Theme Thursday: “breakfast”

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A repost of a poem that features this most important meal of the day.  It’s my favourite meal. I couldn’t survive without toast and I love a good fry-up with eggs and bacon (turkey), tomatoes, mushrooms and a big cup of coffee or tea (either will do) followed by another piece of toast with organic jam or Robertson’s Thick Cut Marmalade.

We are very fortunate to have a fantastic bakery very close by and lately, Saturday mornings have involved the freshest multigrain loaves and bagels you can imagine!  (I have to go now; I haven’t actually had my breakfast yet and my stomach is growling.)

Please visit other Theme Thursday participants to see what they’re having for brekkie.

(This poem will be featured in my upcoming poetry volume.)

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Cleopatra, Waits

 

Cleopatra, daily

makes her way to work

at the Family Circle

restaurant.

She wears only

formal black, but

sneaks in

a flash of gold

with slippers

borrowed from

her mother’s hold

from trips back home.

 

Smiling ever

at her customers,

Cleo tops up cups

of coffee, endlessly—

the fragrance

of olive oil

permeating her hair

and skin.

 

She longs to get away

to a Grecian isle,

where she’s free to step out

in gilded sandals

and dance the syrto

beside a white-washed

wall—

where sunny-side

means something more

than egg yolks.

 

True,

Cleopatra’s fair

with bottled-blonde hair,

but there lurks

something eternal

beneath her dark lashes—

behind that smile:

something like

those maidens, loth

on that Attic urn.

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Theme Thursday: “bottle” (a villanelle)

Spin the Bottle

 

Roped in to Spin the Bottle’s not the best,

Your heart is in your throat as round it goes;

Some fun to put one’s mettle to the test!

 

You might find some are smoother than the rest,

Who, in a closet, won’t step on your toes;

Roped in to Spin the Bottle’s not the best.

 

Though others may just  take it all in jest,

To play the biggest tricks on peer-group foes;

Some fun to put one’s mettle to the test!

 

If luck’s not on your side you might divest,

And add to your embarrassed teenage woes;

Roped in to Spin the Bottle’s not the best.

 

There’s always those who’ll try to grab your chest,

In every group there’s bound to be some schmoes;

Some fun to put one’s mettle to the test!

 

Rarely there’ll be a prize and not a pest,

Someone you’d welcome into passion’s throes;

Roped in to Spin the Bottle’s not the best.

Some fun to put one’s mettle to the test!

 

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Theme Thursday: “bell” (A Triolet for Barry)

Click on the bell to go to Barry’s website.

 

Bell Triolet  (For Barry)

I haven’t got a proper bell to ring;
A candle-snuffer’s going to do the trick.
If I had one, at 2:00 the bell would sing;
I haven’t got a proper bell to ring.
I’ll use the silver handle for the thing;
It makes a lovely sound, with just a tick.
I haven’t got a proper bell to ring;
A candle-snuffer’s going to do the trick.
 
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Please ring a bell at 2:00 EST this afternoon for my good friend, Barry of An Explorer’s View of Life blog, who is completing his chemotherapy treatment at Princess Margaret Hospital in Toronto today.  It is a momentous occasion and many of us are joining in to celebrate this tremendous accomplishment.
WELL DONE BARRY!!! We love you!

Theme Thursday: “mirror”






Cover The Mirrors (A Rondeau)

Cover the mirrors; she has died,
Despite the doctors having tried;
They bled her once and twice again;
But all for naught; she left us when,

Beyond the glass, where once she vied
To conquer death; she thought she spied
The shadows looming—we denied,
The whispering low, of knowing men.
                                         Cover the mirrors.                 

The clocks are stopped, their workings tied,
The doors are locked; the robin’s cried,
I’ve bowed my head and stilled my pen,
To bid adieu— to say, “Amen”,
To shape and soul, no more allied.
                                             Cover the mirrors.

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Theme Thursday: RED (and Stanley Kubrick)

Seeing Red

 

It was always RED, for you.

Red, rolling out on 

hallways of marble.

Red, flashing

on moire and mouth.

Red!

Red was there,

in black and white,

on the battlefield—

gushing red.

Through the grains

of celluloid—

never devoid

of red.

Spartacus-juice

and Lyndon lips

and oddities in space—

all filled with red.

Even “Orange” had streams

of red.

Red sweaters and red rugs 

and red rum!

Red flags and red drapes,

red robes and red rooms—

red badges of courage.

Red wine and red rims,

red walls and red coats,

red cars on crowded red-lit roads.

Red letters and red lovers.

Red on red on RED!

 

It was your rubricke,

Kubrick.

 

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Theme Thursday: “bread”

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Wonder Bread

 

Tucked inside this treasure chest,

A stash of dough delights—

Local bakery multi-grains

Are treats we toast on nights

When settled sleep’s eluding us

And slice of warm loaf beckons;

A carbo-crust and peanut butter

Plus warm milk, doc reckons,

Is just the thing to put us

In that mental  Morphean mood,

So to naysayers shunning toast

We say, “But, bread is good!”

 

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Theme Thursday: “surface”

roadcrack

Click photo for source. (This is Pakistan, not Haiti.)

 

 

Ancient crow’s feet crack

Surface life-lines digging deep—

Not Mother Nature’s fault.

 

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Please visit World Vision or the Red Cross  to help survivors of the recent massive earthquake in Haiti.  In Canada, you can visit World Vision Canada or Plan Canada to assist.

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