Best Relish Poems
Would you be proud,
would you tell me out loud
If you were still on this Earth ?
Would your eyes well with tears,
would you smile and say “ cheers “
would you feel I am someone of worth ?
Would you wrap me up tight in your arms with delight ?
Would you see that I now have a purpose?
Would you now believe
it was so hard to leave my old life that resembled a circus ?
Would your heart swell with love ?
would I fit like a glove
into the family you nurtured ?
Would you tell all your friends ?
would your love never end
now you see that my prospects I furthered ?
I see you in dreams and your face seems to beam with that beauteous light that surrounds you .
I just pray that you see , that there’s lots more to me
than the girl that you left far behind you .
Could you be close by ?
Are you near when I cry
In the wind softly drying my tears ?
Could it be your embrace ?
Is the sun on my face ?
Stroke my arm when I’m facing my fears ?
Would you gift me a sign that you’re hearing my rhyme?
That my words have been able to touch you ?
Every moment I relished,
conversations I cherish.
How I wish I could reach out and clutch you.
Though you have now gone
your wise words linger on,
they’re engraved in my mind now forever.
Through the veil that divides,
This tie will survive.
I’ll not let our bond ever sever.
“Life is short. Relish it from beginning to end, and share your joy in it with friends and family." by author of poem
Sip the delight of life as if it were fine wine.
Savor it as you would savor every morsel of a delicious feast.
Life will not always be easy,
So you must take advantage of every precious moment.
Dance, sing, laugh, chase fireflies, and watch the sun rise and set.
Such simple things as these are free.
Life is a gift, and once you open it,
It is more important that you share it with loved ones.
Teach your children the joy of living so that
Your joy in living it will extend itself for generations to come.
RELISH THE RICHNESS
luscious
notions
attempt
to demonstrate
vibrancy
touchingly subdued
original
precisely
endured
refashioned
fulsomely
in
gorgeous
desired
voluptuousness
feminine
apparent nonchalance
inhabiting
&evoking
sevelteness
semi-revealed
conscious
twinned
with entitlement
intriguingly
sensuous
stunningly
nurturing
the surreal
What a horrible thought it would make
to think a pastry chef would ever bake
a delicate confection we know as cake
with chopped pickles...Oh, what a fake!
I prefer relish on a juicy hot dog in a bun
but not a relish cake. No, thank you, hun.
Not even a taste if you held a loaded gun.
That's all I have to say, and now I'm done...
except to note this is not for the contest
judged by the one who thinks she's the best.
Bright, red, tart cranberries boil
with white sugar sweet
cooled the sauce is mixed with nuts
orange rinds a treat
chilled to perfection
served beside
yum!
*I'm thankfull for my health.
Instead of playing your regular playlist
Just shuffle the playlists one day
And yes, you should not skip, I insist...
What wil happen now?
You will hear your least fav song first
You will be upset, but still you know
Your favourite songs are also in the list
And so you will wait for it
But next, You'll hear another least favourite
This time, you won't be upset
You will just keep calm and hear it, I bet
And again, It will play your least fav
And now, you will be enjoying this process
But you won't easily express.
You will start noticing the interesting bits
And eventually fall in love with those least hits..
Now that's what happens in life
When we know what's there for us
When we happen to guess
We certainly lack the sheer enthusiasm
So don't be too attentive
Don't plan aggressively
Don't follow the time table
Cos, if we know
What's on the row
We can't relish,
For happiness lies
in the random things...
So go shuffle your playlist
Shuffle your time table
Be beguiled
Be a curious child
Life will be interesting...
August 26 2022
I relish sparring repartee of clever quips...
Particularly, when voicing and/or
writing bon mots doth betake
chuckling clownlike me
rumbled stilled skin,
and e'en rouses
this mummified corpse
(asleep for bajillion years)
among sleepers awake,
where mine inside belly
doth pleasantly ache
jollity the best medicine
most thus spoke Zarathustra,
asper nonpareil persona
American radio broadcaster
Doctor Demento would attest,
one need not buy,
nor spend real or "FAKE"
money, yet brilliant come
back (as averred by
unnamed modest chap)
sweeter than New York cheesecake
moist definitely more
delectable than grubstake
jamming gobstopper with
yodels, ring dings,
or mouth size edible
chocolate candied drake,
a propensity for parrying
thrusts humorously recently
adopted, though occasionally
embarrass self,
and perhaps I might
momentarily even forsake
such wordplay, but
honing humorous turns
of phrases come roaring
back to partake, and
appease simple pleasure
inexplicably to satiate
passion with English
Language and slake
unquenchable thirst
experiencing euphoria,
vis a vis yours truly
melding, jump/kick starting,
forging, distilling
reasonable rhyme
(albeit short lived) giddy
as if I won sweepstake
this newfound affinity
with whittling words
manifested during opaque
throes of fatherhood,
when ceaseless parental
demands sought fast break
from learning to
accommodate lest stressful
overwhelming anguish
found me undertake
king oft times frazzled state,
where among great
anonymous dead poets
society, posthumous renown
would be small consolation
for widowed missus,
whose then two little girls,
(now grown to womanhood)
would inconsolably shake
for ever and anon drowning
their sweet sorrows,
where profuse tears
engender lachrymose lake.
I hold you.
And bite you.
You drip down my chin..
I really just didn't know
Where to begin
My teeth as they sink
Through the layers of joy
Encouraged by lentil
Enraptured by soy
There are moments and layers
In life we should cherish;
None ever so blissful
As encountering relish
Or the pickly thing
Or the goo that's so cheesy
Yet it's not, we're OK
My conscience still frees me
For a burger is life.
With it's multiple facets
And the creatures we love..
Well, they're more than just assets
So dive in and be free
To celebrate goodness
Free from harm or distress
Something wholesome and bloodless
Your body will thank you
The planet will send
A sigh of relief
To some four legged friend
We can all live together
Without fear or distressing
For a burger is life.
It's the truth. And no messing.
Jinjagoliath
30th July 2023
God Embelish and Relish
God, You I truly will embellish,
And pay honor to and also relish;
Pray each day,
With words I say;
Be in haven one day is where I wish.
James Horn Religious Poem Series
A regret of a huge weight
carved in a feel of hurt
installed a pain in vein..
The soul freezed in time
stripped of warmth
denied enlivening beats..
A regret of a huge weight
for not being..
not doing..
not living..
***
There would always be
a joy missed
a life switched
a love not dared
and skipped..
There would always be
words not weaved
voices not spoken
paths not trodden..
***
A regret of a huge weight
its doors I have to lock
and keep chasing out
wistful thoughts..
Gates of possibilities
I need to unlock
and deep inside
contentment and peace
I need to restore..
***
Done with the unreachable
through with the inconceivable
I surrender to the words
gift
and what I can attain
I relish..
I relish being hungry for popslop grub...
(on second thought lemme join anorexic club
until rib cage protruding taut and visible
doubling as drum to drub
synchronized with heart that goes lub dub).
She painstakingly lovingly doth strew
haphazardly she threw
leftovers together,
this snowy December seventeenth
two thousand twenty
thoroughly cooked in microwave until...
poor excuse for my meal appeared
with consistency of shoe leather.
Think of the missus not afraid
to experiment buzzfeeding me
questionable resultant glop pantomimed
for my guessing pleasure
never in bajillion years
as amateurish Marcel Marceau charade
performance courtesy the spouse,
an entrée she gave - yours truly
immediately sought to evade
me subsequently evincing
horrific puckered mealy mouth
as though I swallowed hand grenade
figurative exploding oral cavity
feeble futile gesticulation inveighed.
Thus, methinks himself wise
to don cooking apron
please do not ask why
trumpeting self as master chef boyardee
so move over wife and allow husband to try
his hand (using skill - let) me prepare Thai
and/or other Asian cuisine dish,
cuz when free to potschke
(To fuss or "mess around"
inefficiently and inexpertly), I haint shy
to blend (indiscriminately) ingredients
ofttimes yours truly barley able to ply
boiling water since significant other
does not give this garden variety
and generic, gimlet eyed
gourmandizing guilt free
Earth friendly gumption goaded guy.
Every so often yours truly
gets so hungry, he could
(not neigh sayimself) eat a horse
(yours truly jest kidding hoof course)
truth be told, I only eat one meal per day
all day from son up to son down, me a force
tubby reckoned with,
who if he gives way to vice
event chew wooly experiences remorse.
Hum glad to share mine reasonably rhyming hook
twenty six letters linkedin amidst
various combinations, formations, permutations,...
allows, enables, and provides a look
into the mindscape of Matthew Scott Harris
doth show himself with steely dangling
nonsense with sense and sensibility he forsook.
When she cried tears of joy
it is rare I'm sure
You look forward to it too
For she was thoroughly entertained
She was the center of our attention
while she glowed to fill the room with her being
her being pure sincere demure
It touched my heart although it was a bit to bear
And when she touched my arm
I knew that she remembered
Can you still grasp me trembling on the ledge?
Your braw heart was precautious to dive in.
Do you spot me pause seeking out a pledge?
Can you still grasp me trembling on the ledge?
A strong leaf turns to a caring skin hedge.
To taste my zeal in your arms and within.
Can you still grasp me trembling on the ledge?
Your braw heart was precautious to dive in.
Written: March 20, 2023
I relish, I cherish
All my happy happenings
turn delicate saplings
to be planted in my memory garden.
I nurture and nourish,
keep them fresh to flourish
spreading branches of joy,
rejoicing me off and on or all on a sudden!
I cherish happy happenstances,
those stirring emotive instances
of blissful bygone days!
So many lovely memories
flash, sparkle in bright rays,
chasing present wearies-worries.
My dreamy desires look behind
rapturous reminiscences to rewind.
Posy of sweet stories in series
blooming as flowers of memories.
I relish
to ruminate long-lost past
I cherish
tit-bit fragments of events
with Grandparents, Parents,
my siblings, my friends, and my love,
dearest children over above!
I cherish all memorable moments.
04/06/21
First Place
'All Yours (Apr 30 ) Contest by Brian Strand
Your cheeks curve into a buxom embrace.
it's awesome to see you in the mirror.
a little flirting is more than good pace
Your cheeks curve into a buxom embrace.
you are conscious about your selfhood grace
You're thinking of poems that may cheer her.
Your cheeks curve into a buxom embrace.
it's awesome to see you in the mirror.
Written: February 23, 2023