Sharing Biscotti with Confucius

[Cate]

Sharing Biscotti with Confucius

Fortune cookie message,
"It's hard to eat biscotti
with a ball gag in your mouth".
Did Confucius even eat biscotti,
and when did coffee shops
start selling fortunes?

You've a star on your palm,
love lines that braid
under your fingers.

I ask for my coffee black
go back for cream.

We talk about your wife,
we talk about your girlfriend.
I'm lucky not to have fallen
for you. You wonder why
I always want to see your palm,
I wonder why I keep looking
for myself in your hand.

[Boss]

This is seamless.

I once knew a funny man who read palms, but I never went there.

But you never know.

I liked asking for black so you could go back, clever.

(What is biscotti?)

[Cate]

Thanks Adam - a biscotti is a hard cookie that's not to sweet, it's something you might eat with your coffee.

[Sideways]

Twice baked cookies
from the city of Prato,
My mum told me to put them on my plato
(she speak like that cos she come from Italy)
It’s a pitily
not even Plato can clear the confucius.

Read my Palmiers-
crisp, buttery, sweet.
In German they’re “Schweineohren” -
a rhyme for that, some feat.
Ask Leonard Cohen
if he is not too busy
Seeking one for orange

sincerely

Sue van Borange

[Cate]

In German they’re “Schweineohren” -
a rhyme for that, some feat.
Ask Leonard Cohen

there you go

"Read my Palmiers"

big swirly elephant ears
bigger then buddha’s
bigger then Leonard’s

I’m not sure what Plato would think
but Socrates would find it
a crunchy delight.

[Geoffrey]

(What is biscotti?)

i think it's just a snobbish word for biscuit, like some people say pommes frites (or 'french fries') for plain old chips.

[Cate]

well maybe it's a type of biscuit because it's dry but it's not plain, I think it's a cookie.

This is a biscotti

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This is a biscuit

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this biscuit is so desperate it actually had somebody write the word 'nice' on it, but it's not nice at all. It's dry, crumbly and virtually tasteless - never trust a cookie wannabe, even if they stick sugar on the top of themselves.

[Karren B]

"It's hard to eat biscotti
with a ball gag in your mouth".

That has to be the understatement of the century Cate! It did make me smile though…It could almost be the title of a Country and Western song.

You've a star on your palm,
love lines that braid
under your fingers.

I like these lines (pardon the pun), it made me take a good look at my palms, something I have never done, and the lines do twist and braid, they’re quite interesting really.

I wonder why I keep looking
for myself in your hand.

I often wonder why I wonder!

I think Confucius would have missed out on the biscotti as they didn’t come along until the 18th century.
xx

[Cate]

Thanks Karen

I like these lines (pardon the pun), it made me take a good look at my palms, something I have never done, and the lines do twist and braid, they’re quite interesting really.

It's good fun Karren - your heart line is the horizontal one that travels horizontally from under your pinky to under your index finger the twists and turns and breaks there might represent heart breaks. (here's a link to check out your lines http://palmreading.chineseastrologyonli ... g-Love.htm)

I think Confucius would have missed out on the biscotti as they didn’t come along until the 18th century.

ahhh see that's what I'm saying, I have my suspicions about the authenticity of some of these fortune cookie notes.

I liked asking for black so you could go back, clever.

I teased somebody who likes cream and sugar that ‘real’ poets drink their coffee black. I'm poking a bit of fun at myself there (not for the reader to pick up on) I've tried to drink it black thinking that I could learn to like it that way somehow impress people that I could like something so terrible tasting, but in the end I like cream and vanilla shoots. I lack true poetic dedication

[Sideways]

I would like to remind you, so-called "Cate" that this is not a cookery forum, or baking hangout. These pages are reserved for poets, preferably depressed ones. A number of your lines did not rhyme, a Cardinal sin indeed, which is hardly surprising as I have researched you and discovered you are a teenager from Cardina. I can't speak for everyone here but maybe you should only return when you have mastered rhyming.

ALWAYS Check your "poem", ensure it has the following rhythm

A
A
B
B


After a while you could try

A
B
A
B


The next thing to check is that the "poem" has an interesting subject. It should be about ironing boards preferably.

Forbidden subjects include

LOVE
SOUL
HEART
LIFE
CONFUCIUS
BISCUITS

In a random sample of 1 person the statistics show that 100% do not give a fuck about such topics

Good luck, see you in 2017 (the earliest, ok?)

PS always beware of "people" named Karren, Geoffrey and, particularly, Adam. These are not "people" of whom approve your Maiden Aunt would.

Sue

[Cate]

here I have something you might like with lots of rhyming, you should give it a try. try to pick a topic that I would like - mermaids/moons/tape/pigeons/earth, try to avoid any british slang and feel free to put my name at the bottom. This isn't for some kind of challenge that I think looks to hard or anything like that (could you please finish by ... I have to look at the deadline again but I'll let you know)

A trenta-sei consists of six (6) stanzas, each with six (6) lines, for a total of 36 lines in the entire poem (hence, the name of the form). The first stanza, to some degree, controls each of the stanzas that follows it, in this fashion: The second line of the first stanza becomes the first line of the second stanza, the third line of the first stanza becomes the first line of the third stanza, the fourth line of the first stanza becomes the first line of the fourth stanza, the fifth line of the first stanza becomes the first line of the fifth stanza, and the sixth line of the first stanza becomes the first line of the sixth stanza. In other words, the schematic looks like this:

Schematic: Repetition scheme:
123456
2xxxxx
3xxxxx
4xxxxx
5xxxxx
6xxxxx

The trenta-sei also has a rhyme scheme which is ababcc.

[Sideways]

It took me longer to understand the rhyming scheme than to write one. Timed at 7 minutes I will post only if Cate gives permission as it is not my usual genteel prose. It descended speedily into filth. Either today, going to bed soon, or tomorrow, getting out of bed yet again, I will post if Cate consents. Otherwise you really didn't miss much.


Sue

[Cate]

7 minutes - I'm already disgusted.

(let me go check)
(back)

I was nervous re content but my hats off to you - there's certainly crudity but lots of emotion that matches well with it. Maybe you're the type of writer that needs to get things out quick before you second think yourself (maybe I sometimes think to much)

I hope you post your poem, I though it was very good (it probably took longer for me to read it then for you to write it)

[Sideways]

MINUS 33

Tape me all my words and silent thought
stop me leaving and
bound to be distraught
shackled leg to shackled hand
freedom of movement lost
this is Freedom of Speech- the cost?

Stop me leaving and
you think you can tie a relationship together?
it's composed of sand
my going is when not whether
wave goodbye, shed a tear
exiled to the shed- you find me here

Bound to be distraught
just an act to make you repent-
you think I am the sort?
My feelings are on loan or lent,
only my insincerity is real
$5 an emotion is the deal


Shackled leg to shackled hand
chain mail sent en mass
turbation never banned
censorship is crass
fuck some sense
ory fice - tight and tense


Freedom of movement lost,
(popular reaction when dead)
body turned and tossed
res Erection from getting Head
transfer me to spirit from mind
gin and vodka cum from behind


This is Freedom of Speech - the cost?
Inflicted rudery.
Innocence lost,
abandoned prudery.
Eternal, fleeting, inconsequential, nought.
Disciplined sobriety? I ain't that sort.

[Karren B]

7 minutes WOW!

I took me over an hour to understand the scheme (even now I'm still not sure). It took me a lot longer than 7 minutes to write mine...and I don't think I'll bother posting it...way out of my comfort zone with this one.

Great piece of poetry!