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
“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/
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 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
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
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
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.
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
Life is like a journey
You haven’t properly planned.
You’re not quite sure
Where you want to go
Or what you’re going to need.
If you find the right road
You’re a very lucky man.
For life has many twists and turns
And so much can go wrong.
It’s not your destination
That matters in the end
But where you went
And what you saw
And who it was you met.
Learning from your journey
Is the most important thing.
So though you may be ill prepared
And not have what you need
The man who learns to love the road’s
A lucky man indeed.
Introduction to poetry – Day Four
Good grief a doppelgänger
Another one like me?!!
Sounds a really scarey thought
But can happen apparently!
Is it just a look thing
So facially we’re twins
Or, shaped by our appearance,
Experience similar things?
Can different personalities
Hide behind one face
Or is there another, like of me
But in a different place?
via Doppelgänger
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