Roast of the Year

Debate ceased, unresolved, out of time
Fresh, organic, frozen - goose, step to turkey
Countless recipes for success or disaster
Prime slots pitch battled, Nigella, Delia, Gordon, Jamie
Causing a Roux!

Tradition changed over time, demands attention
Sprouts of English growth, not a Belgian insight
Chaos and stress, if its too hot get out
Strangers to the cuisine hub, inspect unfamiliar instruments
Poorly handled bring destruction

Faint tingling of tunes, so seasonally fragile
Aromas blending drawing the hungry near
The final push to bring the artwork together
Crashing and draining - remember the stuffing
Steaming bowls and vessels criss-cross the feasting platform
All assembled

A palette of colour and sauces plays dominance to the carved flesh
Mouthfuls interrupted to make the craic
Reluctant kings and queens for the day
Miniature gifts, discarded like a pack of cards
Gluttony recommences, a festive wish
Always tempted by a succulent breast
And later the great escape...to the land of nod.

To be true ( a stab at a song)

Seasons change
like you did with your thoughts of me
Life rearranged
victim of your desire to be free
Lessons learnt
a stronger man I've become
Feelings hurt
turning boldly to face the sun

Chorus
I'm picking up where I dropped off when I met you
You were my world, though I was left the fool
Living out my life, head high to what lies ahead
Looking for the life I want to lead, to be true

Striking out
putting me as the priority
In first place
no room for us, only me
Taking back
the pride that used to show
Loud and clear
Just so I can let you know

Chorus
I'm picking up where I dropped off when I met you
You were my world, though I was left the fool
Living out my life, head high to what lies ahead
Looking for the life I want to lead, to be true

I'm on the mend
friends pushed aside, draw back in
Realigned
building up, fresh options start to sing
Faces new
the shadows of history, the ghost of you
Brighter days
mistakes I made,  lightening up my shade of blue

Chorus
I'm picking up where I dropped off when I met you
You were my world, though I was left the fool
Living out my life, head high to what lies ahead
Looking for the life I want to lead, to be true

Seasons change
like I have since we came apart
Life rearranged
a genuine suitor for my heart
Lessons learnt
discovering important things for me
Feelings hurt
time heals so quick, it's me who's truly free


copyright PoetryNovice 2012

Diablo solo

Guitar low, resting like the streaks of shoulder length hair,
up and down to the repetitive two chords and metal beat
his presence beyond the human form
stirring an atmosphere, electric
the thrash recedes, his big moment upon him
the fifth one tonight, the lynchpyn
a lack of hot air about Diablo's lead solo.

A piece inspired as a thank you to a friend who may guide me in my musical ambitions.

Tax haven

Lukewarm rings, froth, cloud the ceramic
making the rappe inno last at its cost
a slice of western seaboard to eradicate boredom
posh cafe, common to many
sofas, shin tables, to make a home from home unrecognisable
relaxed, propped, on display - muffins on a diet
e-reader to hand, symbol no longer novel
the too-smart phone, glasses to another world
in search of your engine
me time - feeling comfortable?

Annual stress check (or Over a Cliff)

Tickets, passport, sun cream and a hat

Rummage in the loft, suitcase, packed

Shuffling, coats off, liquids in plastic bag

Security, x-ray fluids? A chemistry lesson never had

The shopping mall, runway attached

Excessive confection, positioned to attract

Flight called, stressed and the loyal board first

Lengthy taxi, rumble, airborne,

Blue skies, on our way

 

Huffing and puffing at baggage reclaim

Well it has been 5 minutes

Heat attacks you to make the transfer to immersion

A different culture, language – PANIC - wrong side of the road!

Relax?

Arrive too soon, too quick to be the ‘right’ side of 3 pm

Reception plays the part – click, click – no room (yet) at this inn

Meander to the pool, loungers guarded by elderly and infirm relatives

Your limbs and attire howler new arrivals!

Finally mid-afternoon is achieved

Reception, sterile, process started from the beginning

 

Formula for the summer holiday

Eat, drink, beach, pool, tour

Repeat for x days

Then reverse first section

Book by Christmas for following year – discount

The apprehension!

A piece as per challenge by @frenzyofflies and Santha_G 10/11/12

Pick ME up

A brighter day in many ways

Time to figure out what next

Kind words that tear at the heart

Support that confuses the mind

Values and to be valued, neither unique or isolated

Confidence and pride, once more gaining momentum

Finding footholds in the shell of wreckage
A new day, a rinsed dawn, eyes open.

 

Serving suggestion

Searing eyes of unknowing

Averted temptation, thoughts aloud

A strangeness where once friendship

Lost, overgrown by positioning and power

Strength in ones own expectations

A siege formed by the conditioning of behaviour

Dampened, flames of frustration fizzle and vapourise

Evaluating the necessary temperature for the dish best served….

Day return

Patience spent for the half hourly service
frustratingly arrives every 45 minutes
information, everything except the final destination, our destination
indecisive tourists cling to the driftwood advice of the long term visitor

A circuitous route, at break neck speed, going nowhere fast
allured to see local sites, authenticity
clusters driven past, too slow to extend a limb
or simply hoping for a different number - a lottery

Glass windows with seductive mannequins
drawing in the weak minded, taken from their track
chubby prostitutes, their ugliness exposed by the daylight
astride tacky chairs in doorways, optimistic

Street after street, lane after lane
attempting to break the urban grip
traffic lightens yet frustration brews
industrial, the frontier before country

Then, a horizon once more, patches of green and hillside villages
the zig-zag route continues, as the day ticks away
the brain and backside now numb to this journey.