Food for Thought
I will give you
Sweetpeas
Fluffyyam
Haricotbeans
Wildgarlic
And honeymadesun
I will give you
Sherbet
Strawberries
Vanillapodice
Curryleaves
And midnightplums
I will give you
Brickpepperred
And greenaubergines
With bananasmiles
I will give them to you
Cook me a poem
Sweetpeas
Fluffyyam
Haricotbeans
Wildgarlic
And honeymadesun
I will give you
Sherbet
Strawberries
Vanillapodice
Curryleaves
And midnightplums
I will give you
Brickpepperred
And greenaubergines
With bananasmiles
I will give them to you
Cook me a poem
posted by Sue hardy-Dawson at 11/11/2005 07:48:00 PM
29 Comments:
I know that you understand french so a post a french poem. I don't remember if i post it on my blog or not. This is an old one poem i wrote a not so sad day.
Amour du temps passé, amour envollé.
Mon coeur blessé ne fait que saigner.
Loin de moi tu t'es envollé.
Depuis mon coeur est exangue a force de saigner.
Que ne donerais-je pas pour t'emmené loin des hommes,
Loin des loups et autres prédateurs des gens heureux.
Rien de plus qu'un rêve fou en somme.
Je n'ai rien que des souvenirs malheureux.
Tu restes dans mon coeur et dans mon âme,
Quelque soit le temps, et la distance,
L'on va toujours ou nous guide notre âme,
même si l'on doute d'avoir une chance.
Même si l'on doute de récolté ce que l'on sème,
On revient toujours vers ceux que l'on aime.
I hope you enjoy it. Bye. Take care of yourself.
What a delicious gift! Such playful kindness. Wonderful poem. Thank you.
I don't know if you got my message. I have added you to my links. Welcome aboard. I love your poems. AND...you love cats. *smile*
(P.S. - Wonderful french poem above. I speak just a bit and was thrilled to read it.)
charmingly done, again! no need to cook for you, you breathe poetry.
(btw, Ive linked you, hope u don't mind. do visit my blog again!)
That was clever! If only it were that simple, eh?
La poesie est très romantique, n'est ce pas?
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Carba your poem is beautiful, though very sad, I'm glad you are happy now, thankyou for sharing it, love the part about always returning to those you love.
Q Neetee yes I did and I'm really happy thank-you, one of my cats is helping me type this by blocking out the moniter with his tail, he knows I am trying to express how useful this is by moving him onto my lap so he returns faithfully each time, and he doesn't aprove of my spelling either as he has added the word ghyb, I am too stupid to understand the importance of this word, which he knows but perhaps it is a special message for your cats.
Shubhodeep feel free and thank-you
Nicole if only and Oui, la poesie est très romantique, et aussi très triste.
And of course your cat is right, this poem is truly ghyb.
genuine.heights (of)your. brilliance!!
So sensual and succuelent. I wish I had a pot for cooking poems, and better yet, a book of recipes. Great poem, sue.
Patry thank-you I'll send you a metaphorical one, the good thing about a poem is the ingredients are always words but the result always different
CJ I didn't know you spoke cat he he
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When you talk about poem, you take the word from my mouth. They talk about love and the sadness we have sometimes. From times to times when we wrote, we give a part of us into it. When i said "from times to times" you can read "practically each times". That's why i enjoy writing even if i don't put on the net each time.
Bye
Feline expert me. Got degrees.O levels. And Bovine, Lapine, Equinine and, 'Rowlwoof', cannine!
Carba, yes it is good to sort your feelings out by wrighting them down, then as you say you can revisit the part of you you left behind
CJ you managed a degree in cat
Me-how? Perhapse you can warn me about any future cat-astrophees
This is my kind of kitchen, Sue but your special magic makes it exceptional! Cat-astrophies, aren't they found somewhere near the cat-colons?
Sue, I cooked you a poem! I just posted it.
Very interesting pot purri ... sparking off many thoughts.
I made an other poem for your cooking time. I hope you enjoy it. I bring a part of my sadness and a part of my hope into it. I made it in french.
Que la lune bleue éclaire en cette heure,
L'espoir que me laisse ma torpeur.
Que n'ai-je pas, en cette vie, souffert,
Je n'ai que faire de cette vie de fer.
Que la lune bleue veille en cette heure,
Car mon bonheur demeurre.
Que n'ai-je espéré ce bonheur qui vient,
mais puis-je le réclamer comme mien?
Que la lune bleue pleure en cette heure,
Car le malheur demeurre en mon coeur.
Que ne dois-je souffrir de voir les autres en pleurs.
Comment puis-je en les regardant le dire heureux?
Que la lune bleue m'aide en cette heure,
A les aider a trouver leurs bonheurs.
Mais qui suis-je pour les aider?
Je ne suis qu'un humain déjà oublié.
Take care of yourself. I hope to read you soon.
I particularly smile at the end of each verse "honeymadesmiles", "midnightplums" and "Bananasmiles." Enjoyable word stew. :)
SilvermOOn aka Green-Eyed Lady
oooh yummylicious! (he he he is there such a word?)
Great poem Russel, can I post it here too?
Carba, great cooking under the blue moon
A May you return with them soon
Finn that looks a little like indigestion, be carful of the consenents
Green eyed lady I think that' what made the banana smile
Amie if you said it it must be true
Sure Sue, post away with my best wishes!
Russel's Poem
Smile fruit with remember potato
for Sue
So the ham and cheese morning rests on the little it knows.
Angels gather together in the kitchen of dreams
Not slick and stainless, tile and grout,
But close and crowded, clean and lean.
It was so unexpected, that kitchen, practically over lake waters.
In the weakening summer sprinkled with Dutch rain
It climbed the narrow stairway to the sky,
One leg in Eden the other in the deepening water out from the shore.
The handfuls of gadgets were home at last, having found one another.
In another room sat Montaigne scratching that itch,
Ready with manuscript to go to the Voorschorterlaan Station with
The press already rolling like a subway on its track to London.
Kitchens should always speak Nedderlander above the tree tops
High where the best fruit grows.
Ooooooh! What a happylicious chocolateysyrup yummyscrumptious poem!!!
You make me as happy as can be! and tell your cat..tnaih qui!! :))
What fantastic paintings! You really must teach me how to do them Sue! Thank you!
Oi! Yorkshire.
Where's the new stuff????
Pins the cat said ghrty, and your drawings are great
CJ sorry been essayed up to the hilt will be posting soon
Wonderful! This made me break into a very big honeymadebananaauberginesmile!
Sue, this is the yummiest poem I've read. Oh, sorry for calling you Sarah! I just fell in love with that name. :D
Moose then it was worth every hoeybrickbanana of it
Arthur, don't worry, don't give it another thought, I just thought I'd better mention it
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