PAD Day 29

Today's prompt from NaPoWriMo is to write a poem that uses at least five words or phrases from a foreign language, I took some liberties with this one and came up with what I think is a rather amusing commentary:

This is America, Buddy

So if you want to order real American food
in my diner, like pizza, crepes,
or frankfurters and sauerkraut,
you’d better speak English, capice?
Don’t be a schmuck and give me your lip –
we can go mano-a-mano any time.
So what if I’m gung ho about speaking the language?
If you don’t like it, c’est la vie.
And don’t forget, Friday’s Karaoke Night –
we’ll all be singing “Gangnam Style”.

The second prompt, from Poetic Asides, was to take a line from one of your April poems and make it the title of a new poem. I took it a step further and wrote a poem comprised of one line each from twenty of the poems I wrote this month (including the title). In other words, I wrote a "cento".  All are the original verbatim lines, too, except for one which I broke into two lines.

How Complex You Are

Okay,

I'll tell you unequivocally,

Nature: I love and hate you.

I'm dopey enough to tell you how I feel.

We've breezed through laughter,

slogged through tears,

promises, engagements, hearts,

casting aspersions, doubts, accusations

when you betrayed me. Still I held back rain.

Pessimism loves a vacuum.

The ants are in the peonies again.

Ghost-faced owl dives, curls talons.

Please keep your wrath at bay -

we can't let the dark possibles dictate us.

Sun plus warm equals melt -

then take a walk, admire daffodils.

Let's go on a holiday to the borderline.

Our bodies respond with madness,

like a town crier on Doomsday,

lips puffed beyond the natural,

with fireworks of purple.