Category archives: Vindaloo
Discussions of the spice of life, spices, and/or life.
Admonition to the Hyades
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Be gentle, gentle raining daughters
There's no man born worth
Tears so hot or sharp with pain
Their hearts are hard things
Rocks set against the seas
Not worthy of such devotion
Not capable of proper love
Forget then your wailing
Stop the rain from falling
To drench the o'er watered earth
Let your storms ...
She'd a Ruler Be
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Princess Tee
Would be a Queen
Ruling over me
I'm a jolly jester
She'd a ruler be
Jump and dance
For all to see
Caper to the fair
Jig down to the sea
It's not so much a fear
As joy in what can be
I'll not submit to rulers
Sitting court up in a ...
Dark Eyes of Fatigue
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Some women seem to fall into beauty
The universe conspiring at their side
Blessed with good form and clear skin
They forgo powders that hide or smooth
Clean-faced they face the world
These goddesses put those to shame
They might spend a year at labour
Spending all their energy in strife
Yet mortal eyes will ...
Poetry a Smashing Success
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Well, that was fun! No more verse this evening, think I need to decompress a bit if I'm going to be able to sleep. About 13 people (didn't actually think to count), and IIRC almost everyone shared a poem, with many sharing their own work. We did quite a few rounds of reading, then sat ...
Poetry Tonight (Yay!)
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Poetry tonight
Hopefully many reading
Their own verse
Or found treasures
What sweeter way
To while away a winter's night
Than gentle people
Reading gentle sonnets
Among their like
Captain Word's Lament
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
The taffeta princess wants to take the hill
So we stomp forward to the crest
Why should we give our very lives
Take from the dark prince
Give it all to silken queen
We want a quiet field somewhere
With a gentle milking cow
A child to read our stories
A wife to kiss our ...
Tulle Princess
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
How now, what treachery is this
She's after the crown is she now
We'll see what crown she'll wear
When my well penned soldiers
Part her flowing hair
My kingdom
Princely estate of white
I shall not let you fall to some
Queen-seeming girl with
Naught but crowns and silken verse
To protect her from ...
Drinking Too Late
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Days disappear in pointless thrashing
When eyes burn with fatigue
But minds refuse to quench their search
So I sleep but do not rest
Waking to dreams of disemboweling
With a cracked fingernail
Know better than to drink so late
Or to try to sleep when it is done
Mozzies of Mangos
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Come little mango princess
Let me drink of that you are
Below the pretty lace and bows
Come little mango nurses
With your aprons and your capes
I want a red not in your crosses
Come too little swinging pirates
Don't spill it with your swords
I'll take it quick with gentle touch
I'll not ...
Of Mangos
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
The lush-ripe fruit
Flower gone to seed
Would have me eat her
Peeling back the leather skin
Avoiding those too-tender spots
Calling to me from her stall
I pick her up in fondest hope
Sometimes it's a rare treat
Perhaps most precious of them all
Feeling sticky juices spread
So sweet my mouth explodes
Wondering ...
Mike C. Fletcher, the VRPlumber, is a philosopher of design turned computer programmer based in Toronto, Canada. He works primarily in the Python programming language, and maintains a large number of Open Source software packages. You can reach him at: mcfletch@vrplumber.com.