Retrospect?
With due respect
I’d barely even started yet!
They took the Daily Prompt away
But haven’t really told us why.
It helped a lot
– it got me views
And now it’s gone.
That’s such bad news.
via Retrospective
Month: May 2018
Family Dosa
Dosa is a kind of pancake made from a fermented batter. Its main ingredients are rice and urad beans. Dosa is part and parcel of the South Indian diet and popular all over the Indian subcontinent. Traditionally, Dosa is served hot along with sambar and chutney. It can be consumed with idli podi as well.
I like a masala omelette
They’re a good way to start the day
But I fancied trying a dosa
Breakfast the Indian way.
So we got up early that morning
Slipping out the hotel
And went to a nearby eatery
To give the dosa a try.
I don’t know what possessed us
Why we got one so big
But we went for a family dosa
When it came it was four foot long.
I started slowly from my end
My wife started slowly from hers
We hoped we’d meet in the middle
But it really looked quite a task.
Daunting but breakfast is breakfast
We could only do our best
I picked slowly from my end
And my wife picked slowly from hers.
We could feel the stares of the locals
Feel them stealing a look
But one of them came to our rescue
By ordering one of his own.
But he didn’t begin as we had
Nibbling away from the end
With a deft blow of his hand to its middle
He broke the dosa in two
And as the truth of our error now struck us
He proceeded to break it all up.
We smilingly did as he’d done
And the locals all smiled at us!
Broken
It’s broken, fragmented,
smashed into bits,
totally busted,
defective and chipped.
I’m not sure who broke it;
what damaged the thing?
It’s mangled, demolished,
disgusting. Just fling!
Too hard to restore it
and put the thing right.
It’s pointless and useless
A hideous sight!
A throw away thing
In a throw away world
No longer of use
They’re discarded and hurled.
via Broken
The Flavour of Belgian Beers (Found Poetry)
“Belgian brewers often supplement
the balance of malt sweetness
and hop bitterness with fruity,
spicy, floral and herbal aromas.”
Some Belgian beers are like running
through a hayfield at harvest
and others explode with
a whole orchard of fruit flavours.”
“Soft, mellow tartness
and mild horse blanket funk
will make you smile
and desire another glass”
Or a “delicate balance of grain
and caramel, burn and edge,
…..uniquely ancient taste.”
“I like to close my eyes and puzzle it out.
Where does the floral grapefruit end?
Where do the musty lemons begin?”
“An enchanting, not-quite-earthy
yeast character, a whiff of spicy hops
…. a tightrope balance
between crisp and malty.”
“The refined sourness countered
with some caramel sweetness.
… hints of raisins and red apples.
Sour meets sweet at a sublime level.”
Introtopoetry Day Seven – Found Poetry on the theme ‘of ‘Flavor’.
From http://www.belgiansmaak.com/belgian-beers/
and http://dageraadbrewing.com/story/what-is-belgian-style-beer/
Oh, The Lies! (Justice for Asifa)
I love India but this case is a shocking indictment of the country. We need to stand foursquare behind Indians demanding justice.
With tears she enters the world
As her first shriek unfurls
Nobody to groom her, strengthen her
Nobody to apprise
That these shrieks are all that her destiny comprise.
We live in a country
Where a woman’s biggest fear is assault
A million molestation cases a year
A million cries for respect
And all we hear is
“It’s her Fault!”
From inappropriate clothing to staying out late
The Biggest lie they tell us is that
She is guilty for ruining her fate!
An eight-year-old,
What was her foible?
That she was a Muslim?
That she was a girl?
In the rallies that succour the horrendous rapists’ guise
How soulless are those men and women
Who accuse, on the name of religion and politics, a child?
The biggest lie they tell us is that
The law is equal for all who perpetrate a crime.
Why isn’t there an uproar?
Are minds…
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Juxtapose
Juxtapose two opposites
Completely different things.
Contradictory qualities
And differences they bring.
Sometimes you must make a choice
And choose between the two.
But ‘either or’ solutions
Don’t always fit the bill.
You needn’t always make that choice
Although you sometimes will.
There are ‘both and’ solutions
Where both things can be true.
And embracing life’s diversity
Will be the thing to do.
via Juxtapose
A response to the Daily Prompt
Screen
You’re always on your iPad
Or on the wretched phone.
Bloody social media
Leave the phone alone!
Forget about who follows
Whether you got likes,
Those tweets or notifications
The so called Facebook friends.
We are here, we’re in the room
Communicate with us.
You’re Facebook friends will still be there
So why the ruddy rush?
Let’s do stuff together
The way we used to do?
See what’s on the telly
That all of us can view.
Don’t look out the window
Don’t go out the door
There’s nothing happens off a screen
That matters any more.
Wave a phone before your face
See life through a lense
Nothing counts in modern life
That isn’t on a screen.
Intro to Poetry Day Six – Screen
Let’s not stand on ceremony
Let’s not stand on ceremony
Be blinded by the pomp!
Don’t think you can cling to power
Through how you dress things up.
We see through that palaver
The masquerade and games.
We all respect the history
But things can’t stay the same.
We like change to be gradual
The past not swept away.
But know that in the end
It’s the people who hold sway.
A response to the Daily Prompt
via Ceremony
Unsuccessful (Limerick)
Supposed to do a limerick
A young man was not good at it.
He’d such a big head
Wrote a sonnet instead
And thought ‘it won’t matter a bit’.
Introduction to Poetry Day Five
A limerick on the theme unsuccessful.
Now You’re Famous
You longed to be known and famous.
It happened and now you’re not sure.
The paparazzi are calling
You’re not quite sure what it’s for.
You don’t want them knowing your business
You don’t want the fuss anymore.
The trappings of fame are perfidious
You wish you were once more obscure.
You can’t put the cork in the bottle
The good life is starting to pall.
The eyes of the world are upon you
You wish you could hide from it all.
via Famous
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