Frozen, crystallized, jagged
glacier ice travels
toward freedom
toward the sea
a thunderous crash
ice shelves splash
calving free
falling into the sea
tenacious waves
appease serrated edges
rolling over but not dead
ice drifts with the sea
radiant in the sun
marbleized white and blue
dissolve in the warmer currents
death hastened by the sea.
SAY CHEESE
A block of blue with some scrumptious salad veins.
White american melted over my toasted hot philly
and wizz creatively squirted on crackers entertain.
Stinky limburger a treat — a clothespin-nose silly.
Shredded, sliced or block —
I’ll hide cheese in my sock!
Cheddar logs, mild and sharp, on holiday platter,
I’d eat til sneak-Santa swaps for cookies and milk.
Boursin smoothed out over snackable treats and chatter.
When the kids go to bed - white wine and saanin silk.
Ooh the smooth and yummy
melt and grilled in my tummy!
A fondue pot with skewered vegetables and bread,
so gooey warm and stringy strung around my tongue.
Weighed out in ounces, yellow and white wed —
marbleized, or a brie wedge for the old or young.
Peeled and spread with
accoutrement blithe!
11/18/2018
Write a poem about cheese contest/Barry Stebbings
Some conspicuous lice met once or twice
With white follicle mites who came out at night
And an upside down tick who did magic tricks
That entertained maggots who shared roasted haggis
With pole dancing worms who wriggled and squirmed
Under Chinese mosquitos munching burpy burritos
Chasing cobwebby crickets selling counterfeit tickets
To shows where no sensible grubs want to go
Warning churchgoing termites that these shows were a blight
On a class of weevil whose bite could be lethal
For marbleized moths drinking steaming Scotch broth
And sanitized beetles who had pins and needles
From sharing cold baths with nonsensical gnats
Watched by camp caterpillars strung out on painkillers
Sharing smokes with loud locusts who were very much focussed
On prostrate praying mantises with suspicious practices
Reflected in a silvered mirror lies a lustrous crystal bauble
Beguiling bribe veiled to eyes adrift in denial
Atonement for his guilty heart, a souvenir
of that marbleized moment when love rolled away
Brilliant gullion jewel, beribboned and returned to giver,
Lustrous crystal bauble, no longer mirrored in glassy tears
6/6/16
The Best of 6
visual #3
I lay my head upon your chest
This is the place I love the best
Neither life nor death can keep us apart
Our love is ageless, pure of heart
Marbleized we shall stand in shrine
For lovers to see of all times
That as I lay my head upon your heart
We are ageless, immortal, will never part
Though it’s been five hundred years
I still feel your heart beat in my ears
Together our souls will carry on
As our love is so very strong
My dead self in
The flowerbed, grey
As a marbleized salamander
Beneath a bleed of acorn roots
I placed the devil mask
Over the fireplace, counter
Spell so to speak.
Then came the kicker- my wife
Chopping down the tiger lilies
As I drove up the driveway
After a bad day.
Come to green mother
Naked, willed and wild
Visit the bed of death
Where circles hide
Submerse senses in the newborn
Aroma and cinematography
Tease the skin with warm wind
That tumbles and tingles dry
Cradle the baby’s breath slowly
As it toddles and cries into a bouquet
Beneath a marbleized sun
On the beauty of a bashful April day
A white and silver marbleized ceramic jar,
I found in an abandoned car...
I saw a similar one at a bazaar,
it belonged to Alexander, the Czar.
I asked the slim and friendly Russian lady,
" How much is that jar? "
" Ten dollars, my dear! "
Wasn't I excited to have bought History?
She wrapped it twice in old newspaper,
and put in a brown shoebox saying,
" Be careful with it...it's a treasure! "
I took it from her hands and started running.
Which one of the two ceramic jars was the original:
the one that I had found in that car,
or the one I had bought at the bazaar?
One couldn't tell the difference between the two at all.
I never told anyone, I kept the secret to myself...
I displayed them as heirlooms on the book shelf,
staring at them, wishing to find out the authentic one;
I refused to sell them, because I adored the image of the Czar.
Two lions sit perched on the dew covered lawn,
silently they witness approaching dawn.
Their marbleized forms catch days first light,
no longer hidden from dark of night.
Unmoving, they gaze to horizon’s end,
lords of the grounds they heroically fend.
But oblivious to movement throughout each day,
upon their poised perch they eternally stay.
Unphased of the hours, they yet stand their guard
as shadows reach forth to these lions stone hard.
Uncaring of time and days into nights,
they tirelessly watch from darkness to light.
Two lions sit perched on the dew covered lawn ............
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