To make a limerick oatcake
Five spoonful of wheat flour it`ll take,
The first, second and fifth spoons of 7-10 syllables must chime
With a rhyme that flows smoothly through all times.
The third and the fourth spoons of 5-7 syllables are bound,
To hold to the same sweet final sound
To each other with the same air,
Though quite shorter they surely are.
Then one adds a cup of powdered milk grand,
One cup of rolled oat of a noble brand,
Half a cup of sugar one must weave,
With a pinch of salt as joke that readers shall believe.
Let `s not omit drops of vanilla, a spoonful of baking powder,
And half a cup of butter before bringing to a knead proper
By adding a cup of liquid milk, a little at a time,
Leaving the knead for a while to shine.
The knead is checked for correctness,
Rolled in little balls, flattened with sharpness,
Then placed on a preheated buttered pan
And set in the oven, eight minutes each side, to turn grand.
Oh, life was good, the days were sunny
Every taunt, every insult seemed funny,
I loved all my foes and friends to a fault
and ate my dessert with a pinch of salt.
With a dash of vinegar, some sour cream
I turned nightmare into the sweet dream,
Aches, pains, cramps and shivering cold
For pennies my profound thoughts I sold.
I buried my legs in the sands knee deep
I laugh with the wind, with the sea I weep,
I frolic in the rain, waddle in the puddle
the state of the world’s a pitiable muddle.
Is the feather touch of a fast flying bird eternal?
Does a tinge of tap of a butterfly turn love-journal?
Feelings fluttering like passersby do not come to stay,
Feel it with a pinch of salt and walk away, anyway...!
Though the gentle breeze of the seashore has warmth much to give,
Does it, like a constant companion, come with you to live?
My sentiments are often like my tea cup and my lip,
They have iffy brushing and pressing only when I sip...!
Passion and compassion has abruptly drawn out restraints,
Can't I, when you occupy my private space, have complaints?
If you, in the name of love enter in heart and break it,
Do you think, for your skin deep love I will myself submit...?
Love is love, finally. There is no alternative truth,
Should I, for the sake of your lies trust all that is uncouth?
Bye, bye, my deceiver and dissembler, my hypocrite!
Let us, like the train-tracks , move forward, though not split or slit...!!!
15 June 2023
What's Love Got to Do with It - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Anderson
Lithesome words like ‘love’, ‘loyalty’
And ‘liberty’
Lie, like mollusks on the sea
Bed; closed clam shut
Not revealing
Anything but
An unctuous feeling
And when prized open
By a devouring question
The contents give one
Indigestion.
So let’s not swallow
Such squirming terms
These loathsome, lithesome, worming words.
Meaningless and absurd
But if they are our sole default,
Let us take them with a pinch of salt.
© Barry Freeman – 18th September 2020
Take life with a pinch of salt
Add black pepper
And chilli sauce
Stir it all up and rub in your eyes
Then try not to cry
That's life
DAMOx
Wisdom.
Wisdom is gained by knowledge and experience
But doesn't always come from a life lived
Maturity and old age
For some never really seem to learn
From the book of life
And are still stuck
On the first page
Be it better they have gained wisdom
On the things that really matter
Than have no wisdom at all
Facts and truth may remain alluff
But they can protect you from trips and falls
Make you stop and think
Before saying a word
Avoid a situation that spells danger
And season others words with a pinch of salt
When ever heard
But life is all about risk and change
And in some cases wisdom may not be enough at all
Your bed is changed by somebody else
That you have to lie on
And you have to keep your eye on the ball
Wisdom can bring great reward
But too much wisdom may not be too good at all
For man cannot always rely on his own wisdom
But Gods wisdom
For he is
The wisest
Of them all.
Peter Dome©2019.
Curiosity Soup
Curiosity Soup, serve with a pinch of Salt;
A warm mixture of Poetic words,
Vintage Wine or a very fine Malt.
Uncomplicated, yet satisfying and full;
Leave your taster time to absorb,
Rich flavours to savour and mull.
Give it depth yet effortless and clear,
Don't add ambiguity or pretension,
Use a clarity of words to hear.
Make it enjoyable even if emotional or sad,
Avoiding that bitter after taste,
Curiosity Soup, best you ever had.
Always nice to be away
From people like you
Who are stressing me apart,
Don’t you think so?
Whatever,
Just in time.
I was thinking deeply about
All that happened in my life,
Since I met you, I will never forgive,
It hurts too much,
Hope this party will remove such thoughts.
Have a great time,
Comments and feelings reserved,
Showering me with your weekend lies,
Coz you are fading away gracefully,
I know how to please myself.
This is the time when
We gotta take coffee
With a pinch of salt,
I love you percentile,
I don’t give a damn
What they are going;
I was driving when you beeped,
Talk to me before I walk
Into the cave.
Before I begin I must sprinkle some muse
The main ingredient for the words I'll choose
I'll add in some metaphors with a sprig of thyme
Then I'll add in two cups of rhyme
I'll then drop a pepper into the pot
And slices of sadness to make you tear up
I'll even add assonance, perhaps just a cup
There will be passion as the poem gets hot
A bit of personification with tomatoes I'll then stew
I'll add a teaspoon of alliteration too
This dish will be spicy just by default
I'll sprinkle my similes with a pinch of salt
With limericks, a dash of humor is thrown
Hope it will tickle your funny bone
With syllable count not a vowel to waste
My poem is cooked please take a taste!
Give me
life music smile
I could listen
or even dance a little to
And
With a pinch of salt
on my french fries
I will be yours for
Ever
More
XII.2015
are half full of water
seasoned with a pinch of salt
extracted from abysmal oceans
residing behind faucets
built into our eyes.
I take what she says
With a pinch of salt
Just like all the rest,
The sea sort I find best.
Take life with a pinch of salt
So the old adage goes
So follow the advice
Take it from one who knows
Take life with a pinch of salt
Take it from a wise fella
Just follow it with a slice of lemon
And a good shot of tequila
Admiration is a generous wine
But intoxicates if drunk unrefined.
American Doublet
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