Track them most as wanderers
Life's deep ponderers.
Who scales this rarefied air
Breathes in genius!
By what, in fowl, does impress
For soaring progress
Led on as twere. Inspired, more
Again, as if by
Their own breakthroughs, fiery-high.
Divine! Splenderous!
Walkers and pickers
Of countrysides, fair.
Sweet briar; cherry blossom.
Trailing arbutus.
Follow. Whilst love-teared, too wide
Struggle most that look to hide.
Tender and nervous.
As rich, thick-scented
Whose rarefied air.
For what burgeons, peculiar
To poetic thought.
Sacred in soul's kindred sense
Breath it in as twere incense.
As devoutness ought.
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Weighing for a thought, golden
Dropped by whom, this coinage
Into startled mind?
Access to realms approved. Flushed out
This cheerless from behind.
Love's; of a more rarefied
Gracefulness compelled by.
Now actualized. See!
Sweet, twas by whose hand, a fairy's
So lavished me I cry ?
Cookery Programs
Chunky fists hit the kitchen sink...hard
on every TV channel.
So manly, they are not queers
but 100% men,
No flowery aprons for us.
Cooking was what women did before,
but no more,
Now you get the Sunday roast with added
aggression and swearing.
The kitchen has been turned into
a battlefield of egocentric men who´s
The ambition is to be the best in
the rarefied world of cookery
It is not about you, the diner.
When the kitchen soldiers put food
on your plate,
They try to make it into a work of art
When all you wanted was a steak and fried onions
at a friendly price.
Published Poet
I wrote a poem 24 years ago,
I have forgotten it now,
but I was paid twenty quids
and my plan was to frame it
for anyone doubt
I was truly a poet,
My wife was sarcastic about this
paltry sum, she didn’t get it
I had joined the rarefied
of a poet who had been paid
for his work.
I do not do poetry comps
anymore,
The excitement of winning was
too overwhelming.
Through the breeze driven fluttering foliage
sunlight licks lasciviously upon her skin.
Through the diaphanous dress that surrounds her
it warms her as her frenzied frolic begins.
In her rarefied rapture she prances,
ending sublime stasis from the night before
when suitor satyrs did woo her,
a legend legacy from days of yore.
Now alone in her wandering woodland
she dances dangerously close to free,
to the magical music of birdsong,
lithe limbs twisting beneath her trees.
She tosses tousled hair to the morning,
with artistic abandon she flies,
among the sun speckled leaves of her true loves
who brush branches to signal their sighs.
You spoke a new language
of rarefied air
guided nonchalantly
through curving channels of brass
Conduits of cool
juries of jazz
floating past soulful valves
harbingers of what will come
Slender fingers
improvising storylines
magistrates of melancholy
bailiffs of bop
Miles from the mainstream
a milestone of
modern modalities
kind of blue
The purple lands
reading the daily papers
following others leads
A message from your editor
The Sunshine is low
the air rarefied
but every friend is now your enemy
no matter the end
and the rest is mere interest
across some arcane wind
I exhale
before each inhale.
I unfurl the umbrella
before I jump.
Exhale.
Rarefied air
slows the descent,
spelunking, searching
for the key
that unlocks
the safe where
I placed your heart.
Inhale.
Jet streams
lift me up
over the cresting
clouds. Exhale.
Sunset. Inhale,
the sun rises,
streaming through
the keyhole. Exhale,
the first tumbler falls.
That Salad Went Right Through Me
I've always wanted to write a poem called
“That Salad Went Right Through Me”.
And I would wager upon its best destiny:
To begin with, there is the Universal Theme--
For who has not gurgled around a conference table
at half past the last radish scrap?
Who, once stalled, has not
persistently punched the flusher
to muffle the borborygmus din?
But on a loftier note, I prefer
to think of my paean emblazoned
in the annals of first line indexes,
where, as one wanders lonely as a cloud
over dactyls and tropes,
“That salad went right through me”
trots right off the page
demanding a fervid flip to its leaf.
And future discourse plied at workshops,
and other such rarefied privies of poesy
might thusly include:
"Did you write a poem for the class today?"
Yes...“That Salad Went Right Through Me”
"Well then, you should consider the cheesecake."
ON REVENGE
Revenge is too often rarefied as the idol of man's veneration.
It is also viewed as unrighteous of earnest thought.
Having recovered from slander
By my adversary,
my enemies and my antagonists;
Learned what it means to be bullied
Love left out of reach of them!
I saved myself from evildoers;
These ruthless bastards and es left me no choice;
but to fight;
I stayed lying in wait to approach;
My compelling truth conspired against them.
Revenge is sweet…..Sometimes!
Eternal city where
Mere mortals bravely tread
Inhaling rarefied atmosphere
That still evokes Renaissance passion
Caravaggio's art speaks from his paintings
While our verbal discourse becomes mute
Before his mighty vision.
Delice
22-11-2020
Enigma
The USA has Trump
and the whole world suffers under his tyranny.
But we must not forget he was elected
and will be elected again.
Does this half of America guilty too?
or are the people so uninformed and propagandized
they think Trump is excellent? (because he says so)
Many Jews say they dislike the leadership in Israel
but do nothing about to stop it,
or they will not survive as a country if they are not
cruel towards the Palestinians.
Macron of France is a tyrant, ignores peoples wishes
and only listens to bankers, the workers i
is not essential in his rarefied world, and we do accept
his immoral serpentinites.
The British ditched a social leader; now they have got
a man who works against their interest and given time
will bring this once great country to its knees.
Have they got a leader they deserve?
Definition:
Corona ' the rarefied gaseous envelope of the sun or other stars'
Dose that mean this virus is space born or maybe from mars?
The media will inform you to Heed the warnings and feel that fear
'That we should Close the boarders
"let's not have it here" .
don't touch that ‘
and avoid that place the latest reports confirm it’s from space .
Just a cough at the beginning this heralds its start
'but watch the hell out
‘for this virus is smart .
I heard on the radio that hospitals can no longer cope
'this thing from the stars has robbed our hope ,
thousands have fallen and some have even died
from this astral weapon that's now been applied .
So What's the government’s line to combating this plague ?
It’s to Forget this poem
‘As it’s misleading and vague .
My one, my own, most special star,
Beams such love from afar;
Precious, most pure rays of light,
Heaven's best and sure delight.
Winsome, loveliest, eternally true.
Silvery shadows tinged of blue;
This rarefied treasure-how fine!
A love that could surely be mine.
Deepest, shimmeriest kind of glow.
What more love a heart can know?
Saddest, bluest when you depart;
Could only see you within my heart.
Satiny, silky, serene-so sweet!
Lustrous when our paths they meet.
And when the snow begins to fall,
To my heart does this season call.
My one, my own most solitary star,
Everlasting flame from heaven afar,
That shines through a like so true,
And makes me fall for you!
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