Best Suckling Poems
Desire...
Her hunger
Lost in love's eyes
Sweet, my mother's milk
Glistening dreams with loving drops
Coconut cream's voluptuous,
She....
Caressing
Squeezing
Releasing..
Her flavours: Utopia, washing over me
Ivory Beauty ~ Upon my knees.
As the sun sets over shanties south
A mother gives birth
- Another soul, another mouth
The little child suckles on an empty pouch
A dry nipple on a dried-out skin
Whilst the other children silently crouch
In poverty and hunger deep within
But then the big Mama knocks on tin
And they happily let her in
And as the love from love’s heart flows
The poor baby sleeps and grows
To be the hope, a future now
Without ever asking how
How those that have just never give
To them in need who deserves to live
When they we're sent to live with the Foster's
Realized for once in their life
Finally had someone who love them
Read them a bedtime story before bed
And bring a cup of tea and breakfast
in bed once they awoke in the morning
Give them as many kisses and hugs
as they could take
And told them they loved them every
hour of the day
" Then life as it does throws a curve ball "
Released his mother on early parole for
good behavior and sent him back to
live with her
And at that point he then regressed and
had no choice but to accept being beaten
at any hour of the day and being treated
like a slave instead
So trying telling him that life is fair when
it it gave him a glimmer of all that's good
could be had in his life what he was missing
And for not the 1st time but the
2nd time then most hurtfully stole it away
And without drawing a single breath
listen to a another say something stupid
and as trivial like that's a shame really sad
But hey
Whatever doesn't kill them will make
them stronger
Life can only get better
Or
Keep your chin up
I then find myself saying to myself
how eternally grateful and thankful
and lucky I am
In crystal maze,
miracles are honed
from mother milk
and father bone~
Memories cackling,
mocking faces of time
uphill flowers brutal climb
suckling from sparkle sky...
at pinnacles of their breath,
gently wither into death.
Memories roost silently
in sediments of time~
Suckling pigs
In the time of the Vikings
when a baby girl was born in the winter
put her naked on a shield
carried her into the woods where she
was eaten by wolves or froze to death.
Piglets are little darling suckling the sow
but not for long they are slaughtered and
roasted and sold for our table.
I ate suckling pig for lunch today the flesh
sweet and soft, the crust tender it was like
eating a baby (which it was) a cruel meal
I rather eat an old goat full of meaty flavours.
Cambridgeshire's John Suckling
poetry's versifier king
Also part of his baggage
he invented a board or cribbage