Best Peppery Poems
Scorpion sting is more painful
than the venom of a snake;
headache,cold,fever coupled
with peppery feelings.
On lifting the old wet brick,
It moves swiftly to 'bite me',
Scorpionegge sensation flows
through my vein to Gwen.
Olusegun Arowolo
Contest:'Bite Me' by Linda-Marie
Categories:
peppery, animals, nature,
Form:
Dodoitsu
Give the people what they want,
let them have it quickly
The pot is on the boil,
hissing steam
Desires of an improper seethe
Angry thoughts on a roil,
the patience of diligence dissipating
Hurriedly, they the cast the peppery vote
For they all savor a king:
they alova his sweet, dainty speech
A savior king made of decaying flesh,
provides a nasty tasting
An unsightly welcome
to a feast of fools
Reaching clamorously for their
salty tongue tools
Their left hand holds the fork,
the right hand grips the knife
And belly growls
silver spoon demand
for the promised porridge
to be poured out more than twice
They have a gluttonous delight
for deceitful meat
The richness of the spice
gives the poor, ballot-starved souls
a covetous appetite
They say it don’t platter matter,
‘bout the color of the meat
But it seems the flavor tone changes,
when you turn up the heat
Give the people what they want ...
let them have it, poll quickly
Ever desirous for morsels of deceit —
Put a knife to the throat,
when that elected, grin ruler speak
Categories:
peppery, perspective, political, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Written: February 08, 2024
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Scarlet lips susurrous softly,
amid quiescence of dusk
bequeath beamily beguin beats
within our sumptuous souls.
As grace echoes in crimson,
tears trickle toward titillating face
vital words are shared in embrace,
eliciting a warm scintilla that crams,
my heart to the brim,
our euphoria shall shut out the world
Such are your lovely virtues,
scarlet swing, swirl, and splendor,
mellifluous plea of my heartbeat.
Perhaps this flesh is gossamer,
wrapped around wintry bones,
until I hear the timbre of your voice.
We should meet at dusk,
as the sunshine is waning.
Daffodils light up my mane,
peppery sanguine sepals.
lusting lyrics lost like lines
Join me at dusk,
softly swinging
across stardust lips
of weary soul, singing in embers
drawn down dunes deter
We should meet at dusk,
as our skin melts into night linen,
and we sit beneath the moonlight,
not requiring any words,
floating on seahorses,
amid sapphire blue waves,
and waltzing to sea-angel moans.
We should meet at dusk,
to show me your soft hands,
wrap me in rose petals,
slow-burning summer opening.
We should meet at dusk,
with quartz amethysts
cravings for whispers of the future,
while never departing.
I shall wrap my ribs around yours,
sustained and pianissimo.
kindly apply your fingertips,
and tiptoe down my spine.
We should meet at dusk,
and, well, simply kiss me,
throw me a steamy embrace,
will fade into wildflower shades.
we whisper as silence draws,
shy, pink, fizzy, sizzling apple spirits.
I retain a nightly tally,
hours on given days
amidst the quiet murk of waiting
you embody my soul.
I almost lost faith
soaking in a velvety eclipse,
years flew by lacking your love,
which goes hollow until you smile.
I attempted to forget,
the curves of your body,
and sweat-formed salt puddles,
dewing on the warm golden dome,
those were milestone spots
of mutual delight.
Kisses resemble seaports.
such a visceral map to feel
that plagues my dreams.
Years of seclusion occurred,
erosion-prone, and sallow
a memory-bound state,
that yearns solely for,
your trustworthy love.
Categories:
peppery, analogy, appreciation, beauty, love,
Form:
Free verse
To The North Pole Of Course (Part Two)
The farmlands, bridges and countrysides woosh by in a rush
then vanish before my eyes at a hundred and twenty six miles per hour.
My mind is traveling at the speed of Donner and Blitzen. It goes through a magical hourglass only to nestle inside a cinnamon scented wagon that is infused with the clanking of fine china cups. A peppery scent of hot chocolate perfumes the air and lands on my palate, sweetly.
While I am being ushered forth into Christmas, I sift through time, backpedaling swifter than Santa's mistletoe kiss.
I hear his rippling laughter and melt like butter.
My extra sensory perception picks up the echoes through the halls of my memory
and I say to myself, " I think I'm going home, to the North Pole of course."
Categories:
peppery, appreciation, christmas,
Form:
Narrative
Ode to Odd
Hail strangeness in all its many ways.
Its peppery and spices boring days.
A different mold was used for each of us.
Variation going on without the fuss.
We are balanced by a single inner thread,
to keep on doing the norm our culture bred.
What joy! to be unique in all the world,
and watch to see your special flag unfurl.
Feel no shame when they say and think you're odd.
It’s the blessing of a special touch by God.
5/7/17
Categories:
peppery, community, confidence,
Form:
Ode
If you want to keep
your expanding
civil liberty weight down,
we suggest you try the alphabet dictator soup
It’s demagogue-approved to keep the
public scrutiny town hall gavel pounds off of you
The letters F ... R ... E ... E are not in the can,
and radical talk chowder is totalitarian banned
You best clam up, if you know what’s healthy for you
But the split-lip pea soup tastes great liquefied,
if your jaws need to be wired shut
Fat ideas of human rights
will get you shipped to Siberia
on a dissident Weight Watchers bus
Sugary sweet intoxicating wine of independent thought
will get you government-issued gulag cloth
So don’t get drunk on too much First Amendment talk
Here’s something else you might want to try on the menu,
our peppery, Black Boot fascist veggie stew
It’s guaranteed to give you a mean kick
Only 100-percent propaganda tofu
is offered in this meatless, bicameral dish
No harmful voter allergens to alarm you,
and it’s debate-free healthy too
This totalitarian menu will slim your political weight
down so fast, it will shock you
Just watch what a few rubles a day can do
I know you still have cravings
for some red meat democracy
Need I remind you: this is a
media roast-free, autocratic dinner party
You will be amazed at what
a few influence-peddling dollars will buy
But please be advised:
Stay away from any amended second helpings
of the rich, decadent General Custard pie
Aw, shot ... it’s double-barreled delicious,
but it got major health concerns,
no Krispy Kremlin lie
Too many Constitutional calories
in each serving of this American dish
We urge you ... implore you ...
demand you not to give it a try
Those who taste too much sweet liberty,
tend to kick their totalitarian diet to the curbside
Categories:
peppery, metaphor, political, satire, truth,
Form:
Verse
"A Duel"
By Rachel Heffington
Long ago in a valley green,
Where a thriving hamlet once had been
Was a rubb-ly castle, hidden well
By maples tall, in a shady dell.
The penants, fluttery once, and gay,
Now hung in shreds- a faded gray;
The tower was crumbly, the dias leaked,
And in the dungeon the mouses squeaked.
Now, Squire Cliff and Baron Bim,
(Both plum full of peppery vim)
Engaged in a duel on the weedy lawn
As the edge of night gave way to dawn.
The Baron, (insulted) and the Squire (quite red
With anger) their stout hearts quivered with dread.
None wanted to fight, they dallied and stalled,
"3 Paces!" which words their courage dulled.
But neither would give it up as a joke-
"What we need s'for Bim (th'old Baron) to choke!"
The sun had climbed higher, now quite in the sky,
They drew swords and poised, "Hark! Where comes that cry?!?!"
Repeated! And from the dell came a maid,
With basket and blanket, their arms she stayed-
"Kind Squire! Good Baron! You mustn't fast!
Come, bury the hatchet, enjoy this repast!
Reluctant, but grateful, each laid down his arms,
Exploring instead, a beef-pasty's charms.
They kissed and made up o'er a cup o' darjeeling,
And surely there was quite a brotherly feeling.
And so the adage shall henceforth be,
"All's well that ends with a cup of tea!"
Categories:
peppery, food, friendship, funny, peace,
Form:
1. They said the meeting point
between your traits and swagger
has dislocated
and your newly acquired awful image
is beyond reversal.
But hey! I do not fall for obscurantism
on your honor, my senses are on sentry duty
even when peers run amok cos of you.
loving you has become my leisure vade mecum
so mister, wherever you are broken
I’d love to be your plaster.
Chorus
A huge joke you are,
yet a major in my mind
a decay rejected by the vultures
yet I love you still
even when you throw me down,
I’ll understand it’s who you are
I’ll fall with my hands intact
to shield you from probably falling with me.
2. It is true that your identity
is so bloated to the point those who envy you
are suitable targets to miserable mockers.
Your score hits no one’s pass mark
and your partial current's charm
is a shibboleth of attraction.
it’s not a lie that your deeds
flummoxes matured eyes
downplaying the hope of their acceptance
and a repellant to their minds,
yet I billow in this madness to long for your touch.
Chorus
A huge joke you are,
yet a major in my mind
a decay rejected by the vultures
yet I love you still
even when you throw me down,
I’ll understand it’s who you are
I’ll fall with my hands intact
to shield you from probably falling with me.
3. Not a slacker, just a being
who correctly, no one recommends
yet acts arrogant and foolish
despite been in a one-man’s domain
one rare good encounter
and you expect me to amortize with my own bed.
I am very wrong to be dismayed
b’cos you’re a well known jerk.
Stop this folly I self acclaimed
but you’re already a peppery paste
and a locust I leave my cotton unprotected to.
Chorus x 3
A huge joke you are,
yet a major in my mind
a decay rejected by the vultures
yet I love you still
even when you throw me down,
I’ll understand it’s who you are
I’ll fall with my hands intact
to shield you from probably falling with me.
Categories:
peppery, abuse, adventure, betrayal, devotion,
Form:
Lyric
Softly dressed in a black top to hinge
Brown chinos skirt and beige watch
Hair resplendent in curly full fringe
With cute accessories to match
Her voice rings out in a velvety tone
“Obim oh, am gonna love you”
Heart filled with sweetness so prone
Her food rests on a meal of fish
Fish prepared in diverse forms
Its sauce slushed with peppery dish
Mellowed by drinks, so fizzy they burn
In her anger, she struts with a raging heat
Her strides, pressured by a desire to excel
Like the wind, filled with the beat
Of many shoes and waiting to exhale
Categories:
peppery, people, , cute,
Form:
Free verse
Rain storm
Twas spectacular, storm of summer storms
natures animosity, and fury
Peppery grey clouds soberly transforms
glorious day into horror story,
silver spears pelted earth in such glory
illuminated electrified arc
horizon to horizon, sight blurry
mist from evaporation, must embark
Create pure place of sanctuary, build an ark.
Categories:
peppery, boat, future, nature, rain,
Form:
Rhyme
I guess I'm at that point when a few
things seem to make sense
Thankfully I don't seem to be alone in
this case
Normally i can analyze how i feel or
what the situation might mean but....
Right now I'm clueless because even
those who went throught it don't
remember.
Maybe I need a different outlook or
something, but honestly
I wonder why I had to feel that way
which is causing this feeling I have
now
Then I thought it was simple and all
would be fine
Hardly did I seek out my people, they
sought me out though
i can never express how much it
means, i was so naive
Thinking I needed only one person,
now I realize
Its not necessarily a feeling to
discribe, for one I have this;
Peppery feeling in my stomach and
this.......
So I guess what I'm feeling could be
summarized as
This is a time
That I pine for something I dont know
I know sometime God will sometime
show
And at the appropriate time I will
come out
Just because of those who surround
me
P.S: this is dedicated to my people
that i'll always love and who have
been there and really influenced my
composition, and they all are these
really smart funny and lovely people,
Wura Oyegoke, Loro Oyegoke,Oyin
Oyegoke,Lasebikan Tiwatayo,Lolade
Adeniran. You guys have really been
there.
Categories:
peppery, thank you, time,
Form:
Romanticism
Midst exciting functional cooking session
provoking strong eating urges’ passion
my appetite strides for flavorful progression
brave to defy menus’ farting repercussion.
There’s sizzling pride in hot arrogance, deeply fried
buttered selfishness floats atop oil, dairy-fied
turmeric-colored hypocrisy becomes chillified
all oozing with toxic apathy, nonchalantly garlickied.
Then, smoothie doubt shimmers along unbelief’s iridescence
dissatisfaction-shake bubbles against greed’s effervescence
ingratitude latte blends well with unforgiving senescence
pessimism froth radiates negativism’s gloomy presence.
Oh, salad-filled praise plate suppresses gluttony, so savoury
sumptuous thanksgiving buffet melts sugar-coated flattery
special compassion servings surpass covetousness’ territory
saucy sharing soup shuts selfishness, bitterly peppery.
Yet, impatience-steak challenges rudeness-indigestion
as slothfulness desserts tempt mediocrity-salivation
sautéed jealousy veggies cause haughty taste buds’ vexation
bringing sweetened bad mouthing* toward belly-bloating’s fartixation.
*Matthew 15:11 Not that which goeth into the mouth defileth a man; but that which cometh out of the mouth, this defileth a man.
October 6, 2021
4th place, "May The Gas Be With You Part 2" Poetry Premier Writing Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 10/9/2021.
Categories:
peppery, blessing, cheer up, christian,
Form:
Rhyme
Minni is five
she is peppery
uncle tell me a story of queens
hey I know only kings not queens
not even princes or princesses
they come after kings
so kings?
no queens.
kings?
queens.
she stomps her little feet
I give her queen candy
queen books
queen pix
queen game
I want real queens
she proclaims
real queens?
hey, there are no queens in India
all queens are now housewives
I want housewives then
so I marry a girl
and get her a queen
Queen loves her
Queen gives her milk
Queen gives her love
Minni is happy
she is five
she is fifteen
she is twenty five
she is all
my adopted child
Small Gifts - Contributing to Other's Happiness - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Brian Johnston
Poet: Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
date of composition: 04 December, 2014
Categories:
peppery, love,
Form:
Prose
You’ll do it yourself – the day after the doctor
said, “no heavy lifting.” And your husband
(dreaming again) insisted on a patriarchal turkey
like you always used to have, when he’d
handle the fowl part of Thanksgiving.
You fixed side-dishes; but cooking giblets,
stuffing the bird, making gravy – that was his
domain. You just stayed out of his way.
But this morning – 20 pounds of thawed raw
flesh in the sink – he swore he couldn’t
remember a thing about it, so it’s up to you.
Lifting down the great ceramic crock
from the top-shelf cabinet; mixing chunks
apple, celery, onion, mushroom, cornbread for
the stuffing… well why not, it’s up to you,
you have some cabbage in the fridge
that needs using, and cabbage has such a sweet-
peppery taste. Stuff the cavities, ease that
ponderous turkey onto its rack in the oven.
Three cookbooks spread out on the table, full
of theories on salting or not, stuffing
or not, how long at what temp… you’ll
just wing it. That’s how a bird gets through life.
Categories:
peppery, family, holiday,
Form:
Free verse
A shiny penny fell to the ground,
and the face of Caesar
started spinning
ear candy propaganda around
Sparkling tales
of a former, dark ale kingdom
Oar barrel sales
that spread liquor violence
under a rising Western horizon
The little copper-voice image said:
“Mankind emerged from the Dark Ages,
when us abominable Yeti men
stole the fire that fell from the sky ...
And lit those caves in ice-melting stages —
Our wholly brimstone aim
was to rewrite the Word of God pages”
His cloned Caligula tone cackled on:
“From the ancient prow to the modern rocket;
we’ve woven tavern tall tales,
and tailored mariner lies
to fit inside a used merchandise cranial pocket”
Then with rusty, rhetoric rumbles of pale reprobate regret,
the talking penny bazaar head
stopped spinning, and fell flat dead
And in the miry sinking place where his peppery mint scent lay,
a Messiah message was salt written in the wet parchment clay:
The black orb
sucking light down
into the polar mouth socket
Is a doubled over Fourth kingdom,
failed coup of a Davy locket
Silver urn buried ashes on the Adam backside
of a naked Eve courtroom docket
Sin bilked holes that are trick stick dug ...
bank shot in an empty side pocket
Look for the firmament cue:
Metallic tales
of a future dark L kingdom
Oak casket sales ...
trafficking in graven idol violence
under a fading Western sun
Penny wise Lucifer ...
pyramid scheme falling
The prince of darkness rolling
the solid white lie —
His hard spherical,
lip-smacking skullduggery cry:
Telling the sin striped clay balls
that they won’t die
The black orb
sucking souls down
into the Magog mouth socket
Is a doubled over Fourth kingdom,
which failed to harm
a single Lamb of God locket
Beware, covetous ones —
Don’t fall into the bottomless hole
of Satan’s dark side pocket!
Categories:
peppery, history, religious, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Epic