Short Larder Poems
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Yule/Christmas
Obscene capitalism
Can best be observed
At Christmas
Midwinter festival
Larder full we share our
Luck with our nearest
Christmas is the devil’s revenge
He was never invited
Now he gives us hell with glitter.
Do you fear productivity
and lay your sloth upon the Lord?
Is indolence your proclivity?
Satan surely loves your accord.
But Satan is the Devil.
He will not fill your larder.
In your apathy he’ll revel.
Wake up and try a little harder!
Limerick : Once a wife Nurse and husband Doctor
Once a wife Nurse and husband Doctor
Loved the meat served from Clinic larder
So they went in to see
Found morgue bodies for free
Since then stopped buying meat from butcher.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
He blunders around grocery stores.
Impulse buying - compelling.
Back home
he looks at the bagged,
wonders why,
wonders
if he will also charge around
tomorrow.
The larder, the pantry
the stacked cans
of all kinds of Spam
gleam untouched
but one day -
you never know.
A randy head chef from New Barber
Just couldn’t control his strong ardour
Caught on CCTV
Chef and waitress Marie
Having sex in the kitchen and larder
Poor Marie got in very hot water
(As she was the owner’s young daughter)
Getting flat on her back
It got Marie the sack
For doing something that she aughter!
10/2/18
Dawn curls her lips shyly this foggy morning
Gone is the twinkling of her pearly white spring
Gone are the greedy songbirds herded away
Their perches now bare of whim and whimsy
Cherish your larder as does the ant who dances
Welcome warmheartedly all of Gravity's prances
He has furies of voids to fill, each moment anew
For the seeds that pull through with you, renew
It's insane how vain they've been in the Bazball reign
Disdain campaign won't refrain restrain slain again
Won't explain just say we'll double down entertain
In the Bazball larder one ingredient just go harder
Their riposte we lost because we did well over train
Despaired repeat defeat flared cos were too prepared
Inane taking the pis* our abyss Aussie bliss... Bris Bane
The dragon was a cute little fellow
He was small and green and kind of mellow.
We had fun with him as he grew larger
Until he burned down our house and larder.
Then, the dragon was not cute any more.
The city quaked as he gave out his roar.
He burned then ate our gossiping neighbor,
No longer a pet but an invader.
So, if you find a lost baby dragon
You’d best be rid of it in some fashion.
words to paint the pictures seen
in Mother Nature's larder
are hidden and so hard to glean
to make one try yet harder
deceptively with sudden ease
they slip and slide in view
a mirror to frustrated tease
as Mother reaches and displays
the tasty morsals I can't find
she swears I'm blind
in her refridgerator
And Naturally like sunset's song
is seen but never heard
I hold my tongue and go along
and never say a word
Till later
Form:
This is a large land,
of water and sand,
this earth,
it has so many,
vyinng for so little,
which is made available,
that games are played,
so that things are gained,
they cut,maim, and murder,
for a mere full larder,
its everywhere,
with everyone,
and if you are not part,
then you might depart,
that's what I wish now,
look at the moon,
so empty and inviting,
why can't you make it reachable,
and habitable,
make my moon,
I would go there,
as if I got a boon.
MOORLAND
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Moorland, wilderness, natural beauty, Nature!
Wilderness, from barren to verdant glory.
Natural, prime, if untouched, an untold story.
Beauty, as perceived by human-nature.
Nature, its larder for all and sundry!
Mick E Talbot 2018...
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