Best Luscious Poems
luscious fruit of the tropics
sphere-shaped, tapered, oval-faced
beneath the sun dripping yellow;
tangy as cocktail's zest for happy hour- kisses
on lips that crave for its moist
sweet marrow... peeled
from its curved bodice; sucked
juice trickles from its base--
adding lime, mint to freshen stem glasses
that dangle and anchor the nape
for a voluptuous treat of mild
passion's heat: sliced, striped , tasted
by love's scent—the pulp bits ooze—like
varnished ochre mixed with light rhum
and wine filling hungry vessels
of tongues: the melting husk
cooled by ice as wedges circle around
to whip a luscious Mango Sangria drink!
A fruit like this entices my own
Summer delight, succulent as earth's nectar,
relishing every drool of a caressed,
early night's amber sensation.
For Alcohol Contest: Sponsor Thvia Shetley
Submitted 19/18/2107
Her Luscious Lips A Tantalizing Treat
A gust of cobalt blue winds grace her face
Brazen black hair outshines cerculean sky
She that dances forth with such princess grace
As if she were angel about to fly
And the woven gleam from those big blue eyes
Her luscious lips a tantalizing treat
Holding her so very tight as red sun dies
I pray true love never know its defeat
Her smile, beautiful as a floating swan
She that walks with the air of princess divine
She my Bathsheba I her loving Khan
And our life, our love making tis so fine
On silken sheets our bed bursts into flames.
Our life is true grand, as we play no games.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Feb. 19th 1975
Note: Written for my beautiful girlfriend Olivia.
She that rocks my world.
luscious bubble gum ice cream blue
glides below virgin strokes ghost white
splattered against canvas framed sky
01~01~2015
Armand
Lush
Ruby
Kissable
Her sensual
Lips
Lanterne Contest
Sponsored by Broken Wings
04~07~17
Sin
Oh, my ...
Desire, divine
What I would give
To nibble your saucy bits
You are a wine-taster's banquet
Each exquisite inch of your integument
Hides a sweet savor all its very delectable own
Poured to pique the primal compulsions
And treat the tongue, its tang
What a journey it could be
Inch-to-sublime-inch
A fiery feast
Of you ...
Skin.
* FIRST PLACE in the "Contest 425 Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor. *
The luscious light of a silvery moon…
Beams down while waves lick the shore…
A soft wind caresses and you feel…
A state of pure bliss that seems so real…
I got a bad case of the avian flu
It's a bad case and the prescription is you
There's a bird out there that's gotten me
That writes mad rhymes to a Rotten T
Though you are but a stranger to me, I offer you a kiss.
And though I’ve never met you, I know you and what you’re searching.
Look tenderly at me, and you will find it.
It is in me what you, stranger, yearn for most.
I’ll quench your thirst, I’ll satisfy your craving.
For in that great smelter that forged your feet and eyes, was forged the small seed that gave me life.
We’re brethren, stranger. I am you.
‘to the hills! to the hills!’ screamed the floodgates of hell
entertained, unrestrained, little demons rang bells
for Tomorrow and Yesterday danced for the gold,
ever certain each reigned over Earth manifold;
parallel, lower Hades was high as a kite--
‘what a thrill it will be, a domain so contrite!’
as good fortune should smile, the ridiculous sang
in the ashes of victory, agony rang
with a message so clear that the zombies awoke
as the villages grew, callow humans too spoke
so in time, could long rivals upholster their fears
by their union, dominion was something to cheer
one fine sunny morning dazzling golden sunrise
dancing with rays of magical sunshine
dewdrops on silver webs glistening drops
he began whistling and dancing
picking wild mushrooms on the forest floor
to make magic wonder and happenings occur
he begins building and stoking the fire
throwing turf on until red hot
sticks the pot over the flicking flames
stirring emotions inside bubble and steam
throws in a mountain of carrots, peas, herbs
with lots of other sorts of raw veggies
adding a rare drop of mountain spirits . . .
next freeing a soul adding an alchemic fuel so rare
making himself a most magical and delicious stew
as he cooked he began devouring the stew more and more
then slowly he felt himself floating high so high
in a bubble so wonderful and dear and so clear
picked up by a pocket of air and floating even more
when . . .
a lovely fairy princess appears gossamer wings your light
and then appearing again under a radiant rainbow bridge
and with one cherished and most special romantic kiss
he began waltzing with her to a melody so haunting yet pretty
and while lost in this mystical trancelike moment of splendor
the fairy princess stole his heart that was pure gold
and when he came around alone—so alone
an icy cold shiver then ran down his very spine
it was just a silly old leprechaun dream and all he thought
as I see her magic sparkling potions cast on someone else too
the big ethereal and mystical bubble of fairy elves just burst
wide open for him and all others to see while the elves
laughed raucously so hard with little warm tears running down
their little rosy cheeks . . .
the leprechaun pondered—next time Me thinks Me be more
careful with them mushrooms Me happily picks on the forest floor—
and stick to drinkin’ the old mountain forest dew with some
lovely luscious shots of the oldest Irish whiskey with a stout nip o’ gin . . . .
Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman – A Collaborated Poem, Copyright ©
All Rights Reserved (December 3, 2014) (Free Verse poetic format)
Smiley full lips,
silky smooth,
luscious and glistening,
juicy and glossy,
pouting and alluring,
succulent and irresistable,
sweet, sexy and heavenly,
that's me and my lips.
It's been so long since I had a proper girlfriend
I've forgotten what to do
The one I have now takes my breath away
And she's made of rubber too
I'm so tired after blowing so much
I haven't the energy to do anything else
It just defeats the object
So I just put her back un the box
And put her back upon the shelf.
When I bought her I was attracted by the red hot babe on the box
I asked the man for a plain paper bag and gave him 200 bucks
It claimed luscious Linda
Had real ling black hair and promised to fill me with delight
But I got shock when I opened the box that night
Instead of luscious Linda
She looked more like Fu man chu
And the instructions were written in Chinese
So I didn't have a clue.
What I really want is companionship
A great friend a kiss and hug
In a proper relationship
For I have so much love to give
And have a lot of life to live.
Someone I can trust and serenade on my piano or guitar
Someone with a nice car
If your that girl
No matter where you are
Please get in touch
And send a picture of the car.
Peter Dome.copyright.2015.July.
Honeysuckle smiles,
With hummingbird’s gentle peck:
Saccharine kisses.
one fine sunny morning dazzling golden sunrise
dancing with rays of magical sunshine
dewdrops on silver webs glistening drops
he began whistling and dancing
picking wild mushrooms on the forest floor
to make magic wonder and happenings occur
he begins building and stoking the fire
throwing turf on until red hot
sticks the pot over the flicking flames
stirring emotions inside bubble and steam
throws in a mountain of carrots, peas, herbs
with lots of other sorts of raw veggies
adding a rare drop of mountain spirits . . .
next freeing a soul adding an alchemic fuel so rare
making himself a most magical and delicious stew
as he cooked he began devouring the stew more and more
then slowly he felt himself floating high so high
in a bubble so wonderful and dear and so clear
picked up by a pocket of air and floating even more
when . . .
a lovely fairy princess appears gossamer wings your light
and then appearing again under a radiant rainbow bridge
and with one cherished and most special romantic kiss
he began waltzing with her to a melody so haunting yet pretty
and while lost in this mystical trancelike moment of splendor
the fairy princess stole his heart that was pure gold
and when he came around alone—so alone
an icy cold shiver then ran down his very spine
it was just a silly old leprechaun dream and all he thought
as I see her magic sparkling potions cast on someone else too
the big ethereal and mystical bubble of fairy elves just burst
wide open for him and all others to see while the elves
laughed raucously so hard with little warm tears running down
their little rosy cheeks . . .
the leprechaun pondered—next time Me thinks Me be more
careful with them mushrooms Me happily picks on the forest floor—
and stick to drinkin’ the old mountain forest dew with some
lovely luscious shots of the oldest Irish whiskey with a stout nip o’ gin . . . .
Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman – A Collaborated Poem, Copyright ©
All Rights Reserved (December 3, 2014)
A luscious sunrise
bereft of man's intentions
dances on my skin.