Saturday, October 19, 2013

One of a Kind : for Mis Q


One of a Kind

Oh, my - the best recipe I ever made
will most likely lay in wait for a repeat
as I, not a baker who must follow amounts
religiously to attain angelic perfection...
I just putter in the kitchen

The summer veggies from the co-op,
what ever was uprooted, all take a dive
after being unceremoniously peeled and
chopped; potatoes, carrots, leeks, onion,
peppers of all hues

I sometimes use just water boiled or
boxed stock or my homemade brew
to add some hearty flavor - some garlic
or red pepper flakes or if a sauce I’ll
add some nutmeg

There is one dessert though that I
do make just for traditions sake -
and though I’ve read it can be baked,
I still (the only thing I) fry are the shells
for Cannoli

As it is a time consuming endeavor
I tend to only make it every other year -
the last time I made them I even dipped
the shells in melted chocolate - and
added pistachio nuts

While the kitchen is not my favorite room
I do manage to get by - and often I will hear
from my family a wistful sigh because they
know that if they’ve eaten something good
it was most likely one of a kind

©JP/davh

Friday, October 18, 2013

Amber Waves? for We Write Poems 179


Amber Waves?

All he wanted was a second bowl of gruel.
Depending on what part of the country you are in
it could have been rice, grits or pone

Some like it in the pot nine days old...
leftovers, two three days maybe
and that is stretching it a tad

Miss Muffet enjoy curds with her whey
most folks now just eat some form of yogurt
maybe flavored cottage cheese

Me, I’m not picky - though there are just
some foods I will not eat, guess you
have to be brought up with some foods

like octopus, snails, chicken feet or pigs ears -
Just give me simple grains ground fine
to make some homemade bread

A bunch of fresh veggies to chop in to
a fine large pot, add some spices too -
along with a small stone to tell a story

while you bring potatoes, he brings carrots
and maybe she brings some string beans -
We’ll share in a feast thankful for friends

Maybe one day there will be enough food
for everyone - no empty bellies off to bed -
All he wanted was a second bowl of gruel

©JP/davh

Thursday, October 17, 2013

It's as Plain as the Nose... A Miz Q series prompt

Change the poem’s form. (Point of View Series #5

It’s as Plain as the Nose...

mother mature has a habit
of messing up our plans
changing weather
unexpectedly
blowing
grains
of
sand
in our eyes
while we sleep
steaming our passions
yet weakening our resolve

I won’t, I won’t the cry
of a tantrum rings -
draws us back to memories
of defining wants and needs
...I went to went to the edge
It’s mine, I don’t want to share
I’ll pout all day and I won't care
if my faces freezes like this it will be your fault!
...It is always a fine balance
hormones rage, and men just want to escape
the house, their home, especially when filled with
only women. don’t kid yourself men have moods too!
...Living day to day with nature
and so it goes with the windows open wide
everyone listening to everyone elses business
and the rumors fly of who, and how
everyone forgetting the basic element of why
and yet the next day when the sunshines
who are the first to run to gossips hungry fence...
...It’s the neighbors
©JP/davh
10.17.13

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Fruitful





fruitful


 not
alone...
would all
 the poets
  please come
     out  of hiding
       meet at the hill
           under the silver
              banana moon and
                 dance  for joy, saying
                    nothing and being poetic
                            just the same. let them
                                    call us by colorful words
                                          we know the unspoken truth   ___
                                                < banana moons are tasty and >
                                                             < \ very appealing / >    
 ©JP/davh

Hot Under the Collar : for Miz Q

Change the emotional temperature.
(Point of view series 4)
Hot Under the Collar




Mother went to the edge...

I can only wonder
if she ever did stay on any
straight path long enough to reach its end
It is always a fine balance...
wanting to be friends with
yourself, your children,
thinking how spiffy and wonderful it is to
keep up with or be better than the blasted ‘Joneses’  
Living day to day with nature...
whose idea was it to plow land
to reap harvests after
taking the land that
belonged to all things wild and free
And the neighbors...
what right have they to judge
how anyone else sets their table
or which foreign or domestic car is better suited
to fit into this particular slice of suburbia
it doesn't matter who has this or that
it should only matter that we actually give a damn
especially about each other, especially now!

_________________________________
/........just how parallel are our lives?......../
/.......we are all trying to be survivors!....../
/.....on this one little spinning blue ball....../
/so, you want a medal just for breathing?/



©JP/davh

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Sway Me : Miz Q point of view piece #3

(point of view series  #3)
Sway Me


Mama went to the edge...
as she often does
just past my trunk
to see what the flow of the creek is like
It is always a fine balance...
watching her on that makeshift bridge
she doesn’t know it but I’m
always ready my wispy branches
to embrace her if she falls
Living day to day with nature...
maybe it is just the power of
my protective thoughts
that keeps her from slipping into
the, now cooler autumnal waters
And the neighbors...
they have their own guardian trees
some of my sisters or brothers
so I can concentrate
on the one who planted bushes
that attract butterflies and shares 
the summers wild berries with the birds
and compliments the nests in my branches
I
am
more
than just
a simple tree
I am the tree that
she
hugs
talks
~~~\|/~~~to, loves~~~\|/~~~


©JP/davh

Monday, October 14, 2013

For Miz Quickly: Fitting In?

Using the poem you wrote yesterday, changing as little as possible, place the focus on that other person. (series 2)
Fitting In?



She goes to the edge...
of her window
sometimes to the upper screened porch
or the fenced in portion of her yard

It is always a fine balance...
being the unmarried daughter
who was living with the ageing parents
who are not around anymore to clear the
debris and detritus
Living day to day with nature...
there is just too darned much of it
maybe condo living would be nice
but the nieces and nephews
do help to maintain the pool
And the neighbors...
visiting on the weekends
helping to relieve the loneliness
that even the long time friends cannot fulfil
that is the bitter pill that can’t be swallowed
so with pride held
as high as it can be
we end up only extending common courtesies

so different.... yet so similar
are all in..... and on our own
trying to live....... a peaceful
coexistence ~~~~~ and yet
we still, put up,.. our fences
and our defences......... - so
close... yet...so... far... apart
we are... square pegs fitting
in or on.... the circle of earth

©JP/davh  

Sunday, October 13, 2013

For Miz Quickly: Following Directions?

1)Yourself or a version thereof, 2) ‘Go’ somewhere 3) ‘Do’ something
4) Be aware of another person 5) Be aware of something
(series? 1)
Following Directions?

Ma went to the edge...
as she often does
literally and
figuratively
It is always a fine balance...
on that makeshift bridge
onto the fallen log
to clear the
debris and detritus
Living day to day with nature...
recovering
from the flood
and wondering
how sound travels
And the neighbors...
the one that lives alone,
but has family visit
on weekends that play
the radio, TV or voice
their opinion that meander
all the way to the end of the yard
disturbing Sunday morning peace

going where the
words flow best that’s
what she thinks that’s what
she’ll guess dancing in the mid
-dle of decisions not yet made,
left, right and center in the cir-
cle from from the beginning
to the end and round
and round again

©JP/davh