Bael poems on Hello Poetry

Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018

EᔕᔕᕼI ᑕOᑎT.
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
'Oh Ainhara, you always seem to know what to
do...' Esshi chuckles. "Thank you very much.
Have you done the Queen Mother's flower
arrangements?"
"Yes, all of them have been watered and
now they are being placed around the palace."
Esshi nods. "Good. Thank you very much.
Carry on then."

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
The florist smiles and leaves as Esshi places
the vase down on a clean counter as well as
the inkpot and quill while staring at the
paper.
'What should I say...?' she wonders as
she hears the meat sizzle. Bale is washing
the carrots and potatoes and chopping
them into medium-sized chunks.
Esshi blinks and smiles. 'Got it!'
Folding a paper in half she writes on
the paper, using her best calligraphy.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
When she's done, she places the quill
in the inkpot and gently blows the paper.
'Perfect!' Esshi beams. "Bael? Where do
you keep the serving trolleys?"
"In the back!" he says as he pours in
the ingredients into the paella pan
and mixes gently.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Esshi goes to the back room and sees
a rose-silver serving tray with wheels
which she rolls out, placing the
bouquet and note on it while waiting
for Bael and his team to finish cooking.
Bael smiles that proud smile before pouring
some soup into a bowl and placing it on the
serving tray.
"Thank you, Bael."
"Not a problem. Do give our Queen my
regards." he faces his working staff.
"If they're done, bring them over!"

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Almost instantly, the chefs bring small plates
of their Queen's favourite treats and top it
off, a fresh brew of Jasmine Pearls.
"Thank you all so much." Esshi says gratefully.
"It's our pleasure." A chefs says as Bael
claps.
"Well done, everyone. Now we best get on the
Queen Mother's meals. Go started! I will see
Lady Esshi out."
Esshi covers the food as Bael opens the door
for her to leave. She is stunned to see Ainhara
there.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Oh my, Bael!" Ainhara smiles at him. "You
certainly worked hard."
"The life of a Chef." he beams. "When you're
done, do come by again. I'll have some meals
waiting for you!" he winks at them and
returns to the kitchen.
"The shipments?" Esshi asks.
"All are being presented, documented and
stored away by the Queen Mother." Ainhara
says. When she sees the flowers, she smiles
and the words on Esshi's note makes her
smile even more.
"Let's make way." Ainhara says as Esshi pushes
the tray behind her, making their way
for the young Queen's chamber.

Surprise!
Part 5! Enjoy!
Lyn ***

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Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018

♪♫♛♕ тнє мαѕкє∂ вαя∂ IV ♕♛♫♪

EᔕᔕᕼI
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
The kitchen's air is redolent with spices,
peppers and cinnamon, all-spice and star
anise, thyme and curry. The cooks are
shouting orders; taking rose-silver pots
and copper pans; each having the print
of the Lily of Aurelinaea; from the wooden
shelves, plates and bowls from the cup-
boards; some are stirring soups over
coal-fire stoves; others are dicing carrots,
potatoes, fresh poultry and more.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Esshi, in a light-green off-the-shoulder
dress of rose-silk with a triple ruffle trim,
lined with yellow ribbon, a thigh high slit and
white lilies beadery, is speaking to the head-chef
who nods. "Certainly, Lady Esshi." he says
and turns to his busy staff. "Bring out
the paella pans! We have orders for the
Queen Mother!"
"Yes, chef!" a woman says as she pulls
out a rose-silver paella pan and places
it on the stove. The head-chef turns to
Esshi. "You need not worry, Lady Esshi,"
he smiles. "I will make the dishes with
care."

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"You always do, Bael," Esshi chuckles as
he washes his hands and she walks to
the corner, sighing. 'My Lady...'
she thinks worried.
"Lady Esshi?" her thoughts are broken
by a woman's voice. She turns to see a
florist behind her. 'So lost in thought,
that I did not hear the door open.'
She thinks as her eyes fall on the flower
vase.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
The vase is art noveau style; a deep emerald
green with a maiden in flowing silks, her
hair bejewelled with lilies. Esshi's eyes then
rise to look at the flower arrangement - white
lilies with lilac kisses, purple roses and
several stems of lavender.
"Lady Ainhara said I should bring this to you."
"It's lovely," Esshi sniffs the fresh flowers.
"Very beautiful! You certainly outdid yourself.
It's for our young Queen, I take it?"
"Yes. And Lady Ainhara said I should bring
you this also."
She sees her place some paper, quill and ink down
and Esshi smiles.

Hard to believe that this is my 800th poem! ^^
Wow!
Anyway, enjoy part 4! ^^
Lyn ***

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Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018

♪♫♛♕ тнє мαѕкє∂ вαя∂ VIII ♕♛♫♪

EᔕᔕᕼI ᑕOᑎT.
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Lyn sniffles as Ainhara gives her a
handkerchief which she uses to
wipe her tears.
"Thank you, guys," Lyn whispers,
giving them a weak smile.
'Well, at least she smiles,' Esshi
thought.
Ainhara has a bright smile. "My lady,
your lady mother gave Bael orders to
make this soup for you. She instructs
that you eat this."

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
When Esshi pushes the serving trolley
to her Queen's side, she lifts the gold lid
and Lyn looks at the soup; steaming
kale in a beefy broth with chopped
peppered sausages, lamb cubes,
onions, garlic, mint chopped potatoes
and carrots.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Kale, really? I hate kale," Lyn whines,
gently pushing the bowl away. "I don't want it!"
Esshi and Ainhara look at each other and smile.
'Still acts like a child when her lady mother
commands she eats her vegetables!' giggles Esshi.
"Your mother says you must eat it, My Lady."
Ainhara chuckles. "It will help with reduce
your stress and help relax your body."

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Lyn sighs and mutters under her breath,
"I hate it when she does this! She knows
I hate the smell of kale! I swear, I'm going
to outlaw the vegetable!" She held hers
nose up and huffs at the end of her
statement, making Ainhara and Esshi smile.
'At least she is in better spirits now.'
thought Esshi.

Kale, ugh...
It's eeeevvviiiiilllll!!! My mom actually tricked me into eating it one time (don't ask how or when) and as much as it pains me to admit it...
I actually liked it.
But THAT STAYS BETWEEN US, OKAY?!
Anyway, enjoy part 8!
Lyn ***

#freeverse #story #medieval #visual #fantasy #musical #kingdom #colours #regal #dreamy

Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018

♪♫♛♕ тнє мαѕкє∂ вαя∂ IX♕♛♫♪

EᔕᔕᕼI ᑕOᑎT.
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"You do that and your mother will make sure
you have nothing but kale meals for a
month or three!" Ainhara snickers. "She only
wants you to eat more healthy meals."
"She's the one who likes the green devil,"
Lyn snaps. "I don't have to!"
"You seem to forget, My Lady," Esshi
points out, "Mothers know best!"
She can tell the young queen wants
to retort but she begrudgingly nods with
a small smile.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Alright," Lyn groans, "I'll eat it."
She dips her spoon into the soup, lifts
some kale, lamb, potatoes and broth,
blows away the steam, eats,
chews slowly.
"Hmm!" Lyn smiles and eats happily.
"It's actually not half-bad!"
She looks around. "Don't tell her I said
that. She wouldn't let me live it down."
"Your secret is safe with us, My Lady."
Esshi giggles as they watch her eat.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"If there's more, you two should have some."
Ainhara cut a slice of freshly baked honey
-bread and places it by her mistress' side
while Esshi makes some fresh Jasmine
Pearl tea.
"I thought you were not hungry!" Ainhara
teases. Their Queen had the grace to flush.
"It certainly helped... Compliments to Bael
and his team! Thank you, but now, I need
to get back to work. Letters to respond to,
gathering my things for the morrow-"

Mothers, right? Looool
Enjoy part 9!
Lyn ***

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joseph g schelling Jul 9

Bael

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helps fight skin problems
fights ulcers, bael

Tamal Kundu Dec 2016

Because Education Is Important

The last time I had seen this particular cousin of mine, I was still in college and he had a head full of hair. In between, there had been three funerals, two weddings and four births in our Trojan royalty of a family. I had been a university graduate for a year, and the prospect for a job, a decent one at that, had started to grow dimmer by the day. He asked, “Will you tutor my daughter?” “Yes!” I said. And we set out immediately. He, on his bike and I, on my motorcycle following him. We took a right turn at the famous landmark of the statue of demoness Putana, sitting on the grass with her ***** out and legs spread forward. He introduced me to his wife and daughter. Telling them to stand side by side, he told me, “She's only eleven, but look at her! Already equal in length and width to her mother, who is no delicate petal herself. Do you think you can teach her GK?”

The universe wasn't made with dissent. Plus, the chicken samosas were really delicious. I tried on a grin while the overachieving pre-teen bustled around the room showing me her accolades for painting, singing, studying. As I left he pointed at a tree, “Do you know what tree is that?”

“Bael?” I answered thoughtfully.

“Apple. That's an apple tree.”

“Oh! Does it bear fruits?”

“Not in this climate!” He laughed out loud.

Form: Prose Poetry

#metaphor #symbolism #education #humour #surreal #absurd

Mateuš Conrad Mar 2018

Prophet of Moloch

-
hmm... premature depression, when nothing has been accomplished? premature dementia, when nothing is degenerating? but i'm pretty sure you like the siamese circus... resurrect Elijah for me! resurrect Elijah for me! to compete with me as his did with the reason for the ridicule of Bael! able men that could have been... and what of these children? with premature depression?! these children with premature demantia?! another one of those little science experiments you're staggering with?!

so why would i her 110,
and pay an extra 10
for me performing oral on her?

to be honest
  i'll spend as much as 20 in a day
as she'll earn 120 in an hour...

i can't moralise her or
capitalistic economic dynamic,
a woman will spend more on
frivolous items than a man will...

i'm still curious as to why all
actors are midgets...
          you see the editors and they're
these technical brides of height,
and then some cocky
                   spaceman
                          from planet of
lilliputiens comes along...
             and i'm wondering:
  you want to borrow an inch from
my shadow?

     how would i ever spend
what she earns in an hour with what
i spend per day?!

                   so who washed
that guy's feet with her hair?
              borrow me a line i'm trying
to infiltrate the evangelical credo...
or as they say with regards to
golgotha showbiz. ltd.:
             just look pretty,
or as fake as it might be worth: pretty...

        any epitome of an actor:
hugh jackman in the prestige,
or what's, an actor
    suddenly dispensing himself
like a shaolin monk in a kitchen,
albeit no stage...
       i still can't find an appeal
for a stage presence...
               if money was
my primary concerned,
   i wouldn't have a fancy for
jumping...

   but there is no moral question:
either ******,
         or bankruptcy...
and that or has nothing to do with
a coin-flip;
      chastity of women doesn't
sell... it depraves...
                    (semi-colon in terms
of poetry is a sense of paragraph):
              because what cult
inherent intra-christianity
wasn't focused upon
a chastity of women?

                    kept them as daughters
that later became the mothers
of his offspring...

                         might as well have
these offspring thrown into Moloch...
just as the modern man thought
Aztec pyramids were ritual sites
aking to the sarcophaga englared
into pyramids,
              and it was said:
a burial ground of the pyramid "mountains",
while beneath them:
yet more graves...
               who never managed to
equate the Aztec pyramids as sites
of capital punishment akin to
guillotine spectacles...
          or how Moloch is to be seen:
now? now?! now?!!
    now there's a darwinistic humanism?!
now?!
       what sort of children
do you think were sacrificed unto
Moloch?!
                    RETARDS!

hey... now you modern people regurgitated
needing to sacrifice able men
to ensure
                 these abominations exist...
   but, but, but that's no problem...
as long as we can humanise the reality
of darwin...
                         WHAT THE ****
ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT
MAKING THE ANCIENTS IRRATIONAL
AND SUPPOSING YOURSELF
TO BE THE ZENITH OF HUMAN
EXPRESSION?!
         the only children sacrificed
unto Moloch were the ones that
were known to become disadvantaged
in the continuum of society...

now craft me a papal saturn deity
for those unnaturally premature
depressed... for i can understand
melancholia in old age, of all things
complete,
as i can understand old age dementia...
give unto me the deity of fire!
  science...
                   science...
                       shame that science
only stuck to experimenting with
rats to explain...
   and never bothered explaining
the effects their experiments
had with monkeys,
which they also must have
experimented on.

   big monkeys though:
  at least harambe was shot...
                       RAT FOOD, this modern man.

hard to find a man with both
the heart of a darwinistic argument,
and a mind for it...
      mind you... the **** came close...
but as ever, you know the english
are two-faced degenerates...
                and i will flip!
because there was no copernicus
or a galileo among them
to allow them bypassing the monkey...
now they're stuck with the monkey...

      they simply can't explain nature
without having to implement
a "mental" and "physical"
               dualism,
they just have this flimsy monkey
brained dichotomy...
                  NO,
JEWISH, PROPHET, WILL,
             MARK ME, AS HIS OWN;
EVEN, WITH HIS ****
TORTURE, INSTRUMENT!

poetryaccident Aug 2018

Jericho

Jericho became my goal
salvation promised if I demurred
when the angel did appear
stating wishes from his Lord
the heathen idols were arrayed
gods of the people worshiped there
seeking dominance in the stead
of the Holiest they denied

red and blue of politics
reverence given to power’s throne
deifying the strong man
asking all to bend their heads
put aside the moral compass
turn instead to Bael’s dark wishes
look to the East for direction
corruption is the last instruction

a false savior strides the field
creating points that are found pious
victories accrued to satisfy
egos bloated in sad worship
worthy of the largest shrines
built for the young and the old
all praise is given by the wise
fallen souls when ***** are thrown

the last idol will never fall
forever set in Jericho
business matters will supplant
all other measures of holiness
almighty dollar will always rule
no matter what the seraph says
none can resist the cha-ching
dominion given to those who prey

Jericho will always stand
in the grasp of guardians
those effigies to the scourge
separation from the Lord
heathen idols show the way
to the devout and the bored
begone angel before you succumb
to temptations beyond my God.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180825.

The poem “Jericho” is about the modern idols of society. The angel may wish for the false totems to be toppled. They will stand instead.

— The End —