Short Skewers Poems
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Mascarpone roulade and
Strawberry meringue
Elderflower syllabub
Marsmallow skewers
Vanilla cheesecake
Banoffe
Sigh!
marinated pork belly
exudes decadence
my charcoal grill is smokin
juice drips from skewers
great appetizer
can’t wait to
bite
An old fashioned lemonade
Peach Melba cooler
A glass of Spanish sangria
Pina colada
Pimms with fruit skewers
Or planter's
Punch !
Soft lavash, luscious Sangria, savory shrimp, scallop skewers,
scrumptious lobsters, seasoned steak, sauteed spinach, squash,
scrummy lemon lady finger, strawberry shortcake, latte, lungo.
La la, lovely, lavish, some sumptuous supper!
[bard1]
To wit, sans pearl, mere grit and sand,
an irritant, sebaceous cyst,
expressive as a mongrel’s gland,
self-seeking randy churlish tryst!
[bard2]
Eccentric heel’s ethos raised grand,
eschews finesse, rough skewers gist,
a numpty dumpty, brillig panned,
thou frontal lob, now dully bris’d!
Most time is
unremarkable:
the conscious mind asleep
between stitches and scores
hoots and howls
sweet scents and fouls
hunger and bowels--
viruses needing cures,
shifting earth
and weather skewers
determining our garments
and directions…
even our intimate affections
a product of environment,
each a prison of sorts
Strange, yet God claims
not to lead us…
:::Poetry:::
:::.~Africa~.:::
Africa my pride!
Land of the Lion...
Africa my light!
Land of the Nile river...
Africa my dream!
Land of the Kalahari...
Africa my song!
Land of the Quasa drum...
Africa my hope!
Land of Mqobothi beer...
Africa my joy!
Land of the Lagoon city...
Africa my love!
Land of Suya skewers...
For Africa,
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My broken words lie in tatters
discarding all that matters,
echoing the splintering sounds,
of this heart when it shatters.
Im floating down the sewers,
lynched by unknown skewers,
tossed and flung away,
into the bowels of today.
Still I refuse to beat my retreat,
despite the sting of the icy sleet,
and through the slicing rain,
I will sing a hopeful refrain,
picking myself up to stand again...
Form:
A Pileated Woodpecker skewers through
The golden mirage of fall trees
Leaves dropping from frosted beginnings
Rush my glance towards his perch
Loud knocking races my blood
Fumbling with my camera
Never captured
History on parchment proclaims freedom
Offering hope to all who taste the
Coming winter
To all who taste
The
Coming
Winter