Best Suckling Poems


Suckling, Her Mother's Milk

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.

Suckling

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

Suckling On Lemon Empathy Juice

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

Premium Member Suckling Time

In crystal maze, 
miracles are honed
from mother's milk 
and father tones~
Memories cackling,
mocking faces of time.
Uphill flowers on a brutal climb.
Suckling from a sparkle sky...
At pinnacles of their breath, 
they gently wither into death.
Memories roost silently
in sediments of time~

Suckling Pig

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.

Premium Member Clerihew Suckling

Cambridgeshire's John Suckling
poetry's versifier king
Also part of his baggage
he invented a board or cribbage

Premium Member Still suckling on the Breast ???

Grow tropical fruits here, near where I live,
 harvested, immediately, travels sixteen hundred kilometres south
 Then returns on that long journey  finally  stacked on supermarket shelf 
 name themselves The Fresh Food People, not so fresh , now inside your mouth

 Family farm days amongst beef and wool ,one jersey cow for daily milk
goad her in, lock her head inside a bail
Sit ourselves upon a stool, clasp each hand around  a teat
gently squeezed, squirted milk, to fill a ten litre metal pail

Transferred inside to kitchen bench could drink fresh milk if immediately  desired
On dairy farm aged sixteen, observing milk collection styles 
Twenty four hours gets to factory ,they claim its fresh, not me. We've been taken for a ride

Don't support commercial farming, grow my own,visit local markets
Lots of fresh to fill up several wicker baskets

Seek out  real meaning of fresh, buy only what fills the wellness bill
nothing's fresh, if  you're lined up to pay at the local "supermarket" checkout till

The only milk that's  ever really fresh is what's taken, directly from the breast
Lie beneath a  dairy cow, get your face right down close to it's udder 
Let me know if you are satisfied with your experience and if the cow enjoyed you as a guest


Footnote: Excluded all dairy almost 50 years ago. Am now always feeling rather Fresh !!!!!

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