Best Chili Pepper Poems
to swim the abyss ...
dark depths of a sparkling gaze -
your coy, captive eyes
to touch electric ...
my fingers find warm welcome -
your dermal landscape
to kiss hot and sweet ...
tender chili pepper lips -
your fiery flavor
to savor and sip ...
the places hushed and hidden -
your nectar, luscious
to imbibe you whole ...
honeyed, sour, tangy, and tart -
your wine ... drunkens me.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Best Haiku Ever Old Or New" Poetry Contest, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 10th Place ~ in the "Multiple Haikus" Poetry Contest, Jamie Pan, Judge & Sponsor.
Spirit child
Spirit wild
Motor mouth sprinting for miles
Been here rhyme spitting for awhile
Practicing my free form graffiti style
Scorching chili pepper temperatures
Never white people mild
I'm constantly told to wipe my stoner smile
Multitasking talents
Managing mental fragments
Juggling social judgments
I feel awkward in this skin
I'm working out to make
Some slender adjustments
Slap her on the rump
Because that behind is delicious
Delectable dish of nakedness
The hand print is then smacked with a kiss
Oh, such captivating concupiscence ...
I am lost to your thrall, your virtue's vassal
You are the perfect impish angel - raw sensuality, incarnate
You are hunger, insatiable and wry, and I your food
I watch you speak, breathe, speak ... phrases matter not
Chili pepper lips part to tempt me, as if in slow-motion
Plump, dewy, spicy-smooth, and salacious - fun-fruits, ripened
Unblemished sugar-cube teeth nip your lower lip and hold it
Mouth corners turn haltingly up in a vexing smile
Eyes sparkling, mischievous, coy, demure
Tugging like a lost puppy at my heart, spirit
Core, attending and rapt ... close, closer, closer still
Your eyes close, (mine stay open - I want to watch, NEED to)
Adoringly, I place a bent index under your mink-soft chin
Gently pull it up to mine ... the chilis part further
You release your sexy nip on them, mouth slowly opening
To the dance of a sweet, pink, bubble-gum quarry inside
It seeks mine out even before our mouths meet
Licks my lips as if ice cream, and they part to taste you
Tenderly, as if unknown, your soft blond tresses fall between
Mixing in our nectarous and esurient feast
Is there any candy yet as sweet ... as compelling and sublime??
Were it not for the life-sustaining needs of the human condition
Or the requirements of responsibility and motivation
I would lose myself - us - forever, in your clasp
In the exquisite, licentious, pure, and carnal enchantment
Of your consummate and delicious mouth
Locked away in the round-tower of your appetites
Slave to the flawless ecstasy that we create ...
With our love ... with our kiss.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Love Poems for Her (That Special Romantic Interest) Cash Prize" Poetry Contest, Team Poetry Soup, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Slave To Love" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
The concert had been perfect ...
Chaka and Al Jarreau on the grass at Foxwoods
A dry and warm July evening
Sleepy full moon peeking up over the horizon
(As if checking to make sure the jealous sun had set)
Then rising ever-so-cautiously
Like a gold doubloon tossed in slow-motion
We drove to Prospect Park and climbed the hill with a blanket
Laying it out when we reached the top
Then sitting down to watch the lights of Boston
There was a tangible magic in the air
One of those nights when something grand speaks to your deepest being
Telling you that for this rare and precious moment
(A moment that could stretch to forever)
All was right in the Universe, and nothing would or could go wrong
Thirty years ago, yet I remember every detail
The way her fingers filled the spaces in mine as we ran up the hill
The scent of her Je Reviens perfume
Mixing with the aroma of newly-mown grass
The exquisite silkiness of her tan Taiwanese skin
Her raven hair hanging around her face like a dark halo
Spicy, luscious chili pepper lips tugging mine
Quiet but intense little sighs of pleasure and encouragement
And her eyes ... oh her eyes, like cool-and-glassy mountain pools at night
The distant lights of the city shimmering softly within
Swimming in the dreamy depths of her gaze
Like the fireflies that swam in the air around us
Telling me all I needed to know, all the things her body spoke to me
The soul-deep-and-sexy things that my body answered ...
Sweet ... vulnerable ... delirious.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Completely Your Choice (33) Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Verses Of Metaphors II" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Judge & Sponsor.
""Entirely you know
I cannot change
the whole of the
World all on my
own." -
"Or can I?"
"I mean whom
better to start
with?""
""Yes, finding I
am; Humility
raises no
defense
or real
doubt for-
nor rouses
up no great
fear against -
one better yet
yes offers no
consequence."
to anyone, thing;
"freely bow's down;
in only direct
reflection to
itself.""
"So yes rather than
win can you lose be
rather wrong than right -
surrender everything keep
stirring the pot friend yes not
let the beans burn." -
"Yeah ha Ha ho yo oh yes don't you
know how hard out of my way I'd be
sure to go just to avoid that?""
""I am so-curious; "Brilliant!" everything
is used for something, so to Grace I lend
a knee; heart, open mind hand."" -
"Some barter's made yes some sold are
bought and sold and re-bought again and
again. entirely" -
""Heaven knows I have bought that Farm
before; sold a lot of priceless - valuables in
my time I cannot ever wage enough
collateral to buy back."
"My very soul included, Ex-Wife Life -
Children, yeah I tell you I sold it all, yes, my
entire family."" - "Vivid" fond their memory's"-
But I would not change a thing, if I had to
do it all again. ""Yes time and time again;
Because I wouldn't be the man I am today
if it were not for all of the mistakes;
lessons learned, of my past.
"But you know I know I could never-barter
with God for any true faith in my own
security." -
No no I cannot bargain with Him, to reach
a place, vision as Blissful Peaceful; Pure;
as that;
"HEAVEN!"
""So to fill a weary soul, He taught
me, a bowl of Copperhead soup."
"Well I tell you now friend sure
makes for a fine; cleansing-dish.""
""With white-wine salad lemon
pepper chard finger size
copperhead steak patty's on
the side -
"Lima beans -
fresh milk cornbread
yeah they all provide
a quick cooling, for
a real real;
spicy kick ... !""
I met a pretty queen
whose eyes sparkled like
the diamonds of Sierra Leone
whose lips as red and hot
as chili pepper
whose cheeks charmingly dark
as the night skies
whose hair as smooth as
the silks of the merchants of Persia
and her palms as soft and versatile
as the clays of the garden of eden
she bears breast, ripen breast
meant for only kings
her shape like the
curves of the mighty Limpopo
her legs like the cedars of Lebanon
the sound of her footsteps like
the rhythms of the xylophone
But though i am a professional artist
no amount of paint and textures can portray
a full portrait of the queen of my dreams.
Uniform bravery blue
checked out
before the stroke of midnight
Just as my black butt inadvertently ran into
a bullet fired by
the nervous trigger finger of officer Fife
But in the court of law,
my ebony word didn’t stand a snowball chance
Some tin star shady Hades testimony
foiled my justice remedy
As sheriff Andy backed up the diablo story
of his inept, scared deputy
Got me copping a Mexican attitude —
caliente habanaro angry
A fire’s burning in my belly
in the little border city of Socorro,
a desert Mayberry
There’s a lot of gaucho gun runners
tequila riding
from Lone star true south of Rio Grande
And plenty of drug cartel mules
24-wheeler hiding,
rolling north on a bandito stretch of highway
Uniform cowardly blue
didn’t prevent them from coming thru
The small town law no stop that muerte contraband,
pistoleros riding dirty in unmarked vans
Instead they profile halt citizen law-abiding me:
got a false resisting arrest ticket,
and a hands-in-the-air protest fine
Was shown bottom of the boot asphalt authority,
kicked-to-the-curb bullet in the behind
They flashed their sirens on me
for cruising slow Mustang mestizo
Got me copping a Cozumel attitude —
fuego jalapeno Zorro
And my homeboy legal amigos
are stoking spicy sombrero lingo
Pursuant to a civil lawsuit for police brutality,
a hot lead chili pepper plaintiff plea
is the Santa Ana path I choose to bleed
I have become a fat chair potato
It would be nice to be a tomato
Maybe a chili pepper hot
Or habanero wrought
Anything else to end this trapped woe
Written: 03/17/2023
Habanero pepper has 100,000 to 350,000 Scoville Heat Units.
RISE AND FALL
his eyes undress hers
slowly
timid lashes
lower
her face a cherub-red
chili pepper
a skinny strap slides
off her shoulder
revealing snow-white skin
wedding vows allow this night
flickers candlelight
of passion
this tempest shall not pass
this way again
with scoring waves
lapping over silken sheets
the roar of sweat & whispers
the peak
of everest intense
the depth of falling
into bliss
11/12/2017
On my way to work this morning,
Sandwiched between two perverts,
I opened my eyes to look beyond the sky;
Someday, I will be out of this bus!
Standing in an overloaded BRT is quite a challenge,
Different flavors of armpit odor diffused through the air;
From the rotten tomato to the concentrated ammonia and decomposing rat flavor,
Certainly someday, I will be out of this bus!
My wallet gives me hope..yes I’m saving...
Someday, I shall ride my own car,
And enjoy the warmth of its air-conditioned aura.
I shall cruise this whole city with joy in my heart,
Silently acknowledging passengers in the BRT.
As we approached the unfriendly atmosphere of Oyingbo market,
Polluted by chili pepper powder;
Passengers sneezed and coughed as they inhaled the air;
Simultaneously arguing about opening or closing the windows.
Everyone seemed confused;
I was more bothered about the phlegm from the old man that had dropped on my cheek!
Amidst all these, I still tried to wear a smile,
Yes, my fat wallet gives me hope.
I shall begin my driving classes in the coming year;
Certainly someday, I will be out of this bus!
Alas, we got to the bus stop.
Everyone pushed, squeezed, trampled upon, and cursed one another.
Everyone wanted to alight at the same time...
I waited in the now spacious vehicle of receding putridity;
Receding passengers I mean...
So I could alight in peace when the rush was over.
I checked to see that my dress wasn't too rumpled,
Lo and behold! My handbag was wide open.
?With trembling fingers, I delved into it...
Wallet had disappeared!!!
Sweet
Princess
sensual sass
oh virtue sublime
two perfect little bows
plump raspberries, fresh
tapered, moist lusciousness
wispy chili pepper spiciness pure
plucked in cool rain for love's intent
dew-dappled fruits of desire, inexorable.
Oh, like spinning the moon in your hands
there's naught but Luna's glinting your eyes
that can hold measure to those nectarous berries.
I shall consider it my honored duty, to so determine
to let the soft, deep adoration of my press to your own
be the only concern for which I shall offer my deft attention.
Oh, do not gods themselves aspire to such commitments, thus?
Your divine mouth is all I'll need for my own deliberate attainments ...
loose the moon from your tender grasp, for this moment is ours alone
its soft blue beams, the rill of romance that we swim together ... to drown.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Picture Prompt" Poetry Contest, Brenda Chiri, Judge & Sponsor.
THE BUHARI BROUHAHA
We were agog
excited, impatient, and in suspense
unknowingly ushering in the "gog of magog"
Oh! The mastery of his pretence!
Enmass, We obliged our franchise
Gulibly buying into their merchandise
here's my neighbours' drift, wise?
twill surfice me to do likewise
Where would the pendulum swing?
Would our "change' win?
We were on tenterhooks,
Fell for the tender looks.
on the edge of our seats,
"See as our Heart dey beat"
keen, anxious, and longing
We ignited the bombing.
The fanfare, the propaganda, the paparazzi
Ushering in the kamikazi
Much ado about "nothing"
The type that be hurting.
Buhari seems like a big deal,
Coming with a huge fill
but twas a bunch of baloney,
The chili pepper effect on peperoni
From the mists ...
Why are you here?
Half a world away, so not your volition
I did not lay down with thoughts of you
I did not lie here, eyes closed, waiting on your ghosts
Bent on nothing but you in the diaphanous moments before sleep
You were not even a wisp of meanderings
Yet, here you are, haunting me again
Strings of my heart wound tight
You, eager to pluck them without pity or prudence
Sapphire gaze, chiclet smile, chili pepper lips, linen skin
And the connection, unspoken, that made the ordinary so ... immaculate
Every hope, plan and capricious impulse, you commanded
And you do again, here, though you waste not a musing on me
It is not my wish to wake again to the reality of loss
Eyes crimped with phantom tears
Soul yearning, aching ... but I will
The foolish pawn for a memory
Hopeless and helpless
Decidedly damned ...
In dreams.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand No 660 Any Theme Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
vixen ...
it defies sense
that such fetid phrase
and coarse, careless curses
can drift so dourly from plump little bows
perfect, pouty, chili pepper lips
dripping with dangled prepositions
and dangerous propositions
so, love ... what wish?
what shiny champagne-notioned bauble
will twist that naughty purse
into a sweet, sassy ...
yes?
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Strand Pick 2, Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
These spicy banana peppers are hotter than hot.
My annoyed esophagus yells “Not! Not! Not! Not! Not! Not!”
They dance around and down my gullet from the crockpot.
Temperature there is turned up to about a thousand watt.
Some weird stranger asks me, “Is this what you brought?”
Jalapeno and banana peppers tangled in a dancing knot?
My overeager tummy is yelping and screaming a lot.
Acid reflex at my age is almost nightly fought!