Best Balsamic Poems

When the 
seaside sepulchre 
of a kingdom, 
without its queen, 
is smeared with 
screams of lighting, 
I wish to crackle
these slivers 
of silver shakle, 
and devour
that consoling 
taste of balsamic 
twilight, which 
drapes every 
ritual of woe with
maleficent vows. 

I wonder, if 
the thievery of...

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Oh Goddess Moon, you induce painters to paint,
the crazed to rave and poets to praise your grace.
How many love affairs have you helped to consummate?
With a woman’s many wiles, you change your shape.
How you beguile, yet never do you vacillate.
You stay your course and never...

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I smell something so beautiful!
Many different fragrances are drifting toward me.
So many sachets of poetry are prettily displayed.
Such visual delights!
I stoop to relish one - a citrus blend
with sweet anise and cinnamon.
Ah! How fun this poem is with its taste of licorice!

And here’s one that...

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Nestled with the glittering elements, 
I ponder the immortality of the senses—
my lucidity twirls,
as pirouetting flakes through
sapphire mist amidst cyanic windstorms, 
drifting like arctic embers, 
towards cerulean twilight skies, 
beyond frost covered pains, 
littered across glacial clouds that linger,
swirling upon an indigo iced cluster of...

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By morning, I could feel the first hints of warm air,
Relieved I took my bath and dressed for work.
There was no music in the block of flats,
But in my head rumbled a hundred old time songs 
That tantalized me into a stupor of great expectancy.

Down...

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Ethereal lanterns of our divine light in the sacred flame of our deep love, illuminating the sanctuary of our souls in sparkling nights of elysian bliss, the mergence of our spirits in the resplendency of our divinity, in the cathedral of our bones, my Venus.
Your...

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Amidst nocturnal blue naked confessions 
of our intertwined souls, hearing the 
mellifluous melody and symphony of 
our ocean, lulling our inner child’s deepest 
sapphire emotions in the depth of our 
sensitive corners—a blue ecstasy, like the 
turquoise crystalline waters, 
waltzing beneath the glowing moon, 
amidst...

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Mother nature oh! Rose of roses!
Mother of all flowers' and smell,
Ylang Ylang! You don't know what it causes!
An aphrodisiac turns you on like hell!

Sandalwood with its masculine warmth poses,
Rosemary clears the head, you can tell,
Peppermint purifies blocked noses,
Patchouli the meditative, it does sell,

Orange oil refreshing,...

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baked beetroot in balsamic
carrots with cummin
sizzling prawns in mayonaise
lettuce and radishes
cold rasberryade
Olive oli
Press!...

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Yellow chard stain index finger smears my logic puzzle,
Sour cream cilantro splatter quite the quaint “addition” 
juicy brain pump lemon zest solution that I guzzle,
number crunching sea salt a spur to intuition

Roasted sweet potato has me snapping at the grid
toting up those lettuce layer ...

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Ooh a scented grape graphic. Now that's wisdom. Contained a logical pattern in a juice cup. Heron haven heaping. Wisdomstic of a Judas flaw. Consealed in Sanskrit. Heavenly heaping cream on a very large bun. Wonderful balloon ride over the sea o'er the hills. Ride...

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To aid the celebration’s overindulgence
of snow and damp, sugar and fat,
serve a cornucopia of felicitous fiber
   and its vitamin rush—
whirligig of walnuts and crisp cranberries,
Honeycrisp apples and wild red strawberries,
spring mix sprinkled with balsamic and fig.

Give a fig* about your friendships and figure.
Strap...

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When I talk to my duncan 



Yes, when the harsh vagaries of life, 
Afflict me with despair , 
I need his words, 
His prayers, his outstretched hand ... 

In those days I only write and erase, 
When I did not concentrate on what I do;...

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The bing bang motor of a zoom car in motion is a crusted carcass frame. But ridden is getting quite giddy at altitudes over seventeen hundred feet. No air.Thin air. Must don a hydrocarbon mask then. Peel not a custard colour of skirt as it...

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The ghostly snows of my past
haunt me on worthless wintry days,
reminder of so many lost relationships,
suggestive memories of happier times. 

Yet fiendish demons haunt my present,
so many massive crosses must I bear
until, perchance, I can perhaps recapture
the long forgotten exuberances of olden years. 

But memories...

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