#zing
figures, flames and dancing silhouettes
shades and flashes and a zing
warmth, chills and lost in azure cloud
falling to a limitless pit
a face a mirror a pathway
a door a lamp a distance
a shadow a fear a climb a cliff
a death a memory a gateway.
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 2:02 AM UTC
My mother made lemon curd.
You could say it was her party trick.
Every year she’d make an enormous batch, and you’d have to grab a jar pretty quick.
The flavour, it was amazing!
Woke you up with a zap and a zing.
Not slept well or feeling a bit off? Have a spoonful of this and you’d sing.
The colour was spectacular, like pure sunshine in a jar.
And what made it all the more special was the lives it touched near and far.
You see, when people were given a jar of this, it touched a place deep inside.
Their lives went from grey and gloomy into lives filled with colour and pride.
They’d have it on toast or on porridge, far better than honey or jam.
I loved it turned into ice-cream, especially after eggs, chips and ham.
My mother had done this for a long time, left quite the legacy you see. Her first batch was made aged 11, her last at 103.
When her curd making days were over, and it was time to put her spoon away,
we gathered together to say goodbye, on a dull, grey and dismal kind of day.
The church was packed to the rafters, people remembered and laughed. Especially the vicar who adored her curd. He sometimes even ate it in the bath.
They all sang ‘Bring me sunshine’ as a tribute to my Mum and her spread. So here’s to her lemony goodness on crumpets, muffins or bread.
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 10:30 AM UTC
As eighth month of the year
both within Gregorian and predecessor,
the Julian calendar, where
said month originally
named Sextilis in Latin
since averred month ranked sixth
in ancient Roman calendar veer
really changed to August in honor
of Augustus Caesar
pinpointed eight Earthly
steeplechased rendezvous roundabouts
clocking viii sun danced orbitz
thru metaphorical solar turnstile,
sans common era there
after retaining a trace
of antiquity doth square
lee tug at mine olde ink
quiz hit heave egghead noggin
heady curiosity shoppe,
asper how lunar place name
linkedin as rare historical tidbit
thus, when at a loss,
what to write poem about
an unexpected brainstorm
found me not to doubt
Google when literary eureka
came to this lout
(only I own license to debase self)
just on the verge,
and ready to pout
fearing writer's block
as if creative juice
yielded nary a drop from thine figurative
fountain oft times
gushing water spout.
As a poetic foot note, aye
frequently ponder about
millenniums gone by,
and peoples, who
dotted with graveyards
of lovely bones after they did die
the four corners of the globe,
this twenty first century
chap doth espy
harem there, a debauched prurient
hot pocket of mankind
(woman too of course)
begetting, fostering, mothering
ancestors of this guy
retaining genetic characteristics
that got pooled watering
survival of the fittest well nigh.
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC
New place,
New pace.
I'm now ready to face
My new race.
Now I've set my game
I don't care about fame
I wont let anything stop me
I will be who I want to be.
The atmosphere suddenly changed...
The air feels strange....
My heart starts to beat fast
I can't believe this, I saw you at last.
I didn't saw that one comming...
About you, I know nothing...
Meeting you again was unexpected,
Being in the same school was not intended...
Time has passed...
But my feelings still last,
I promise I never felt lust
I can assure you, you can give me your trust.
This is so stupid!!
With you, I got hit hard by cupid...
I don't think this is puppy love...
I guess to you, I truly am inlove.
Im sorry,
There is nothing to worry.
Just stay off my sight,
For you, my feelings, I will stop it and fight.
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 10:27 AM UTC
i used to be alone in a swing
suddenly i heard someone sing
found it was you my zing
bliss is what you bring.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 4:47 AM UTC
rest of title...Parkland, Fla.,February 14, 2018
One more senseless mass homicide
twas the sole arbitrary aim
as a former student nonchalantly
sauntered empty hallways
seconds preceding blame
brazenly intent to maximize total killed
matter of factly telling police
(his incomprehensible)
(ill) logic he did explain
when cornered, he willingly,
unflinchingly, reticently admitted guilt
Nikolas Cruz rocketed
to instantaneous infamous fame
pulling a fire alarm
("FAKE") emergency,
then going leisurely ambling
along his killing spree
total of seventeen slain (comprising 3 faculty
and 14 students)
mercilessly gunned down
as if they were wild game
when handcuffed, an innocuous
19 year old did readily admit
emptying one firearm after another
at a fairly rapid clip
then at some predestined
or spurious moment didst dip
and dive out amidst
the chaotic madding crowd
before reality flopped then did flip
as lower teeth he nervously bit upper lip
made feeble getaway
at a nearby eatery casually flirted
with cashier and made no move to flit
upon his seizure as cornered prey
subsequently large tract
massively cordoned off
strong arm of the law
slightly halting in speech
detailed his gambit
deliberately staking
a stance to maximize hit
and once again afflicted parents lit
up with rancor and rage pit
toughly battling sorrow
which will not quit
til death doth bring peaceful rest
sans, those grieving family visit.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
I'm not sorry that I met you.
I'm not sorry that knowing you had made me question everything.
I'm not sorry that whenever I feel down, low, sick, or maybe even dying--
you're the only one who made me feel so alive.
I'm not sorry that I've made a few wrong choices in life,
'coz in the end I made it right with you, I know I did.
I'm not sorry that smiling is my favorite,
'coz you're the reason of this smile.
I'm not sorry that I don't believe in love at first sight,
'coz I believe in that click or zing they called.
I'm not sorry that I'm just continuously falling for you...
each & everyday.
I'm not sorry that I truly knew what love was 'til I met you.
I'm not sorry that I want to travel the world with two things on my hands--a camera on one & your hand on my other.
I'm not sorry that I miss you every second of every day.
I'm not sorry that I am at my happiest now,
'coz of you.
I'm not sorry that I am truly, madly, deeply, unconditionally, passionately, & irrevocably in love with you.
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
In the oiled vat of sadness
Slip of the tongue
Whimpering in the not-moment
Lost the scent of you
Because…. because, because
Because because was, because is, because will
Maybe
Was is, will is, then now, you me
Probably
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC