Short Scone Poems
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under the sun
with a buttered bun
a butterfly
flies by
now I'm alone
but a ginger scone
and ginger tea
and me
now tea and scone
are gone
all done
and I'm alone
under the sun
Tea Time
Let’s each have a cup of Earl Grey
Maybe a hot scone with butter
Newly met, we have much to say
Our first time together goes well
Perhaps there will be more tea times
I made some scones – the best you’ve ever seen
Make dough - perfect to keep your fingernails clean!!!
Note to hubby - I used a nailbrush BEFORE I baked yesterday lol
Contest:- Epigram
Sponsor:- Silent One
22nd November 2015
Pic's of friend's grandkids,
my son, his girlfriend
A wooden mallard
A wooden mustang
My grandpa's paintings
My game keyboard
December chill
An itchy back
A cold, wet nose
Neighbor's chat
Creaking walls
Toasty dryer
Hot tea
ginger
Scone
Half empty cup,
man walking up.
In the zone,
staring at a half eaten scone.
Books strewn about,
writing without a doubt.
More poems written today,
than I thought I could muster.
Before I'd be a fluster,
now they flow freely,
my mind at ease.
My dearest sister has a son.
We call him dearie Shauryan.
Healthy, wealthy and pawn
Of parents, demanded scone
For eating in evening or dawn.
Chess playing at state level on
Till nation or inter forgone.
Never is lazy, never is con,
Is the best known icon
Wishing best for solon.
Please don’t ramrod your rules to me
I am a hippie woman, wild and free
I truly want to treat you kindly
Enjoy your should’s I say to thee
But I am not rule oriented, you see
Which explains my gorgeous flexibility
I will invite you to a scone and tea
But please don’t bring your rules with thee
Even though your bones creak
When you stumble from bed
Thinking, in the fog of the morn
What kind of day lies ahead?
With a splash of cold water
The morning routine complete
It’s then off to the kitchen
To find something to eat.
Crusty flaky and warm
It sits waiting for me
The morning now complete
A scone with my tea!
Perfect Cuppa.
Another cup of tea my dear
white two sugars, was it not?
A scone, a cake, a cracker
or something nice and hot?
Oh, yes please crackers and cheese
will be enough for me and yes I'd love a cuppa
but no sugar in my tea.
I'm not one for eating cakes
and I don't much care for scones
but I'll have another cuppa
when this one has gone.
One bonny day
I kilt me chicken,
Stirred eem inta me pot
For me soup to thicken.
I ate me some Haggis
An a scone or two,
After I kilt me cow
Ta make me stew.
Had ta put down me ol dog
Cause he kilt me ol cat,
Then I dug heem a hole
Way off in da back.
Den I picked up me pipes
And piped a sad lilt,
Wearing me ragged ol Tam
And me dusty ol kilt.
Sitting all alone,
sipping tea, munching a scone;
elderly woman
in a quiet coffeehouse
looking for conversation.
"That was delicious",
she says to the young server
seemingly busy.
She tries to make eye contact;
the young one averts her gaze.
It's like that most days...
staring at windows and walls.
Human connection:
a rarer commodity
for those who so need it most.
A Quatret To My Wife
When hell has frozen over,
And Hades’s dogs sleep quiet,
Love’s plant the blessed clover,
Will bloom a mossy riot
Love’s urgent thrust’s a miser,
Brings lovers’ secret moan,
But woman’s touch, a riser,
Tis butter on a scone
And with this love I worship,
The path on which we walk,
Our voyage is such a fair ship,
Does vex all others’ talk
Written for contest 16/7/15
Fruit Cake
Late make
Brisk whisk
Taste mix
Eggshell
Crunch hell
Bake cake
Fail make
Next time
Buy mine
Eye spy
Fruit pie
Ate all
Now full
Was glad
Now sad
Big tum
Fat bum
Join gym
Slim thin
Treat earnt
Not learnt
Cheese scone
All gone
Lick lips
Want Dips
In shop
Jaw drop
More cake
Pig take
Next move
Good food
Gorge war
No more
04.11.20
MISTER BALEEN
limerick
Mister Baleen got a whalebone
He went to a charmer Doctor scone
Doctor went to granny
She was very funny
Put bone on griddle to make a clone
© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty December 2014
Among all there is a wholesome son.
His name, we feel pride in, Shauryan.
On 20 November was the jewel born.
So precious that all want him as a pawn
But parents not ready to give for scone.
Without looking at him there’s no dawn
Chess playing at different levels is on.
All are sure of his ability family to conn
In a perfect direction without any con.
He is the best known and virtuous icon
Wishing best for his overall solon.
It beckons, taunts
"I dare ya!"
Come a little closer
Let me scare ya
Take a peek
you know ya wanna
We won't tell
Scouts honor
WHAP - whipped cream
Right in the kisser
Life's comment tossed
Serpent like "hisser"
She left her marks
But I still miss her
For she had added
Flesh to bone
Put peanut butter
On a scone
So must the muse my
In self defense
Challenge itself
Peek through the fence
John G. Lawless
5/3/2020
Turn my life
Around with each year
Remove strife
All pain and all fear
Arms held wide
With smile greet the day
I won’t hide
I’ll rise on my way
The sun is bright
My red dress to wear
Hair just right
I sit in my chair
Have some tea
With a scone or two
Nourishing me
To see the day thru
I’m happy now
There’s so much ahead
Start somehow
First step, with no dread
Take the lure
Enjoy the new day
To be sure
My years on the way!
Form:
Rolled twenty four hour emblem
Seraphim wing big bugle salute
Brass hark sinking eve rendered
In mango skin peach bleed fruit
Feeding starved ice vivid sphere
Jelly spread scone sweet revere
Flambe set circle tart crumbles
Untouched chains gold dissolve
Serpent thin silhouette humbles
Orange scorch ball's Hell resolve
Tempers the tepid forget me not
Stamen seed violet hippopotami
7th March
Sunset Marvel
A birthday’s not a birthday
If a candle’s not involved,
Despite the fact I’ve no idea
Just how that rite evolved.
You do not need a cake –
A scone or muffin will suffice
Although, to many, iced or frosted
Cakes are rather nice.
Of course, some people do not like
A public-type display,
With candles and the birthday song
To celebrate their day.
But even if it’s private,
When that candle is aglow,
It feels more like a birthday;
Close your eyes and wish and blow!
Vaccinate me now for fear of a third wave
Vaccinate me now because I’m not brave
Vaccinate me now before politics and rage
Vaccinate me now there is a war to wage
Vaccinate me now so I can smile and be free
Vaccinate me now I need retail therapy
Vaccinate me now so that I can be safe
Vaccinate me now before the lovely waif
Vaccinate me now my latte and scone await
Vaccinate me now I’ll this leap of faith
Vaccinate me now let’s go back normal
But the trouble with normal...
The boy on the bridge.
At the hospital, I woke up in the night
got up, walked into a hall I didn’t recognize
A nurse came and told me to go back to bed
“My father told me to stay here,” I said
I knew it was in a dream, a poem I had read
many years ago, when I could remember
with clarity what I read.
In the morning, waiting for breakfast,
coffee and a scone, a nurse was busy
sticking needles into me.
I tried to remember the title of the poem
“The boy on the burning bridge?.”