Meatballs

Hi Everyone,

I hope that this finds you well.

Here is my poem for the day:

Meatballs

Red flesh: bright and juicy,
clothed in lemon, mint,
and sacred thyme.
Combine in passion.
A saucy embrace.
A sweat inducing dance exists,
until a nirvana of delight is reached.

:)

So there it is.  I hope you enjoyed it.

Till we meet again, I hope you all have a great day.

Birds On a Mission

Hi All,

Here is another poem that I found.  I hope you like it.

Birds On a Mission

Birds arc skyward.
True precision; with goal.
The Target:   Chips.
Crispy. Crunchy. Vinegary.
Consumed beak-ward mid-air.

Till we meet again - Live life to the full.  You only get one shot.

Summer # 2

Hi All,

I hope everyone is well out in cyber-land.  I know I am.  The weather is great and I am getting a bit done.  So I cannot complain.

So while doing a bit of a clean out I came across this poem, that I have decided to share with you.  I hope you like it.

Crimson, vermillion, indigo sky,
lays waste atop the granite mounds.
Sand and sky becomes one,
beneath the Summer canopy.

Till we meet again, have a great one.

The Sea - Final version

Hi All,

I hope everyone is going well.

Here is my final sea poem.  I hope you like it.

Cool mist arises atop the crystal waves,
kissing my parched, bloodied lips to relief.
A graceful touch touches my peeling crimson skin;
my badge of honour for a days delight.

Seafood Laksa

The bowl is huge,

the colour inside: tempting.

Bits of seafood bob within the liquid,

Squid, prawns and mussels,

all laid in the bowl.

 

Many colours emerge:

orange, pink and green;

a delight for the pupils,

all except the stream that fogs up vision.

A Thursday Breakfast

 

Mangoes,

the taste is heavenly,

juicy,

so sweet.

But hard to define.

All I can say is: they are sweet,

I cannot tell you what they really taste like.

Because the taste of mangoes is incomparable,

possessing their own unique flavour. 

Something divine, pure, all in one bite. 

The Sea

Hi All,

Here is a poem that I am working on in relation to my time at the sea side.  I hope you enjoy what I have written so far and please come back later to see the end result.

So without anymore stalling here it is:


Cool mist arises,
atop the crystal waves,
kissing my parched lips,
in a most graceful way. 


Till I speak to you later, have a good day.