Short Simmered Poems
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New season vegetables
simmered pork belly
with butter & suet crust
a buttery broth
clear jelly and cream
chestnuts and
Ale!
Tender chicken breast filets
Lightly dredged in flour
Sauteed then simmered in sauce
lemon and capers
served o'er spaghetti
Romano
cheese
O the stew of human progress
The feast of our enterprise
Simmered long enough now
For society to settle
The Fatheads
Have risen to the top
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Cryptic phrases
I can’t decode them
Frozen in a memory
Of what you might have meant
Was it you who said these things
Or a voice that simmered
On the depths of the horizon?
Form:
Chicken, yogurt, garlic, ginger,
garam masala, cayenne,
turmeric, cilantro simmered in a skillet.
Mint, and mustard-seed sauteed
aromatic till it pops. Inhale,
taste India.
I sprain my ankle alot
doing things my ankle can't handle,
obviously.
My fondue is simmered by the pain; the flame of new.
Makes me feel alive,
and a bit horny too.
I will survive.
Delicious tender beef chunks
simmered with onions
and small round white potatoes
in a seasoned sauce.
Real men don’t eat quiche.
They adore
stew!
For Sara Kendrick's "Low Country Boil"
Let not the heat of anger scorch one's soul.
Simmered down by a rain of sorrow,
New life can be had from the ground below.
There, the soul gives birth to a seed of joy,
Sustained by memories of those lost to time.
Tender petals have withered away
Blissful thoughts have simmered away
Those unfulfilled promises are memorable
They refuse to slither away
My life continues to flicker away
I simmered in my warm pool of anger...
Splattered wax from the candles; broken...
Regrets dripping from the words not spoken...
The eerie night breeze came in from the south...
The darkness breathed and writhed in the wind...
Where have I begun? And where will I begin?
I've been at the edge before, I swear
I've made it to where hope is simmered down;
But there was nothing for me there,
So I simply turned around.
I've retraced all the footsteps, I swear
I've made my way up and back to town;
But there was nothing for me there,
So I simply turned around.
Walking away
Day you betrayed my love
my heart profusely bled,
As passion simmered
the soul rested in peace,
Came no thoughts of walking away.
Written Dec 16th, 2015
For contest "Walking away" by Silent one
Awarded 4th place win
Entered for 'The day my lover left" old/new poems - contest by SKAT A
Sugar and sliced tomatoes
Simmered quite a lot!
Cook til' thick, add pinch of salt
Pepper hits the spot!!
Cream cheese, tops the bread
Then spread the
Red!
These are so yummy, easiest hor'd'oeuvres ever!
Serve on warm, toasted, sliced baguettes!
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For Andrea's "Drool" Contest 10/26/14
Colors matter more in light.
Here comes a late day.
In it you realize you were wrong.
Mountains spoke to you.
"Never a dull image of God are you."
Evenings simmered around you.
You climb up here with me to the tippy-top
To see all that can be seen
Over our layered dreams.
Perhaps we shall learn
Summer's colors before the clock strikes thirteen.
Your black hair shimmered
I knew not the reason
I watched it every little season
My heart and head simmered
Your shapely body twinkled
As if never would it be wrinkled
Yet it had a little lesion
Which never ever rankled
You were my heart`s queen
Those organs of sight
Just witty and bright
They caught me off guard
An angel is all l had seen
I zoomed heavenward!
Monday madness mauled my meandering melancholy mind
Tuesday tinkered tactlessly through tainted thoughtless taunts
Wednesday went without wonderful words whispered willingly
Thursday tempting taunting the tigresses to truant
Friday frivolously featured fruitful freaky fun frolics
Saturday simmered signifying sumptuous sultry spectacular scenes
Sunday slow slovenly siesta singing sunny songs
Form:
Tender boneless chicken breast
Steeped in warm spices
Gently simmered in hot oil
With tomatoes
Ripe red and juicy
Melting in
Mouth!
Slowly over the hours it simmered.
intensifying as the heat deepened.
Senses now on fire in anticipation.
Skin heating up in expectation.
Blood now hot and bubbling.
Flames everywhere shooting.
Stomach growls as it is hit.
Legs give out and so I sit.
Wow that was one hot curry
Never ever good to hurry.
If you thought it something different
Would a woman really be so flagrant?
written 24/07/2015
T'was like autumn at May,
Where the sun vaguely sprinkled
Its delightful rays
At the tree which bore
Thy love that reigned
And shed its leaves
Like drops of rain.
T'was like autumn at May,
When the wind blew
Chilling the colors out of you
Where the rain slowly simmered
The misery it conveyed
Like how our love slowly died
In the cold winter winds of hate.
We fell out of love,
On that month we call 'May'.
I knew when sparks flew
From my brand in her cavern,
The friction-lit dark
Fanned the impotent fires;
The charring of juices
Hot, uric and spicy,
Flowed a lateral tango
And the hairs sluiced with life.
With a breath of exalting
The dream turned to torture,
Collapsed in a gnarling
Of dust from the grind;
When done only dying
With memory and meat-hooks
Simmered down upon skin
And the night embroiled vengeance.
Elderliness
Closer and closer they came
old women with faces made of lava
and stinking volcanic mouths.
Bodies of soil after years of drought,
dead oasis simmered
between thin thighs and haloes
of brittle hair.
They slowly stomped during ancient dust
covered their bird claw feet.
I turned and fled through a thorny bush.
Stumbled into indifference time.
Fell into a muddy lake
and drowned in a cascade of ages.
Ask, and it shall be given you . . . "
from a portion of Matthew 7:7 King James Version
The valley was scorching. Air simmered despair
as its people prayed for rain.
Eyes cast skyward, they cried, “God, bring us relief.
This drought will be our bane.”
One evening a deluge came over the land,
washing their fears away.
They woke to sweet petrichor. Glorious light
flooded the break of day.
After the broadsword's been hammered
After the battle blade's been tempered
While all the forge fires clamored
Their blood's been Semper Fi simmered
Die cast, more molded metal men
Die classed, just one more axe to bear
Bold swings from the hip once again
Gold medals rip lead through the air
Molten metal men by the scores
Molting fallen families mourn
We stoke our fires to warm our wars
One more Semper Fi tempered born
Cherished lovers ...
only in a magical mesmerizing moment
coloring passion remembered.
Passion ... someone's perfume perhaps or,
a desire for chocolate fudged to ebony.
Sweethearts embrace
held in pre-alzheimer snapses ... cuddling.
Such a pity, or perhaps ...
a blessing? Why swoon or sway in the silence?
Just rest in a sweetness
of simmered leftovers
embracing this soul that knows
mountaintop peaks,
starbursts of ectasy
forever and always.
A battlefield of delusion
A victim in the walls of her own conclusion
Smothered by the tapestry of threading thoughts
The guilt lurking, persistent knots
Blind to the bright and forgiving revive
She descends into the depths of another disguise
A breath like suffocation
This powerful realm of obsession
The worn pages flip one by one
Her vision scattered before the setting sun
A burning flame that simmered
A dimming radiance in her eyes that once glimmered