Melodic Ostentation ~ Flavors for Friends

Though Jingle linked to my new poetry project, I wanted to put out a new poem for her Thursday rally, just to keep up with the spirit of new-ness and give an introduction to my acceptance of her kindness.

Circle of Friends

Billy!

I will be accepting the Circle of Friends Award as well as Billy’s Blogtastic Friends Award 2010 from her.  I’m not so very good at the passing on and commenting bit, but I will do my best to get around to everyone.  If I may, I’m going to switch around and do something special for the both of them in conjunction with today’s rally.  I haven’t been feeling well, this week, but I’ve gotten well-wishes from my friends here and everyone has still come to visit me – this grants me happiness the likes of which words scantily describe, but I shall try my best.  This poem is dedicated to my circle of blogtastic friends – you know who you are, as you come and join me in this wonderful conversation we have started, you and I.  I consider you deep friends, even if I’m a bit phantasmal at times…it’s simply because I am in the process of a transformation.  To most accurately describe such a process to you, dear ones, well…it will require a bit of wordsmithing, and I’ll never pass that up.

Thank you Billy, Jingle, Kokot, Isha, Beth, Leslie, and Brian specifically for taking the time to allow me to catch up with you.  Everyone has such busy schedules that it amazes me what you guys accomplish – I wish to be more like all of you, and so this is for you and everyone here, my friends.  :)

Love’s Song Be My Guide

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Fearing what’s below—

Living on the edge—

Staring at a ledge—

What I do not know—

Filling up my mind—

Something is inside—

That I can’t abide—

Restless sleep I find.

~

Walking in the snow—

Who am I today—

Would I want to stay—

Movements now are slow—

Something is inside—

That which is unclear—

I am taught to fear—

That I cannot hide.

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Sure it is not me—

Subtle jagged patch—

Eyes could never catch—

Wish I could not see—

Glimpses of the thing—

Something is inside—

Ward it though I tried—

Steals my right to sing.

~

Absence of the touch—

Weakness of my skin—

Little things and such—

Can’t contain within—

Exits through my tears—

Something is inside—

Through a darkness peers—

Light that would reside.

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Empty I am not—

Innocence has come—

Feelings I have caught—

Knowing not where from—

Maybe never left—

Something is inside—

Hidden in some cleft—

Bandage now applied.

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Treble is my soul—

Two halves of a heart—

Bass to make it whole—

Sorrow when apart—

Play in minor keys—

Feelings to appease—

Something is inside—

Calling to the tide.

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Melding lullaby—

Sometimes need to cry—

Then we need to laugh—

Joining in the staff—

Harmony one day—

Melody to play—

Something is inside—

Love’s song be my guide.

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On a final note, I have continued my food odyssey  So I shall give you a couple more tastes of yumminess.  First is actually my wife, Joanna’s, creation: some lovely Hot Cross Buns -

Hot Cross Buns!

To drink with it, something I came up with while watching “Kseverny in the Kitchen” (that should totally be the name of one of the segments of your roadshow, Kokot ^^): Chocolate-covered Strawberry milk! -

ChocStrawberry Milk

If you’re not too full of buns (and still have plenty of milk ^^), then the main breakfast shall be this lovely Homemade Waffle with a reduction sauce of Fried Banana and Butterscotch Schnaps.  Enjoy!

Waffles and Fried Banana Butterscotch Sauce

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