Long Teas Poems
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Inhaling, hushed, from hashed cigars
my mind implodes in Malimar
where Naiads bathe in caviar -
I dream of dwarves and three-eyed tsars.
The captive kiss of Princess Mars
(who talks in tongues at seminars)
burns red beyond Her blue boudoir -
I writhe within Her pale peignoir.
Her Maids gloss lips with cinnabar,
bedizen cheeks in dusts that mar,
serve teas beside the reservoir -
I sip them from a samovar.
Disguised in smoke and lamps of spar
Her Genies gender gold dinars,
evoking flames in ginger jars -
I plea before the Commissar.
At Princess’ neighbourhood bazaar,
white shadows slip through doors ajar
to drape my dreams in ash and char -
I long await the Avatar.
Her Merchants (preening, proud Hussars)
paint pretty scenes on VCR’s
while sailing ships to Zanzibar -
I strum the strings of warped sitars.
Her Prophets sometimes cruise in cars
else while at each and every bar
to speak of space and time bizarre -
I pass my pride for small pourboires.
Her Necromancers trace in tar
tall tales of wisdom flung afar,
transported by the Registrars -
I hitchhike on their handlebars.
Her seers conjure repertoires
where She and I are on a par
in infinite surreal memoirs -
I sometimes sense the void is ours.
My Princess never sees the scars
cut by Her whispered “au revoirs” -
I often wake to ask ‘who are
these Gods that sail the distant stars?’
IF YOU READ THE WORDS OUT LOUD IT MAKES TOTAL SENSE!
Once eye never had a hare out of plaice
Now I’m going bawled and eye am feeling blew
People are laughing and are starting to stair
Eye am going horse telling them my tail
Sum folks are very suite and don’t mention my bold scull
But others have no hart and eye hate the way they teas me
Eye am not vane, but my heir has not groan for sum weaks
Who nose what will happen, eye cannot altar my hare with die
Eye think eye knead to ware a flour in my lox and eye will look sew sheikh
FICTIONAL WRITE USING HOMOPHONES
09~19~16
the rooms grow smaller
quieter
after every departure
clicks the latch
they're built to keep
weather out
not harbor grudges
that echoes leave behind
forks, vases, plates and pens
settle into their places,
as though, they're expected
the yellow walls
once held afternoon teas,
until the laughter
sealed the paint
and screened the light
the banister
smooths its touch
before any hand
remembers its feel
the curtains
lift their seams
peering underneath
themselves
the stairs
borrow sunlight
for the tread of feet
the kettle
answers itself
in a kerfuffle
chorus of steam
the floorboards
clear their throats
one board
too soon
the hallway
widens for every
shadow
still waiting
outside
every afternoon
rehearses mornings
one curtain call
at a time
the dust learns
the shape
of fingertips
the chairs
lean much closer in
to listen
the doormat
combs its
greeting nap
every echo
tries on
a different voice
as the house
leaves
the door
ajar
for no one
I'd always longed to be a bird
To spread my wings and fly
To soar around on thermals
Up in the bright blue sky
But now I know what I would see
The blight of man on earth
It wouldn't be pretty from up there
What man has done since his birth
We have ripped out nature
To build our homes
We've replaced trees
With towers and domes
We've covered the earth
With cement and tar
Everywhere you look
There's car after car
The pollution makes it hard to see
No clean air left to breathe
We're choking on our own garbage
And there will be no reprieve
We've removed mountains
To build our ugly towers
We've made huge holes
That killed animals & flowers
We think nothing of spraying
Poisons everywhere
As long as it's how we want
We really just don't care
We fill our land with discarded
As long as we get what we wish
Who cares that we're choking the oceans
And killing the reefs and fish
Oh man! what have we done
To this world created for us
I know you hear my words
But claim I'm making a fuss
Because none of us wants to change
We won't give anything away
We'll sit back and relax
Leave the worry for another day
I don't want to fly anymore
I'll sit amongst the trees I've grown
Eat my food and drink herbal teas
All from seeds that I have sown
I'll pretend that nature is winning
And dream that it comes true
But I know it won't ever happen
Without action from me and you
All terrain passing over sand stones from a distance catering to the hillside the mountain sent down a calming coolness while the barrels of oil leaked my minds eye focused on the stone slabs beneath the mountaintop grinding as the convoy entered the hidden nooks conveyed by night hiding under day teal lavender fabric covered my being hints of dates aroused my senses while meaningful gestures crowded my space chatter invaded this telepathically disdained balance covenant by old disagreements that poured out into the caves my knees trembled as I'm being quite pampered by kings giant screems facing every direction nations gathering for a group meet up my hands are kissed peppermint teas are chills served in brass tea containers looking over the world exploding I am comforted i am safe I am kandahar
Written by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
Higo M Chumbo
By Sostenuto de Cencerro
occurring in the same syllable.
two vowel sound
aka gliding vowels.
A vocal technique
Falsetto style
used to sing notes higher
than your normal voice
Opuntia Humifusa
Madagascar v.Tahitian vanilla
cakes and cookie love mi
Masala Chai v. Lymph Glow Tea
yetis and theremols adore mi
Opuntia Humifusa
its spines and glochids
has inspired me to better
prepare
and if you care I never knew
my octave's were so high
The fruits were so pretty I could taste the deliciousness of there beauty
Damndest me as I have pricked myself in my selfish pursuit
Damndest me that those nearest me must rescue me
The cookies there sweet savory deliciousness
The icey satisfying teas
The nurse she removed the needles of
Opuntia Humifusa
as I savor the sweet edible seeds
Composed by Deduce Figami'ah
I've waited all year for this week to arrive.
A week in the sun , and a long trip on a train
Cornwall the county I'm going to visit
pasty's and cream teas,calling my name
Brunels, royal Albert bridge will welcome me in
Liskeard the gateway as my last leg begins
The train follows the river you can glimpse through the woods
East Looe and West Looe come into my sight
The smell of the sea and the call of the gulls
Greet your arrival and the start of your hol's
Tight cobbled streets with cafe,s and shops
A harbour filled with lots of working boats
A pier and a beach with crystal clear sea's
Offers of boat trips to Polperro and St Ives
crab fishing from dockside's and local ice cream
You finish your day with a trip to the pub
and a view of a sunset over the hills
that colours the harbour , what a beautiful scene
all brought from my memory
with a tear in my eye
as the people who mattered have long since passed by .
14/02 /2016 comp entry
At last, in the mute of twilight hums
I am possessed with silence shaven,
whiteness of peace touches the breath
melting the morsels of earth’s flesh
from soiled, weary shirts: my unzipped body
dehydrated from needles of toil, soil, boil.
Dear time, be my friend in these hours;
the linens of cells are bathed in morning’s sweat
and raging howls of a day ache for an ounce
honeyed by the balm of a tearing mind...
along blades of sky coasting, faint light
brushes my dreary lips cradled
on a nest like tattered notes unsung.
At last, losing the self to the din
of night half-dark half-light, I cling
to the lingering octave of solitude;
the oneness with my crawling skin
as I release all the pining from the womb,
that in stillness, I taste fresh pulp of life.
For Celebrate Life Contest
Sponsor: Christy Teas Reposted 5/16/2016
I have photographed the happiest weddings of all
And one of the saddest.
I have photographed children jumping, leaping, and playing.
And one in her casket.
I have been invited to parties, teas, plays, symphonies, and picnics.
I have been left outside in the rain, and inside trunks under coats.
I have laid in wait for days, wondering if would ever be used again.
I have been loved and hated.
I have caused people to say cheese, to laugh, and to give bunny ears.
I have been places where people got angry at me instantly, on sight.
I never know what is going to happen, or when I will be replaced.
The look of youth has passed my eyes
Come furrowed brow and withered skin
Hair thin, bright eyes gone dim
What will become of me now?
Swaddled in warm linen
Drive the chill from feeble bones
Teas, hot oils and liniments
These aromas fill my home
The shell I wore is no more
With deafened ear and eye so blind
Brittle bones and muscles sore
Prompting life to pass the time
Pace unsteady, twisted spine
These hands of mine will work no more
Fatigued and spent, take to my bed
My youth to find me never more
All so precious to me now
Things cast aside in early hours
What a waste! Relive this taste
A second chapter to devour
Heart now lonely, cold and stalled
House so silent, ever still
Hear the clock~tick tock tick tock
Gaze out from the windowsill
No more visits, no more calls
My wife long gone and buried deep
Now welcome death with open arms
My soul shall seek eternal sleep