Best Gush Poems
With downpour hued in starlit gray,
And fallen eyes are interlocked
In drizzles where the torrent bites
Till candles wane on fabric soiled
(As evening slips its frail chemise).
Her boudoir cluttered by the wind,
Sighing a pitter-patter scream
(Old woman dwells on passing sprees)
And on a chair, her drooped spine curves,
(To track hazed lifetime’s reveries);
Receding off so constantly.
Heels tip tap rhythm on the floor;
Alone, betrothed to lonely sheets
(Entrusting stars for pain’s release).
How cold the gush in Summer's flight.
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For Craig Cornish’s Intermingle Contest
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Inspired by poems” How Cold The Gush"-- 5/25/2013
and “ Seeking Evening's Peace-- 11/17/2013
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by nette onclaud
With downpour hued in starlit gray,
And fallen eyes are interlocked
In drizzles where the torrent bites
Till candles wane on a fabric soiled
Her boudoir cluttered by the wind,
Sighing a pitter-patter scream
And on a chair, her drooped spine curves,
Receding off so constantly
Limbs tip tap rhythm on the floor;
Alone, betrothed to lonely sheets
How cold the gush in Summer's flight.
Rain, Rain, Rain Contest of Francine Roberts
by nette onclaud
5/25/2013
Trust me, have I ever lied to you before
You tickle my pickle and so much more
There should be a law
To restrict my awe
Else I'll probably gush all over your floor
© Jack Ellison 2016
gush of wind passing
as leaves open frazzled reams--
for promise of rain
As mockingbirds flee in the cadence
of pellucid rain , drizzles hide a vermillion moon
that is twilight’s burst: still, a gush so dulcet
spawns a melody while stray buds, pebbles,
and lit ripples tap my feet on a menagerie of glass.
And droplets infuse a mid-January tempo
granting sweet content, where luscious drift from trickles
slip-slides on hours bathed in a fresh cycle ,
her ancestral rite of cleansing past errors...
then to tug, devour, to grasp a new purpose.
Briam's Choice Y
Trust me, have I ever lied to you before
You tickle my pickle and so much more
There should be a law
To restrict my awe
Else I'll gush on the floor as I rush out the door
Huh???
Still lakes can listen
A babbling brook cannot hear
Cast your words with care
Into this sea of people
The source, the flow, from the mouth
Smelling the clothes rinsed,
Easily he winced
Then, freed a waiting sigh
For the ones not dry …
Now, quite The Helpless-Tired,
He shall have a launderer hired
The Heart he needs that of A Lion
To The Settled Ones iron …
Clothes keep waiting to be washed,
Even asking that this be rushed
But in reply a face is just flushed,
Because Tap Water still gushed.
That moment made ink gush from my deep soul,
"The violet voice of a vocal vice, gentle warmth of hazel rays..."
Crush my arm—for you are the verve of the eternal lover,
An unusual home for lips that whisper ancient secrets.
Dance along the abyss and glimpse an awkward smile,
Perhaps I am lucid—you will let eternities slip gently!
Your shades envelop me here, in unfathomable depths,
Step over this meander and you will find me near your heart.
I just dropped a pen, a symbol of my boundless longing,
Let my beautiful friend lead you to my bittersweet melancholy:
Quiet yet sad; a lover's soul lost in time,
Forgetting these verses is a detestable curse, a burning pain.
Forever, do not let go, for I will be carried on lower paths,
Let me borrow your spirit—to remember past legends.
Here, words are shadows of unfulfilled desires,
A story is born between the lines, a call of the wandering heart.
In the depth of each verse hides a world of secret dreams,
Where love and loss dance in an eternal and enchanted waltz,
Under the starry sky of our forgotten dreams, still flickering,
And thus, the journey continues through the labyrinth of the tireless soul.
Every curve hides a secret, a hope, a living memory,
Time stops and becomes a silent witness to our story,
A love that transcends words, living in our vibrant depths,
Let yourself be carried by the wave of this poem, a river of pure emotions.
Flow through the heart's bed, where every drop is a tear of longing,
Every verse a bridge to infinity, to the eternity of undying love,
The bridge that connects our souls, a path to eternal light,
A song of longing that echoes in the night's silence, a whisper of love.
The gush
The moon is full not completely round
but elongated and so near I can almost touch it.
A pity the moon only reflects the sun
it diminishes it somehow.
The Chines planted apple trees at the back
of the moon
if they bear fruit, it will be bitter and never harvested
it will cost too much to pick them.
The apples will fall by themselves
down to earth like bitter tears
this should teach us not to tamper with nature
it will take 154 years before a moon like this reappears
Trust me, have I ever lied to you before
You tickle my pickle and so much more
There should be a law
To restrict my awe
Else I'll gush on the floor as I rush out the door
Huh???
Gush Potatoes
2 cups of sour cream
5 Tablespoons horseradish
1?2 cup of white cheddar
1 Cup of grated parmesan heavy cream
3 tablespoons of lemon juice
1 tablespoon of lemon zest
1 Tablespoon of red pepper flakes
1 teaspoon of of fish stock
4 cloves of minced garlic
4 green onions
1/2 cup of minced herbs
( thyme, rosemary,, parsley, dill,oregeno and tarragon)
2 grated hard boiled egg yolks
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mix smooth set aside
in a casserole dish add 10 cups of cooked white potatoes
cover with sace mix evenly
bake 350 degrees for 35 to 45 minutes
)---------GREENS ALLEGRO--------(
4 cups of drained cooked mustard greens
(recommended( GLORY)
2 cup of steamed bell pepper
red and yellow
2 cups of caramelized onions
3 tablespoons of minced garlic
1/2 cup of pumpkin seeds
1 cup of chopped smoked turkey meat mixed with
about 1/4 cup of cooked bacon
1/2 cup of crushed sundried tomatoes
in a wok add olive oil and sesame seed oil mix
add garlic and peppers and onions
stri fry and add pork
1 cup of chopped ham and cooked bacon and turkey meat
add mustard greens
stir fry
add tomatoes
and top with pumpkin seeds
serve with tart pickled onions
)-----------> Honey, rum, Brown sugar Carrots<--------------(
ATONAL
Steam 15 cleaned carrots until tender
in a casserole dish
add the carrots
1 cup of crumbled feta
3 Tablespoons of rum
5 Tablespoons of mango juice
3 Tablespoons of Pineapple juice
1 cup of golden raisins
1/4 cup of honey
2/3 cup of brown sugar
1/4 cup of lemon juice
1 teaspoon of cumin
1 teaspoon of cayenne
1 tablespoon of dried cilantro
1/2 cup of cooked ground lamb
1 cup of pistachios
add carrots
in a bowl
add spices and brown sugar
mix honey rum and friut juices in a sauce pan
bring to a simmer allow the alcohol
to boil away add lamb
pour over carrots
crumble feta
attop carrots
sprinkle nuts a-top
cover with foil and bake
at 350 for 25 to 30 minutes
Adagio Meat corner
slow cooked beef
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serve with roast lamb , roast pork, roasted beef, grilled shrimp and fish
Strawberries, kiwi, and with a vanilla bean cream pastry on a almond nut cookie tart for dessert
Paired with a Moscat de Asti
Mind over Muse
or Muse over Mind
What does it matter
if a tongue's in a bind
Words need gush forth
as a swift-flowing stream
When water's confined
No poet can dream
I don't endorse 'going with flow'
for of course you never know
if the current will funnel
you down the drain
the tubes or flume
through the tunnel
toward the spume
to where you end up
in the sewer below
so as I'm in no rush to gush
or feel completely flushed
here and now I do avow
for me the bowl on the whole
is a non-starter a definite no-go