Engulfed
This beautiful rose
She cries as the dark abyss
Engulfs her moment
Her flaming petals
Screaming as combustion takes
The blackness confirms
We Danced,And
We danced so close our bodies impressed
Touches of want our
whisperings expressed
Undulations, discovering below our dress
Our
hands now in wander in loving caress
Slowly we move to our
destination
To release our energy and satisfy temptation
Soon we
will be in celebration
Unification to joyous elation
Our lips
join in gracious meet
As our hips glide over silken sheets
Like
the waves we roll in delight repeat
As our hearts unite in loving
beat
I look into her eyes of jade
As we absorb our inner
flowing cascade
Resonating sighs now serenade
Spooned till the
morn, we lovingly stayed
Taser the Eraser Fraser's
There's a clan from Scotland called the Fraser's
In battle they were the erasers
Their enemies were rubbed out
Kilted and screaming they'd shout
If they did it today, they'd be tasered
You See the Inside of Me, Amy
My likes and dislikes you are about to read
I loathe racism and conglomerate greed
Being in the middle mix, when there's a Sandra Dee
Always promoting themselves, hey look at me
The mistreatment of family, neighbours and friends
As hopefully their intelligence bucks this trend
Our treatment of earth's gems, her animals and plants
Succumb to never as the big companies rant
But inside of me there are many things that I love
They are so close to my heart that they fit like a glove
Firstly my children, three boys and a girl
Andrew, Steven, Rebekah and Liam - they are my world
Secondly there is, my music and art
But the sounds are the first as my arts to restart
The third are the seasons of beauty I await every year
Especially the spring, when buds and fruits appear
Nature delights our vision and captures our minds
It's the reason we react, to beauty and grind
So Amy Green, the above is my say
It's basically me on any given day
Addressing the Dressing
The blood that covers
Is there to be stemmed
It's the reasons why
That we have to comprehend
Discussions are set
Minds to be spoken
To continue with life
No more wounds to be open
Self harm is among us
But many of us will never know
We have to address the dressings
And stem this flow
Written after reading Marie Harrison's poem
Also written listening to the Face's "Reason to Believe"
Fruit Strudel
Mm, fresh firm pears so succulent and ripe
Oozing sweetened juices from nature's delight
Peeled cored and sliced into delectable quarters
This recipe is now under starting orders
To this mix I add some freshly halved strawberries
Finely diced rhubarb with a dash of merry sherry
Some butter, sugar with a splash of lime zest
The proof's in the pudding with my dessert quest
With a sprinkling of cinnamon the best from Saigon
I roll out the puff pastry, on and on and on
My ingredients are topped of with ground vanilla beans
Cooked by this Scottish King for his English Queen
The icing on the cake could be whipped or ice cream
On a hot afternoon with my blond, mm our dream
Mm, Oo La La
Ones tongue tastes the base
Fruitiness in palate climax
Strawberry Cheesecake
Reporting Live on the Soup - Alaska
"Phew! got here in time to catch The Glacier Discovery Train. This
journey is to be seen to be believed. I am in Anchorage, Alaska. I am so
out of breath running to the station.
Right, that's the film crew
seated. We have all looked out of a train window anticipating the
journey ahead, lets enjoy"
"We are heading to our first stop
called Girdwood. Originally called "Glacier City", it was founded as a
supply camp for placer gold miners. The gold being found in creeks
feeding the Turnagain Arm. Disaster struck the town in 1964 when the
Good Friday Quake struck. Due to subsiding, the town was moved 2.5 miles
up the valley"
"OK, back to the journey guys. The next 12 mile
trip takes us towards the port
of Whittier. This wonderful stretch captures what Alaska and Canada is
all
about. Be sure to look out for the salmon in the streams as we chug on.
Whittier is the stopping point for many passengers today, where they
will become lucky passengers on the day cruisers or even better going on
a fishing charter"
"We are now not far from the Placer Valley.
Having left the mainline 12 miles back, we are now back on track. This
area is only accessible by train, which tells you the barrenness of this
wonderful state, country. Before we stop at Spencer Glacier you will
see several spectacular glaciers. The deep ice in these blue gems goes
back thousands of years, but sadly modern man has speeded up their melt.
If you were to go camping here, one would have to be so careful. The
wildlife is second to none, with bear, moose, coyotes and wolves. If you
do venture here folks, always remember you are in their domain. So be
safe"
"Ah! Spencer Glacier, this place is the future for back
country playground themes. Having formed
a partnership with the U.S. Forest Service. Passengers can disembark,
go on a 1.5-mile hike with a Forest Service Ranger. The highlight is
being taken up close to a glacier, not many of you watching will ever
come close to a glacier. If you do, it's something else"
"We are
now leaving Spencer on the last leg of our journey. You can feel the
gravity as we climb towards Grandview. We will be heading into some
short tunnels, and once we are through them, the beauty is
spell-bounding. The Kenai Mountain's with lush meadows is a sight to
see. Waterfalls fed by glacial runoff as snow-melt cascades over ancient
cliffs, wow!"
"Well viewers, I hope you have enjoyed the
journey"
"This is Jacques Pasquinel reporting live for the soup
on The Glacier Discovery Train"
Our Stock Makes the Soup
You know nothing beats the Soup
We're a quite remarkable poetic group
We write magnificent writes
In daylight or night
So hail to the Soups writing troop
She Craved
She
Craved
For the beast.
Amidst his lair
In candle surround,
Ripped white linen clings
As their sweated bodies writhe.
In unification, his seed
Shall spawn the beginning of the dark.
Whilst his translucent shadows walk earths light.
Democratic Crazy
These crazies who run our economy
Deserve a medical lobotomy
They are all of their heads
Ignoring their country needs fed
They just play with our democratic autonomy
Ditsy Moment
Ditsy moment, wow!
This takes me back a few years
I think I was
aged about twelve
It left my father in tears
It was on a
summers morning
I was sound asleep in bed
Subconsciously I heard
my father shout
And throw something at my head
"Hey James get
up,
Your going to be late for school"
I sat up straight in bed
Hurrying
not to break the rules
Quickly I got dressed
As I rushed for a
bite to eat
It's then that I noticed my father
Crying in his seat
His
tears turned to laughter
As he struggles to calmly say
"I'm sorry
my son I just couldn't resist
In fact it's really Saturday"
Looking
back at that time
Today it's still funny to me
But you really had
to see
Me sitting up as stiff as a tree
A Mother's Fury
A mother's fury
Unleashing her punishment ----
Sweet revenge is dealt
Trooping of all Colours
The day I joined the Soup
Frankly I was so cock-a-hoop
So many
kind poets
Who didn't all know it
Most definitely the best
writing troop