A Gourmet’s Soul – Free Verse – November 17, 2014

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Jose Fernando, Still Life With Oysters, Lemon and Belgian Beer

 

A subtle mix is a gourmet’s soul
His palate is his most erogenous zone –
To taste fresh fish an orgiastic event
That yields great sighs and lingering smiles –
With hints of toasty bits of bread and wine
You’ll have good sex with him anytime –
So don’t despair my darling girl –
Buy him fresh oysters and abalones …

(C) G.s.k. ’14

 

Sunday Whirl words: lingering, fresh, tends, palate, hints, sex, yields, toasty, soul, mix, subtle

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In the Cemetery at Midnight – Free Verse – November 2, 2014

At the party 3 strange men romped –
Holding an unlit lantern … doing hocus-pocus
They suggested we take a walk …
To test our courage and our fear –
Thus challenged off we went
For a moonlit walk on Halloween night.
At midnight into the cemetery we strode …
Eerie sounds seemed to follow us
Could this be the specter from the crypt,
We all heard so much about?
Asked Muriel in a trembling voice.
I just shook my head haughtily
For I’m no believer in ghosts or ghouls ..
The owl hooted in glee as we passed near –
Then a smoky form seem to  take shape,
With oozing blood dripping reality!
I gave a howl and began to run …
Macabre shadows seemed to follow close ..
My heart beat like an African drum …
Until I heard the giggles from the trees
Looking closer I had the treat ..
Of seeing the tree aforementioned men …
There they were with an odd projector …
Creating the illusion of the awful specter
Making a fool of us all … but most of all me!

(C) G.s.k. ’14

The Words: party,strange, lantern, treats, hocus-pocus, crypt, specter, eerie,  howl, midnight, shadows, owl, moonlit, macabre ,smoky

Linked to Pink. Girl, Ink. Blog for Wordle for Halloween which I found through Jules Longer Strands of Gems Follow the link to her great Kyrielle Sonnet and Shadorma which she wrote using the Wordle!

The Octopus and The Eel – Free Verse – October 27, 2014

Under the choppy sea
Among the rocky shoals
Not far from sunny Ischia
In the Golf of Naples
Lays in wait an octopus …

Among the algae he stays
Oozing his ailing slime
His tentacle moves slowly
To catch a briny fish …

The fishermen tell a story
The travelers listen in awe
Of the near ubiquitous creatures
Which lived under the sea nearby …

The octopus has a rival,
An ancient moray eel
They live in neighboring rocks
And though intangible to men,
A battle is daily fought …

Lean and long with dangerous teeth
More rapid than an arrow
The eel can bridge a gap in seconds
Snapping up a wayward fish
Right out of the mollusc‘s grip …

With an expulsion of black ink
The octopus protests …
But the eel’s only reply is
A haunty coruscation
In the pitch black murky gloom.

(c) G.s.k. ’14

The moray eel and the octopus are not in fact rivals at all … this is just a bit of fancy.

 

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Linked to Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie Wordle:

1. Coruscation (a sudden gleam or flash of light) 2. Bridge 3. Expulsion 4. Algae 5. Traveler 6. Ooze 7. Ailing 8. Lean 9. Briny 10. Ubiquitous (omnipresent) 11. Pitch 12. Intangible

 

The Great War – Free Verse – October 26, 2014

From Portraits of War – Click the photo to go to the blog.

strange mankind’s frivolous dreams
dressed in gnarled blue scenery
but the poppies growing in the field
found their roots in dead men’s blood
or so the stories and songs go,
of the apocalyptic great war

thirteen days the battle raged
audible were the wails of pain
many have written their literary tales
exalting the heroes of the day
blotted “inklings” and bad verse
of the apocalyptic great war

and yet … now I look on this field
no sign of battle here remains
speedy the passage of time
that covers all men’s follies handily
in blue scenery and frivolous dreams
remain heroic epilogues and celebrations
of the apocalyptic great war

(c) G.s.k. ’14

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The poem refers to an imaginary battle that could have taken place during the Great War, also known as the First World War.   This year is the 100th year since the beginning of that war … it was called “great”, until WWII,  because it was so terrible that everyone thought that mankind would never dare to fight another war.

I’ve used “inklings” the way I did because to the best of my knowledge there is no plural of inkling … but there was a Literary group called The Inklings at Oxford (of which among others Tolkien was a member) … so I used “inklings” as a metaphor for messy writing as in ink smudges.

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A Martyr and A Prisoner – Free Verse – October 20, 2014

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Here inside my crazy head
A martyr and a prisoner shines,
Born from whispered wisdom
From some hazy childhood secret …

Hidden in the shadow of my mind
Protected by steel and armor
Is my diamond bright sense of humor
My Cassandra seer into absurdities …

What most people take so seriously.
Often causes me to giggle.
But strangers look at me ominously
When my laughter bubbles over.

So I’ve locked it under key –
To save me from the crime
Of laughing out of place …
During portentious times.

I shake my head and frown …
As people clash and fight but say
In slightly different ways
Exactly the same things …

Here inside my crazy head
A martyr and a prisoner shines,
Protected by steel and armor
My diamond bright sense of humor

(c) G.s.k. ’14

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Leafy Boat Lullaby – Free Verse – October 13, 2014

The Grand Canal from Palazzo Flangini to Campo San Marcuola, Canaletto, 1738

 

Leafy Boat Lullaby – Free Verse

Riding on my leafy boat
along the gutter
to the stream
with just my hopes,
that make-up my dreams,
and my pet field mouse
to accompany me …
I’ll cross the lake
then flow into the Po
and finally I’ll find
the Grand Canal
where all the merchants
of the Republic sail
to the Holy Land
and beyond …
so let it rain
what say you my dear
I need the gutter stream
to wander
and if the thunder
sounds like cannon balls
we’ll just ignore them
and the celestial wars …
I’ll find a rainbow
then off I’ll go
to my leafy boat
and handily
will I float off to the sea
… if you want
you can come with me
into dream land
with this lullaby
and we’ll visit
the King of China …

(c) G.s.k. ’14

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MM’s Wordle – October 1, 2014 (OctPoWriMo)

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The Visit

In a kitchen bright with chromium shelves,
A plethora of pans and a conveyor belt,
The blast of the oven freed a vortex of smells –
Of apples, onions and cinnamon too.

The receptionist stood at the kitchen door
Tapping his foot in disgust and dismay
He sought out someone to clean up the hall
(A mad tourist had smeared vaseline everywhere).

In the bedlam of the kitchen he went ignored,
Everyone was busy doing this or that …
He let out such a wail of ire and bile
He surprised a young mermaid, swimming nearby.

The chef in his cap glowered balefully
At the man who’d made his orange souffle fall
Pivotal for the evening meal it’d been …
Now he’d have to start over again.

The vaseline gone, the souffle risen high,
The hotel was ready for their special guest …
Everyone wore their uniforms with pride …
As the Michelin gourmet sat awarding his stars.

Yes, the Michelin map now has a new five-star hotel
Near a hillside that overlooks the Zuiderzee,
The gourmet raves at the wonders of their orange souffle
And the bright clean sheen of the reception hall.

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OctPoWriMo 2014

Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie wordle contains 12 words those words are: 1. Pivotal 2. Mermaid 3. Bedlam 4. Blast 5. Conveyor 6. Chromium 7. Plethora 8. Cinnamon 9. Vortex 10. Kitchen 11. Reception 12. Vaseline

 

 

 

 

Yesterday’s Posts – September 20, 2014

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September 18, 2014

A Thought from a Poem – Velado| Bastet and Sekhmet’s Library

30 Days of Haiga – September 18, 2104| Through the Eye of Bastet

River| Bastet’s Waka Library

Little Creatures – Ants (Haibun)|  Bastet’s Waka Library

September 19, 2014

The Internecine War| Bastet and Sekhmet’s Library

30 Days of Haiga – September 19, 2014| Through the Eye of Bastet

Little Creatures – Ants (2)| Bastet’s Waka Library

Vinyards| Bastet’s Waka Library

Yesterday’s Posts – September 17, 2014

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Tackle Tuesday Veracity| Bastet and Sekhmet’s Library

Mindlovesmisery’s Wordle| Bastet and Sekhmet’s Library

Mindlovesmisery’s Sister Awake| Bastet and Sekhmet’s Library

30 Days of Haiga| Through the Eye of Bastet

Carpe Diem Special – St. Francis| Bastet’s Waka Library

A Highway to Hell – Remember this Music?| Bastet’s Waka Library

Bjorn Rudberg – Haiku and Humour| Bastet’s Waka Library

 

Mindlovesmisery’s Monday Wordle – September 16, 2014

The Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie wordle contains 12 words those words are:

1. Vantage 2. Insipid (without distinctive, interesting qualities) 3. Collar 4. Spit 5. Captivity 6. Adrenalin 7. Predicate (to proclaim, assert) 8. Shield 9. Colossus 10. Scratch 11. Mercury 12. Evaporate

From the vantage point of this insipid planet,
I rose my collar against the spitting rain –
Held here in captivity – my adrenalin roars –
Driving me to predicate yet another warning
Hoping to shield this colossus, Earth from his folly …
But by scratching the surface I found,
That I,  Mercury am “demodè” … so I evaporated.

I wanted to try to see if I could take the words in their order and turn them into a sensible poem … 🙂  However I hope to return to it … as I have something still lurking inside!