Best Salted Poems
Salted kisses
The ferocious rolling waves
Were broken by the shoreline
Into gentle caressing streams
Wet, fine, white sand grains
Gently scouring and washing with each new step
Left our feet spick-and-span
Glassy specks of sea salt crystals
Trapped in your jet black hair
Reflected the distant lights
In the glory of the full moon’s light;
A hundred tiny stars twinkling in your hair
The sparkle in your eyes; yet, unsurpassed
A black halo formed around your face
By your long hair, blown by the cold sea breeze
The longer tendrils gently brushing against my face
Your sweet fragrance gently wafted into my face
In my goose pimpled skin, I tingled
As our lips merged in a warm salty embrace
Tongues, moist and probing
In search of each other's sensual treasures
My desired eternity, glimpsed in an instant
Such long walks on the beach
A lifetime in a pleasant beach house
Fill my dreams of you and I
March 4, 2017
Crystal sapphirine salted leaf,
The forlorn friend of aqua rose.
Memories of ages, only the leaf knows.
Bright blue tears of eternal grief.
The wedding bands confirm our love.
Passion, ardent affection for life.
I and Lenore forever my wife,
Beautiful as a pure white dove.
The eye of the rose reflects all,
You see the past in a single glance.
The aqua rose: Lenore, did me enhance.
Away she flew, to kingdom hall.
Why? Did she die; I do not know.
Answers in the blue crystal salt,
Sapphirine leaf will sorrow halt.
I eat the leaf for status quo,
My heartbeat quickens, then a smile.
Lenore, my wife doth call me hither.
Aqua rose begins to wither.
The saga must continue.
HGarvey Daniel Esquire
Lagoon of life, lake of man
Bitterness in life, salt of man.
Sourness or sweetness, salt of the tongue
Harvest of the young, actions of man
Sourness of tongue, sweetness of the stung
Sweetness of the unsung, sourness of the dung.
Bitterness of man, life's crucifix
Burden of follies, puff of the lung
Burden of life, crux of crucifix
Flux of follies, marks of cicatrix.
Innocence of man, lake of salted life
Influx of mother's womb, gift of Matrix.
Thank God someone is protecting the rights
those of our Divine Lord and soulfully addressing this how it should be
under canon law all political collections outside the church should be stopped
as each party was part of this genocidal slaughter which has been signed into law
sadness has gripped many good souls knowing suffering
praying seeing so many lost from God
knowing deep down they are not all bad
but they deny the truth and try to shut it down
standing to show a victim silenced Holy Innocence
The pain I feel , deep in my soul....
The soreness I feel , deep in my energy...
The discomfort in my breath of life...
No one can feel... The disrespectful out burst...
The slashes down my spine...everyday..
The piercing in my heart...each second I try. ...
I'm getting spit spatter across my face...
My name no longer wants to come out....
For I hide behind a name I do not know...You know !
I plate my disguise very well...
My eyes are so water down...
I no longer feel , my tears running down my cheeks...
Salted away are the foot steps I walk ....
The hate , they continue to stab....into my soul...
Causing my body to feel empty and lost...
Has I strive to reach my goals....
Being the best , one can be.......
Not worry bout the doors being slam in my face....
Or the suffering I carry....
The only pain that hurts... are the bullets..put inside me ...
Dissembling my body parts....
Is all they do....
Chop, chop,chop until I can find some glue...
No respect...No dignity...
......No honor...
No loyalty...No love...
The only love they carry is hate...
Only pushing me away and away...
Far,far away...
O
So far away
So to continue my day...
I look up in the sky..
Put my hands in the air...
Say my peace and continue to love...
Continue to have faith...Continue to not forget..
If anyone loves me...It's the man upstairs....
Salted memories of childhood.
Bitter taste of tears.
Father teaching me to swim.
Overcoming my fears.
Searching for cockles at the beach.
Little bubbles in the sand.
Scrape with the garden rake.
Then dig in with your hand.
Periwinkle soup on Friday night.
With their curly little tail.
Flip the lid off with a needle,
to expose the little snail.
Oysters were a special treat.
I loved their slithery slide.
Salted memories in my mouth.
It made me want to dive.
Crab claws from the fishermen,
hawling their baskets in.
Daddy would do a deal with them,
as we were in for a swim.
Salted memories from years ago.
Bitter taste of tears.
I miss my home and always will.
Forever down the years.
Four, six, or seventeen tulip buds grinning. Of course not on a salt marsh. Leave that alone. Misted aromas of ancestral graves should be cared for not dug but if a slug us in power then a lemon woman could do much damage to lochs, lands, fields and mountain so do not discuss paperwork with a tiny dog whose obligations are merely to dress in a fur coat. Is the sheer fornication of the environment that is of great concern at this time. Gaping holes can never be earth wombs so digging will produce an end to life. When chatting in a queue always question the mind set of the jaded eyes. Grasping concepts is often a difficulty when all intelligence is received from square entertainment sets. A lone lizard sits on an empty beach waiting for the strobes. The lights to take up and away. Patterns of time. Printed not. Yet in sound waves enjoyed freedom and thus gave birth to new inspiration through interdimensional beams. Often it is said that dancing a waltz with a frog is the best idea as sudden movements of tango could cause unintentional hopping movements. Such a slur. Sour are the sauces whose injection to meats cause secretions. And many a leopard printed ham fails to deliver wine to the exact specifications and timing. Yet a portly shrew arriving in a southern breeze can stop by multitudes of shopping centres in an urgent attempt to purchase grand golden negligées' for their mice partners who are asleep in fairytale yachts complete with pinnacles. Akin to a childhood book. Likened to a cartoon castle of great magic. But when a corvette changes it's clothes it is time fir the sputter sputter sounding cards of the fat dark purple bus. Who would want to eat toast in an elevated slime kitchen with Mr and Mrs cockroach and a laughing 900 foot long light beam of a snake. Portray not a plant as a plate. An apple as a card. And remain aloof to chard writing as this will amuse cats who thrive on milky truths. It is not a justified weapon if planted in a school. Scenes are unjustified and should be abolished. For fried is the skin like an egg in a pan. Turning tuning taking teachings. Yelping yachtsman. Gardeners. Xx booming balance braked xx snail diving henchmen xx saturation xx
Here I go again
with the midnight rain
late night birds twittering in their nest
I hear the whistle - the night guard blows
rest of the world - I see repose.
Here I go again
with the darkness that prevails
along with the glittering rain drops
caused by the street lights luminances
I feel the ease - the whisper of the breeze
rest of the world - I see in their dreams.
Here I go again
with the aroma of the earth
when the lives beneath egresses to explore their new shelter
I see them fending - the unity they build
rest of the world - I see leisurely.
Here I go again
with the flow of water
that coursed through the pipes to the drain
the wastes in there - blocked the course
I boded the hydra - the flood it borne
rest of the world - I see drouth.
Here I go again
with extreme eagerness
the time of night made me to awaken
I see the hastiness - opposed to the world of boredness
rest of the hours - I felt myself crying with the rain.
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As I re-read Mark - along with an online church Bible study about 1,000 km away - I share my surprise at what I missed on previous readings. The above verse, Mk 9:49 says, "For everyone shall be salted with fire, and every sacrifice shall be salted with salt." No pastor in South Africa, or in the USA (or in brief visits to UK, Canada, the Caribbean) explained this verse. What does it mean? I really will fumble .... so Christians out there may help me, please.
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As a pastor myself, I share with audiences that a verse that is difficult to exegete and interpret, might be placed in its larger contexts. These are at least four (4): the pericope or scene; the chapter overall, the book (here, Mark), and the BIBLE as a whole with its core message (Creation - Fall- Restoration).
The other verse that helps elucidate these difficult words we hear in Mk 9:49, is the preceding one that says: "If thy eye offend thee, pluck it out. It is better for you to enter the Kingdom of heaven with one eye, than having two eyes, to be cast into hell fire ...." This context suggests Jesus is quick to save us, but our lives must obey His lofty standards. In other words, we cannot say with our mouths, I have sinned and need to be washed clean, & go on with the same habits that the church has preached against for 2000 years.
In the Sermon on the Mount (Matthew's Gospel), Jesus tells the crowds and His disciples to be both "Salt and Light in the world." That verse & its interpretation may help us meditate on Mark 9:49.
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The consistency of vanilla
creamy and luxurious,
without a speck of iciness,
yet not overly heavy.
The flavor rich
with notable burst of sweet vanilla.
Said comestible insanely versatile
and will surely be a go to dairy-free ice cream.
Sold at LIDL, and other sites
ourselves former first time taste testers
erred on the side of caution
and bought in quantity
courtesy the missus foresight,
who now deems said food product
more precious than fine spun gold.
Pint size container only ample enough
to buzzfeed temporary craving,
yet invariably whets appetite
(to the power of googleplex)
for insatiable consumption,
thus one must thwart willpower
and surrender tastebuds to devour
one after another 473 milliliters
or more familiarly 16 ounces.
No matter yours truly could consume
aforementioned dessert
for breakfast, lunch, and supper,
the novelty to savor said special treat
would remain as intact
and robust as if one tasted
SO DELICIOUS product for first time.
I never tire scooping out
one after another spoonful
and slowly lick globule
(even when marginally hungry)
relishing each tongueful lickety split
steeling myself against
aggressive depredations of wife
before she ferociously lunges
toward me in a futile attempt
to wrest delectable mouthwatering
(just a hairbreadth of being decadent)
foodstuff guaranteeing happy shiny tummy.
Go ahead indulge sweet tooth
or even if toothless
the culinary quasi oral pleasure
can still be experienced.
Salted Tear
looking up i can see watery wet droplets
slashing on my tear filled eyes
my soft chocolate hands are over my face
there are warm salted tear running over my
hold body
and with every hot droplet of water
i feel them stinging deep in the plasma of my pitiful soul
could i just melt away
float right down the drain
to have no more cares
leaving it all
no
not even a hot shower could
chase away the everyday
can't forget about you
aways gone to love you
still in this hot shower
think-en how I can't live without
with you
knowing you may not be
in someone's arms
but your not here with me
why fight it so i slide down
in a fetus like watered cocoon
laying on my side I can't hold back the choking
of my sorrowful fears
and i think the best has come and gone
and you were the best thing
that i shall every care for
wounded emotion
standing on
sands of time
gazing into
a distant horizon
in an ocean aroma
salted emotions
begin rising
as the moon winks
casting her silver
reflections upon water
shadows call inside
deep churning feelings
staring in
a lonely space
touching deep within
dancing each wave
unfurling emotions
rippling feelings
crashing reality
upon rocks
if only i could walk
as the ocean
love
kissing your
salted feet
i would say to you
dreams they sometimes
can come true
to believe
a reason
is believing
in true love
wishing in
the stars
in a trail
of thought
i sip
salted water
flowing from
emotions brew
if i were to have
only one wish
in this world
a soul searches
my love
it would
be you
he spoke of hear the pig's heart
they sounded loudly thru the ribs
his flesh was fresh and would
cause him to wish for silence
"the husk's of the kernal's,
are grounded by those sages who
are brothed by livers and kidneys
the flesh of the swine, damn-it might his
heart be silent
might my ears hearest him not!
she created me with seasons
in the room
beaneath her floor
the heart sounds thru it's aroma
to starve me into my sileance.
might bread be browned
and eggs warmed to perfection
that the I might silence the
pig beneath the floor.
than might you love me
than might you love me!
He wishes to have scrapple egg's and toast.
Did the fallen stress of life
Cut you straight in with a knife
Would the words of this depression
Cause your heart to have regression
When you look inside the mirrors
Is it really you that appears?
Drip drip drip
With the salted wicked rain
Let it fall and clear the pain.
Drip drip drip
Your eyes become insane
You’re the only one to blame
The scars that whisper in your ear
Is the reason for that long term tear?
What makes you so immoral?
Brings the words to make me quarrel
What makes it so deficient for the mediocre?
This isn’t a matter for a happy little joker
Drip drip drip
With the salted wicked rain
Let it fall and clear the pain.
Drip drip drip
Your eyes become insane
You’re the only one to blame
Let the fire eat you whole
Make sure that it wins your soul
God would surely be there
This by love I can only swear
He’s the one to save you all
He will adore you when you crawl
Drip drip drip
With the salted wicked rain
Let it fall and clear the pain.
Drip drip drip
Your eyes become insane
You’re the only one to blame