loaf might have staled
so toast would be a bettertrend.
Ah he sat for supper: than knock upon the door.
Wondering who he often lacked company
he walked over to the door.
Who dare disturb me as I eat supper
and am alone. A voice was spoke bold and bassy, said Hey glad
that someones home.I opend to find standing. A shaved, well clothed hat wearing guy.
He introduced himself as a salemen, with things he wished me to buy.Samples of decor and decreatives, shown by a man in an exspensive suit. The pots and pans caught my favor, in his humbled persuit.
I seperated bills and coins, displayed them
to count and see. He wrote a receipt and then handed it to me.
He went to his car where he kept his things. Got my purchases and handed them to me.
And handed me catologs and things. Things like coupons and warrenties and stuff. He handed me a cigar a compliment , a gift used his lantern and took a puff. I walked him to the door and gladly shook his hand.
I sat down back to supper alone as when I had began. Several moments later again a knock on the door. It was louder then the first, this one thing was for sure.Hey Mister my car won't start can I come back in, I open the door and said of course sir, you can come on in.
I REMEMBER (1)
Candles & nightlights
flickering bright
blackout curtains
shutting out light
Dripping setting
from Sunday's roast
spread thick
on Monday's toast
Paper chains
cut and glued
beer in glass
bottles brewed
Christmas puddings
with threepenny bits
Meccano kits
made to fit
Sunday school outings
upto Coombe hill
my first ever train ride
so quite a thrill
Summer walks
to the Bugle Horn
crisps & lemonade
upon their lawn
A weekly soak
..in a round tin bath
towelling off
by a fire in the hearth
I REMEMBER (2)
afterschool
on a
tuesday
my treat
awaiting on gran's
baking tray
a spicy aroma
filled
the air
t'was
freshly baked-
my
weekly share
bread pudding
piping hot
drizzled with honey
moreish&
yummy
a moist mouth
watering
confection
in
a
sultana delectation
I REMEMBER (3)
my clerking
ever on the go
the junior
lowest
of the low
the office
with partners just two
pens pencils
nearly-new
daily drudgery
reality soon shone thru'
the 'old man ' yelling
'ere lad
chop chop
get me baccy
from t'corner shop
tea-break brews'
in a stew
bellows of hurry-hurry
from the back-office crew
another task
to get done
this time
for the partner's son
no time to stop &chat
he'd forgotten the fish
for his wife's cat
the switchboard clicked
the doorbell chimed
&
skills to learn
juggle & prioritise
whew!
nearly half five
& knock-off time
just one task
still to do
fetch the 'boss's
evening news
was this really
the career to choose?
Spider of Love weaves us a tale
Of Kings and Queens Prophets and Outlaws
Pirates set e explosions ensue
Water washed me but fire bathed me in spiritual fruit
Guiding my heart to Mountain King Emanuel who starts all fire
Our shadow blades cut deep to their souls
Ravens and Crows circle their lands
How mighty they thought their wolves indeed were
No wolf can compare to the Lamb with seven eyes
A bear tried war with the ancient of days
a leopard did think it could war with the seven spirits King
He is war itself he holds the key to death and even the grave
those Pirates may echo the drum beat of war
But Only The captain of heavens armies can bring us true peace
He tried a violin solo to bring about calm but the soothing sound of Jesus melts all the worlds hearts
Indeed a sword fight broke out in between them all
Explosions ensued and we did eat some pumpkin stew with shark steak on the side
In dragons tongue they spoke all myriad of tales
Unbeknownst to them all one mighty weaver of tales like a spider did does spin it all with our many minds and we think we are the writers but One Holy ghost does write it all named Mountain King Rising deep inside your very soul this second he smiles in my heart at me now
Wait worries will
Oils odd ordeal
Ride roaring risk
Drain discrete disk
Simple storms seize
Wine willing warp
Offer old orbs
Roam ruffles rest
Do deep detest
Sign sore suppress
Work wonders wait
Opt old opiate
Reap rave reviews
Drop dancing deuce
See senses stew
Wander wild ways
One odd obey
Risk right replay
Dance dares doomsday
Still solemn stay
Weave wayward whine
Odd on outline
Rest roasting rinds
Dreary dread dines
Silly steep signs
Weak waves wayward
Observe outward
Right rearview roam
Dread dancing dome
Stance swings seawards
Wise words weave well
Observe oddly
Roll rhymes risky
Dreamy daze dwells
Simple sense sells
Leon Enriquez
26 Apr 2014
Singapore