yaspark Poetry (33)

Bored of hanging on there
An overstretched sweater
On a clearance rack
Would somebody take a notice
And help him back on track
The quality of the fabric
Soft to the gentle touch
The stream of warmth to share
At a deeply discounted price
Just hanging on out there
Not asking for much..

When you lose your shadow
And forget your dreams
When you step barefoot
On a lego piece
Or mistake shampoo
For a mouthwash rinse
And then blow out bubbles
Not being able to breathe
When it feels like your world
Is falling apart
From the man-made drama
And darts in your heart
Then you know you are tired
And just need a break
To restore your balance
And get your shadow back

A giant black caterpillar
With the haunting orange spot in the middle
As if dressed for a Halloween party
Expanding and contracting
To its internal drumming beat
May never finish crossing the road.
Where is he headed anyway?

Things get blown out of proportion
When you focus on them long enough

A tiny drop under the microscope
Reveals bugs and creatures of all kinds
Not seen by a naked eye
Dive deeper and you can see cells
Dive even deeper...
You may drown and never finish exploring

Or take another path instead
And imagine things that never existed
Wandering in the enchanted forests of your dreams

Down down downhill
Spinning spinning tricycle wheels
Jumping houses, jumping trees
Brakes somewhere out of reach
Carried by breeze like a free flying witch

Down down down the hill
Spinning spinning spinning wheels
That felt like it lasted forever maybe...
A miracle happened I could not foresee
My father was there to grab hold of me

You swallow a year
And then you grow
Not very fast
And not too slow

You grow your teeth
You grow your feet
And then you become
A grown-up kid

The time flies forward
Or backward sometimes
At times too slow
Or way too fast

You wander through life
And one day recognize
How to stretch your shoulders
And spread your wings
And fly high into the sky
Into the bubble of happiness

Worn habits to break
Elevate through sweats and ache
Spring arrived to awake


A drop of sunshine
Is brewing in bubbling brine
Dandelion wine


A school of sardines
Swam in sync into a tin
Sardines of my dreams

Caged in the house
Like a lonely princess
In the grim castle
I strain my ears to hear
“Knock, knock!”
Is he there yet?

Spring is going wild outside
Buzzing and blooming
A little bird
Keeps coming back
To knock on my window
And chirp

I do not know his language
But it sounds like
“Get out, stupid!”

Once upon a time there lived a boy
Who was groomed to become a prince,
Get married and live happily ever since

That story took the wrong course
There is more to it than
A bunch of lies in a pool of pain
No purpose to dwell, regret or to blame
The fairy tale fell apart
Leaving a girl with a broken heart
The boy destined to become a prince
Turned into a frog
And chose to live in a swamp ever since

When an appetizer of fried frogs legs
Is served to you in a restaurant
Beware they may belong to a prince
Who lived his life with a broken heart

The words flew away
And silence invaded space
Between you and me.

House feels empty
What we shared burned out
Without fire

To cook or not to cook -
That is the question
Whether ‘tis nobler
To toss fresh veggies in the pot
And simmer, boil or fry
Until they wilt and gradually die
Or to take arms
Against the savage slaughter
And serve them raw
And suffer indigestion

For who would bear
All that butchered food
The candy, cakes and crepes,
The rubber of cooked meat
On top of mashed potatoes
When he himself could dream
Of something raw…

To sleep - perchance to crave:
Ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep
What recipe may come
Of how to pack raw veggies
In a blender
And by the blend
To make a mighty soup
Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished
And left for thou to try..

To make it creamy
Peel half avocado,
Do not forget
To throw away the pit
For sweetness, clean
And add sliced carrots,
Size matters,
So pick two or even three
For color green,
Throw in sunflower sprouts
A handful, maybe two will do
Thy never heard of those?
Not to worry, sub for any other
Green thou like to chew
For tint of sour,
Peel and slice a lemon
For flavor,
Get to add seaweed –
Wakame, dulse,
Kelp or any other –
For they may taste
Much the same to thee..
To spice things up,
Toss in an inch of ginger,
When bold, thou double it to two
Not to forget
A tablespoon of miso
To sub for salt
And try out something new
Then herbs -
A handful of cilantro,
Dill, parsley, thyme or basil -
Just to name a few..
The last but not the least -
Throw in one sliced onion
And two-three cloves of garlic
For a pungent oomph
Transfer all thou have prepared
To a blender,
Add water halfway to the rim.
DO NOT FORGET
To fit the jar with cover
And mighty soup
Is ready for a spin
To the desired smoothness
Of thy dreams...

But that the dread
Of something after meal,
The undiscovered country
Of raw food
From whose bourn
No traveler returns
(Since been kept captive on a john)
Puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear
Those foods we have
Than try out others
tThat we know not of?

So many flashbacks
One more year took a spin
To start new again

Hop on the last train
En route to new adventures
Take a rowdy ride!

Chew on a moment
Blended with inspiration
To taste a poem