Best Crust Poems
like a chocolate crust pie
is the flat-topped ridge
of a nearby large mountain
Topping mountain pie
as far as the eye can see . . .
luscious raspberry pink sky
high white coalescing clouds
trim the twilight’s slice of sky . . .
dollops of whipped cream
Dec. 12,2022
For the Triple New Charlieku Poetry Contest of Charles Messina
7/5/7, 5/7/7, 7/7/5 (checked by Howmanysyllables.com)
My boyfriend (Peter) and I went down to New Haven Harbor today.
Let’s face it, we’re surrounded by oceans,
and most of them are downright inhospitable.
I live near the ocean, (pointing) it’s right over there.
I love the ocean, tripping over whenever I’ve time to spare.
The way I’m fawning over it, you’d think I know it well.
But I really only love its edges and undulating swells.
It’s like a book that I’ve judged by its cover,
a beautiful stranger taken as a lover,
or a pie when I’ve only tasted the crust.
I love something, I suppose, I’ve barely even touched.
Peter says that black, inky “outer-space” is a low-viscosity liquid,
another, even vaster ocean that’s more dangerous and rarely visited.
The air that we breathe is an ocean - our own, vast, atmosphere -
in it swim creatures too small to see, but to the naked eye it looks clear.
It flows, eddies and swells - birds swoop in it so you can tell.
Of course, the ocean has issues - it's hardly news - corrosion, erosion, sharks
and drowning - and the way the ocean lets the moon and air push it around.
What I love most is its motion, and how it reflects the sun and the moon.
Did I mention that hanging-out by the ocean makes for a pleasant afternoon?
brittle
ice crust forms
old snow
Microscopic, so to speak
A spec upon a grain
A world adrift in endless space
Until it's star should wane
and then again, will all be dust?
Is escape an impossible dream?
To venture beyond this cosmic crust.
Is forever as close as it seems?
Eternally caught in a silky web
The fabric of space and time
Peering out to systems beyond
But too many steps to climb.
Eye control darkness
Standing in creek consciousness
Eye pain portal
Me maladjusted myalgia
Hyposyncratic virilence
It tick, me tick
Bit me
Me sick
Loads shells, no click
Arabic apotheosis shrouded in defamation
Famine lives thru sublimation
Disgorge over the stern of the barge
Decrepid canal lazes with crude afterbirth
Charged with aborted sludge
Stripping the last shreds of life from the shopping carts that pose on the bottom
Fist-nose, lymphnodes spliced with tar
Near here the fear steers clear from afar
The fetid bargeman stalks the scape defiled
Drapes his rape on the nape of the last paedophile.
A part of the upper crust of society
I certainly have never been
Methinks “down to earth” more accurately
Describes this old *****sapien
No airs, no talking big, no flamboyant flair
Just little old simple me
Now that word “simple” can be misleading
I don't think I've ever been considered simple
In terms of brain power
But at the other end of the scale
Certainly never classified myself a genius either
Somewhere in the middle... an average joe
This is my comfort zone
In my teen years, I floundered around
Wondering what life had in store for me
Until I realized I had a flair for creativity
And in particular “graphic design”
I have never ever regretted my decision
To head off in that direction
In fact, at 79, I'm still active to a small degree
With a show of hands...
How many of you enjoyed your chosen profession
To the degree that you never wanted to retire
Let's see, one, two, three... oh and another!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Creation’s Crust
Performing - a chorus line – life dancing
the golden haired seductress saunters past
temptress – pheromonally enhancing –
sweet aura that descends as breezes pass,
the innate scent of instinct’s net is cast.
Mock battles that decide a species fate
feathered prance seeking egos to deflate
survival of the fittest will ensure
that seasons are fulfilled and then abate -
the struggle of creation thus endure.
John G. Lawless
1/12/2015
//dizain//
Children of the upper crust
upon the earth...........
that must be us!
They draw a circle on the ground,
so they can dance the moon around,
and then they draw another one,
so they can promenade the sun.
Put lightning bugs in mason jars,
so they can twinkle like the stars.
Why do you always come around
to moralize and fuss and frown?
"Because I have no inner child
I'm just a parent,always riled,
When I see children having fun,"
But it's party time the work is done!
They made a barrel full of tea,
with jujubes for you and me.
They even brought a phonograph
the wind up kind to make you laugh.
but you have never laughed out loud,
you wear your silence like a shroud
a shroud of pure maturity
no inner child could hope to free.
But there's a tickle potion dear,
I think they put it in your ear.
It takes you back to one or two,
when someone stole the child from you.
So don't look now ,but you may find,
the little girl inside your mind.
So many times I wonder
Why people fight over trivial matters
Is it because they need to be focused? or
Is it because they need to be believed?
Is this called the Egotism
Which makes everybody unhappy?
People spend all their precious time
Searching to be happy
Spend fortunes going from place to place
By land, by sea, by air and
Sometimes to outer space by rockets
Searching for a place to be happier
Sometimes I wonder how
People have least possession
Seems much happier than
The people with things plentiful
I wonder for example
The vagabonds who is here today
May not be there, tomorrow morning,
Are merrier than the people with possession
They dance, they sing
In rainy, sunny or windy day
If they can’t find food, eat a rat instead
Care less whatever comes their way tomorrow
Is it because they have shelled out
The thick crust of egotism we treasure so much,
Am I saying that we all should turn to
Someone, like a Vagabond?
Or am I asking how well we could be
Happier than what we are now?
What do we fight for?
Religion, cast, creed or power
Or for not having enough
We search, search, search…
Search for Love,
Search for fame,
Search for acceptance
War within ourselves
When can we stop this war?
Is Shelling the Crust the answer?
thawing frozen snow
winter’s vaporization ~
robin fiesta
crust crunchy
snowshoeing single file
against the grain
posted on August 8, 2018
simply started with a little smoke
then it grew into the daily toke
now every weekend lines of coke
you’re addicted and it aint no joke
so do your dust if you must
just because of empty lust
around your nose it is a bust
two rings of white snow crust
make a change put a plan in place
if you don’t you’ll fall from grace
on the floor flat on your face
what a waste such a disgrace
Snowdrops like candy, melting on tongues
Chilly air dancing, filling our lungs
An eagle overhead, feathers bound tight
Gray skies of winter, transpose into night
Men struggle and strive in the dark to survive
Warm summer's memories more dead than alive
A crust of stale bread, an ounce of thin gruel
Stave off for a moment hunger's specter so cruel
Pheasant egg in celery sauce
Pamesan custard
Suet crusted lamb pudding
Herby sage rosti
Apple and cider
Jelly tart
Smart !
you just can't resist freshly baked bread
at yeast I can't - crust me, I've tried!
it whispers - 'I know you loaf me
you know you knead me
you butter hurry up
crumb and get me!'