April is National Poetry Month and I'm Serving Up Some "Goodies"
Pommes Frites (or Lies), Sushi with a Fork, Sausage and Bean Pie
Drifting away from travel stuff... let’s devour some poetry!
April is National Poetry Month
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Scattered on several book shelves and cubes is my personal home library. Among my treasured stacked up and leaning hardcovers and paperbacks are poetry books. Some of my own poetic inspiration comes from pages within these works by:
the Great Dante (The Divine Comedy) and Langston Hughes (A Dream Deferred and other works from the Black Renaissance era) plus the cherished and underrated Merrit Malloy , Jewel Kilcher (the singer/actress with such heartfelt lyrics) and Billy Collins (U.S poet laureate 2001-2003).
All in all, I have written about 500-800 poems. This month, I’m featuring a selected few of my baked poetic goods (the better of the lot). The former piece is most recent, part of my B.H.S. (Between Hallmark and Shakespeare) Cafe collections of poetry. Enjoy!
Written on March 23, 2022, finished 10:56 PM
Pommes Frites (or Lies)
Marinarena
Lies are so addicting
like salty hot french fries
or more distinctly
double-fried pommes frites
We don't let them get cold
We won't give them up
Try to sway them away
We may slap you- or worse.
A Haiku, written back in 2009 or so…
Sushi with a fork
Marinarena
I know and accept
tradition but can't help to
stick a fork in it
Written around 2009, inspired by my first trip in England, my fave savory British treat (besides fish and chips) and an ol’ chap (non-Brit) I used to know.
Sausage & Bean Pie
Marinarena
Letting myself go
that British holiday one July,
I came to discover
sausage & bean pie
and how ... to let go
of a lover.
I found more comfort
in having that pie
than with him,
craved to devour the porky flesh
than to take it from my lover.
I appreciated the consistency of that pie
but could not tolerate anymore
the denseness of my lover,
found that pie marvelously crumbly-
but adversely flaky my lover.
What a delectable affair I had!
I delighted in the few moments
each time with my pie
than with the old guy
Yes, really!
Mainly in Oxford ,
along St Giles-Cornmarket street
and at the Covered Market,
I had my fresh substitute for love-
a savory pie.
Just in a few weeks,
I lost the appetite of my old lover
He was chopped liver
becoming putrid well beyond taste-
and thought !
Some could judge me badly
but I heartily indulged
in that scrumptious pie,
much more than I ever did in him-
and I did not dare to fight the bulge.
Why, I was on holiday!
I was not inclined
to deny myself,
as I had before
with my old lover back home.
More poetry to be featured soon at Marinarena.com