~ Pangiella~
9/9/2023
Pangiella wed-a wealthy Pakistani.
He bought her a pricey Mogdiliani!
Plus, an annual supply of Pastrami
Be assured, he was a cultured mensch!
With a penchant to kiss her on any park bench,
For he adamantly adored, his hot-blooded wench!
They wed, had children, by last count, three.
Of course, busy as romantic honey bees.
Living contentedly, on the lovely Isle of Capri.
No more poetry, does wench Pangie ever try to write.
Busy now with family, parties and being socially right.
He keeps her busy with love and Madeira on moonlit nights!
Categories:
madeira, adventure, fun, humorous, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
Dark water swimmer
If I were a deep-sea diver, I would swim to the Azores
were the water is not so cold; meet up with dolphins
that remembered me from my time on ships when
waving to them from the deck
They would feed me sardines since I’m too slow to catch
anyone alone
When I meet a tiger shark, I will bow my head, show
respect and call him my lordship; messages will be sent
“Don’t touch this man, as he is not a seal.”
I will go ashore in Madeira, get drunk in a bar and when
they arrest and try to deport me, I will tell them the sea
is my home, and they will take me on a helicopter and
push me back to my forever home
This will be witnessed by all creatures of the ocean, who
will say: “Now look, there swims a hero.”
Categories:
madeira, beach, blessing, confidence, fun,
Form: Blank verse
One of the loveliest islands I've been
Malta fits that bill without doubt
Valletta and Mellieha are real highlights
summer sunshine is an attraction to count
Venice is one beauty without doubt
surrounded fully by water all around
St Marks square takes one's breath away
an experience to make one astound
Being one who loves a good walk
the island of Menorca fits the bill
Mao being the capital on the bay
lovely forests bring nature so still
The island of Madeira has a nice climate
having such lovely fish, wine, and fruit
Funchal being its capital is majestic
such richness grows at its very root
A holiday that took us down the Med
to spend it in lovely Cyprus no less
there the sun did shine every day
shorts and t-shirts were regular dress
Categories:
madeira, holiday, travel, vacation,
Form: Rhyme
Just Desserts
How do I compare thee to a trifle
Soft as a jelly and quite an eyeful
Merry as sherry, in for good measure
Joy filled as the table's crown jewel treasure.
Sweeter than custard or madeira cake
Nutty as toasted, tasty almond flakes.
Much smoother than dreamy whipped cream by far
As for being fruity, o yes thou are.
Savouring delights and smacking of lips
A tasty dish, how'd one ever resist
Hundreds and thousands to top it all too
Tho' there's no topping quite as good as you.
Of course I am no angel of delight
In fact I'm not even a pretty sight
But I can whip up amazing desserts
What's more I'm ace at ironing a shirt.
6th January 2021
Categories:
madeira, appreciation, food, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Go and stretch a puppy's tail,
Get with rice a manioc root,
Tell me if sun will buy moon a veil,
Or to who he gave her leather boot,
Teach me to hear coyote’s singing,
Or to keep off drunk bees’ stinging,
And sniff
What skiff
May tell you where I gobble lollipop.
If you think that you are so witty,
And brag you can do anything worse;
Visit all the liquor shops in the city,
Till you spend last loonie in your purse;
You, when you come home, will tell me,
All the grand bottles that you did see,
And swear,
No where
You saw any man gobbling lollipop.
If you find one, let our son know,
It’ll water his mouth with sweet;
Yet I’m sure, son will not go,
Though at next door you might meet;
And he were eating, when you met him,
And last, till you guide our son there,
Yet he
Will be
Gobbling bottles of Madeira, not lollipop.
Dec. 20, 2020
PARODY OF A FAMOUS POEM Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
Categories:
madeira, humor, parody,
Form: Lyric
As I come to the end of the year
it's always good to take a look back
see the ups, the downs and their effects
learn from mistakes to get off the rack
Many lovely holidays we did enjoy
the highlands in January at Crieff Hydro
then in April to lovely sunny Madeira
so relaxing taking life real slow
Learn to grow in God's word come July
great week at Keswick convention no less
then October took us to Pitlochry town
the enchanted forest there simply no stress
Throughout the year many Hospital calls
my PSA kept down under control
my stammer took the slide once again
so dry my tongue many words own goal
Such a blessing all my friends on here
too many to name they know who they are
so encouraging and inspiring all over the globe
their pens come to the fore from near and far
My greatest support is my Christine
at my back keeping me going strong
but my blessed saviour Jesus always close
stands with me always to eternally belong
Categories:
madeira, life, memorial, thank you,
Form: Rhyme
This years holiday took us to Madeira
an island of exquisite beauty so rare
having a history rolling back decades
raising its inhabitants looking so fair
Columbus himself stepped on this land
before heading west, America to find
UK's war leader Churchill came to paint
loving the peaceful place W.C. signed
The capital Funchal truly majestic
a city with its own story centre
three dimensional shown all its history
richly blessed what could be better?
This island has indeed such a nice climate
throughout the year its warmth varies little
making its tourism of such high regard
it's an important priority no matter how brittle
The mountains and greenery so luscious
looking down on its boisterous sea
as well as its winds which do vary
even the aeroplane bows to freely agree
What a picture this land paints
with all its wine, fish and its fruit
all this excellence must be tasted
such richness grows at its very root
(Reflections of a recent holiday spent on the lovely island of Madeira near Portugal.)
Categories:
madeira, beautiful, holiday, sunshine,
Form: Rhyme
Many memories of my mother
making moist mellow macaroons
marshmallows and Madeira cake,
minuscule madeleines, marvellous,
mum measures, marinates, melts,
more majestic meals.
My matriarch makes,
marmalade,
marzipan,
muffins,
mincemeat,
meringue.
mousse.
My meritorious mom mixes, merges, mingles,
melon,
mango,
mulberries,
Mandarins.
My maternal materfamilias, masterminds
Mealtime masterpieces.
Categories:
madeira, food, fruit, mother,
Form: Alliteration
I let my mind go out to play,
And in jeans and sweatshirt in a forest lay.
Spring branches arching so high above,
Sunrays literally touching my toes.
I saw a bird of many colors,
An eagle looked down at me,
Heard the rustle of little lizards,
Through the bed of foliage the forest made for me.
The scent of waxen flowers
That grow with little light, and
Winding vines with huge madeira leaves,
Dappled the afternoon bright
There were sounds of creatures calling,
Murmurs of birds seeking roosts.
As twilight began to fall through the forest
No fear is felt.
Evening peace and patience draped
The forest like a loving blanket, and
This twilight beckoned me home.
I rose from my foliage mattress;
Sad was I to leave such friends,
But I would take what I learned
Back home.
Categories:
madeira, fantasy, peace,
Form: Free verse
Harriet has Beckwith-wiedemann syndrome,
Something which shortened her right side,
And she also his difficulty with blood sugar,
But she’s a dog lover of Baya Bear and Bow.
Born in Huntington which is a market town,
In Cambridgeshire, on the 6th of May 1991,
She’s good at the breaststroke and medley,
Which she practices in Peterborough’s club.
Harriet splashed onto the swimming scene,
In 2010 at the World Champs, Netherlands,
Where she won the silver individual medley,
And the gold for the SB9 100m breaststroke.
She suffered from illness in the year of 2011,
But at the British Champs in 2012 in London,
She won the gold for the 100m breaststroke,
So at the 2012 Paras Harriet won the bronze.
In French Montreal in Canada land in 2013,
Harriet won the silver breaststroke class SB9,
And then in Portugal’s Funchal on Madeira,
She won gold medley relay and silver 4x100.
This sent Harriet to Rio where she excelled,
To win silver in the 100m breaststroke again,
In a time of 1:16.87 minutes to tail behind,
Gold medalist Lisa Kruger, the Netherlands.
Categories:
madeira, sports, strength,
Form: Blank verse
Jon always does a Rubix Cube,
Before swims for his nerve,
He’s a self-confessed motorhead,
Loves driving Lamorghini’s.
Born on the 30th of May in 1991,
With mild Cerebral Palsy,
He has a BTEC in sports, science,
And trains in Manchester.
He is coached by Mick Massey,
And in Beijing won silver,
In the 100m backstroke, S7 class,
Paralympic glory to know.
In 2009 in the Reykjavik Euros,
He won 4 golds, 1 silver,
For the backstroke and freestyles,
A silver for the 50m free.
In 2010, the Worlds, Eindoven,
In the south Netherlands,
Jon won another strong, solid gold,
To add to his collection.
The London Paralympics smiled,
And he won the gold,
In the men’s 100m backstroke,
To choke slightly, podium.
Montreal 2013, Canada’s plane,
With the World Champs,
Here Jon won a gold, a bronze,
For the back and free.
Then came Funchal in Madeira,
Which is Portuguese,
2016, and for back and freestyle,
Jon won gold, silver.
In Rio he was on the defensive,
To keep his Para title,
For the backstroke 100 metres,
But was sad with silver.
Categories:
madeira, sports, strength,
Form: Blank verse
the devil is calling
a cigarette you call it
as the airplane flying the sky
to sit ten is late waiting
surprise soon to be twenty or more ********
flying the sky to reach the tarmac
of evil with a glass of lemon juice in the morning
shame on you my dear you are acid
fancy plates from past century
I drink your wines with crystal glass
and make a madeira of your life
as I pet a cat my dog in need of a pee
no crave here to call your name
shame on you with your botox
to look sublime as I live a life
of desire and glee
as I in a box chose not to fly your plane
but eyes opened for the reveal I count on you
to make it right my dear devil.
Categories:
madeira, funny love, i am,
Form: Free verse
We'd scarcely begun our journey
to the sunny south when the sky's roof
descended and hung a shelf overhead.
"God is now joining us," she said.
On the long bridge over the ocean
toward Madeira Beach, an ear-splitting
screech interrupted speech. Brakes
screamed as an auto coming forward
crossed the median into our lane.
She immediately jerked the wheel
to the right. He missed us by inches.
We moved on in stunned silence.
Clearly, we had looked death
in the face, and won. Mere seconds
measured the difference.
Driving home in heavy fog, she fretted.
Zero visibility brought anxiety.
"I've got you covered," she heard.
"Haven't I had you covered,
from the beginning?"
cfa © 1/31/11
Categories:
madeira, adventure, prayer, travel,
Form: Narrative