Best Sorbet Poems
Aloft, with keen eyes in sorbet skies’ raspberry half-light
visceral vibrations of vitality does await.
Soaring in a hush, with plumage plush, a silent stealth kite,
he glissades on ghostly winds with mystical wings of fate.
Poised to plummet from his summit of purple sundown spread
with wingspan wide, wreathed gradual glide, hunts a twilight hawk.
Floating form causes flocks to brainstorm on life or death dread,
those flying forlorn, late to roost, are reduced by his stalk.
Aerodynamic, his dramatic dive deals destiny,
raptor raptly pursues passerine through air’s plum-bruised dim.
Whispering wings whisk to live and not die desperately,
over the arborvitaes the future for one is grim.
If it’s true that energy never dies; its cries transform,
then songbird's notes will ascend on hunter's wings in reform.
Susan Ashley
December 3, 2017
~ First Place ~
Contest: Your Best Poem In The Last Year
Sponsor: Silent One
~ Seventh Place ~
Contest: Best Rhyming Poem October - December 2017
Sponsor: John Hamilton
I long to lie like a sunrise sky upon the sea
my flame a tender torch for your gasoline tide
freedom fire to burn the brine from my eyes
fluid movement of our soft inferno in sorbet shades
m e l t i n g
fever dream lover blushed in hush of dawn
my soul a bleeding rose rocked by your rhythm
—but the blaze does blister a bliss not consumed
a wailing gull slices wild air
with sharpened wings she rides a woeful gale
labor pains of thunder throb nimbus wombs
hornet hive clouds cut by cesarean lightning
birth swarms of stinging rains
I wander a wind whipped shore of cloudburst gore
with an ache for angst and a hate for faith in blue skies
plaintive cries break the bones of my widow’s dream
exposing my marrow my pledge to the Divine shallow
I throw myself on my knees
belly-crawling-ripples meet me with a rasp
I long to lie like a sunrise sky upon the sea
but sorrow creates a sunset tempest
and now the sun sits so low
I feel the sundown in my soul
oh the slouchy sun just sits so low
drowsy on the smudged edge of drowning
barely above the waterline like my breath
sea– I beg you meet me choke me
take me by the throat with a kiss salty sweet
sweep me out to your blackened deep
take me thief my grief in grasp of your riptide’s greed
Take initiative go to the light where the force of darkness ends
A flame needs its kindled source as a sparking awareness mends
Our enlightened energy wrapped in an array of cavernous colors
Ribboned radiant impressions given in vast deepest depths squalors
A shadow self may live dormant and await unveiling the chaos within
When it has become an unbearable journey to live in your own skin
Opaque indigo stones skim over shallow waters in an empty well
Stratas rock labyrinths chiseled lies of neglect in a nautilus shell
Warm sorrel ribbon evokes sympathy in a disparaged tale of woe
A sorbet of violet, green, and tangerine conjure a melodious flow
What is truly a wellspring of a healing rainbow palette renders
We find the key to unlocking magic embers in dormant chambers
Dank darkness may lead us astray from individuality and truth
Take initiative, find the light of all brightest light reaching for you
Lemonade soaked sunshine
Peach sweet heat
Watermelon waves taste
Of graham cracker sand
And nestled pomegranate pebbles
On strawberry beaches
In pineapple green grass
Mango daisies dance
Marshmallow clouds dot
Blueberry-smiled skies
Tangerine sorbet sunset
Kisses plum freckled stars
Sprinkled through blackberry night
Under the cooling cantaloupe moon
Until blushing raspberry currents
Awake the honeydew dawn.
7/16/19
Fresh lavender, vibrant peonies, towering sunflowers,
Mystery unnamed flowers, and a sweet young girl in the center of it all.
You would think among all of the flowers
Your smelling ability would be overwhelmed with florals,
But she had a sparkly, strawberry sorbet smelling chapstick
That was so strong, it was all you could smell.
Two rose bushes to the left, was her mother watching in amazement
As her daughter, like any other child, examined each petal,
Smelled each smell, and named each blooming plant a name that came to her creative brain.
The sparkle among the mother’s eyes grew as she watched
Her daughter grow her own light of life within her.
One simple tear was released from the mother’s eyes in these moments
And as it fell to the ground the precious child found a perfect blossom.
She ran to her mother and laid it in her cupped palms
Instantly, the girl was joyfully swept in the air as a gentle kiss was laid on her cheek.
The mother and daughter danced to their own music in their heads.
They gathered lavender, peonies, and as many mystery flowers as they could
In a brown woven basket.
Later, they laid down with their faces to the sky
Looking at each cloud that floated by to depict what picture was created.
In the center of that flower field lay smashed petals,
Not because a raged force wreaked havoc on innocent flowers,
But instead it was a mother expressing
Her unconditional love for her child.
He’ll take a walk on Christmas day
pass by the hill where children sleigh;
then pause to hear them laugh and cheer.
He can still hear them loud and clear;
though long since now, they passed away.
On frozen lake, an ice ballet,
a beau gives out a red bouquet.
To relive times when she was here;
he’ll take a walk
Fondly recalls, with mirth, when they
gave him the yellow snow sorbet;
the rascals did it year on year!
He wipes away a frozen tear;
to recollect, on Christmas day
he’ll take a walk.
Crepes and salted caramel
A Yorkshire parkin
with peanut butter parfait
blackberry sorbet
prunes in Armagnac
Treats back to
Back!
The day that I first saw you smile, as I stooped to fix a lace
A small stone’s throw across the street but then there was no trace
I ran the corner that you turned but I had lost the race
I may now never have the chance to acquaint your lovely face
I walk the spot of that one glimpse, every single day
In the vain hope our eyes will meet and my feelings to convey
Many females, I have met, they are all now shades of grey
Unlike you my rainbow sweet, my dream, my sweet sorbet
Crudités, fresh, piled high and swaggering
From the market, bought this evening.
Thrusting carrots, earth still clinging,
Crisp cos, perky peppers, piquant roquette,
Rude red radishes, cucumber firm,
All in cool clear water washed,
Droplets sparkling on their surface.
Want to dip them in my hummus?
Temptresses teasing, to whet the appetite:
Oval curves unending, singing:
“Start with me”. Oeufs en cocotte,
Yellow yolked white winking coquettes,
Lovely lazy daisies, out of work, hors d’oeuvres,
Swoon to my eager spoon.
Taking a breath, your mouth’s alluring smile,
Eyes meet, hands connect,
Hot and cold shivers thrill.
An amuse-bouche:
Burning ginger flavours a cool sorbet.
How d’you like your steak, sir?
Rare, seared, visceral, red,
Caressed with oyster mushrooms wild,
Crushed peppercorns, randy brandy
Added accents to saucily seduce the palate,
Juliennes strewn prettily around the rim.
Velvet to the tongue,
Come, taste my peaches,
As moist flesh yields sweet warm juices
Merging flavours with wanton,
Whipped, drifting, dreamy, creamy domes.
Stimulation of the mocha and the mysore beans
Offering their perfume to enchant the air
As we sip, laugh, talk and glance,
Flirt, flirt and flirt.
Our table is set – it looks divine
Crystal glasses for our red wine
Silver cutlery with which to eat
Our favourite meal – oh what a treat
The table is set on our patio
With romantic music and the lights down low
A candle burns to give us light
I hope you enjoy this culinary delight
Starter
Scottish smoked salmon with a lemon wedge
Served on a bed of crisp iceberg lettuce
With homemade dill mayonnaise
Main course
Chateaubriand steak cooked medium - there's plenty for two
(I ate it on my first date with you!!)
Served with
Crispy onion rings
Sautéed mushrooms
French beans, broccoli florets and carrot batons
Chunky fries
French Mustard
Dessert
Homemade chocolate almond brownie
Served with rich chocolate sauce and double cream
Tea or freshly brewed coffee
Bon Appetit!
Footnote…
Writing this menu brings back many memories of a meal we had …
on our first date we ate at a lovely restaurant called ‘Celebrity’ it was the first time I had ever been taken to somewhere so posh where the lady gets the menu without the prices on.
After the starter the waiter brought over apricot sorbet – in my innocence I said … but I’ve not had my main course yet and I’ve not even chosen the dessert ... ‘madam’ he said it is to cleanse your palate – oh the innocence of youth !
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Contest: For all ladies and brave men
Sponsor: Judy Konos
(Baldassare Galuppi was a music composer
in 18th century Venice. Johann Pachelbel
came a little earlier. Maurice Chevalier and
Mistinguette were vaudeville artists and
on-off lovers in Paris in the 1920s.)
Your filigree correctly fret,
those perforations, so correct!
And how I love that dying strain,
suggesting sadness, feigning pain!
A twisted, coloured paper chain,
a love both sacred and profane,
your melody's a silhouette:
imperfect pleasure, sweet regret.
Your sharp and sugared vinaigrette
is like a Pachelbel duet,
a sorbet made with fine champagne,
or raindrops on a window pane,
the fragrant soil of southern Spain,
a grief I still can't ascertain -
Chevalier and Mistinguette?
That wistful chime! I hear it yet!
We found each other in a roadside bar in some desolate place,
she saw me from the other side,
the band that was playing wasn't carrying,
so I decided to let her come approach me...
I carry with me a soft gaze as she politely understands me,
her eyes captured my dreams for the next three days...
It was a heartfelt intervention-
we had a couple drinks,
we understood what the local talk was about,
and with tales becoming tangles,
there became less need for words,
only laughs and strokes,
...following of vibrations around the room,
and the danger...
Because I thought you had forgot-
that one tiny moment in time-
when it happens to me,
oh so fine.
She keeps blessing me with the utmost intelligence,
as I sit not thinking,
like kittens on pedestals,
before they learn to break the rules,
just like energetic fools...
I found character unlike anything I have been able to endure.
But anger evades my soul,
and if I accept anger-
I accept an angry soul,
and if I wished upon a bowl
to solve my whole whole,
I'd tender you gold...
Please make my soul,
in this age of 'you go to school,'
and 'I cant help but drool,'
oh what foreign mystique
could evade those wide eye's?
I know how I fall in far
and then out the other side.
Like my grip on my ride,
on the freeway doin' 95...
Legal as being high in some hippy's eye.
But I am still just a suffering pig
who doesn't eat sorbet,
who justifies readiness
with real time face,
who lives out his days
traditional and gay,
giving out blessings to people who should thank.
Aperitifs and hard spirits,
With canapes and rarebits.
Delicious hors de ouvres,
Accompanied by tangy dips.
Tomato soup with crouton,
And an entree of mouton;
My strawberry red sorbet:
Makes way for my releve.
Bring on the roast,
Not with melba toast;
Poor lentils of course,are the ones hated most.
Don't forget legumes,are vegetables of course!
The entremets the sweetest,of the entire course.
This cafe's hot coffee,makes me feel not to snore,
I've got to the finish sipping Bailey's liqueur.
---- Princefreakasso
(Artist and Poet)
DRAGON FRUIT SORBET
Moonflower, Queen of the Night
This sweet dragon fruit
Cancer fighting, wonder fruit
Fleshy, thousand seeds
Pureed and frozen
Rich sorbet
Sweet!
Oh love alive
my living flame of love
kisses that tenderly wound
my heart like Cupid's arrow
pleasing me in all ways
breaking the fabric of my discontent.
My angelic soft one
delicious sorbet
tender delicate caress
lips that whisper the secret of life.
Eyes like lamps of fire
wonderful splendor
stars shining with passion
my life was dark and blind
and you beautiful woman
offers me color and light your beloved.
You, my love alive
awakens my heart
where in secret you dwell alone
with your gift of tenderness
I am alive and filled with joy!
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