My Pancakes Sang the Blues

Poem based on my culinary skill experimentation making breakfast today (8-31-2017) morning

Breakfast time,  to the kitchen,  pancakes in the menu today,
Healthy choice, blueberry pancakes, to start the day.

Searched the fridge, no fresh berries, what to do,
Frozen berries, used for smoothies,  to the rescue.

Microwaved for a quick defrost,  what a soggy mess,
Limp blueberries floating on purple juice to my distress.

Start the batter,  fire up the stove, pancakes I will make,
Frozen or not,  blueberry pancakes,  whatever it takes.

Batches of pancakes,  all nice round,  plump and soft
Bottom of the bowl, looking melancholy, was a deep purple broth.

Made little blue batter, why let good thing go to waste,
Out came a few blue pancakes,  looking their best.
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Proud of my culinary skill,  top of the pile blue pancakes went;
One look at them,  my better half screamed and went into a rant.

Don’t judge by the color, I reasoned,  taste and give them their due;
Alas! lost cause, cast aside, my lovely pancakes sang the blues.


The blue pancakes were very tasty though

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Hope and Stay : RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #162

Hope everlasting
Keeps us alive and kicking
Stay away morons

*****
Audacity sure
Hope extremely contagious
Stayed eight long good years

*****
Hope dark cloud goes soon
Megalomaniac leaves
Destructive stay ends


RonovanWritesWeeklyHaikuChallenge

Heat Advisory

"A heat advisory remains in effect from 11 am Sunday to 9 PM PDT 
Monday. "
Sunflower: Photo by Author: 8/26/2017
Sunflower: Photo by Author: 8/26/2017

Summer refuses to go with a whimper
Sun is roaring after the eclipse like a tiger
Can’t look at the sun with my naked eyes
Beautiful sunflower makes me satisfied
Indian summer it may be
Have to bear the heat advisory


Our county has a heat advisory forecasted starting tomorrow.

Peace Has Vanished ( a Ghazal)

I had written this poem ( Ghazal ) a few weeks back in my mother tongue, Assamese, regarding the unrest going on in many parts of the world.  I gave a finishing touch today and translated it to English.  This is not a literal translation. It is difficult to do a word by word translation and retain the ghazal format.  I am including both Assamese ( first) and the English version here.

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অশান্তি কিয়

সকলোতে আজি শুনো হাঁহাকাৰ,  পৃথিৱীত ইমান অশান্তি কিয়
প্ৰাচুৰ্য্যৰ মাজত শুনো আৰ্তনাদ, ৰাইজৰ মনত অশান্তি কিয়

বিজ্ঞানৰ আজি জয় জয়াকাৰ, পৰাক্ৰমীৰ শুনো উন্মাদ হুঙ্কাৰ
নৈতিকতাৰ পতন দেখি নিতেনিত, ৰাইজৰ নহব অশান্তি কিয়

চাৰিওদিশে দেখোঁ বাজে ৰণডংকা, জনতাৰ মনত কিহৰ আশঙ্কা
অজান আতংকবাদীৰ মোক্ষম আঘাট, বুজিছানে আজি অশান্তি কিয়

অন্তৰত জ্বলে দুঃখৰ অনল, চৌদিশে দেখোঁ  জ্বলে দাবানল
সৰ্বহাৰাৰ বিচাৰ নহল উচিত, নহলেনো আজি অশান্তি কিয়

বৃথা প্ৰলোভনত মতলীয়া ৰাইজ, বৈষম্যৰ জয়ধ্বনিত সদা ব্যস্ত
ধৰ্মান্ধতাৰ উন্মাদনাত বিবেক নষ্ট, পৃথিৱীত নহব অশান্তি কিয়

Peace Has Vanished

Lament everywhere ring out loud and clear, where peace has vanished
Amidst all the unfathomable wealth, people query why peace has vanished

Scientific truth questioned and throttled by maniac utterances of the powerful
Values challenged, morality in perpetual comma, people’s peace has vanished

Constant cacophony of drums of war, scared dejected populace milling around
Unknown terrorists’ deadly  strikes, death and mutilation, our peace has vanished

Aching hearts, smoldering pain, world engulfed by raging fires of destruction
Blind justice disenfranchises destitute, division rules, why question peace has vanished

False prophets of power, deluded blind followers, fomenting and heralding division
Fanatics, corrupted and hijacked by religion, search where peace has vanished

 

 

As Time Flies By

I close and open my fist in disgust
As I see time fly by
In time I can’t catch wasted time
Knowing fully well that I will rue
The time that flew by
There will be a time
When I will ruminate
The time that flew by
Time would only tell
What could have been
What I lost
As summer slowly passes
And I sit languidly
Listening to the gossips of the day
Silent gazes of strangers
Clouded by rising steam
From continuously refilled coffee cups
Locks for a moment on something
And furtively look away
Are they also ashamed of
The guilt of killing time
As another summer day
Rolls away to dusky evening
Co-conspirators we all
Guilty as accused
Vicarious pleasure
Of wasting time
As time flies by