Best Dipped Poems
Last winter, I refilled my blackened quill with
a dose of your sensual sonnets,
allowing your soothing voice to be the maestro
of moaning moonlight,
reawakening a cathartic infatuation.
Drunk on symphonies that you’ve orchestrated,
a throbbing thirst instills
tantalizing tercets into my trembling veins.
I submissively let every ounce of my skin
be stroked by your titillating tongue,
tracing the milky quartz trails of
goosebumps you’ve ignited,
leaving me intoxicated in your
mellifluous world of poetic pulses,
where your honey-dipped fingers strum
the script of my love-struck soul.
Awakening fervent fireflies to flutter,
flickering luscious sparks,
while cocooned in electric feathers,
caressing the internal warmth
of wildfire whispers.
Yet, there is something about
the way the skies burst euphoric writings
on your untold rivers~
never revealed, forever lost
in the silence of sultry suppression~
luring me to follow the magnetic rhythm
of your restless roseate runes.
I will someday kiss you into written poetry,
when I take a breath
to climax as couplets intertwined,
screaming caffeinated stars in hypnotic cadence.
The seeds of your love
will illuminate pining petals,
pressed between velvety sheets
of lunar-glazed pillows,
and the cinnamon sun of a sage dawn,
awaiting drizzling diamonds
with sinful secrets etched from sweat and tears,
teasing the melted twilight
that flows behind periwinkle prose.
So place me on your empty canvas
of nocturnal stanzas.
Paint me with tender rhymes,
flowing like fluorescent ink,
bleeding from your aesthetic baton,
so effortlessly,
forever aligned as soulmates,
tied to the gossamer tunes of timeless harmony.
From your hands that dipped me in cool tubs
and soft morn wakes, you were the gentle lion
taming my bohemian strains; the lamb of summer
rain catching me like a feather on your palm...
always, your balm poured moon glow of bliss,
erring only when my restless flowers needed
to bend: from where pictures stood, time bowed
shaping night talks, life’s edges, and paused faces.
Then the gas light dripped on lacquered frames,
silhouettes fading as I collected our thoughts—
marbles in my pocket—to keep me safe
from cold winds, rough dreams. And tonight,
my breath grows wild, noting the fabric of revelries
as I click past lenses : you smile; you laugh.
Just when evening’s done, you reach your arms
in slow motion to hold me close again...hands
that dipped me then, gone, without saying goodbye
from a wave of coma when I was only 24. Yet among
old photographs, we embrace through love's eyes...
Daddy, you're my special treat every day!
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"Hieronymus Dipped"
The neurochip sucked me like a lollipop ... mind first into the dream,
squeezed my thoughts out like tubes of candy coloured toothpaste
all over the deus ex machina, Hieronymus dipped his brush in
an attempt
to artificially convert me
call it, a “do-over”
I was his primary binary by all accounts
he liked my shades of light and dark
he led me further in,
This he painted on my tongue, “You a muse”
“me?”, I said
He tut-tutted, exasperated
to be exchanging such inane pleasantries,
“this could take some time to complete, I see.”
“how so?”, I smiled
“Dali expects a masterpiece,
and with you in mind,
this will never be...
no easy dream.”
Candide Diderot. ‘24
fluorescent trees bathe in the scent
of a citrus mid-evening,
fingertips tracing lemon stars
as roots house the very veins that
wake the smell of quietude: of what
mystery wets the blanket
of sparkling air robed in yellow mist,
as wisps of neon feathers rub
breezes ordained only for crickets
winging threads of flowered hair… hush!
the settling night induces a thousand
births of newborn seeds, seeds gaping
primeval rebirth stirring the flavor
of another late night in hints of amber,
and dusk slowly changes her skin
to finest tone so golden like wickers
of coming dawn… this is my kind of yellow
a burst of light where handmaids of wind
glide beneath my feet, the lake and dune…
this halo ever flickering through eyes’ palette
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For Broan Strand 265
Katy dipped her tabby cat in the pot of brine
She was settled to make his fur silky and shine
But to her utter depression
Raising a pertinent question
The Tabby baby took wing to ride the cloud nine
Rose Dipped Petals
Petals of white pearls
Makes picture perfect kisses
Neath our paradise
Our colossal love
Casts out our passions caress
Like rose dipped petals.
Written: Aug. 14, 15
Theresa Marie W-C
Dipped in Heaven's Gold
Blessings sent to us from God,
Should never be taken for granted.
It's the little things that mean so much,
When the smallest seeds are planted.
These special people in our lives,
Have hearts dipped in Heaven's gold.
It seems God sends them to our lives,
For us to keep as we grow old.
What Blessed gifts He showers down,,
What wondrous things bestowed.
These friends that he has sent to us,
With hearts dipped in Heaven's gold!
You, my friend, are one of those,
Whose heart just can't contain,
All the golden love inside,
Through sunny days or rain.
God opens up the gates of Heaven,
And rains down blessings untold.
Living in the hearts of friends,
That are dipped in Heaven's gold!
Pokey lanford
She had wanted to go the beach
And yet, she was scheduled to teach
Her swimsuit had ripped
So she skinny-dipped
Could this be a test of free speech?
You are special like every star God hand created
So, take me back I want seconds to last longer because when I left your lips stayed imprinted on mines
So, I feel you every day in the midst of separation
Longing for you to be there again
I would lay my head down to be with you because I wasn’t next to you
Anything to relive being by your side
You make me want to paint the sky your favorite color, so you always have a good day
I’d pull the moon closer and make the sun cooler if you wanted me to
Her love is soft like a kiss to the check, fair complexion, clouds rubbing against my skin, or warm leather
I need her like the body needs water or oxygen
Because she rejuvenates me into a new morning, my reason for any reason
I think you’re a coffee drinker, so I wonder what your coffee kisses would taste like
She’s so darling and the fact that she is blind to herself is quite alarming
But ok, because if you let me, I can save the day for just another kiss
Because your lips give me life while I’m in hell
Everything about her is like the joy of a new morning
Sunshine for a dying flower and sugar to the plain
Let’s share genuine conversation and get lost in the pain
Because I can be the heart if you’ll share your beat as the rest of the early morning remains
My donuts dipped in coffee, and I promise never to share
p.s. I never really drink coffee, but I’ll taste it every now and then along with my 6am donuts because of you…
In
Yucutan beneath the
crypt,
Beneath the floor
Atlantis script,
Narrow minded
science abhors,
The mention of a
myth, deplores,
Any mention that it
sits,
Beneath the ocean
gripped,
Atlantic knows the
score,
Ten thousand years
and more,
Sanity eclipsed,
The records never
bore,
You will know the
rest of it,
At the opening of
the door,
For there the
records sit,
Amazing as before,
The continent kinda
dipped...
Don Johnson
Calculate deduct deduce infer
Kiss the pigs until you’re sure
Let’s pretend I matter
Let’s pretend I’m dipped in batter
Equitable distribby
Puttin on the bibby
Let’s pretend I matter
Let’s pretend I’m dipped in batter
Accounting for naught
Without having fought
Let’s pretend I matter
Let’s pretend I’m dipped in batter
Matter I might
Batter-dipped that’s right
But one thing seems true
I’ll wind up in you
Ground-up gristle
Simmer bubble steam
A little oil please
Your culinary dream
Out of the pan
And into your department
Now I’m a bolus
In your compartment
Epigastric me
Satisfied you
Rich old you
Rich and true
Toilet-bound me
Nutty little me
Please flush me
But don’t forget me
Let’s pretend I matter
Let’s pretend I’m dipped in batter
Pardon me, sir
But your fly is unzipped
Deeply offended
The ‘sir’ offered
To sock me in the lip
I responded in kind
We swung at the same time
Bottom line ~
Our teeth now
Like ‘pearls dipped in swine’
I writ a poem
of broken lines
in muddled thoughts
where nothing rhymes
considered throwing in some chimes
from reminiscent olden times
reached into the “poignant” pail
dug out the sadness of “sublimes”.
I dipped the pen in barren well
denied of stories it could tell
pictured how the empires fell
beneath the hate of brimstone’s smell
wondered how I came to dwell
in poetry’s rekindled hell.
I clawed the crimson charcoal crust
bore the pain of writing’s thrust
became the fire of its lust
engulfed in flame the pages trust
then sprinkled it with living’s dust.
John G. Lawless
©7/4/2021
parked sparkles of starlight's
spray
stray
longing to stay
within the greenness of her greys
The curl of her smile
folds realities material
for another day
and with her touch
only thing that's felt
Her voice make silence
mourn its birth
Beauty dips itself
within her
to cover any blemish
It was the war of the cookies, battle lines were fiercely drawn
Dipped versus no dip, diagonal frosting turned on
Sprinkles versus non-sprinkles, arguments about a treat
Dipped cookies bringing in generals, all kinds of heat.
Pure breads adamantly denying that icing was any good.
Causing a huge daily skirmish in our confectionary neighborhood.