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What better way to spend a rainy afternoon in May,
Than with Grandma in her attic where precious memories lay.
This was her treasure trove, cherished things dear to her heart,
About which she reminisced with us, delightful tales to impart!
She cuddled her yellowed wedding gown with a far-away look in her eye,
And told of Grandpa's tender love for her with a wistful sigh.
From a trunk she took a photo of them taken on their wedding day.
Even from the misty past, deep and abiding love it did portray.
A faded photograph showed Grandpa, so very handsome and grand,
In the uniform of his country, that he volunteered to defend.
She showed us Grandpa's army uniform, pride swelled within her breast.
She shed a tear holding the flag, presented when he was laid to rest.
She fondled a gold pocket watch that she gave him as a bride.
It ran for nigh on sixty years, mysteriously stopping when he died.
With trembling lips she kissed a golden pendant and had this to say,
"It was given to me by your Grandpa on our blissful wedding day."
She played a waltz on the old Victrola and whirled about the room.
Her eyes shone so brightly and her face assumed a youthful bloom.
Grandma is united with Grandpa now, they've ended their earthly quest.
With their love and traditions, our family was truly, truly blessed!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 1 in Constance's "I Am Sending You A Gift Of Poetry, Dear Heart" Contest-Sep 10
Inspired by the poem "Old Trunk" written by Constance - A Rambling Poet
In old trunks and attics are stored many precious memories!
I'm sending you this, my gift of poetry, dear heart, from my trove of poems.
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Ah, finding the right Greek to go
after!
That stole my soul forever with
love and laughter!
Twas my glimmering treasure trove
to secure.
I admit fully to being anything
but shy and demure!
His buoyancy, his enigmatic zeal
while we soaked our toes in the Pacific!
Sultry waves, alternating between deep
rainbow and holographic.
Kisses, yes,tempestuous and very randy.
The joy of you~tasting like warm, erotic,
Baklava candy!
Oh, don't be still my heart!
That Hellenic lovemaking is quite a lovely
art.
The rational of the planet, think
I am insane!
Good! Let's the two of us go dance Hasapiko,
naked in the rain!
Afterwards don your Greek soldiers' outfit
for me!
Handsome you,in that foustanella now to
please,
Oh, gorgeous Greek, dancing
Tsamiko, my heart pounding.
My decades of passion and love
for you, so Thessaloniki astounding!
At this point,I must stop this late
night quilling!
To be with you, Agape Mou, your
Panagiota is eternally willing!
January 6, 2020
10:30 PM PST
Bacon
You see them every now and then
through new friends that you make.
Recipes from far and near
that you can cook or bake.
A pumpkin peanut butter crunch
or a cake just made for two.
If you follow the instructions
it tells you what to do.
Ribs cooked in a special sauce
steamed while in a pot.
Add a little cayenne pepper
if you think you want it hot.
A treasure trove of food ideas
like peanut butter fudge.
I swear if I ate it all
I'd probably never budge.
There's food for the young and old
and for the poor and wealthy.
Some even look darn good
designed just for the healthy.
Besides the candy and desserts
the ones I dream of makin.
Is any recipe at all
that you can make with bacon.
Grill it fry it I don't care
break it into pieces.
Stuff it wrap it steam it
stick it in the creases.
If there were prizes to be won
I knew just what would win it.
Any recipe here on earth
that has real bacon in it.
Edwin C Hofert
Just in case you wondered...
Yours truly, (i.e. I) quickly
became hypnagogic afore
subsequently segueing soundly
into autohypnosis booklore,
while binge reading courtesy
regarding aptitude chore
treasure trove books galore
five dollars as many
paginated fictitious stories ('bout deplore
hubble basket cases) fit into authorized bag
infernal challenge sifting evermore
alum skid more or less
bending and reaching skyhigh
toe tilly (ejaculating
what the heel) footsore
compromising writing, rather heretofore
indulging insatiable knowledge
(surpassing narcotic fix),
the world wide web hide ignore
engrossed various and sundry
enchanting, kickstarting, and revelling - bonjour
dear reader buzzfeeding...
Till chief hankering
(regarding appeasing passionate
word loving aficionado,
albeit temporarily ceased
(think intellectual fancy feast)
getting imagination (mine) linkedin
outspeeding lightning greased
experiencing cerebral capacity increased
virtual make believe
terra incognita leased.
insatiable jabberwocky yen
countless hours elapsed when
inconvenient wont head sleep
wracked courtesy (bowling) ten
pins nabbed mettlesome ambulation
often found me - hen (pecked) hex pen
sieve dishabille scattered brained brute
somnambulant analogous awake burning ken
kindled smoldering cognitive tinder even...
Chilly cooling off, where
temporal lobed hiatus taken
beefing portfolio in effort to scare
back poetic proclivity despite near
severe withdrawal symptoms
reacquainting novelty here
with effort to jog capacity
to craft poem quite aware...
Unsuspecting readers breathed
sigh of relief interim joker I went absent
posting trademark gobbledygook,
now unnamed fool rushes in,
where angels fear to tread - nay cent
return of native son unequivocally, pinterestingly
digitally... afore written dive versification
brandishing said as unsung literary event
psalm time sacrilegious Jew bull gent
bringing entertainment intent
to thee anonymous
analogously, humorously, and parenthetically
lamely affecting (i.e. poorly emulating)
Shakespearean belles lettres,
perhaps coronavirus pathogen
t'will cut me down, whereby
microbial size Clark Kent,
whoops twas Lois Lane I meant
to empower one meek and obedient
primate even during
but, and, or conjunctive
rutting season quiescent.
I am A joyous star in the universe's span,
A twinkle in the Milky Way's grand plan,
A fleeting second, God's timeless chore,
In creation's symphony, forevermore.
I am everything, I am naught,
In varied moments, life is wrought,
In every shade, in every rhyme,
I am all, nearly all the time.
In Christianity's embrace,
I stand, A vessel crafted by God's hand.
To love and serve, His will to heed,
In every act, His grace I need.
Buddhism's wisdom calls my name,
To free myself from suffering's claim.
Through compassion's lens,
I strive to see,
The interconnectedness of all that be.
Hinduism's cycles, birth to rebirth,
A journey through this earthly turf.
To learn and grow, release ego's bind,
And unite with the Divine, mind to mind.
Philosophy's realm, a treasure trove,
Sages and thinkers in dialogue.
Existential quests and queries wide,
I seek the meaning deep inside.
From varied paths, I glean and glean,
In search of purpose yet unseen.
In unity, I find the key to see,
To why I'm here, and who I'm meant to be.
Perhaps we're here to learn and grow,
To find compassion's radiant flow,
To bridge the gaps, to heal the pain,
And kindle love like gentle rain.
Or maybe we're here to explore the unknown,
To claim the truths waiting to be shown,
To marvel at science, art, and lore,
Unravel mysteries, open doors.
In every breath, in every sigh,
Beneath the canvas of the sky,
We'll find our purpose, like morning's light,
In the beauty of being, shining bright.
Jingle
Oh my dear soulmate,
your one fine touch
and my strings vibrate,
Darkness of night,
vanishes with a sparkle
and sees me bright,
Depression so deep,
as you rescue me afloat
to the shore I creep,
Thoughts unaware,
keep me in a fix,
and I lose my flair,
Unconditional love,
rhyming in the heart,
my treasure trove,
I feel you as
A pleasant breeze
that makes me freeze,
A melody of life
that takes all strife,
A brilliant sun
that adds on pun,
Sweet as honey
song that sings funny !
To your tunes
I vacillate,
Dance crazy
Precipitate,
What are you?
A thing
or a zing,
A beat
or a fleet,
A soul
I adore,
A brain
I explore,
An idea
I am in love !
Make peace !!
Written June 4th, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For contest "sing me jingles" by Dave Wood
Trust it fits in for some peppery ads.
Haven't written many songs yet, pardon me if it doesn't fit!
What is hungry that
These turnips
Shall be fattened
With bacon. This
Spoke the troll
he gathered turnips
from Onsager s garden.
Breadcrumbs shall
atop this au gratin
With bacon , pumpkin
from Onsager s mystery
Garden He was angry
because Ole Onsager
Put fatback in front
Of the bacon hiding it
from the Scrooges and
Mizzers. But me Jack
the Troll but mi hand
beneath all that fatback
and found this treasure trove
Of sugarcured bacon. I saw
Turnip greens atop the bulbs
Of earthy goodness.
I remember the from the book
Of Sages, the words of
Meade's and Meanest.
The greens of this frost bit
Place is the garden of the
Mizzers. Only the leaves of
Tender fresh turnips are for
Consumption . My cassorolle
Shall aroma of garlic, onions
and carrots.the crumbled bacon
Shall nearest thee.. the cream and
Roux shall mix with the broth
And these turnips and pumpkins
Shall be loved and adorned.
Not to be looked over by the
Mizzers and Scrooges..
Song's of Stessed Women
"The Stresses Of Love"
Axiro and Orixa
The Dried Cabbage Queen"
What is hungry that
These turnips
Shall be fattened
With bacon. This
Spoke the troll
he gathered turnips
from Onsager s garden.
Breadcrumbs shall
atop this au gratin
With bacon , pumpkin
from Onsager s mystery
Garden He was angry
because Ole Onsager
Put fatback in front
Of the bacon hiding it
from the Scrooges and
Mizzers. But me Jack
the Troll but mi hand
beneath all that fatback
and found this treasure trove
Alas might conage , mild peppers
and rasains with grated cheeses
and meringue make souflee
And with
sugarcured bacon; be
delicious with the greens, I saw!
Turnip greens atop the bulbs
Of earthy goodness.
I remember the from the book
Of Sages, the words of
Meade's and Meanest.
The greens of this frost bit
Place is the garden of the
Mizzers. Only the leaves of
Tender fresh turnips are for
Consumption . My cassorolle
Shall aroma of garlic, onions
and carrots.the crumbled bacon
Shall nearest thee.. the cream and
Roux shall mix with the broth
And these turnips and pumpkins
Shall be loved and adorned.
Not to be looked over by the
Mizzers and Scrooges..
I give you time, that white wizard,
Noble and eternal in its incomprehensible march of seasons,
Not just any time, but time to triumph, to laugh, to ascend,
Time cut from the magic hourglass to savor the endless moment's fragrance.
I string on a thread of celestial moments, time for thought and reverie,
Time to sculpt from the dough of days works of soul and mind,
Time that is not just yours, but a gift you offer,
A rare emerald in the palm of one who waits, still unknowing.
I give you time, not to run in the mad rush of the world,
But to dance in the whirl of joy, in the laughter of true merriment,
I gift you seconds, strung like pearls on a string, not to be spent,
But to be held close to your chest like a fallen starling in your nocturnal garden.
I show you time to inquire and trust, without seeing the hour as a foe,
I gift you hours to contemplate the cosmos, to grow, to emerge as the person you become,
Time scented with hope and seconds to love unreservedly,
A treasure trove of moments, to find yourself even when lost, each day in a realm of seeking happiness.
I lay in your open palm time to forgive, to cast off heavy regrets,
I bestow it not just upon desire but intertwined with chance and dream,
I offer you... oh, I offer you so much, more than just time,
But the very chance, unique and pure, to embrace life.
Hastily stretched, crackled urgent ocean edge relents
Ashamed attempt to escape rejoins campaign of mass
Furtive dig below propels conspirator spasm, next next
Murders brash bouys, cranky spa champagne embrace
Swum undulations, bare back mermaid's dips resurface
Her furvour ploughs halobiont plenty scape, nourished
Snapped lobster lavishly celebrates bountiful turquoise
Sway gaze brazen by bobbing safe island encouraged
Crill swirl sweeps dripped lips, sun baked rock decreed
Beacon mound majesty painted daily in sea gull exhalt
Coconut snow flakes sparkle on cockle clamour bleed
Wave blown eroding scales slow exhales evaporate salt
Ripe globes ground reaped glug nectar so gluttonous
Fibres hibernate ivory rich liquors tipsy Secret Benefits
Land languish survivor devours sugar shards sumptuous
Wipes moreish mouth aft treasure trove haemorrhages
Fifth May
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