Best Sustenance Poems
I made a paper tree of grief and
those now gone fill up each leaf..
Their faces, their lives, the people
I hold dear, have shaped it's
branches, year after year..
There isn't a root system to feed
my tree.
It's only sustenance is my memory..
Her lust for you is fierce.
She spreads it out before you
as if it were a lavish bridegroom’s dinner
of caviar, oysters and shrimp;
spears of warmed asparagus and
artichokes stripped of leaves to dip in luscious butter;
truffles too with fragrant muskiness;
all foods of succulence - inciting appetite.
Her tender lips are moist - champagne to further whet desire.
Entreating you to take your fill, she whispers in your ear,
“Partake of me, my love. Take more and more.”
As you imbibe her and consume her,
your feeding frenzy peaks
when she offers from her fingers- sweetest fruit:
honeyed figs with cream, peaches, plums, and kumquats;
and one red well-ripened berry.
Utterly sated,
drunk from delectation;
motionless, you lie upon your bed.
And when your eyes move rapidly
beneath their heavy lids,
she slides her body carefully off yours,
slips back into her gossamer gown,
hastens on tiptoes to the door; turn the knob;
and without looking back,
steps into the blackness of the night.
You'll waken and want to feast again
but find that she has parted.
(to banquets such as hers,
one rarely is invited more than once).
And so you'll live and love,
knowing that you can never resume -
a coupling so completely gratifying.
Your passion was consumed in
your consuming of this goddess
who takes from men again. . . and again
But the nourishment that she requires
must always be fresh,
and that is what
eternally
sustains her.
A Revised Oldie for the Heart of Seduction Poetry Contest of Justin Bordner
My name is Aphrodite and
my offering to man
is fierce love.
I spread it out before you
like a lavish bridegroom’s dinner
with foods named aphrodisiacs rightly after me!
Caviar, oysters and shrimp;
spears of warmed asparagus and
artichokes stripped of leaves to dip in luscious butter;
truffles too with fragrant muskiness;
all foods of succulence - to stimulate your appetite.
My tender lips are moist - champagne to further whet desire.
You drink me in. . .
Entreating you to take your fill, I whisper in your ear,
“Partake of me, my love. Take more and more.”
When your feeding frenzy
is at its peak -
that’s when I offer you - dripping from my fingers - sweetest fruit:
honeyed figs with cream, peaches, plums, and kumquats;
and last: one red well-ripened berry.
Utterly sated,
drunk from delectation;
motionless, you lie there on your bed.
And when your eyes move rapidly
beneath their heavy lids,
I slide my body carefully off yours,
slip back into my gossamer-thread gown,
then tiptoe to the door; turn the knob;
and without looking back,
step into night.
You waken and want to feast again
but find that I have parted.
(to banquets such as mine, one rarely
is invited more than once).
And so you live and love,
knowing that you can’t resume -
ever in your life again -
a coupling so completely gratifying.
Your passion was consumed in
your consuming of this goddess!
I take from men again . . .again. . .
and then again.
But the nourishment that I require
always must be fresh,
and that is what
eternally
sustains me.
For Deb's Contest: category Unreal
This night of misery my essence rapidly descending
Tears like summer rain cascading
O for this dark wintry night prolong
Breaking heart aches so forlorn
Circumstance, distance always impeding
In silence apprehensive heart conceding
Devoid of sustenance waiting in anguish
Quiescent alone in sorrow I languish
As posts interweave deferring
Father Time nonchalant delaying
Yet, essence nourish essence elating
Unadulterated love relaying
Tonight, on borrowed wings my heart must fly
To sheltering warm arms in which I'll lie
It is said "beauty is in the eye of the beholder"
It's all in how we see life itself
and what we indeed take from it too
Our relation to time - being and existence
Food to the metaphysical heart - Love
Truth to the mind - bringing peace
physical and emotional fulfilment
When the soul is nourished
we are in better place
to face the choices and decisions
facing us each day
Thoughts are momentary
but any feeling
is accompanied with repeated thought patterns
meaning they stay deep routed
within us for longer periods
Silence and reflection can help us to focus
making positive decisions for good
causing ourselves a lesser pain
Spiritual sustenance
that is empowering to the inner self
A view of the ordinary, becomes the exception
Each glass puddles grief, made of iced, liquefied
Two have succumbed to the dark brimming tides
Three without umber, are bronzed into gold
Reviewed in formation, saluting in rows,
toast stands at attention, to satisfy souls
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4/6/15
Sumitted For Giorgio's Contest: Ekphrasis 01
Leave me alone in the womb of my Muse!
Don't tug and pry and pull me away!
This Muse is my soul-self from outré dimensions.
Don't wrench me from food that I crave!
When I am with Muse, I'm so like an
infant engorging with lusty abandon
to capture nutrition my Muse has to offer
which makes my endeavors so wholesome.
Many have tried to sever the cord
that binds me umbilically to Muse.
The hack marks are visible to those who can see,
ineffectual though they may be.
If I am away from my Muse for too long
I suffer in spirit and soul.
Don't drag me away and detain me afar
lest you lend to my early demise!
So I'm asking you, please, to leave me alone
while I feed in the womb of my Muse.
I promise that soon I will come up for air
and join in real time with YOU!
I thank God for His gracious sustenance
Surely providing me His bounty’s abundance
Along His wellness of healthy satisfaction-extravagance
With His unceasing care showing timely deliverance.
I praise the Lord for His sufficing contentment
Truly granting me His blessings for spiritual fulfillment
Along His assurance affirmed by His Word's engagement
With His never-ending compassionate reaching-out involvement.
I trust the Saviour for His ready comfort thru His Scripture
Daily exhorting me to stand by His virtues’ posture
Along His instructions against greed and covetousness-gesture
With His constant provisions upon His wealthy stature.
I worship Christ for His good benefits* in my stewardship
Undoubtedly supplying me, meeting my needs in our fellowship
Along His favor for my faith's gainful profits around our partnership
With His everlasting commendation while I follow His leadership.
*Psalm 68:19 “Blessed be the Lord, who daily loadeth us with benefits, even the God of our salvation.”
February 27, 2019
The Sustenance of Memories
Sights and sounds, familiar old smells.
Dingy old pictures and Sunday school Bells.
Hot summer days riding bikes in the street,
warm summer nights, Mister Softee would treat.
The smell of the pipe, Grand-papa would smoke,
the connection between us, that long running joke.
White Christmas mornings, filled with such glee,
up all night wondering, what was under that tree.
The music was magical, using weird kinds of players,
33's, 45's, stacked neatly in layers.
Crammed in the wagon, heading off to the mall,
the back seat, the floor hump, and my dumb brother Paul.
Oh what a pleasure, is how it would seem.
Love, friends and family, on the same team.
Such a small gesture
a cold bottle of water;
It invigorates;
Refreshing swallow cuts sweat
leaving lips once again wet;
There’s no replacement
for a bit of ice melting;
Dripping down your skin
a trail of chills and shivers,
Your nerve endings awaken;
Divinely flavored
a lingering taste of love
to keep you balanced;
Not letting the well go dry
you provide me sustenance.
search for sustenance
legs, feelers collaborate
green blend in disguise
There is
nothing wrong
when people
pray to
the sun or
pray to
the stars
for sustenance
tribal superstition nor
mere speculation
it is all
crafted and
connected
through the
hands of God
Indeed, all of it
Buzzfeeding sustenance (eating/drinking) beyond point of satiation
Bloated swollen cheeks
analogous to first Chinese Brother,
who swallowed the sea,
now non sequitur
off beaten track i.e.
less apropos re: guarding
par for race course as if
ace driver won Grand Prix
latter referencing international
horse race for three-year-olds,
founded in eighteen sixty three
931 + 932 = above number
satisfying ghost of Fibonacci.
Original idea predicated whereby
all Americans heartily feast
(stuff themselves to the gills)
salivating cornucopia dime
a dozen lonely people
bemoaning holiday re:
traditional Thanksgiving time,
celebrating joie de vivre chime
wine glasses clink full house,
where ushers pantomime
proffer gobbledygook and
motion rapidly hungry guests
toward smorgasboard prime
tables for gluttonous
to commit punishing crime.
Tentative arrangement made,
whereby oldest sister, and husband,
(who live a jaunt away from Maple Shade
more precisely Woodbury New Jersey)
would swing by Schwenksville
comprising one car motorcade,
thence to shuttle 31.5 miles southeast
our mutual (of Omaha) friend,
I met when counted orbitz
during late 30/early thirtieth decade.
Offer to drive out of their way
presented, since our 2009
Hyundai Sonata did betray
accountability, dependability...
reliability oy vey
woolworth no more than
couple/few Benjamins
yet real challenge constitutes
yours truly, née
theme underlying mein
kampf pennilessness pray
I did (despite being orthodox
atheist) to no avail
relying upon social security
regarding disability (mine) Mayday
forthrightly, feebly, faintly...
calling before men
donned with white coats
came to take me away
to the happy home with trees
and flowers and chirping birds
and basket weavers who sit,
smile, twiddle their thumbs and toes.
Communication break down
compromised eating humble pie
regarding this ole man
upended above mentioned plan
whereby attending
hosted by: Gail la Dorfman
afforded rubber express
thus with Forrest Gump I ran
all the way across
Ocean thru to Japan.
Though sun and rain sustain a tree
And coax it to maturity,
For humans that is not enough;
To grow, we need more complex stuff.
For we require the kind of care
And nurturing to help prepare
Us for the challenges we’ll face
When fortune slips from our embrace.
With luck, we’ll know within our core
That we are loved; with that in store,
Our sustenance will help us be
As tall and mighty as a tree.
*Image of Sunrise by Pixabay.
the sustenance
we heed her keeping
blest anoints our countenance~~
golden star's children
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