Best Indulge Poems
ignoring ignorance annoys the ignorant ~ indulge them? I can't
same old redundant story ~ on a soap box for an ounce of glory
too much of the same old chatter ~ spewed from the mouth of a Mad Hatter
Alice will gladly pet the Cheshire Cat ~ if it'd make him chase a rat
to all en bloc, don't swallow that drink ~ write your own poetry with ink
The trick is to buy a smaller size,
The brain tells the head, this is wise,
Don't chow down on sweets,
To look like those petites,
One sure way to shrink ...EXERCISE!
For Ms. Devonshire's Contest
Cakes and ice cream are the most favorite desserts.
A decadent piece of chocolate cake melts in your mouth.
Giving an uplifting sensation to your senses.
The toppings for ice cream are countless.
Caramel, chocolate, fudge, strawberry, pineapple.
Merging with the favorite flavor of ice cream.
Cake is one of the principal attractions in birthdays and
weddings.
Some shapes of cakes are conical, layered and bundt.
Frosting is the finishing of cakes. Sprinkles, flowers and
fruits can be added to the decoration.
Taste cake and ice cream. Surrender to the pleasure
of its flavors.
9-14-2015
Be assertive before you indulge
Tangy,
sugary,
sweating,
like Chinese Sweet and Sour.
'Tis a fling?
Or a zesty,
savory,
full blown love affair?
Remember!
It has an after taste that never goes away.
2015 © A. Juman -The "said" poet
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Throwing fireballs from broken fists,
Destroying all who feed the mist.
The necromancers raise the dead,
as guilds of pyros burn them red.
breathe in deep, the dragons breath,
it tastes so sweet, hold in the scent.
Let the high control your head,
then feast upon the naked flesh.
Indulge in all the sweaty sex,
with kings and queens and princesses.
Then later on we all will toast,
before feeding on endless roasts.
And goat cheeses and pumpkin pies,
then blow it up into to the skies.
We’ll celebrate for those who died.
and drink until we feel alive.
whimsical bottles of poison
ingested by all we know
whimsical bottles of poison
will you be next on death row?
I indulge myself, pamper myself and love myself daily.
Putting up an imaginary stop sign if I hear mean internal words.
Belittling words, putting down words or a frowny face.
I yell STOP as loudly as I can, for this is a technique I teach children.
I put three sugars in my coffee and a packet of cocoa sweet.
This gives me a little uplift before breakfast.
I blow kisses to myself in the bathroom mirror.
And say “Hi Daddy!” for I have my Daddy’s face.
I miss him, and this makes me smile.
I am all about doing things I love and I love lots of things.
I socialize on the phone while I cartoon and paint.
My friends all beg to meet but I put them off.
Because each day is my own, and I love to cartoon.
I draw mushroom and teapot houses on canvases.
Gnomes, faeries, brownies, witches and pirates follow.
My muse laughs as I add a giant red cat and a petite lavender dog.
Painting the canvases gives me such delight it should be illegal.
My creations are full of acrylic neon paints that glow in the dark.
We have black lights in three rooms of the house.
Over six hundred of my paintings uplift and refresh me daily.
I am an elementary school counselor, teaching character ed lessons.
I love my job and cannot fathom ever giving it up.
I will probably be going out with a toe tag in a body bag.
When I am ninety-two and my body is pronounced dead.
Death does not scare me, I do not believe in it.
Only a much lovelier place that is our real home.
As we are really spirit, right God?
I never teach the same year twice.
I write my lessons up into books, and put them on LuLu.
I write ten poems a day, and I have ten terrific grandchildren.
My dogs Buddy and Sophie and my husband Joe adore me.
My life is grand thanks to me concentrating on having fun daily.
INDULGE
To indulge in chocolate
I'm never regretful,
a wonderful blessing,
when tasting each mouthful.
There's creamy fruit centers,
and nuts by the handful.
Plus Turkish Delight, which
I find quite delightful.
With peppermint patties
I won't be forgetful.
And Hershey's sweet kisses
are silver wrapped blisses,
indulging in Chocolate
sure makes me so cheerful.
from my book 'Chocolate and Chuckles'
Copyright © Vivien Wade 15 Dec. 2015
There we stand beneath a leaf ridded tree
Holding one another gazing deeply with eyes locked
We listen to the tall delicate grass sway in the wind
Across the calm waters the moon floats full
Beams of glowing light spread throughout the horizon
The indigo sky sparkles with glittery stars
This is a night full of dreams and intense emotions
Extraordinary opportunity to feast on each others lips
by: Virginia Frayer
When you lay asleep I kiss you and brush your fine hair with my cheek.
Listening to your breaths and taking in the moment of your peace.
Beautiful lips and strong cheekbones stare back at me.
I whisper sweet words to engage your dream.
Little moans, I let them pierce my ear with glee.
Gripping your strength, awakens your love, so sweet.
I KNOW SHE WOULD HAVE LOVED THIS LOVE SONG
As she slowly slips away I say
Now every love song I ever hear seems written especially for her and i
Not a lover bared, bedded or wedded
Nor those who shed their clothing as a sign of love and devotion
Hers was understood
Her brand of love is called “motherhood”
Not a love like I had for that young sixteen year old blonde I unburied in Brooklyn
The one whose shimmer reflected off the shiny steel beams of the Verrazano Bridge
Bathing Staten Island in a satiny soft sunshine
And sprinkling the news that the prettiest part of Brooklyn was now all mine
No not that kind of love
Nor the blonde thirty years later who stole the heart Brooklyn so long ago had broken
Whose words were spoken nakedly from behind a silken veil
And made what might have been the final time
feel like the first time I ever fell in love
No not that kind of love
Not the kind that came with every congratulatory conquest and every lamentable loss
For she was always there
Through the storm clouds and through the thunder
Through the heartache that results from a young man’s lust and mistrust which sets him asunder
Yet there was always a patiently waiting cradle
Wherein I would voice a sincere supplication for support
A structure strong enough to buttress another beauty’s betrayal and stiffen my spine when loss left me stooped over and lame
That kind of love goes by only one singular name
Beyond sacred, beyond spectacular, beyond the most sacrosanct kind of good
Such a sanctified love is named “motherhood”
And mine was always right there where a mother belongs
So that explains why now I hear her name in the center of all softly sung love songs
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P.S. Go ahead Mom, my angel, my sweet, fear not to fly
AND FLEW DID SHE WITH GRACE I'M SURE
Such a good time we had,
Then what was the need to fight,
Why did we indulge in blame game?
Was it really important to prove who was right?
I had hopes that you would let go,
But, I really didn't know,
That I had to do with this,
Yes you are missed,
The friendship I had!
I had confidence that no one can come in between us,
I had the faith in our bond,
But, waves of misunderstanding came in between,
I guess it was not that strong,
I still have a grudge against you,
You left me all sulking without any clue,
Now I don't trust any friend!
So happy we were in our space,
But, now it is the thing of disgrace,
A beautiful friendship ruined with time,
Remember the time when I called you mine,
Why did this breach of trust end?
I too don't have words to defend,
But it is all over now,
It is all over with time!
It was me
and every motion
is my soul's perfection
is as always that beauty
accordingly, I quarrel
within my universe…
you shall, understand
I indulge to adjust
a cheerful honesty
into all rapport and comment
I expect, in speaking to you
that you shall not abhor
my every motion
think instead, my pronunciation
is not snide perfection
is not what all expected…
do not confuse my need
for a little attention
to be me, hope you know
is not a pretentious endeavour
when I have, you receive
I was looking, for you
from the moment
I was conceived
friend, my goal is
to achieve my life's projection
and in this I indulge.
like popcorn and ice cream,
you make me go
"mmmm".
thou shall not wait
to taste those sweet lips,
ever so near.
like saving the red ones
for last,
and reading the fortune
but not eating the cookie.
for no one in particular,
we all indulge in a dream
every now and then.
sleepy time screams
caused by late night
mountain high tasty ice cream.
ice cream at any hour,
night and day,
is not good
you say?
the fortune's worth more
than the cookie anyhow,
and the man in the white coat
gets aggravated
by the popcorn addict.
dreams for no one in particular,
let them be taken with the wind's changing currents.
for they may turn left,
as quickly as they did right into the mind.
in which case,
two scoops please,
and oh,
extra butter.
dreams be thankful.
Enormous I’m becoming. I am greed.
The neighbor’s car and house and lawn I want.
And even more than that becomes my need.
Know this. If I’m not fed, I’ll then grow gaunt.
Since some can have a void they cannot fill,
incessantly I’ll clamor to be fed.
A demon and unseen, I’m growing still.
I scream inside the quenchless person’s head.
I grasp and squeeze and bleed his inner core.
I do this more and more as I enlarge.
Then charity can stay with him no more.
Indulge me, do, and let ME be in charge!