I HAVE ENDURED THE SUDDEN PROFILE
AN EMPTY WAY TO LIVE AWAY FROM THE NILE
AS YOU WATCH THE JEWELS BE CROWNED AWAY
FROM THE SILENT GRADUATE AT THE TOP OF
HER CLASS AS SHE PASS AWAY HER DREAMS
FOR A TIME RIPE ENOUGH AS THE GRANNY SMITH
DEMANDS THE ATTENTION OVER ALL THE APPLES
PICKED IN THIS DAY AND IN THIS TIME FAR AND
WIDE WHY MUST THE STYLE HINDER THIS PROFILE
THIS DREAMER OF THE FREE NEW WORLD AN YET
AFTER LEAVING IN THE TRAIL THE BALIFF NODDS YES
YOU ARE SAFE AND FREE TO MOVE ABOUT THESE
HALLS AS THE CASE OF YOUR FATE BE TRIED
WITHOUT YOU BUT BE A WEAVING A NEW NEST FOR
YOU AND YOUR CROWS TO DINE ON PEKING DUCK
OR PERHAPS A TOUGH GOOSE AS I WILL LOOSEN
THE NOOSE WHEN A TIME COME FOR US TO LISTEN
TO YOU SPEAK IF YOU WOULDN'T MIND SWEETIE
ENLIGHTEN US ON THIS AWAY FROM THE BUREAU
PROFILE YOU HAVE STORED FOR A LATER USE
WRITTEN BY MRS. YOLANDA NICHOLSEN 5-25-2004
2610 PROVIDENCE STREET FORT MYERS FLORIDA
The Mistake
He had been invited for dinner in Peking by a group of business leaders who had invested much money for his venture and success, but they thought his fee was too much. I wanted to discuss the matter
He took the plane to Pekin; when he landed, it was mid-morning, but there was no one to greet him, which annoyed him
He called his secretary, who apologized that there had been a mistake. What she had meant was a Peking. The Peking Duck Cafe in Oslo
He didn’t like to meet those stuffy wealthy people with their stilted language, instead, he bought a Chinese electric car business that gave him pleasure
Those idiotic Europeans who bought a car that was made in China had intended to sack his secretary, but pleased with his business acumen, he asked her if she was a good mother material.
There was a young thing from Peking
Who opened a cafe on a whim
She cooked up a stew
Hadn't a clue
Didn't know where to begin
A duck-billed platypus
Is bathing on the bus
She left her favorite stream
To join our swimming team
She did so well last year
Her lane was free and clear
Until the final leg
When Platy laid an egg
The hippopotami
Don’t eat the platy pie
Because the hippo bake
Is better served with cake
The platy pie who pluck
Are eating Peking duck
Because the ducks that pry
Are dinner by and by
I knew a platypus
Who shared her duck with us
My dinner pals were thrilled
Because the duck was billed
O what a cunning creature
To don a double feature
The mammal with a plus
A duck-billed platypus.
Why do you look upon me with reproach,
two-eyed fried eggs? I swear, only hunger
and hopelessness have led me to encroach
into the kitchen. The quite pushy monger,
who sold me a used cornucopia
from China, promised me a Peking duck.
Alas, a mustard and a cowpea are
all what drops out if to say “potluck!”
according to instructions… My onlooker,
my oversalted prayer, my lone prey,
my bitter daily bread, forgive the cooker,
whose wife not long ago passed away.
A sleeplessness, a heartburn, an egg white
in frying pan, an endlessly long night.
30/07/2019
Cornucopia Cooking Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Kidnapped. - for Peeking Through The Keyhole Contest
The hole where the key’s meant to go
Was vacant so I had to know
What was outside to be seen
But my captors weren’t all that keen
It seems I succumbed to a cosh
Cos someone was after some dosh
Nobody heard when I cried
Nobody knew I was tied
But I had a knife in my shoe
So I knew what I had to do
I managed to sever my ropes
That were tied by some Bond villain blokes
So what lay beyond yonder door
I silently traversed the floor
I peeked where the key had gone clunk
But all I could see was... erm... ‘junk’
And then what passed by was some fellow
I swear that that geezer was yellow
What was it I’d seen through that peep hole
When I saw Peking through the keyhole
31 December 2018
For John Lawless’ Slap The Muse Contest
'THERE'S A SHARK IN MY SOUP!'
Not an eyebrow was raised,
Not a shudder nor blood-curdling scream.
For in Peking you see, it's a delicacy
To consume shark fin soup it would seem.
But when diners looked round,
With his head in a bowl
Was renowned Casanova - Wang Yong.
And his date said : 'You cheat,! You're a shark on the beat!
So it's in that there bowl you belong!
29/12/18
'Shark in my soup' contest : sponsored by Anthony Slausin
Lodger in my heart
I found rather strange people in my heart,
among those closest to me,
hiding and peking true white cels of my blood,
stiling all those red one!
Then I thought to myself,
What should I do to them?
They are making me sick to my stomach,
most of all empty,
but ,
then,
I knew,
I was the one to blame
Lleting them in,
There is nothing left to do,
except maybe,
charge them with rent!
After all ,
they are lodgers in my heart,
now it's all up to them.....
Snow... Its falling
I found a white wolf it was well fed
I went up to it all of the sudden I hear a gun shot
The crows are flying covering the bright blue sky
The wolf runs fast like a rabbit
A man wearing a black coat coming from the trees shadows comes to me
Every step he takes makes the snow gray
The crows are flying in circles making the man look like a raven
He keeps on walking getting closer , closer , and closer to me
He pulls out a sharp dagger stabs me in the chest
Blood spills to the ground I fall to the ground in pain screaming in fear as the crows
Starts to Peking on my flesh I can no longer see the Art of the blue sky
All I see is shadows
I thought to me self " Is this how my destiny ends?"
Suddenly I hear howling something jumped I don't know what
I hear growling the crows are starting to fade away the sunlight is rising I passed out
The next I woke up I see the white wolf it saved my life
Autos whizzing by
streetlights and apartment lights cut through the shadows
TV is off - I pick up a pen
Sit down - write another poem
Tomorrow a poetry walk in New York city
Words sometimes leap off the page
Find their way into your inner being
City poets capture the essence of the asphalt homeland
with a well constructed line
There are dangers in this large metropolis
But there is also joy
If you know here to look for it
Drank an egg cream and ate an egg roll today
At a Lower East Side festival
Saw a klezmer band, a Chinese orchestra
and the Peking Opera
What a panoply of cultures here!
The sparkling eyes of a child
catch mine for a moment
We both smile
The years leave their mark on the city streets
and on the inhabitants of this North American Mecca
But this city has a large heart
Sometimes it is difficult to realize that
But at times the soul of New York
reaches out and grabs you
Explains, in urban tones, what it is all about
Limerick: Once Lucy met Heidelberg Man
for Nelson Mandela
Once Lucy met Heidelberg Man
Then Neanderthal and Peking Man
Tortoise said to the Turtle:
“Where’s your doggone girdle!”
“What a disgrace to my race,” said Bushman!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Limerick: Once Indian Virgin met Peking Man
Once Indian Virgin met Peking Man
They spoke together in Malay van
North Koreans wondered
What in her ear thundered
Thai rebels found her fried in Japan.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Villanelle : Who’s not racist, do stand not up, please
for Piers Morgan & Anderson Cooper
Who’s not racist, do stand not up, please
Isn’t S/He who put us here the biggest
S/he who asked to be put here, stand up, please
We’re all African, so don’t ever tease
Mutations make some think they’re the best
Who’s not racist, do stand not up, please
Even the Neanderthal can freeze
Yet leave behind just a trace in jest
S/he who asked to be put here, stand up, please
Did the Heidelbergers race the pygmies
Up Peking Man’s cave to win the contest
Who’s not racist, do stand not up, please
Can the genes of Evolution release
The real truth of the DNA test
S/he who asked to be put here, stand up, please
Will not Human Nature be our complice
Arraigned before a jury perplexed
Who’s not racist, do stand not up, please
S/he who asked to be put here, stand up, please
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
So far I've done everything I could possibly do this year.
I've given thorough thought to cleaning up my act.
These early-day hours have been rough-house
The storm shudders inside me are all grimy, they need tending to,
I just need to find them first.
So tired from last night,
Riding unicorns through the stars.
(No one believes me.)
Trouble is we're all blinking too fast for our own good as it is.
I've done everything I've promised to do this year, so far,
And I haven't even made the promises yet.
That's how interesting I've been lately.
You have no idea how hard it is to be this interesting.
Riding Bellyglow through the thrushes of song birds...
I probably don't know, either.
What a bucket of letters this is.
Thanks for Peking, thanks for Hong Kong.
Happy New Year.
When we were children, he played half a part in growing.
He was always sure of himself, forever knowing
that if he worked hard, and devoted himself for us,
he would be sure to provide a life that’s fabulous.
There’s one Sunday in June that to all of us is dear.
However, we should honor him every day this year.
The man may be a lifesaver as a physician,
or hold any other quite important position.
He may be in government as a politician,
or keeping all records straight as a statistician.
Whatever may be his life’s goal, or his vocation,
we’re sure to owe him great amounts of admiration.
He may negotiate until a deal has been struck.
He is a Teamster’s Union member driving a truck,
or in a Chinese restaurant cooking Peking Duck.
To have him for a father, we have all been in luck.
Whatever he does or accomplishes in living,
he has been a great father, and he keeps on giving.
So if it applies to you men, here is what I’ll say:
I wish all of you the happiest of Father’s Day.
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