Best Milk Poems
The moss clung tightly; making it unbearable to breathe,
and she sealed her lips tighter than a clam’s— not letting the pain take over
As the stars drift silently, like ships on a lost sea of darkness,
she whispers to Hope:
“Swim free and look for the horizon, then come back to me...”
The night; collected on the leaves,
drops fell like Mermaid’s milk onto an already moist floor
Striking the shimmering tearful medium,
it gives birth to a shower of graceful pearls as the dawn awaits
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I hear your voice drift upon a cool ocean breeze;
gilded words of adoration
I glide towards it, praying that it guides me,
strengthens me,
nurtures me
like Mermaid’s milk
Touch as I might, my senses are in-different to please, my voice mute!
Be my Siren’s song and sing for me, serenade my senses back to life...
With an inquisitive tongue, I taste an almost scentless flower
It is but a wisp, a whisper, a flick of a ray of sunshine, but it was There.
So much is lost.
The rivulets of time, hear me, see me, like a ghostly apparition...
Capture me in that moment by lovingly painting me.
Sing me a song while you do,
and let the Mermaid’s milk flow again.
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Thank you David, for waiting ever so patiently for my long overdue part--
it was a very nice challenge for me to write this :)
Thank you very much for the inspiring lines...
Wont you find me here?
Drifting in an expanse of swirling storm
Outstreched fingers graze debris...
recklessly circling reminders.
Stand in the eye with me
Hold
This
Ground.
Lick our wounds rebounding
Warriors victoriously smiting circumstance
leaving wolves discouraged
disparaging darkness with insane glee
Walk here and find me
Reach out think here
You create me and I construct you
Piece me in missing places
Mending voids delicate and knowing
I slay inherited growths of insecurity
Stating truths untold to your beautiful ears
Combine
Know this warmth....
Let these branches sprawl
grow in all directions to withstand walls closing in
A grand old tree would remain...generations of our eyes
taking glance from limbs strong and true
You crush my cycle--end it's existence
I'll destroy your boundary...kill it's constriction
Our tower stronger and rooted
Yet with loftier cloud grazing height
lets disorient ourselves in this foreign altitude
Touch this sky with me
A wet mist wraps itself around my shoulders
like a damp bath towel:
while my spine shudders at its touch.
A skim-milk sky retains a bluish tinge
as a yellow sun swims behind a reef of clouds
absorbing its light like a thirsty sponge.
And I see my world through a grey lens
that distorts my vision;
like I'm wearing the wrong prescription glasses.
Both sky and land don sullied shades of grey:
as if Autumn's heart were pierced,
and its vibrant colors, all bled away.
Winter winds, laden with flakes of snow,
scatter scarlet, gold, orange, and crimson leaves:
sweeping them under a carpet of white on white,
seemingly overnight.
First Placing : Poetry Marathon 2025
Sponsor: Mark Toney
{ FREEDOM “We may want to linger, to stay, to arrest the flow and talk about it, photograph it, lyricize it. Yet this beauty is mercurial and we must let it go, for it is already slipping away to be replaced by the new.” -Stuart Sovatsky }
YELLOW FIELD OF WHEAT
Angel of Death skims blacker than tar
a skeletal knock overturning bowl of oats
smelling of frankincense and ashes
to carry you to a yellow field of wheat
where you will dance radiant waltzes
haloed free
your laughter pranced across blue walls with
Michael Jackson, Spider-Man, cheeky elves
relishing Kentucky Fried Chicken as you
played scrabble with forlorn neighbour
bony body birthing revolutions of
roulette with green life and grey death
how you endured those precision needles
wanting to drum tapered fingers on
waiting desk overflowing with car sketches
your thirteen year old bald head smiling
veins on an enchanting spring moon as our
hidden tears crystallised hospital sheets
we tried to keep up with you scoffing
encyclopaedias, Dickens and muffins alike
cancer like a chess game mastered chemo
doctors and nurses becoming kings or pawns
time was now or endless pathos stalking minds
Laurel and Hardy keeping hearts unlocked
on Merlin’s star-patterned couch you will
jokingly converse with Pele and his team
soccer ball silent under quiescent table
my ink cannot pen sad lines as I feel
your lips still sucking dripping nipple
freedom moonwalks on a
yellow field of wheat
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
I'm sure you remember that song
Well that was my grandma who was hit
And again, they got part of it wrong
See, she really was run over by reindeer
But it was nothing like they said
Those deer were driving a milk truck
That left my poor grandma nearly dead
My poor grandma just got done milking
And was putting the cows back in the field
When eight drunk reindeer in a milk truck
Crashed thru the fence and didn't yield
They just kept on going thru the barn yard
Straight thru the creek and down the hill
Grandma looked like a bug on a windshield
With pieces of her wig on that milk truck's grill
Now poor grandma never seen it coming
Cause she was looking the other way
We even found that poor womans glasses
Stuck on a scarecrow near the hay
Well, now my grandma had not been drinking
Like that song had claimed she was
But somehow they try to make it funny
Seems like those city folk always does
Well, that's about as much as I can tell you
Because the lawsuit is still pending
Those reindeer got some north pole lawyer
And we heard he's pretty good at defending
So beware of reindeer driving milktrucks
For they mean to cause your grandma harm
And don't forget try to remind your grandmas
To look both ways when she leaves the barn
"MILK"
Thirst comes at 3am
a wake,
you are immersed
in an Ocean
Dreams broken
Thirst calls you
Heat takes you
3am
Milk
A cold tall glass
chilled
slowly
swallowed
Face fronting a fridge
coolness runs it's length
of you
naked,
door is open
3am
Milk
sculled
it's coolness drips
down your neck
past your heart
to you know where...
there,
yeah,
right there
Time turns you around
fully naked, words form to sound
up against a door
freedom found
3am
Milk
Vanilla
He takes you
Heat calls you
You're an open fridge
coolness wraps
its legs around you
You cry out
with your lips swollen around
a neck, the bottle frozen
melts
He says,
“Providence,
Trust is a token"
You say,
“Love, trust is not a token",
safe word,
“Broken”
Thirst comes at 3am
Awake,
You are fully immersed
in
THE Deep Dark Ocean
Love
Trust
Bonded
Broken
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
“A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.” D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover
Sworn to secrecy, she told me it had been a long time..
as we sat swinging in a hammock in the late day sun.
'What., are you sayin' you never did it?'
I thought what my mom would do if she caught me, and replied
'brought up different I guess'.
She leaned back into the netting, perhaps chewing on what I said..
half her face streaked in sunlight.
Suddenly aware of her leg touching mine. So warm...
My cotton red racing striped trunks from Sears, with a secret webbed key pocket..her faded OshKosh B'Gosh bibs she wore all summer except on Sundays.
(Sundays were saved for wearing that white & pink pleated Victorian get up she so detested; a gift from her Grandma bought from Macy's mail order catalog)
She ribbed me with her right elbow, as she jumped clear of our swing..
when her mom yelled 'time for supper Kat!' from the front porch.
But she turned back with that dangerous look I'd learned, leaned in close, and licked across all her teeth.
'Milk's colder and better ya know..
drunk straight from the carton.'
She ran inside letting the screen door go with a full slam..!
I thought about all the times we watched Jonny Quest at her house,
eatin' our Quisp or Kaboom with that milk..., and smiled.
I kept Kat's secret safe..,'til just now anyway.
dialogue
MILK
milk like lit candle
ascending
the dark victorian stairs
ethereal
ascension of an angel
liquid
coats the throat of intended
beams
of light shoot out through her eyes
spiritual
duet of contradiction
darkness
and innocence meet in stare
penetrating
deep into each other’s soul
diluting
the contrast of dark and light
shadows
that keep them apart
7/19/2017
Strand’s Mid-Summer Standard Contest
1st Place
My lips may move and the words I speak .
Are just reflections of the people I meet.
Some times I'm strong, some times I'm meek.
But I advise you listen,I don't use double speak
My inner voice cry's out ,never trust a sneak
comp entry 14/11/2016
I hate it when people leave that last bit of milk in the jug.They bypass it for something else,
look at it and just shrug. It'll stay in the fridge wondering why it never got drank, and
eventually go rank.
“Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o’clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap.” Barbara Jordan
There’s not a single problem in the world that couldn’t be solved by sharing a cookie, a smile, and a hug. Imagine if before discussing nuclear arms or trade negotiations, our world leaders simply sat down, shared a glass of milk, a few cookies, and a quick nap. Maybe they would all dream of world peace.
No child was ever
Born with hatred and mistrust
We have taught them well
Between us is a line of silk
Still there are lovely much to milk
Stay happy and cool let things slide
Enjoy your day and be a mild
Twas the nite before and all through the house, everyone lustful even the mouse
I in my towel and her in a thong
No way in hell this night could go wrong
Then out in barn there arose such a clatter
Boobs and nuts flying we went to see what was the matter
And what to our lustful eyes do we see
But eight naked women with a santa hat just for me
So sat down i did filled with such pride
If only on me they all wanted to ride
With a titty here and ass over there
My girl with her thong yea i didnt even care
So as i settled into what i believed was a dream
With a smile that was brighter than the brightest light beam
Now you wonder what could possibly happen to make this any better
Although i got harder she got wetter
Let me enlighten you for much to my dismay
The next instant i was bound and forced to watch them play
My dick rose quick i must admit
But not one came over and offered to sit
As i was fixin to complain in my most persuasive tone
I saw my girl and the toys she was being shown
Her eyes lit up and she made her choice
Next all i heard was an odd strange little voice
Next to my ear was whispered watch as she enjoys
Watch as we stretch her with those enormous toys
Then what in this fantasy dream of mine would happen
Those eight naked women were between her legs lappen
Stroke for stroke they each shared equally
I came so fast yet they never even touched me
Finished with her they start to come my way again
And Just as my luck would have it i chose to wake up right then
So now each christmas eve i close my eyes tight and fast
Thinking maybe the dream would return and i wouldnt cum so fast
Every christmas morning turns out sadly the same
I wake up still horny with no one to blame
Dairy foods are excellent sources of calcium
Phosphorus: This is an important mineral in bones, teeth and a part of every cell in the body
Riboflavin: This vitamin supports normal vision and healthy skin. It’s important to the production of energy in your body
Protein: This nutrient builds and repairs body tissues
Magnesium: This mineral is important in building healthy bones and teeth. It’s also
important in muscle contractions and nerve impulses
vitamin A: This is an important vitamin in maintaining healthy eyes and skin. It is also important in bone and tooth growth
Vitamin B6: This vitamin helps make red blood cells and helps build proteins in your body
Vitamin b12: This vitamin prevents anemia and helps maintain healthy nerve cells
Vitamin D: This vitamin helps maintain calcium and phosphorus for healthy bones. Milk provides appreciable amounts of vitamin D
If you were paying attention, you may have noticed calcium missing from that list. That’s because the following poem is devoted to the benefits of calcium (and what happens to your body if you don’t get enough of it)
"Mother’s Milk"
I don’t know -
what would you have me say?
Life is a gourmand perfume
rolling along on the notes of air
intoxicating musk a jubilee
music you breathe and reign in
words lactonic heaven scent
stimulating the beginning and the end
in synaesthesia the let-down presents
succulent life, a moment brief and swift
a hint of warm peppered cinnamon
with gunshot sparks recalcitrant pink
a straight shot from the heady accord first off
hard points from mother’s breast rouge the plot
we drink it all in
life is the sweetest illusion
bittersweet and burnt bent
we are all drunk to it;
before we begin,
we begin again,
we are swallowed large
into this small life
like an unknown mystery
karmic charms chime in
fragrant and in fragrant notes
recalcitrant journeys
roads less taken
sweet and bitter almonds
we hear the distant bells chime
we sign off reluctantly
to only begin it all again
Candide Diderot. ‘25