Best Palates Poems

For years before the narrow windows of my senses
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Words in italic by Angeline Lim
Words in regular font by Timothy Hicks



Hydrangea blues
blooming in seven colors
versatile at heart
 
Storm clouds in a tantrum and yet
the rainbow
 
Gently wipes away a facade
reveals a layer
hidden within
 
Pretty just like yesterday
red-hot pokers
 
Playing fireworks 
on lovers' palates 
scintillating...

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French Bread
	
	
	Your index finger 
	draws figure-eights 
	in the dusting of flour 
	on the counter top 
	where you lean
	quite casually, 
	watching as I make 
	a loaf of French bread. 
	Then, laughing a bit, 
	you insert your powdery finger 
	into my right ear. 
	
 	I’m startled... 
	I...

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He writes to me in curly cues painting 
fractals on pressed paper made of rice.
Shreds of simple stalks are beaten to 
bare the smoothness of his script.

We have not known each other long
but we have known each other since
man first made fire, the poet and...

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Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it 
be salted? It is henceforth cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men. Matthew 
5:13 KJV 

In ancient history, salt was sought and bartered. In...

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Know Thyself
(one of the two Delphic commands of Apollo)



For years before the narrow windows of my senses
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The lowly turnip
Earthy, fleshy
Roots falling from its eyes
Fed to  livestock
One of God’s root crops
Yet deemed  untasty
By most palates 

Carrots and potatoes
Receive accolades
Carrots in orange party dress
So crunchy and sweet 
Fit in the school child’s lunch box
Potatoes in russet  brown
Mashed, fried and frittered
Prized...

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Cardboard boxes, full of surprises;
celebratory treasures rest,
beneath the evergreen branches; 
stacks of color.

Bellies smiling, hiding 
delectable, culinary delights. 
My child-heart swells with joy, 
while palates dance a waltz.
Emotion rides on clouds of serotonin.

Christmas builds
another miraculous memory
and the old year, ends with elation.
My taste buds are...

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Even though you may not be looking, always believe that love is cooking.Quote - Poet’s own
Bake love each day the whole of your life
Mixed with fervour and all kinds of spice
Everything you've ever hungered for
Hopes, dreams, wishes and all you adore.

Stir in measureless ardent passion...

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Surfing the web is an imperfect science
          Putting the screws to each steadfast alliance

And while it is far from flawless, too
          This "Poetry Soup" is a hot,...

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Written April 11, 2025, for Contest Sponsored by Edward Ibeh

Quote: 1/ “The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” ? Rumi

           2/ "Many times we pick at the bitter, rusty scabs that form...

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Cheese lovers possess
Dancing palates, tapping taste buds
And smiles…joyous cheese!
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Water lapping at edge of the boat beneath the silence of the sky
Swaying branches of mopane trees and fish eagles cry
Wind of changing seasons and melting palates of hue
in the blood red sunset glow and murky silvery water blue

Elephants in numbers dot the shores
hippo’s and...

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Lucky Dip  (cut-out poem)
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fish
for a
bargain
affordable 
at a discount
where the majority
of shoppers
with
their 
cuddly puppies
watch time 
go
by
savouring
fresh
quality
fruit & veg
followed
by 
stuffed pork rolls
and
mousse dessert
with
dark
exquisite sweetness
for
demanding palates
where
quality costs less
sweet luxury
surprises
for
lovers 
of
strong
delicate 
flavours.


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Author: Paul Callus ~ 16th March 2014
Contest: Cut-up Poems/Word Collage
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
Placing: 7th...

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When dictators purchase our guns,
we wade through blood to deliver.
And take their cash without remorse
while riddled bodies still quiver.

Big egos and pampered palates
impose subsistence starvation.
And enforced illiteracy
results in mental stagnation.

Children suckle on bitter tears,
scratching a living from the earth.
And there is no escaping pain,
hunger's a...

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