Tuesday, 22 January 2013

DOWN THE ‘OLE


This poem was written in a circular style, starting at the 
outside of the circle, and finishing with the last word
in the middle. I have no idea how to show it in it's 
original form!


DOWN THE ‘OLE

The water was spinning wildly out of control
I pulled the plug out, and it went down the ‘ole.
Twirling and twisting it longed to be free
And started it’s journey right out to the sea.

Taking with it some bubbles and scum
But now I had clean knees, legs and bum.
I stretched and scratched and had a big yawn
Looked one more time- the water had gorn

FOOD LOVERS. (A cheesy tale)


A very simple homework; write a story about food.
I did my best!




FOOD LOVERS. (A cheesy tale)


The Grapes were a mean bunch. They clung close to each other, and no one outside the family group was welcome in their part of town. There had been years of animosity between them, and the neighboring Banana Bunch.
There was a rumor on the Grapevine that trouble was kicking off in town. Sure enough- there was a fruit free-for-all, with the Grapes of wrath waging war on the Banana Bunch; there was skin and hair flying in all directions, and some very nasty bruising on the side of the Bananas. The Grapes took a crushing defeat, and limped home, cursing and whining as they went.

Both families lived within the boundaries of the Big Apple where the Governor, ‘Big Cheese’ was getting fed up with the constant feuding, he finally declared that further fallouts would result in heavy-handed punishment and a possible fruit crush.

In an attempt to try to lighten the mood of the Big Apple, Big Cheese announced a Cheese Ball, a large party in costume for the Banana Bunch to attend.  The Grapes were not invited, as they could not be in the trusted in the same room as the Banana Bunch. Furthermore it was Big Cheese’s plan that his dashing young son, Camembert, should make the acquaintance of a certain young lady from the Banana family.
The dark skinned beauty and curvy figure of Rhiana Banana had turned the head of many a Big Apple’s inhabitants.

The night of the Cheese Ball arrived and was held in the grounds of Ham-and-tongue Court Palace. (Hampton Court Palace)
It was a beautiful setting for the party. People in amazing costumes wandered around its gardens. The river ran alongside, with floating swans and a gentle breeze. It was the perfect setting for romance. Rhiana Banana’s carefully chosen costume as a shiny red cherry drew many admiring looks.
The food was piled high on tables, topped with an ice sculpture that looked good enough to melt in your mouth.



Soon young Camembert was dancing with all the eligible young ladies; he was a cool as a cucumber, with a dashing outfit in fifty shades of green. The Cheese Ball was a great success! Despite Big Cheeses plan to marry off Camembert with Rhiana Banana, unbeknown to him a young man called ‘Gilbert Grape’ had sneaked in to the Cheese Ball, cleverly costumed as a mushroom to evade detection.

Gilbert thus brilliantly disguised danced across the floor, when his gaze fell on Rhiana in her cherry costume, and thought; “Hmm, she looks good enough to eat”
Rhiana was equally taken with Gilbert’s mushroom costume, and thought, “He looks like a fun-guy” (fungi)
Now all thoughts of Camembert were driven from Rhiana Banana’s mind. As they danced, Gilbert pulled her close and whispered in her ear ‘If food be the music of love, play on…’

Eventually the young couple disappeared into the darkness of the night with no thought of anyone else Gilbert declared his love to Rhiana, and revealing to her that under his mushroom costume, he was really a Grape. Rhiana knew in her heart that Gilbert was a forbidden fruit, but she could not stop herself.

Late into the night after much kissing, Gilbert took Rhiana’s cherry, gently peeling her costume away. He discovered that Rhiana’s beauty was more than just skin deep.

The lovers then decided that they must be married at once, and set off to find Fryer Chip who was happy to help. Fryer Chip had for a long time wanted to see an end to fighting between the Grapes and the Bananas, and he saw this marriage as a positive step towards joining the two families. It was a fruitful union, but trouble lay ahead.

Meanwhile, in other news, Rhiana’s cousin, Bertrand Banana was up to no good. He was the rotten apple in the Banana family a bad lad to the very core. He had seen though Gilbert’s mushroom disguise at the Cheese Ball, and it left a bad taste in his mouth. Things took a turn for the worst, and Gilbert ended up killing cousin Bertrand, slicing him like a loaf of banana bread.
Well, this sort of thing didn’t go unnoticed, and swiftly Gilbert was exiled. Poor Rhiana, her cousin was dead, her husband exiled and now Big Cheese was intent on forging ahead with wedding preparations for her to marry Camembert, having no idea that she was already a married woman!

In her distress she turned to the only person who she could trust- Fryer Chip. She poured out her troubles, and the Fryer could see she was in hot deep fat. But being a bit of an alchemist on the side, he was good at brewing up. He had watched enough episodes of ‘Ready, Steady, Cook!’ to concoct a decent potion. Between them, they came up with a cunning plan; the night before Rhiana’s wedding to Camembert she would ingest the potion he made and would appear as dead.
She would marinade for two days.
The Fryer would get word to Gilbert and the lovers would be reunited when she awoke from her death like sleep.
So far, so good. Things went according plan and Rhiana was declared ‘dead’, and laid in the family crypt.
This is where things went horribly wrong. If you have a delicate tummy, read no further. Poor Gilbert. News of the plan didn’t reach his ears, but the death of Rhiana did. He turned a nasty shade of purple, then white as he digested the news. On the way over to the crypt to see Rhiana for what he thought was the last time he purchased a small bottle of poison.
Finally alone with the deeply sleeping Rhiana, Gilbert was overcome with grief, crying out ‘Oh, my sweet Banana!” as he swallowed the poison.
When Rhiana finally awakes, she now sees the dead Gilbert and makes fruitless attempt to revive him. She is over come with grief declaring ‘You were the best of the bunch’
Then she takes Gilbert’s knife and plunges it into her heart, tearing it in two.

When the families rush in they are confronted by Fryer Chip, who laments;  “Gilbert died of food poisoning, and Rhiana is a Banana split”

THE END.

Lady in Red.

An exercise using all the words randomly generated:

Random Magazine wordifications


Eight words; summer; satin; honest; blue; comfort; employed; area; works;

That summer I was employed in the lounge, serving drink.
My red satin dress was tight, and made the men wink.
The gentleman who strayed into my area seemed to think
That with his blue eyes it was not honest employment that night.
Altho’ I hate to say it, he was damn right.

Heaven hears.


This weeks home work was to write an essay on 'relegion
Not an easy one for me!


Heaven hears.
                                   
The murmuring was growing louder. It just increased with every year that passed, and 4 billion years was a lot of increasing to do.

It started softly, and then grew, the mumbled voices, the pitiful cries, the heartfelt pleading, the screams of pain from within, the cries of the poor, the traumatised, the mothers for the children, the children for food. Begging, pleading, petitioning, and occasionally, thanksgiving.

Words could discerned from among the babble;  ‘Abba’ ‘Ahura Mazda’ ‘Father’ ‘Elohim’ ‘Jehovah’ ‘Allah’ ‘Krishna’ there were almost as many names as there were souls that called them.

The earth groaned and trembled, sometimes cracking under the strain of the souls that cried. Rivers of water flooded and volcano’s erupted, the earth split apart in pain causing quakes and tsunami’s.

Brothers fought against brothers, did they not know the land was to share? They each proclaimed that god had promised the land to them, and them alone.

The souls split and divided, each claiming rights and righteousness, each one sure only of one thing; that their way was the ‘true’ way and everyone else was wrong.

 Stony faced statues were adorned, adored and sacrificed to. Rituals handed down from one generation to another, entrenching further things that were no longer understood, their meaning from another era long forgotten. These traditions bring comfort to some, and rebellion to others.

Some souls denied their bodies food, beating themselves for their sins and castigating the pain to drive it out. Others in quite contemplation meditated, the humming grew louder.
Some souls, not content with causing pain to themselves, turned to others to inflict pain up them.

Destruction and carnage was painful to witness, the enslaving of their own brothers in the name of god.

A few rays of light pierced the darkness, acts of selflessness, of sacrifice, bringing food and care to brothers who were in need. Tiny drops in the ocean, but to those who received, they were the breath of life. These lights were like lazers beaming out for all to see, radiating hope and joy to those it touched. Acts of kindness, words of compassion, touches of care. They pushed the darkness back and held it at bay for small moments.
The humming softened, voices of thanksgiving arose in places.


Oh, souls below don’t you know… all you need is Love?