Best Pon Poems
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Fondle like
Fondue
her love ‘pon
mine tongue
to match its warmth
I dare not do
Elizabeth
Poe loved you
as I could
For the one
stuck south sea
blankets
warm feet
and tea
'pon the rose trellis
last pale pink rose of summer..
roses' nectar kiss
from lips of lover
rose flavored kisses what bliss..
ummmm ahhh rose kisses
Written this day:November 11, 2012
Written by: Sara Kendrick
Looking forward all winter for my vacation
A three-day excursion put on by We Are One Nation
We parked our RV’S near the foothill,
then hiked and climbed top of the cliff and met Will
When the sign appeared Reggae Pon the Mountain,
we were quickly escorted to the water fountain
Come and jam to the tunes of the Marleys
Hanga-langa and check out the Harleys
The Jamaican food—colorful, soulful—sublime
One look and I knew right away I would need more time
to enjoy Reggae 'Pon The Mountain
We bought masks, jewelry and tasted the cookies
Ingredients pure, strong, overwhelmed—we felt like rookies
C’mon stay mon, enjoy the music all day, sangalanga on Topanga
You know the Canyon known for the rock-stars?
Three days of festive delight, tonight be romantic, sleep in your cars!
Our host thanked us and said Jah be with you, Rastafari
We waved as he drove off in his Ferrari
We’ll be back tomorrow for the Caribbean callaloo
where we’ll stay all day and enjoy the hullaballoo
A music festival up on the mountain
French rose accented by carnation pink
'Pon black flannel nightgown well-worn faded
An old gown once deep black as darkest ink
Now washed to a softness by life not jaded
Pinky fingers curved by arthritic joints
Hair white with age like a shining halo
Gown of pink roses washed dull by innocents
Wishes come true tossed 'pon distant rainbow
If only can never change the past's wrongs
Nor darken the faded black nightgown
Nor restore dark blonde where it belongs
It only can fuel esteem beaten down
Life issues some hard blows upon mankind
Shake off regret, to do better be resigned
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Contest: Think Pink
Written: October 16, 2013
Tuesday, 12:00 am
Tonight t'was the stars
I'll cascade a memorizing moon
Glimmering sanctified silence
along with
trickling twilight for
iconoclast ink,
the serpentine key to
sacred myrrh melodies
of my heirloom heart~
O glamorous specs of
citrine care to each
unravelling amber acrostic.
Under wakening oaks
blooming fuchsia fairytales
and coral morganites
of swallowing solitude,
I weave autumn aventurines
of the daring
despicable and an
endearing enigma
of woeful
belladonna blues.
Whilst stirring up wrinkled
jasper jupiters of
milky ways in
weary kaleidoscopic
eyes of a moon
pearled blanket,
my honeyed haikus
roar a beryl spar against
virtuoso villanelles
for mystical
shimmering spotlights
in a tourmaline moon dance~
Along sapphire sonnets
of idealized introspection
gurgling inside woe
casting whirls,
I ponder of whom is
able to grasp iridescent
chords of my sodalite soul
as well as the vocal
verses of
cinder cinquains~
For my soaked stanzas
of jade juxtapositions
are topaz tattoos
of pleasant peridots
of every trickling tear;
yet to remain wiped away.
In an heart sickened
topia of lilt lilacs
and magnificent miracles,
I forsooth you'll discover
a poetess' daffodil dreams
wrapped in blankets of
moonstone metaphors~
Waltzing under
whimsical wisteria in
lavender ballrooms
of gazing serenity sestinas,
I wonder the bliss
of lolite lagoons
in alluring dreams
an elysian ear shall
be lent to the
ode oasis of my
soft hesitant herald heart
and that vexed verses
of sojourned stanzas
will be understood.
Sailing clouds ply Nights azure seas
Like brooding wraiths.
By one alone is my heart engloved.
The Beautiful Dawn.
‘pon a Northbound Breeze
Listen as you close your eyes
whispers sweet a’ call your name
floating forth of chestnut skies
tucked between the falling rain
softly from my lips does flow
wishes in a shimmered blend
so my love this night you know
‘pon a northbound breeze I send
Good night Soupers
dine out 'pon good food
salad soup entre' dessert
chocolate molten cake
getting dressed for date
all my pants shrunk at cleaners
lie down to zip up
Sponsor: Michael J. Falotico
Contest: "What Makes You Smile, What Makes You Frown"
Someone's words had reached me,
a word I've heard so far away,
a word I've seen a mile away,
a word whose presence hides away;
but no one is listening;
thus it knocked 'pon my door.
Someone's thoughts had reached me,
a thought whose mind had died away,
a thought whose message twas thrown away,
a thought whose vision had lost it's way;
but no one was thinking;
thus it knocked 'pon my door.
Someone's heart had reached me,
a heart whose tears had long since dried,
a heart whose chest still beats alive,
a heart whose love had never stopped trying;
but no one would love it;
thus it knocked 'pon my door.
.
she talk'd tuh me
whilst
you guess'd it
or
maybe
y'all read thuh
title
The rain pon the windowsill
The pounding of my heart
The sound that looms round
the empty room
And rends my soul apart
The pillow next, not damp like mine
unslept on lo these many years
yet stained a bit with drops of wine
Spilled along with bitter tears
That beleaguer me and always will
Like the rain upon
...The window sill…
.
for my
convenance
leopard
fundament wink's
skirt
tuh die for
'blue'
strapless bikini top
(((pop)))
pardon mine
verbosity
yet
she wait'd
at thuh basin uv
hern hang
sea's edge
for
mine
excite
tap
.
'twuz
merely
ourn lips
In slow mo'
hern pixie
crept front mine
Can ya feel me
that little chill
goose's bumps
pressing inside 'gainst mine flannel
az
hern mitts
SNATCH
latched mine dome's tresses
pulling
mine see
mine hear mine breathe
mine lips
front hern
our eyes never shut
az she presssed
her thick
moist
warm
flush mine eager
.
thump
thump
thump
bump
bam
slam
Tramp
troupe
troupe
troupe
astute
bam
slam
Tramp
.
fromg her whisper
unto hern wet
cleverly
naiad soft
hern speak
yesss
lures this scop into
hern depths
mine
deaths