ANON
Come on now, you know who you are
A good online poet with verses a-plenty
Wowing everyone, even the cognoscenti
With rhyme, metaphor and fine imagery
Many admirers, as we think you’re a star
It is clear, as a poet, you are committed
All those works that you decide to enter
And never bland nor beige, like polenta
However you may choose to spell centre
Reflected in the poetry you’ve submitted
Your word pictures take us all to the brink
With your syllable counts you raise the bar
Each single contest entry is inspiring so far
No naming names, we know who you are
Perhaps an insight into the way you think
NINE ELEVEN
That fateful day when the news came in
Grim indeed, but seemed a world away
The two tall pinnacles of a modern city
It took some time to really feel the pity
All colour disappeared, leaving only grey
And in that moment chaos would begin
Services were scrambled to reach the site
One soon after the other, crashing down
Crumbling stonework, and twisted iron
All due to the human version of a prion
Penetrating the very nucleus of downtown
And a rapid spreading of fear and fright
There was also a third attack later that day
At the very heart of military intelligence
Back at the collapsed World Trade Center
Clouds hung in the air, like dirty polenta
For such a wound, there was little defence
And dusty survivors stumbled to get away
A nation that never imagined such an event
It was a most painful strike on body and mind
Perhaps the warning signs were never heeded
Some serious readjustment certainly needed
Into the psyche, new determination enshrined
And a message of war was packaged and sent
She wanted the dinner to be specail so she asked
her specail freind to fix it for her.
she would offer both roast pheasant and chicken
combined with fried polenta with
buttermilk ,bacon bits redbell peppers, chives and asparagus.
Sagey dressing. Garlicey mashed potatoes, and gravey.
goat cheese/cream cheese herbed pastries.
garden salad with croutons, and a savory Catilina dressing.
Boc Choy and cabbage.
roasted butternut squash medallions.
a rich poundcake and brioche bread pudding
with eggnog, dates, coconuts, dried cherries, and dreid mango:
served with vanilla icecream and toffee.
an offering of wines.
All to get people smiling.
All over Italy north and south
Cows and goats and their cheeses
Corn polenta, mid-land pastas
There white and red wine always pleases
Beans and cabbages poor man’s wishes
Folded with tomatoes and onions
Add broth, and eatable Allium that helps the best dishes
That strong flavored bulb even illnesses eases
Ah Italy the chefs and mothers have such genius
The country endowed with uncommon vigor of mind
There you will find versions of dishes of every kind
And though the Nazis were there people still dined
Many sent their meats and cheeses to barns and homes
Where people would run and hide leaving the worse behind
Reminding us Bologna gave us sauce, pasta and pears
In remembrance still everyone gathers and shares
Ah Italy how I wish I could again be there
But tonight in Santa Cruz there will be —
Still be tomatoes, cheeses, pasta and pears
Across the Swiss and Austrian Alps
brutal gusts steadly blow,
calling for heavy snowflakes
dancing as lost butterflies...
falling as summer's lonely stars.
Ginger bread smells good,
honey in tea is superb;
I inhale the steamy swirls that
jackrabbits love to smell.
Kaffe Klatsch is strong
lurching through their nostrils,
making them too hyper.
Northern Italy's wooden shacks
over the wide, frigid vallies...
point to a warmer South
quiet only at evening or night.
Roam as deer on snowy slopes,
stunning is the alpine scenery:
trees as tall as redwoods
ululate louder than hungry wolves...
vulnerable to snowdrifts' attacks.
Watch the skiers having fun,
xelophones making music,
yummy polenta being eaten...
zealous alpinists singing.
They were named the Dolomites,
the Pale Mountains of Belluno,
for their limestone, jagged peaks
and shaped splintered spires;
and they're more breathtaking even without snow!
In this region, spring is so colorful and lovely
with its lilium parvum and misurina wildflowers
waving in those grassy meadows
so frequented by busy butterflies.
In the winter season, skiers,
bundle up in their warm sport's attire,
challenging their strength and curiosity;
while below, in wooden brown huts,
coffee is sipped in hot cups,
and steaming polenta is eaten with delight.
Alaska has bears and penguins;
in this region of Belluno,
the paradise of the Alps,
only cows are seen grazing,
and unbridled horses galloping
through grasslands looked above
by sleek Churches' steeples.
Climbers and trekkers follow their trials
and indulge in peace and solitude,
hoping to reach their highest peak and contemplate altitude;
that's plenty of endurance and patience to see their ego glow!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci