Magpie#43 ~~~The Back Door Bakery

The backyard stage door stood still
like a barn door, a mouth somewhat opened and agap
just hung there becoming somewhat unhinged
a silent screen door, a silent scream
as how could things be fair for the door?
"Who will taste my master's wares?"
as all were so patiently
awaiting fresh strawberry tarts
and ingenues anticipating sweet nectarines
as tender tangerine dreams already had once
and up mr. big beer-bellys alley's
often thought a fat-man's bluff ~ not today!
as an open door all walked in through the out door
and into the rough and ready
and into the polished nd pretty
Party Time!

first at the starting gate was Mama's short-bread
all butter recipe as light as a feather
all-purpose flour rose yeastfully to the ocassion
as icing sugar shifted to a fine dust
gingerbread houses stood the test of time
with jelly-beans, gum drops and sugar plums
pasted the glazed-covered marzipan hands
candied fruitcake pans all rolled and brand new aglow

At Ann McColls the fresh-linen
glistening snow flake and diamond aprons
fresh favours, colours and scents all in a row
cake tins clang little tiny bells on every steeple and shelf
little rolled circles of rum-soaked balls
cute cookie cutters stacked
doe a deer. a snowman, a shiny stra as well as
everything that's ever been imagined at least once!

Soon the crowds pushed forward to enter
paparrazi preferred rolled cheeze panzarotti
to deep-dish pepperoni pizzas on Pisa pieplates
the Chocolate Chip Toll House Opened today
Emailed the Smell of cinnamon buns abaking
wafting on the hallowed air of the kitchen air
Say Cheesecake to die for ~ have you tried it?
five layered chocolate gateau
fresh pastry abound petite fours
crepe suzettes stuffed with lemon zest

Mrs. T's sampled fair trade squares
one a penny two a penny hot cross buns!
give me a penny youll not have any
give me a quarter you'll get mortar
give me a dollar you'll go farther!

all homemade and better than that
try one you'll cry for more
try two you'll cry for four!
try them all you'll run for the door

young faces beam bright through
steam-covered windows
children's for want ply
wanton looks for mocha covered wontons

pioneer ginger snaps slow as molasses
plum pudding stews made many months ago
in Captain January blizzards with Buddy and Shirley
cookies neatly lined up by the dozens
fresh from the oven; what a treat!
muffins baking til fully brimming
their tops suddenly burst the beam
like bulging bellies
pants five sizes too small
caused quite a frantic glance
as all were entranced at the bakery entrance

warm oatmeal and raisin cookies batter
just got to try it
what's the matter?
milk and eggs and flour
basic to fancy is pretty dandy!
make mine a double homemade batch
cookies are ready when just hot enough to touch
as we know how these cookies warm the cockles of the heart
spring-form pans burst forth as the top flipflops
upside down angel cake so top shelf

found all this food the saints edifying edibles
divinities egg-white and nice and light
ambrosia salad heaven can wait!
bring your friends and an appetite
at this time of year there's always much hype
comfort and joy strewn far and wide
with so much love grows true bliss outed bars
Nanaimo stacked to the crafted log cabin rafters
as wind swept snows swirls around ankles jingle
barefoot in the kitchen a pregnant pause that refreshes
with a fresh cinnamon bun in the oven
watching who's who at Tim Hortons?

These enticing icing is a celebratory times
four famous bakers
make merry memories in the millions
such as that which makes whatnots come to life
making chocolate bark
yule logs all lined up on parchment

so many kind of tiny cupcakes
with silver sparkles and golden apples
all ready to find a rolly-poly jolly belly
to curl up in a cozy corner with hot cocoa avec marshmallow
coke floats takes you back home to those good old days

the home fires burn with an inner warmth
stoke the fires of winter desires
as soon as the stroke of midnight appears
magical fragrant oils of
peppermint sticks in ice cream

as red wool suit waits and melts
in a pool of egg nog and nutmeg
dangling candy canes in every corner
multi-coloured seasonalcandy convections

with nuts and nutcrackers of every known kind
large wooden bowls brimming over
clickity clack clickity clack
the first prancing hooves heard on glacee slick
golden labs and licorice retrievers
lightly stroked by big white mitts
stroked and told good boy go get a tidbit


dong't mind us
we're always happily imbibing,
egg-nogged and carolling
wide-eyed, bushy-tail wagging
similarily creatures waiting to catch a glimpse
of all the goodies, far and wide I know how hard
squirrels work to pack their booty stock


apple, cherry and blueberry pies cooling nicely
on the back rack by the window neighbours drooling
as my marachino cherry floats atop blended and whipped creme
delicious toasted coconut drops browned just so
Morning scented drift says wake up and smell the fresh perked coffee

It's a new day to rise n shine
as a slow-drip brews a quickly liveliness
the loveliness of a brand new morning
Wakey Wakey
It's time for eggs and bacy!
bacon and eggs coffee and juice;

french toast and pancakes with real Canadian maple syrup
as last nights brunch it was gluttony too much a pig-out
hoping to bring a bit of a punch to those in need
as guilt builds with each charitalbe commercial
malted milks and frothy lattes may shake again
stay calm the nerves that make the desires rage

to pack a punch and drive home a drunk as a designated driver
as everyone raves so uncontrollable these seasonal cravings
this party central
as I hear someone dunk an almond biscotti
i hear the backdoor slam and cry
"why wasnt I invited?"
by the many passerbys who wandered by
fellow wanderlust of frosting and lightly dusted
Would anyone come to release
The baby it's cold outside
from the baby it's too hot inside?
The Door Bellowed watch out below
I'm coming in!

jj

~~~Emily Dickinson~~~Poem-A-Day~~"I keep my pledge" 45/1775

I keep my pledge by Emily Dickinson

I keep my pledge.
I was not called —
Death did not notice me.
I bring my Rose.
I plight again,
By every sainted Bee —
By Daisy called from hillside —
by Bobolink from lane.
Blossom and I —
Her oath, and mine —
Will surely come again.

Emily Dickinson does indeed keep her pledge in "I keep my pledge". Emily is in fact assured of her promise to herself "life and I".

Life is a rose to Emily. As a metaphor the Rose certainly acts in ways that show it's life cycle and Emily feels that her "Blossom" her life is ready when she will "surely come again".

Emily in this poem is disputing the concept of death as a finality. Emily believes that there is more beyond all this life, this "Blossom", such as

By every sainted Bee —
By Daisy called from hillside —
by Bobolink from lane.

Emily is assured life will continue after life, that death is an illusion. Whether or not this is a credo of the Transcendentalists will be determined at a latter time, for now, we exactly Emily's feelings about the topic of life, Emily and death. The oath, is her faith in the world beyond this, and she has pledged her soul to it's reality, even though it is not a world that allows for the expression of all senses, but of hidden senses that may only be pledged by faith of conviction.

The familiar bird, the "bobolink" has inhabited Emily's poems before as a metaphor of all that is life in her surroundings in the Amherst, MA area. The "sainted Bee" symbolically represents to Emily the buzzing sound beyond life's gateway. The "Daisy" a perrential favourite of Emily's shows life's renewal. Emily's specific symbolism is personal and reflects her own personal philosophic beliefs.

Emily does, indeed, believe in an afterlife.

Chiccoreal's Exclusive and Executive Board Room Drawings on the Poems of Miss Emily Dickinson's "I keep My Pledge"

Solemn Oath ~ To Life

To Life
For Life
Always LIfe
None shall get in the way
of this spirit of life
of this spirit of love
of this spirit Eternal
to renew the Blossom'd Rose
to renew the Chickadee's Flight
to renew the Daisy's Chain
All these things that have meant so much
Will continue to be
Forevermore

jj

Magpie#42 ~~~~~~The Case of The Trophy~~~~~

Keeper's Cup Number Five

Treasures
buried deep
in backroom
and
Cerebellum's Corpus Collosum
Column'd Stood Upright
For Old Time's Sake
Those Mighty Left
Indelible
Untouchable
Idolatries
like Parisian Toiletries
so easily flushed by present
pavers to make room allowances
for returned renewals
leftover makeovers
residual renumeration
somethings borrowed
somethings never new
somethings always blue
who knew?

Footlockers on the Precipice
Winged Nike's Bestowed Gift
Singed Mercury's ankle feathers
Cloaked by Blue Star Dust
Magic Memories
and Faded Washed-up Dreams

A Quick Take
The Cup
Antiques Dealers
Call Out
Hold up the Card
the numbers connected
Soon the once unowned
Won again by me
The Cup
Auctioned Off
to me
again

These Quaint
and Patina'd
Touched Once
For Prosperity's Sake
This Silvered Orb
All These Thoughts Brought
Bounty to Mount
On Eagle's Wings
The Bounty Bought
Flying on
long wrought
others sought
mine own lessons taught
I've Won Again
This Artifact
A fact
I'm alive again
Eternal Forces
hold onto the prize
once more

As Synapses Gapless
Fired Etchings
in the Fiery Furnace
on the distant star
Ancestral DNA mitochondria
Caved in boxed in Walls
basic chemistry
the iron works
The Cup
as combined energies
interact
dance away the night
moon and sun
return to the very spot
imprint on the acid-free paper
with lightening speed

Pivotal Moments
Mnemonics Muses Recall
Trumpets Blast Triumphant
Bring Forth Cornucopia
those whose once lived lives
unlied
untied
undied
The Eternal Internalized

Up Front and Centre
Intensity Imprinted on the Mundane
Left a Mark on The Back Wall
Heroic Efforts to Recall
Yesterdays Yearnings
Afterthoughts Murmurings
Mirror;d Images
on the Spiral Staircase
Cambridge or Oxford
Harvard or Yale
The Man Made The Grade

Earning Alumunus Cup
Forefathers Stood
Toe to Toe
Like Dominoes
Lined Up
Against The Many
Within The Few
The Trophy Case
is Now within
all of US

jj

~~~Magpie 41~~~"Imposing"

Imposing

The sun set on our designs
While Eternity stages
other event horizons

jj

~~~Magpie 40~~~Modern Day Alchemy

Modern Day Alchemy

Changing Monkeys into Men
and Men into Monkeys
Would you know the differences?
As all these Differences and preferences soon blur
into indifference and nonpreferential treatment
Orange Dream Sicle
long lost years past tomorrow
in the funny handle bars of my old bike
the rear view being you
the only view from here
on the passenger side
you keep quipping deep quotes
from deep throat
throttle up!
displayed on the banana seat
baseball cards make me sound
like I'm travelling much faster
through hyperventilated holes
corrugated space collapsing
like a house of cards
with friction the alchemic action
like pistons that pop
and a form of fiction the poison
the old monkey paw
what causes this interplay?
lets let fantasy always get in the way?
we don our monkey suits everyday
who's to say who's the monkey
who's the man?
to all those waiting patiently for a ride
patently awaiting the ladies in patent leather
the throne of all temporal power
now splayed like a dissected specimen
She
is "Open"
latent or not
all ripped up
you had a ride
didn't you?
"Be a good little monkey!"
Chimes the organ grinder


jj

Magpie #39 ~~Cockle-Doodle Don't!~~

today the day we bid goodbye
old rooster would certainly die
fate sealed signed and delivered
mad cook round' the corner with axe
shining drool on corner of mouth
wild with lustful desire uncouth
one fell swoop the act went south
flew far back to the chopping racks

quick like a shot the lucky bird flew
looking back in anger not bird stew
out the door Rooster never look back!
soon he found a new place to dwell
in a tree of a neighbour's place
Rooster had been treated most hard
age made old birdy boy mostly lard
hope plus hope to find a new yard
no one noted his sad, lonely face

All would be great save for rooster
he missed his wife and old sooster
he did think things could get better
keep friends and family to boot
waiting on him hand and foot
never having to breath chimney soot
rather on golden eggs he stood
Retirement to a "T" letter

As the days quickened and died like curd
roosters woeful and distant song heard
faded, worn cockledoo ditty
not worth the bother thought the cook
if all else fails he'd choke n' shook
then shakenbake all would have took
nobody's gonna make me a rook
for rooster's "doo" more's the pity

jj

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~~~Poem a Day~~~There's something quieter than sleep 45/1775

picture is a depiction of Georgics Book III, Shepherd with Flocks, Vatican


There's something quieter than sleep by Emily Dickinson

There's something quieter than sleep
Within this inner room!
It wears a sprig upon its breast —
And will not tell its name.

Some touch it, and some kiss it —
Some chafe its idle hand —
It has a simple gravity
I do not understand!

I would not weep if I were they —
How rude in one to sob!
Might scare the quiet fairy
Back to her native wood!

While simple-hearted neighbors
Chat of the "Early dead" —
We — prone to periphrasis
Remark that Birds have fled!

Emily Dickinson

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/There%27s_something_quieter_than_sleep

Dear friends of Emily Dickinson; to be honest; this is a very complicated poem in the fact that the word "periphrasis" refers to detailed grammatic syntax.
Aside from complex allusion by Miss Emily to such a "heady" concept, we can define "periphrasis" simply for economy. The term "periphrasis" can be simply defined as;

periphrasis, from periphrazein "speak in a roundabout way," from peri- "round about" (see peri-) + phrazein "to express. circumlocutio; a loan-translation of Gk. periphrasis) "speaking around" (the topic), from circum- "around". — “Online Etymology Dictionary”, etymonline.com
http://wordsdomination.com/periphrasis.html

Throughout the many poems read to date, noted is the use of "periphrasis" or roundabout discussion of certain subject matter. Here, Miss Emily is hedging (as she is so wont to do) about her own literary style. Being "non-direct" in regards to subject matter is a way of creating an atmosphere of illusion typical of 18 century pastoral poets who's use of periphrasis is artful.

What exactly in Miss Emily referencing in her didactic periphrasis? Certain evident would be the "hand of death" a prevalent theme in Emily's work, and in the very nature of her mid-eighteenth hundreds, the 19th century fare.

"Some chafe its idle hand —"

There is undoubtedly a morbidity in this concept of periphrasis, sounding like a form of deliberate paralysis of the straight-forward intent. There is a dreamy sense here, a feeling that there is indeed

"something quieter than sleep"

What would be quieter than sleep? Perhaps death? I would definitely adhere to this analysis.

Anyway you deduce the meaning here and the mysterious and esoteric;

"sprig upon its breast"

Death is undeniably the periphrasic word and method here. Death as a metaphor to something unspoken, kept silent but ever present and ever vigilant; trying aptly to
become much more than a passing fancy or "sprig" one wears in grief for the newly departed.

"While simple-hearted neighbors
Chat of the "Early dead" —"

Unusual phrase here "Early dead" and why is it "quoted"? Must be a famous line from a eighteenth century poet or writer of which I can only guess; Edgar Alan Poe? No, he was in the eighteen hundreds! Here, I'll research "Pastoral Poets - 18th Century" Here is the Wikipedia definition;

Pastoral literature began with the poetry of the Hellenistic Greek Theocritus, several of whose Idylls are set in the countryside (probably reflecting the landscape of the island of Cos where the poet lived) and involve dialogues between herdsmen.[2] Theocritus may have drawn on authentic folk traditions of Sicilian shepherds. He wrote in the Doric dialect but the metre he chose was the dactylic hexameter associated with the most prestigious form of Greek poetry, epic. This blend of simplicity and sophistication would play a major part in later pastoral verse. Theocritus was imitated by the Greek poets Bion and Moschus. The Roman poet Virgil adapted the genre into Latin with his highly influential Eclogues. Virgil presented a more idealised vision of rural life than Theocritus and was the first to set his poems in Arcadia, the favourite location of subsequent pastoral literature. He also included elements of political allegory.[3]

Italian poets revived the pastoral from the 14th century onwards, first in Latin (examples include works by Petrarch, Pontano and Mantuan) then in the Italian vernacular (Boiardo). The fashion for pastoral spread throughout Renaissance Europe. In Spain, Garcilaso de la Vega was an important pioneer and his motifs find themselves renewed in the 20th Century Spanish language poet Giannina Braschi. Leading French pastoral poets include Marot and Ronsard.

The first pastorals in English were the Eclogues (c.1515) of Alexander Barclay, which were heavily influenced by Mantuan. A landmark in English pastoral poetry was Spenser’s The Shepheardes Calender, first published in 1579. Spenser's work consists of twelve eclogues, one for each month of the year, and is written in dialect. It contains elegies, fables and a discussion of the role of poetry in contemporary England. Spenser and his friends appear under various pseudonyms (Spenser himself is "Colin Clout"). Spenser's example was imitated by such poets as Michael Drayton (Idea, The Shepherd's Garland) and William Browne (Britannia's Pastorals). The most famous pastoral elegy in English is John Milton's Lycidas (1637), written on the death of Edward King, a fellow student at Cambridge University. Milton used the form both to explore his vocation as a writer and to attack what he saw as the abuses of the Church. The formal pastoral in English died out in the 18th century, one of the last notable examples being Alexander Pope's Pastorals (1709). The form was parodied by writers such as John Gay (in his Shepherd's Week), criticised for its artificiality by Doctor Johnson and attacked for its lack of realism by George Crabbe, who attempted to give a true picture of rural life in his poem The Village (1783). Pastoral nevertheless survived as a mood rather than a genre, as can be seen from such works as Matthew Arnold's Thyrsis (1867), a lament on the death of his fellow poet Arthur Hugh Clough.

[edit] Pastoral romances
Italian writers invented a new genre, the pastoral romance, which mixed pastoral poems with a fictional narrative in prose. Although there was no classical precedent for the form, it drew some inspiration from ancient Greek novels set in the countryside, such as Daphnis and Chloe . The most influential Italian example of the form was Sannazzaro's Arcadia (1504). The vogue for the pastoral romance spread throughout Europe producing such notable works as Montemayor's Diana (1559) in Spain, Sir Philip Sidney's Arcadia (1590) in England, and Honoré d'Urfé's Astrée (1607–27) in France.

[edit] Pastoral plays
Pastoral drama also emerged in Renaissance Italy. Again, there was little Classical precedent, with the possible exception of Greek satyr plays. Poliziano's Orfeo (1480) shows the beginnings of the new form, but it reached its zenith in the late 16th century with Tasso's Aminta (1573), Isabella Andreini's Mirtilla (1588), and Guarini's Il pastor fido (1590). John Lyly's Endimion (1579) brought the Italian-style pastoral play to England. John Fletcher's The Faithful Shepherdess, Ben Jonson's The Sad Shepherd and Sidney's The Lady of May are later examples. Some of Shakespeare's plays contain pastoral elements, most notably As You Like It (whose plot was derived from Thomas Lodge's pastoral romance Rosalynde) and The Winter's Tale, of which Act 4 Scene 4 is a lengthy pastoral digression.

[edit] Pastoral music
Theocritus's Idylls include strophic songs and musical laments, and, as in Homer, his shepherds often play the syrinx, or Pan flute, considered a quintessentially pastoral instrument. Virgil's Eclogues were performed as sung mime in the 1st century, and there is evidence of the pastoral song as a legitimate genre of classical times.

The pastoral genre was a significant influence in the development of opera. After settings of pastoral poetry in the pastourelle genre by the troubadours, Italian poets and composers became increasingly drawn to the pastoral. Musical settings of pastoral poetry became increasingly common in first polyphonic and then monodic madrigals: these later led to the cantata and the serenata, in which pastoral themes remained on a consistent basis. Partial musical settings of Giovanni Battista Guarini's Il pastor fido were highly popular: the texts of over 500 madrigals were taken from this one play alone. Tasso's Aminta was also a favourite. As opera developed, the dramatic pastoral came to the fore with such works as Jacopo Peri's Dafne and, most notably, Monteverdi's L'Orfeo. Pastoral opera remained popular throughout the 17th-century, and not just in Italy, as is shown by the French genre of pastorale héroïque, Englishman Henry Lawes's music for Milton's Comus (not to mention John Blow's Venus and Adonis), and Spanish zarzuela. At the same time, Italian and German composers developed a genre of vocal and instrumental pastorals, distinguished by certain stylistic features, associated with Christmas Eve.

The pastoral, and parodies of the pastoral, continued to play an important role in musical history throughout the 18th and 19th centuries. John Gay may have satirized the pastoral in The Beggar's Opera, but also wrote an entirely sincere libretto for Handel's Acis and Galatea. Rousseau's Le Devin du village draws on pastoral roots, and Metastasio's libretto Il re pastore was set over 30 times, most famously by Mozart. Rameau was an outstanding exponent of French pastoral opera.[4] Beethoven also wrote his famous Pastoral Symphony, avoiding his usual musical dynamism in favour of relatively slow rhythms. More concerned with psychology than description, he labelled the work "more the expression of feeling than [realistic] painting". The pastoral also appeared as a feature of grand opera, most particularly in Meyerbeer's operas: often composers would develop a pastoral-themed "oasis", usually in the centre of their work. Notable examples include the shepherd's "alte Weise" from Wagner's Tristan und Isolde, or the pastoral ballet occupying the middle of Tchaikovsky's The Queen of Spades. The 20th-century continued to bring new pastoral interpretations, particularly in ballet, such as Ravel's Daphis and Chloe, Nijinsky's use of Debussy's Prélude à l'après-midi d'un faune, and Stravinsky's Le sacre du printemps and Les Noces.[5]

The Pastorale is a form of Italian folk song still played in the regions of Southern Italy where the zampogna continues to thrive. They generally sound like a slowed down version of a tarantella, as they encompass many of the same melodic phrases. The pastorale on the zampogna can be played by a solo zampogna player, or in some regions can be accompanied by the piffero (also commonly called a ciaramella, pipita, or bifera), which is a primitive key-less double reed oboe type instrument.

[edit] Pastoral art
Idealised pastoral landscapes appear in Hellenistic and Roman wall paintings. Interest in the pastoral as a subject for art revived in Renaissance Italy, partly inspired by the descriptions of pictures Sannazzaro included in his Arcadia. The Fête champêtre (Pastoral Concert) attributed to Giorgione is perhaps the most famous painting in this style. Later, French artists were also attracted to the pastoral, notably Claude, Poussin (e.g. Et in Arcadia ego) and Watteau (in his Fêtes galantes).[6]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pastoral#Pastoral_poetry

Emily Dickinson was undoubtly influenced by the 18c Pastoral poets, and the early Greek poets at Amherst College. There would be an effort to research the entire cast of influences at this time. It is a start however! Confluence becomes complex for such seeming simplicity! Never underestimate a transcendentalist! They stay firmly rooted on terre firma against the many tides and sifted sands of infinite predecessors. Enjoy this one per your own intrepretation!

Chiccoreal's Animated End of A Tall Tale or Take Five for Fifty Periphrasis!

Silence is Golden; Fleeced and often flocked
never faked, never sought
knowing not what
whatever
we choose to forget
you'll find out soon enough
why wait til sprig?
cause i have a bad cause of periphrasis
and need to take a chill pill
to induce that heady sleep
known only when permanent lights
are OUT.
Peace knows no bounds then..
can you guess?

jane jones