pause to hear a storm
listen to its vast noises
admire its voices
winds that blew in infamy
crackled as romantic fires
state huts wade through muck
spiders and newborns pancaked
trouble from the breeze
it stretched over our tall walls
but into their tenements
furious horses
unimagined violence
warfare wind wallops
nests shaken out by breezes
some people gather again
Categories:
pancaked, appreciation, metaphor, natural disasters,
Form: Tanka
Perhaps, we will go out. Grandma will get
A break from making breakfast?
Not! But the kid likes Grandma’s hot
Cakes,
And I love this
Kid, in a syrupy kind of way.
Egads, I better get cooking, butter in the pan;
Deadly, this-kid-is-hungry-looks.
Categories:
pancaked, food, humor,
Form: Acrostic
He turned off the running water,
soaped his face not glancing at the mirror,
a long night ahead.
He had four shadows
on the four walls of this rental,
not a good sign.
When later he turned the bedside light on,
the glowing silhouette of his head on the pillow
burgeoned, swelling upwards until
it pancaked on the ceiling above.
Still groggy after the hashish
still psychoactive,
he got dressed.
Out walking the dark Luxor streets
he found a coffee shop still open.
The thick sweet brew was served to him,
a lime green dwarf
sporting a banana yellow fez.
Never again he thought,
patting his pockets hoping to find
some curative cancer sticks.
Categories:
pancaked, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Brexit Sonnet No. 36
‘Pancaked’
It's pancaked, this great idea now bashed and battered,
This stodgy mix of odds and ends whisked up,
Our hopes of future fortune cruelly shattered,
Wine with lemon laced, our bitter cup.
Our choice for Lent has never been less clear,
What to lose for forty days, what choice!
Lose it longer, I’ll shed no bitter tear;
Cliff? Be tempted not by Brexit’s voice.
So enjoy the mix for just this single day,
And habit not to make of frequent use.
For extra pounds and stones may come your way,
But by measures valued, you will surely lose.
So mixeth not your muddled mix of woes,
Be gone foul Brexit - your tempting chapter close!
©Keith Murphy
Categories:
pancaked, political,
Form: Sonnet