Best Specialties Poems
She plunks down a plate of egg rolls
Man, oh man, do these greasy pieces of heaven take tolls
On my heart, dear Mama
Shows me love with food piled on tables that never end
Iced tea, Pho, spaghetti, rice and pork chops
Sternly setting bowls down in front of you and encouragin’
To take pieces of buttery garlic bread and mop it up
Love, bestowed upon us in showers of peppered chicken
Spending hours in the kitchen
To prove some affection
In saucers of soy sauce and dumplings that went on for miles
She’d put adoration in soup, spicy reflections
Of passionate motherly love
Mama, she never smiled
Unless someone complimented her style, the swagger
Of her intimate cooking skills, the way she swung her dagger
Of specialties, killing hunger, cravings
All her meals ending with ravings
Of the best kind
Scraped knees and broken hearts are cured with warm chocolate cake, suede
Smooth, mending them better then when they were made
Mama shows fondness through ice cream and steak
Warm dinner plates
Her “I Love You” was a big portion of lasagna
Nobody says “I Love You” better then my Mama
One day a pale star began to glow
in scarcely-noted nebula where it swirled.
And this five thousand million years ago,
to bathe in light a distant, dusky world.
Lightning streaked amid primordial dawn—
stroked a soupy mire of mute quintessence.
Diverse concatenations urged a spawn
and coaxed life into coalescence.
A hive and every mind within related,
yet diverse and mild in their expression.
Collectively their members liberated,
verisimilitude their progression.
Myriad were their subtle variations.
Legion were their specialties outlandish.
In unison they laid a world’s foundations.
Limitless the skills they had to brandish.
But in Mars' core, dying breaths were taken;
fury from creation’s fires abated.
Absent these, Ares was forsaken—
magnetic lines of flux truncated.
The shield from radiation thus destroyed,
innocence’ pogrom bitterly ensued.
Air swept away forever to the void,
sentience vanquished—majesty subdued.
Partnachklamme
The most beautiful place
Above the Bavarian resort town of Garmisch-Partenkirchen,
There winds a country road which leads to the Partnach gorge.
Hikers are passed by less hearty tourists transported in hay wagons.
On the left side of the road, a river can be spotted through the lindens.
The river water looks like it was drawn with aquamarine pastels,
Having been super-oxygenated from the gorge’s rapids and cascades.
Playful locals built miniature dwellings and piers along the banks.
Loggers used to hike up the dangerous gorge to unblock log jams,
So safer paths were tunneled in and along the walls of the gorge.
So many sight-seers used to sneak up the loggers trails for the views,
That logging ceased and the gorge became a tourist destination.
At the mouth of the gorge, a guest house sells carbonated buttermilk,
Weiswurst, and other Bavarian specialties to fortify or refresh.
During the holiday season, pilgrims carefully hike the trails
Carrying torches which reflect from the icicles and frozen walls.
Waterfalls, narrows, bridges, and a logger chapel
All add to the charm of Partnach Gorge.
I ran across a recipe book
Called ‘Cuisine For Clientele’,
On the cover was an unchaste cook
Making prosti-soup and broth-el.
On the back it stated that ‘Eating
Is the most human obsession.
Bar for the one that bears repeating;
The world’s oldest profession.’
At first look I was taken aback,
But placed it in my hand cart.
Then at home found it was amply stacked
With cocottes and luscious tarts.
In no time flat, I got courageous
When I summoned up the nerve.
To prepare from the worn pages,
A plate of red-hot, whore-d’oeuvres.
Followed by the main course of shell fish;
A meal fit for baronets.
For ours and the books paramount dish,
Are fresh trollops on strumpets.
Sure it’s true that most of the recipes
May seem sexist and campy,
But don’t fear, coz two of its specialties
Are beef cake and pimp scampi.
For dessert we hope our guests have fun
When they wrestle for Jello.
They say it’s the best under the sun,
Though born from a Bordello.
Aroused guests always leave satisfied,
Although some try to be cute.
Yet failed no matter how hard they’ve tried
Matching my book of ill repute!
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song of spring seas
sexy starfish smilingly
samba specialties
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Blithesome autumn comes on cue
Each year to chase the heat away.
As summer starts to fade from view,
Unique fall will seize the day.
Turning leaves to brown and gold
Is one of autumn’s specialties.
Feel the air grow crisp and bold!
Utmost seasonal traits please
Lovers of how flannel feels,
Frost that glistens, “Trick or Treat!”
And families’ Thanksgiving meals.
Late autumn brings December’s beat.
Listen! It’s carols. Fall is complete!
September 8, 2018, entered in John Hamilton's Beautiful Fall Contest
September 10, 2018, entered in Brian Strand's Premiere contest
September 23, 2021
entered in Caren Krutsinger's Autumn Acrostic Poetry Contest
The soul is dead in passing
The spirit lost its belonging
Running out of Ancestors peripherals
Last breath of thee, a gasp
Trees are throwing out branches
Thinking of a single brain
Diamond things hard to break none
“Too hard to pour”
“Too poor break”
Virgins in Attica
Singleton a mother of a *****-
Itching
Specifics specifying black or white
Simply extending his lips
Smiling less for laughter
Toys and spoken speeches of these
History, to tell his story
Tell his theory
Virgins in Attica
Widow falling to a window
Washing was what Washington?
Dreaming of America
But land on an African soil
New York City was city
She fishing dollars and gold-
Fireworks
Virgins in Attica
Kwa Mayimayi lets find strong a Medici’s
Medicine to behold the earth
Kwamhlab’ yalingana
The earth is not enough
Followed tracks of my roots
Heard no song though
He promised bundles of prayers
A land of milk, honey-
But a global warming watering none
Virgins in Attica
Finance marrying marriages
Love put aside for chemical tests
Chemistry of a super witch
Crafting specialties of art
Artist in Attica
Mother Mary gave birthing to a love child
I’m a bustard
Adam, Eve figuring out *****-
Virgins in Viagra
Virgins in Attica
She just a distraction
No expedient in experience
No feelings
No emotions
No last for lust
Virgins in Attica
THE TRENCHES : the pure truth so colorful, so to bring out the beast in a beast; philosophy, spirituality and dreams in priggish ways a fifth chapter.
This is my first time to spend Christmas
With your gracious family whom I belong…
Festive spirit I feel as expressed by every lad and lass
Especially that in this country Christmas holiday is so long!
Since you adopted me, I came to learn love’s essence truly
As you live out your faith and practice the verse in the Scriptures
Asserting "A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast” very clearly
Highlighted in this Season of giving, sharing, and caring around love-gestures!
Blessed am I for letting me experience Christmas delights
Through various specialties and delicacies you made me savor
How can I forget the lantern parade with the marching of a bright light
And the carols, hymns, and psalms I listened to while you sing with fervor!
Finally, I thank you for these gifts*:
My new comfortable pen inside your residence
Readying me for my puppies’ birth, creating joy-lifts
Along with all the accessories signifying my motherhood-license!
*Hebrews 11:4 ...God testifying of his gifts...
Personification and Quatrain forms
December 27, 2018
3rd place, "Christmas Pets - Writing Challenge December 2018" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart; judged on 12/31/2018.
Welcome! Please come in
Take a seat and let the fun begin.
We make them in any shape, color and size
Please, come this way for the grand surprise.
In these chambers we produce the best in the land
We have supersized muscles for their arms and hands
The absolute power person is born in this place
We have taken the old and simply erased.
With modern science we can do just about anything
We produce babies who sing and even flying ones with wings
Just supply us with some DNA to make your purchase your own
We even match up your biological skin tone.
Your child will be complete in a week or two
It depends on what else you want us to do.
Some people want the specialties… enlisted for the best
Some want to keep it simple, just like the rest
But I am currently working on the fiercest baby of all
He won’t cry, wine or fret he will skip the stage of crawl
A child with no emotions trained for war
It’s an experiment if you will
But then again aren’t they all?
This child will be brewed for combat, one of our finest machines
If he gets shot… he won’t even scream
He will go in to battle fearless and legit
He won’t feel if he is cut, broken or hit
He will keep on fighting until the very death
He will be the last man standing when there is no one else left
As time goes on he will be able to delete memory
So nothing in battle will keep him in captivity
His upper thighs will have a switch
That turns on his camera eyes
This will be used to capture the spies
And his bones will be stronger then steal
If his skin gets punctured it will automatically heal
No need for a Dr. Nurse or homecare
The best part is he will be transported to here and there
Where ever he is needed at the moment in war time
He will be teleported to especially to escape a crime
Think of the wonders that this man will be able to do
This will be every general dream come true.
But it is crucial that we monitor the first of his breed
After all this is science and at times it can mislead.
I will adopt him first and see how it goes
I will train him from birth until he grows
And maybe in 20 years from now you will want a child like him
The critics will go crazy calling him a sin
Ahhhh, but all is fair in love and war
And this my friends is what my child will be made for.
By: sabina
"without roses"
without roses would there be perfume to savor
fragrance is needed to last and spray
absence of her beauty is a life without color
such shades symbolize moments and specialties
apart from scents or hues also lies softness
tenderness of life truly would be unfelt
above all without roses a world of love passes
such a sphere should never be gone or fade away
here and now find your tone in each celebration
love is forever found within her existence
witness and assume notably this beautification
such offerings of life shall enrich your soul
SkyWatcher - 06-12-17
note
Thank You Victor
I hope I did not disappoint
Hanging out new to the scene
So often wonder what it means
As I sit in front of the worlds screen
Started in on ...Googling
I typed in a single word
Pressed enter for the Google search
Took me down the path absurd
Where all the lines were blurred
From there I ventured off the path
Wish I'd known there's no turning back
Marveled at the knowledge that I lack
Like how to whittle your own baseball bat
Just in case you're wondering
Midgets don't melt in the rain
Who doesn't think that that's insane
As I dive deeper into Googling
The art of bathing a Hindu rat
Skinning a two headed Siamese cat
The taking of the perfect nap
Standing up while keeping your lap intact
How to delicately pierce a Rhino's ear
Dressing up then down a deer
50 different ways a man can cheer
While toasting his favorite Micro beer
Abstract art using cotton balls
How to paint between the lines on a paisley walls
Teaching Yankees how the South says ya'll
Lost episodes of the show called Lost
Food served up on the worlds menus
Even specialties from Timbuktu
Why the sea is green and the sky is blue
As my googling madness continues
More art work this time with the jam of toes
How to pick your friends but never your friends nose
Cleaning of the house without a stitch of clothes
The whole time being careful with the vacuum hose
80's Hairbands I used to like
That now know what bald feels like
Making a homemade Hindenburg kite
One that lands this time
How to handle midlife like a man
Taking a survey of what you could have been
Raising Spider Monkey's in the comfort of your den
As I keep on Googling
I now find myself Googling out in front
As I'm Googling behind
Googling up as I'm Googling down
Google left and Google right
I've learned how to gargle Google
That's a well known Google fact
And if you don't believe me
You can to Google that
MH
Make love to me oh my habibi
speak in your motion and deeds
swear in desire plus sensation ya habibi
that am the queen who awakes your needs.
Let the wild fire in your dark eyes
whisper of thy want and passion
let your heart clarify no more lies
that its rhythm and beat are only for my satisfaction.
Because baby am lost.
Between all the fighting and blame
it feels like our love has frost
Only can't figure out what in this game
does scare and sadden me most
between being without you just me
or living with you at any cost.
Surrender thy soul is my body's plea
my feel and texture is on your decree
No restrictions my king
testify in any position you please to swing.
Seal my doubts silence my insecurities
be profound remind me with sheer inequity
why i felt safe enough to show you all my faults and imperfect specialties
why i let down my guard made you my shield and let you lead my equity.
awaken those emotions,the notions we felt on conception of our love
once again let this four walls,the neighbors,and velvet of the night
certify that we are shameless,scoundrels and every other wicked word above
when it comes to our fantasies and pleasure we don't care of any other sight.
(CHECK OUT PART 2 TO COMPLETE THIS EXOTIC TALE)
Anxious he really was
Of age to be
Of liberties to take
Little did he know what it would take
So now he sees
For now he is
It’s just a struggle to live better
It’s just a struggle to die better
Sunrise after sunrise
Days on end
For himself he lives
For others he struggles
Now he wishes
In teenage he would’ve stayed
For then into trouble he freely ran
Now earnestly into him the troubles freely ran
He feels cheated out of life
For he finds no glory in endless struggle
He struggles to be happy
Happiness struggles to evade him
How he wishes for the days he dreamt
For today’s worries of tomorrow torment him
How he wishes he could turn back the time
Of childhood’s specialties he would never relent
Everyday is another day given to us on this Earth, given to you and given to me.
When we open our eyes that should be a blessing all in one, what do you believe?
Sure we make mistakes in life and death arise upon us everyday. That's when your guardian angel steps in and has the last say. As a baby we are born at birth innocent, full of happiness and care-free, but once again my question to you is What do you believe?
I am an animal lover, won't be the first and certainly won't be the last. That's what you call unconditional love is when you can let the past be the past even when death arises constantly. What do you believe?
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder so who are we to judge? You may like chocolate, he may like caramel, she may like vanilla and I may like fudge. Love comes in all shapes, sizes genders and specialties. Whether male or female, woman, man, boy, girl or child, but What do you believe?
I am grateful for everyday that is given to me, because it's an opportunity for me to be happy and free.
So once again my question to you is What do you believe?
Miracles are God’s specialties indeed
showing His omnipotence of love might
bounty so gracious, healing that’s precious
sure pardon; thus, soul from damnation freed.
Devoid of abracadabra magic
Almighty power reigns midst grace to breed
proving the Lord’s triumph over evil
midst wondrous peace --- hatred cannot exceed
while faith grows, trusting Scriptures, truly right
healing that’s precious, bounty so gracious
miracles* happen, divinely decreed.
*Acts 2:22 … Jesus of Nazareth, a man approved of God among you by miracles and wonders and signs, which God did by him in the midst of you, as ye yourselves also know. Hebrews 2:4 God also bearing them witness, both with signs and wonders, and with divers miracles, and gifts of the Holy Ghost, according to his own will.
April 7, 2021
1st place, "Abracadabra March Magic" Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula; judged on 4/15/2021.