Thursday Think Tank #37 -- All in a Days Work

IMAGE CREDIT:  POETS UNITED - THURSDAY THINK TANK #37

A lemon's work is never done

Chef

Squeeze me over white fish

Or your add me to your sauce

I can dress up your salad

To make it special – I promise

Baker

We can't forget the baked goods

Yummy lemon meringue pie

Lemon pudding and lemon cake

and the extra weight upon your thighs! 

Confectioner

Gum drops, hard candy, lemon jellies

Lollipops, lemon sours

Lemon chocolate, lemon bombs

It's the lemon candy hour!

Bartender

I get twisted in martinis

Or added to a punch

You can also spike my lemonade

But not at a working lunch

Interior Decorator

Put us in a large glass bowl

All my friends and me

We make a lovely centerpiece

And look great at your fancy party

Doctor

To make you feel human

You'd squeeze me in hot water
Crush an aspirin and sweeten with honey

A recipe from my grandmother

House Maid

To cut through tough messes

Here’s what you should do

Add me to some water

And I will clean for you

******

Now where's that martini?

CHEERS!

Listening to the Sunset

Green, yellow, red and black

These are the colours of Jamaica

Guitar, drums and voice

Playing old Bob Marley songs

As the sun sets in the west

The clouds are shaped like an angel's wings

As the sun dips below her heart

This magical moment on the beach

The last sunset before we depart

The Beach - Poet's Rally #38

I love the sound of water

Lap lap lapping the shore

It's tiny white fingerlings

Tickling the wave before

I read the lovers messages

Scratched into the sand

So and So LOVES so and so

A woman and a man

As I walk, I feel the sand

Squishing between my toes

Nature's perfect pedicure

For all that ails the sole

I hear the children laughing

As they play upon the sand

Making fancy sandcastles

With their skillful little hands

The beach is a sacred place

Where familes come to play

The water lap lap lapping

All their troubles away.

They Call Me Ugli

They may call me Ugli

I ignore what they may say

Inside counts without a doubt

I’m beautiful inside and out

Look at me – I’m beautiful

Freshly plucked and fresh

Fingers eagerly remove my peel

My inner sweetness revealed

I’m opened wide for all to see

She puts me in her mouth

Bursting inside like a solar eclipse
She tastes my juice upon her lips

 

 

 

Come Dine With Me

Mag 53 - inspiration picture provided by http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

Welcome to my dinner party....come in, come in....have a seat.

The table is set with my special flair
Candles on the table everywhere

Red modern plates with my antique silverware

The table adorned with lovely stemware

Flowers in a vase - just over there

Tonight for dinner....a classic English fare

Roast beef cooked to a medium rare

Yorkshire pudding made with great care

Potatoes and gravy and vegetables to share

Tea and sweets if you dare

All these aromas filling up the evening air

We bow our heads in a thankful prayer

"Thank you for this bountiful meal and the wonderful friends who are at this affair"

AMEN.

"Could someone please pass me the salt?.....the crystal shaker with the pointy face....
yes that's it.........thank you!"

 

Monday's Child #33 - It's your Party

Inspiration prompt - Poetry United - Monday's Child #33 - http://childrensverse.blogspot.com/

Tweet-al-dee-dee

Tweet-al-dee-doo

I made this cake

Especially for you

I put on my apron

and decorated it nice

Full of pink sugar

and lots of spice

Now lets sing

a pretty song

Short and tweet

and not too long

Sherry Irvine - February 14, 2011

Morning Surprise

It is early in the morning

Maybe six o’clock I’d say

The beach is rather quiet

Except for the crashing waves

I slowly remove my bathing suit

My nakedness exposed to the air

I walk into the warm water

Balmy breezes tousling my hair

The water circles my ankles

It quickly reaches my knees

Until I can stand it no longer

I let the water wash all over me

The water covers my body

It caresses my weary soul

I languish in its peacefulness

Until it’s time for me to go

Out of the water and into a towel

I lay now upon my chaise

Soaking in the morning sun

Enjoying each single ray

My eyes are closed, I feel the heat

A gentle breath against my face

And then a presence very large

Is invading my private space

I open my eyes with a startle

There is a unicorn close to my face

She speaks to me in her special talk

Her name is Redeeming Grace

“I’ll take you for a magical ride

Upon this sun-kissed beach

I’ll show you things you’ve never seen

Come, come…..come ride with me”

Next I know I’m on her back

We’re galloping along the sand

She spreads her wings across the sky

As colourful as a rainbow band

Through the mountains and across the land

My arms wrapped around her neck

I see candy apple and licorice trees

The islands but a speck

I see boats afar with colourful sails

The water and sky so blue

I am enjoying my ride with Redeeming Grace

But sadly it’s time to go

She sets me down upon the ground

In a soft and gentle way

I give her a hug and kiss her goodbye

What a beautiful way to start my day

I lay now upon my chaise

Soaking in the morning sun

Enjoying each single ray

Thank you Redeeming Grace – that was so much fun.

© Sherry Irvine – February 14, 2010

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Thursday Think Tank #34 - Last Will and Testament

IMAGE CREDIT:  POETS UNITED - THURSDAY THINK TANK #34

Provided I have left after my man

And seeing as I can no longer stand

I’m taking my dirt nap because I’m dead

Whatever is left shall be equally divided

I have 2 kids - this prose will make them laugh

but seriously though - what exactly is one half?

I would expect it means divided by two

Even and fair like a chocolate fondue

HALF OF THE HOUSE

Take a brand new piece of chalk

Listen closely  – don’t you mock

Now draw a straight line - right down the middle

Teehee teehee – you’re both so fickle!

HALF OF THE COUCH

One would get the cushions

The other would get the frame

I know----I know

You think I’m insane

HALF THE BATHROOM

The bathtub is his -- the vanity is hers

Breaking the mirror is bad luck for years

Splitting the toilet means renting a saw

Why not put your names in the hat for a draw?

HALF THE BED

I suggest one can have the mattress

At least one could have some rest

While the other can have the box spring

And the comfort it won't bring.

HALF THE KITCHEN

This should be easy – as easy as pie

She gets my dishwasher – he’s easy on the eyes

My son – well he can have the comical stove

The one that’s pink and purple and mauve

And last but not least….

GEORGE THE CAT

How would one divide up the family cat?

It would be very rude to cut him in half

Not to mention it would be very gross

If he doesn't shuddup though - it will be Adios.

*******

This concludes my silly poem

It makes no sense - I should probably go home

This Will and Testament is NOT set in stone

And please be advised….the stove can be loaned J

© Sherry Irvine – February 3, 2011

Shopping in 1792

Mag 51 - inspiration picture provided by http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

I’m taking a stroll down the cobblestone street

Who knows what I’ll see….who I will meet

I have a few coins to spend with free will

My basket in hand, is ready to fill

The cobblestone street is lined with shops

The Milner, the book store and the sweet shop

I admire the hats, the books, and gum drops

As I make my way to the stationery shop

Inside the stationery store is a different world

I put in my order and hand it to the shop girl

Some handmade paper, ink, quills and more

I have poetry to write….and music to score

I hand her a few coins, and go out the door

To a wonderful place I just adore

I make my way down the cobblestone street

To another place that makes my heart beat

Sausage filled pastries, cookies and bread

The smells of the bakery fills my head

Flour, yeast, water and a small lump of lard

A tiny pinch of salt – it’s not that hard

The baker combines it and kneads it well

Puts it in the oven until it smells

I buy two loafs of the freshly baked bread

“Have a good day” I shyly said

Now I’m back on the cobblestone street

A few pennies left for a couple of treats

To the Sweet Shop for Turkish Delights

And then back home before it turns night

It was a good day on the cobblestone street

People were shopping, the sales were sweet

I’m now at home, enjoying a hot cup of tea

Shall we share some bread?  You and me?

© Sherry Irvine – February 1, 2011