Best Lick Poems
autumn ~ a rose licks the frost off the wind
Something about paint
I absolutely adore!~feeling more
fluid-thinking when wearing an
old smock, branded with dashes and
blobs, to my mind each
one a stripe of rank with starry
splashes my medals –
like coral reefs
like florescent algae
a new canvas primed, runny
with liquid motion; I thrust
my igniting brush...somewhat
sad when all is dried and
framed; yet the good ones
remain tacky to the touch,
delightfully smeary to
the eye~like the wetted
hands of children, bringing their
innate patterns into active focus --
I think, when it comes to poetry
the ocean will never be entirely
emptied: what mysterious lyrics
lurk in such black, unrhymed depths –
by the magma-vents, like moths
writers are drawn to eerie glows,
shadowy forms~dauntless, ready to
risk even death for fiery licks
and rapturous cuddles....
Lick Your Lips - Limerick
An old man chronologically aging
Ate foods quite gastronomically raging
He digested word soups
With phonetic sound groups
Which left him alphabetically phrasing
Created on 11/17/14 for -Limericks Clean and Clever – Poetry contest
Filled with lightning, night is the time for thunder.
Marvel not how deafening peals can kindle
bigger brother's' mocking the bogeyman’s sounds,
"You better watch out!"
Screaming youngsters flee to their parents' bedroom
giving witty parents a chance to join in
shouting loud above all the racket, "Ice cream!
Who wants some ice cream?"
August 27, 2013
Sponsor William Kekaula
Contest Name Your Best Sapphic Stanza
every moment
in a love
is a waiting
is a doubting
in a lingo of desire
is lick
of dew
o'er leak
Lick me
pierce me
shoot me dead
pour out my heart
my spleen
kill life
strife
burn, torture
slice my heart
die, maim, endure
permanent
blame
hate
anticipate
destruction of my soul
chip or explode away
at any remaining
self confidence
self delusion
self, self,
self
love me
love,
warmth, desire
please hear me
please see me
please hold me
for eternity
I need you
now
A sneeze I blow into my hand
Staring at the strange liquid hiding deep within me
Glaring like a green ember from a leprechaun
it popped up and metamorphed into a fairy
Granting only three wishes
My first to love a man made up in my heart
Second to run the world and back with gifts from the seven Contenents
Third to never exist only in the eyes of this fairy
When the Third was granted
The fairy had taken me as her wish
Her first,
To make love to me all day
Second, to chain me is sexual bondage
Third, for me only to exist in repetitious demeanor everyday
We made sexual promises in purple fields
Became naked under hot pink water-falls
Procreated offsprings of haflings
I want to never leave the fairy world
i see you and the feelings come crashing in
i want your everything, tho ive never been
some say its just so, deep as skin
let my memory help me to the end
was it the body?
oh baby have me
lets go for happy
know we wouldnt have to
this is no hobby
even if you robbed me
oddly, take my heart
its the best plant food
someday, i will rain, down as ashes
if you ask this, while our love crashes
blessed be, id like to see, some feelings active
filling up a space measured in vastness
hold my hand, lick my tears, read my mind
face to face, i dare not look away
this my dear, im sensing, is hard to find
ones prey often turns into play
taste my kisses?
youre on my wishlist
i want a mistress
save me from the game
your touch is golden
blessing beholden
my slogan
sacrifices lay on my name
As I walk the beach,
I ask what will you teach?
The waves lick my feet,
with a white foam so sweet.
Sand promises to do and see,
is this the magic key?
I look back to see my footprints,
cool and refreshing as a mouth full of mints.
The sand of tan and water so blue,
your promises were always new.
Some Babycham and Irish Mist
May smooth the way to being kissed
Score one for Mabel
Under the table
Though it looks like she kissed and missed . . . .
The most sexual languages of my licks
she couldn't resist,
instead she begged and insist to feel
the lyrics of my tongue's music.
As my lips perched upon her hips,
I tasted her flesh with my detail kiss,
like an erotic dance my tongue twist
to make sure not an inch was missed.
The length of my tongue paint her skin,
my intent to tease her senses within as
I measure the indents of my most
intimate living thing.
Walking my tongue around her corners,
her temperature soon got warmer,
my skin stretched as I enlarge getting harder
and as my blood flow ran faster,
my shaft touched the pit of her pleasures.
Tongue tasting as my lips rise and fall,
preparing to insert my full length after all,
another moment my nature call,
her engine is about to have it's full overall.
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Another afternoon of horrid heat.
I need to chill with sweet ice cream.
Homemade, with ripe strawberries.
Hand churned takes time, but it's the best.
My tongue will lick the paddle clean
then I'll put three scoops in a frosted dish.
I'm not greedy but can't resist the temptation.
So worth the wait and all the cranking labor
for such a refreshing dessert!
One last plump berry perched on top.
I'm beginning to drool. It's time to go.
I have to eat quickly, before it melts.
Chop! Chop!
June 21, 2022
Ice Cream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
A lady who shops at the mall
Bought a bra a wee bit too small
Because she has more
Her cups runneth o'er
The Pride goeth before a fall
I do truly love my ice cream
nowadays so much of a choice
so many flavours dark and light
but there's one that's my Rolls Royce
This one's the one I always ask for
not every cafe has it in stock
sometimes very hard to find
when one has it causes me a shock
It's especially great with strong taste
O forgot to say my fav's coconut
real so cool succulent and cold
even helps me talk when I stutt
My fav places to get this speciality
without fail in Southport's Lord street
also at Kilmarnock my old home town
these two can never ever be beat
Don't like the ones mixed with choc
it's got to be real coconut so pure
have to go now feel urge come on
coconut ice cream there's really no cure
(My favourite ice cream is super duper Coconut, Southport and Kilmarnock are in the UK.)
Legend of goat man of pop lick trestle
prominent in the stories of mountain folk
blue grass anomaly seen by a few
chilling bluegrass spotters who become hypnotized
some local hillbillies affected jump off the trestle
landing a hundred feet below on sharp gravel
terrifying to passengers of oncoming train
he uses voice mimicry to lure many to their deaths
common story in floyd, Kentucky
known by few newcomers or interlopers
shared by old timers in hushed whispers
waitress listens and rolls her eyes at their tale