Best Flavoursome Poems
(1946)
Walking in Sailor Fields amongst the nettles
picking blackberries, the brambles
cut deep savage the mind.
Yet the bowl to be filled the jam
to be boiled the bread of hope
to be flavoursome, while the innocence
of it all enhanced by the beauty of the place.
The Village shimmers in idyllic peace,
while each evening from the east the veil of night
chases the setting sun, bequeaths it’s
heavenly sequin blanket soon to lovingly
cloak God’s very own.
Life had not changed all that much
in the place, except the men had returned
leaving their memories over yonder,
while some stayed away their bones to lie
within ‘Alien Soil’
Alas the hurt does not diminish,
for those left behind walking in Sailor Fields
amongst the nettles picking blackberries!
© Harry J Horsman 2011
It darts past then briefly hovers
picking up the scent of rotted fruit
following it to until it came to the source
where it feasts until bloated.
Back on the hunt it swoops
and dives like a bomb,
flashing its yellow and black body
a warning to all to keep away.
Uninvited it hones in
and joins the bar-be-que,
as people scatter from its path
some flapping their hands at it.
Buzzing angrily, it returns
sourcing out the sweetness
of ripened tomatoes and
flavoursome BBQ sauce.
It darts in and out
grabbing a bite or two
then to everyone's relief
it leaves for pastures greener.
Forever
Feasting famished,
Flapjacks, frankfurter's, fajitas
Flavoursome food, favourite feast.
Foreboding, forbidden, feeding
Fruitless, fearful
Fat!
2/5/2021
First name
unique, generous, wondrous, enigmatic, hopeful
Sister of Madonna, Gail, Chris, Diane and Heather
Lover of life, puzzles, people's laughter and language
Who feels loves intensity with hope
Who fears the dark, enclosed spaces, yet feels fearless in the breeze
Who would like to see the masses succeed
Resident of home, a warm embrace, a tender touch
Surname
I found this structure boring and unimaginative and mundane in a world enriched with such flavoursome musings - I unapologetically ruined the form with pride and decided the words below were more entertaining for your reading pleasure... Enjoy me
An ounce of ratbag, a giggle, a bounce and slide,
she puts on her socks and polishes the floor with her moves,
the running dive onto the bed is never a question and she loves to sneak up and tickle.
Frosted grass, and a breaky sunrise eaten from the curb, delights her heart and inspires her mind.
Her one love - a child of impossibility - held on by hope; a chance to live, to laugh.
Intrigued by the landscape of colour, enlightened by touch, cleansed in a breeze.
A smile to light up the dark, delivers a truth profound, generous in love in all its forms.
A dancer in a world of statues, grounded and real, she will lift you up and hold you til your ready.
Musically, she paints the tragic world with grace, sensually depicting each space, raw and defined.
A family of separated ties has carved an independence so fierce she is rarely displaced.
Adopted by the masses, free in spirit she maintains faith, home is all she needs and finds that in many: a comfortable easy smile, a gift of coffee, an open door - embraced.
Loved.
A friendship gift, a unique beautiful ride, buckle up she's arrived...
17/10/2018
I see sparkles
I hear wedding bells
Bright sunny day
People make way
I stand in the middle
As I see him
Looking at me, dazzled
His eyes talk to mine
Causing my eyes to shine
His dark hair neatened
With his dark tuxedo straightened
Handsome is less to say
As my eyes hold his
I swift the floor in his arms
My eyes filled with delight
I see him stare at me
What an enchanted sight
As we stop and gaze at each one's eyes
He pulls me tighter
Aiming me to front his face
I close my sight to feel his flavoursome lips
I hear round of applause
Open my eyes
I see Dad waking me from across.
A milk bottle of combustion is a silver tongued spoon. A dragon headed fortress underground. Weaving wavering waving wandering. A teaspoon of cataclysm in giant catacombs. Dominatrix circles and whirlpools. How very stylish Madame de feetoo. While festooned on a chaise long is a long time whilst chatting and chinking is rife. Apples didn't mix with pubic pubescent pineapples as lineage is deemed of the utmost importance. To preserve one's wealth signifies a heraldic crest in a pickle colour glow. But wisest are the tiny heads in jars preserved who whisper their knowledge in scientific chambers. Cloisters closeting closing cloaks. And a large duck head on a man's body lurching lecherously. Leaking. Leaving. Lest no one fault I the time orb of clayon spoke a boulder boisterously. And a dark ridge arriving. Completion is formed from the sipping of secretions from an ancient elderflower. But a bud is neither a woven skirt or a large car. It is found on a very big bus. Busy then? Good. Small boy child weeping. And a silver glasses case watching. And an ornate cane topped with an acre of crystal. Chink then. Great isn't it. When the news explodes the crisis deepens. And waters rise. The hidden submarine planted it's crop paid by coffers. In a sporadic format. Boom then. No idea for the ways. It is left for the duties to a house to perform. And a ministerial magenta. Magna carta is a a little peanut swimming in butter on a plate. And a dust particle is very very versatile so swing in trees then spin over. Good. Grabbing going glooping getting gone gone Gideon gone gone. Powdered like snow or sugar floating. Sap not a silvery spit. And a spotted tie is not very mature is it? Takeaway beans. Fantastic. Very flavoursome. Opinionated officials oversee offices. And a giant bee weighing over 200,000,000.00 kilos. In a fancy dress show. Xo xo xo and done. Xxxx rationalisation xxxxx outnumbered xxxxx testator gator Gatorade xxxx arbitrational Z
For if my heart
Were such as this
With taste and tears
On every kiss
It could explain
Each reason why
The love lorne layers
Do testify
To pungent faith
Flavoursome hope
Formed in the dark
With potent scope
To underpin
The panoply
Of every tasty
Recipe
King Duncan wouldn't allow it
Chin sweat and air conditioning
Sending me into a linguistic shaming spiral
Flavoursome mints and sparkling water
Won't fix this wet nightmare
Telling the steps to SHUT UP
Sock sniffer
Chemical bomb leather shoes
Armpits oceaning
Give me Nigeria
Or the jungle
Where the birds don't sing
My wife has been reading The Return of the Native for ten years
But does owning an AK-47 count as knowledge?
To the bat cave
Have I ever told you that
… as you lie next to me
I know that you are cheating
…I have seen both you and she
I heard you talking on your phone
You’d no idea that I was home
darling this
and
darling that
Your soup my dear ~ in that I spat
It made me sick it made me sad
But watching as you sipped your soup
you smiled at me and said “Not bad”
you even asked if there was more
I smirked behind that kitchen door
I wished I’d put that cockroach in
to give your lunch that extra crunch
Together forever both you and me
Your cheating heart I could not foresee
I thought our love was strong and deep
Till death us do part our vows we would keep
Though you had other plans it seems
You called her name out in your dreams
Did you know I loved you so
and will not be the one to go
So as you eat up every morsel
so flavoursome and
so unique
A pinch of this ~ A pinch of that
Braised in wine ~ slow cooked with herbs
A Rat’tat’touile for a cheating rat
have I ever told you that…
This poem is totally fictional but my muse was certainly running naked through those bullrushes, haha…
Written 1st November 2020
Contest: Have I ever told you that
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I have a friend who I visit regularly,
He calls me Smith the Grocer, STG for short,
And when I text him, I sign off with STG,
Sometimes I add other abbreviations for him to guess,
A bit of harmless fun between friends.
Little did I know that a mix up with a text accidentally sent to my daughter,
Would lead to STG being interpreted to mean Sausage Tasted Good.
It came about in this way,
My daughter and her partner brought us over some flavoursome sausages,
So, it was not surprising that the next day when my daughter,
Got a three-letter text STG,
It was not unreasonable for her to conclude STG to mean
Sausage Tasted Good ,
And for me to get a text back that she was glad I liked The Sausage.
Needless, to say I did not attempt to correct the impression,
As, if I had thought about it,
I might well have sent that or a similar text on purpose,
And the sausages did taste good.
A case I think for a white lie, not doing any harm.
The moveable feast
Free food for the forager
Weeds for the foolish
Nettles that sting you
are nettles that can feed you
Praise the forest fare
Flowers to fauna
mother nature’s larders full
of flavoursome treats
Free to the finder
fare fit for a king or queen
three cheers for free food.
A beef stew is neither a mildew or an orange orbital hue. It is a flavoursome culinary creation. And when particles skip. Dust off the spoon and dance crab like to tunes emerging from the bubbling pot. It is ripe a seed and radiantly flowing. Oh yes. The liquid. Swirling swimmingly seemingly seeping. Great. Good. Now wash your hands and hair follicles. And change the washing cycle to nine spin. Oh how heavenly. Wow. Potent potential pot potatoes. Piglets. Hahahaha and the singing spoon. Xxxx reciprocal recipes. Traditionalists z
SOCIAL PEACOCK
Playing the audience
The peacock struts
How daintily and deftly
He swans around weaving intrigue
Flattering all
The kiss of a hand or an awaiting cheek
Done to perfection
Him who knows the value of each person to him
Knows how to please
The machinations of a society full of gossip
And intrigue are his tools of trade
Used to solicit maximum gain
The wise are careful
The not yet burnt
Flock to his ever awaiting arms
His guile
His flavoursome words
His hollow airs of concern
Are the skin deep glosses
That his fickle crowd adores
Bean bags. Vacuum cleaners. And dustbins. Lining up. Waiting. Waiting for the cloths. The cloths are counting dust particles. That will take a very long time indeed. And yellow striped lights are not tigers. They are a glow of stained paint. So count the wiggles of several fat black creatures and sigh at least ninety times. Wow. Pin pinnings pricking party paint. Pleasurably. Flavoursome culinary creation of new episodes of a different list. Hahahaha travel training trap. Hahahaha horsey face lake. Xxxxx fraternization z p y q
Somebody said an odd thing today,
Something I think’s a bit strange,
About how blah and lame we seem around here,
How things have never seen change,
They said we’re vanilla, as though that is bad,
As though that is some kind of fault,
They implied that vanilla is a boring old flavour,
Not as good as chocolate or malt,
But I love vanilla on all that I drink,
I love vanilla, on a whim, anywhere,
I think vanilla is a most flavoursome drink,
Adding a fluff of flavour and flair,
As a matter of fact I think it rocks on,
I think it’s the flavour of choice,
So when people say we’re vanilla as hell,
I stand up and begin to rejoice.