Sharp Against My Tongue

Japans, Food, Sushi

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Fish fresh – rice tender

Wasabi – sharp against my tongue

Salty bite of soya – just a hint –

As lunch has just begun

No artificial flavours here

Each bite a treat unique

As the chef preforms his miracles

Taste sensation at its peak

 

Padre

 

 

 

Spectre From Above

Snowy Owl, Owl, Bird, Animal, Animal World, White

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Large eyes stare into the night

In search of seeds of grain

Ears perk at every sound

Till all is still again

Then the mouse – does slowly creep

From its nesting lair

A fatal move – for in a flash of white

The spectre strikes as if from nowhere

 

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No Adventures Thus Required

 

closed red wooden door

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Sensible folk – stay at home

For dangers lay in the world abroad

Adventuring types oft – to their own homes bring

Unwanted visitors and maladies odd

We biggers should these truths have learned

From the wise halflings of the Shire

Maybe if we had so done

None of the current measures

Would we now require

 

Padre

 

 

 

 

Where Are The Flowers?

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Where has that rose-scent – heady gone?

Has it dried and blown away?

Leaving just the husks left behind –

Like from Miss Havisham’s wedding day?

Or have they been picked with bright intent –

And now with tears – gone far away?

Like the blooms of which Pete Seeger sang

On tombstones now displayed

Where has that rose-scent – heady gone?

May they fresh in your vase be found –

Each day with enduring and pure emotion

And may you with your loved one dwell

Roses a symbol of an undying devotion

 

 

 

Padre

 

Photo Challenge #323

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fey Words

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Spell

Uttered
Breath Quiet
Almost unheard
A call for curses?
A summoning of grace?
What mystic rites were released
In those few whispered syllables?
Will they change the course of destiny –

For those of us bound here upon the Earth?

Tell me of the fey words you said
Shall I be now overjoyed
Or should I wait in dread?
What was your intent?
In what you spoke
Breath quiet
Silent

Said

 

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SynonymsOnly :“BLESSED & HEX”

Granta and Rhee

Mathematical Bridge, Channel, Cambridge, England

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Oh stream of Granta, and the Rhee,

And you – great bend of the Cam

A Castle’s hill o’er you does watch

As you slowly drift to Ouse and then Wash

How many have come to your banks –

To walk the Backs or punt your flow?

Gazing at willows as they pass by

Or a bridge – that they call Sigh

Did they see the stone from Clare Bridge drop?

Do they know your history?

Or is just for Instagram?

A chance to say “Look at me.”

 

Padre

 

 

Botanical Union

Leaf, Nature, Green, Abstract, Plants

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Shamrock, Thistle, and the Leek

Each was growing free

Now penned in by Rose’s thorns

A counterfeit liberty

Westminster still has much to learn

For there are more than Roses – you see

That make up this fragile union

That they think of as “their” country

 

Padre

 

 

Ode To A Hay Bale

Straw, Hay, Harvest, Agriculture, Field, Hay Bales

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Gone
The days
Of scarecrows
Haystacks and bales
Gone the rail fences
Barbed wire now encloses
Hay now machine-rolled spirals
Tractors now plough – where once teams pulled
In a world of steel and rolled fodder
How can the livestock expect a “square”meal?

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