Slice it,
Dice it,
Divide it,
Just give me a piece
Of pizza
Immediately,
Or else
I’ll slice you,
Dice you,
Divide you
In more than one piece,
Figuratively.
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poem
Long Trek Home
I lost my way,
So I ran away,
Ventured too far,
Got in a stranger’s car.
Through my folly,
I’ll never see my family,
If only I can backtrack,
But the dead can’t come back.
Lobster Role
Dismal chance of a lobster roll call as man hankers for lobster rolls.
[This is a monostich, a single-line poem. To learn more, see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monostich].
Juxtaposition
Other side of blue,
Tranquility magnified,
Far removed from gloom.
A Ferry Tale: Snoozing Cuties
Terror of the sea,
Running around the ferry,
Ripping through the aisles with glee,
Screaming like a banshee.
A little old lady,
Smiling kindly,
Offers him a chunky chocolate cookie,
He sits to munch silently.
Shortly, he joins his sister, Lily,
Who is napping already.
With eyelids fluttering softly,
He snoozes eventually.
Nurture Nature
Indulging nature,
Tranquility in practice,
Self-nurturing too.
Seafood Crawl
Started with a lobster roll crave,
Then thoughts of calamari rings became grave,
Followed by dreams of clam chowder, a life-long fave.
So I planned a seafood crawl,
Like a fisherman going out to trawl,
Looking forward to eating the haul.
As a glimpse to my obsession,
Behold this presentation
Of my maritime preoccupation.
(left upper corner: clam strip roll with onion rings and fries; left bottom corner: fried calamari; from upper right corner to lower right corner: lobster roll, haddock scampi, clam chowder)
