Best Taste Poems
Sunlit days I spent on the moor
Sweet Summer heather scents allure
Bathing in waves on Dublin's shore
Aye, Irish lore Aye, Irish lore
Crumbling castles on exhibit
Pricey ticket; warm day visit
Guinness stout without a limit
Tastes exquisite Tastes exquisite
Stung by wild bees in clover leaves
Winded, needed the help of sheaves
Love for Ireland my heart now weaves
And soon it grieves And soon it grieves
Time has come for vacation's end
And Summer's days with Autumn's blend
When I close my eyes and pretend
In dreams I wend In dreams I wend
You are what you eat; it is true,
So cannibals are people too!
5/06/22
Killing with an Epigram contest
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
Sweeter than nectar
More succulent than honey dew
Reminiscent of all that I adore
I long for the taste of you
Like a tall glass of lemonade on a hot summer’s day
Or the cool April rain that tumbles down in May
I long for the taste of you
Like providing sustenance that quenches her thirst
After long lonely drought has famished our beloved mother earth
I long for the taste of you
Like springs first showers encouraging flowers to bloom
Cultivating my soil, your nourishment is consumed
I long for the taste of you
Like being drawn to your flame like a moth to a fire
Mesmerized by your flames
It’s a burning desire
I long for the taste of you
Like missing you before your gone and hoping that you’ll stay
Like smelling the sweetness of your skin
Even when your miles away
I long for the taste of you
Like reaching a never ending, peak of ecstasy
Like felling your love deep inside me
I long for the taste of you
Like looking into your eyes as you look back into mine
When we make love it’s always as precious as our first time
Like the calm after the storm when our bodies intertwine.
That’s why
I long for the touch, for the taste
For the your presence
For the essence of you
Form:
When I close my eyes I fall...
I'm dropped into a soul with no walls...
In this dreamworld I'm forced to walk alone...
Strolling my past that's stripped to the bone...
I try to blow off the dust that sits on my tears...
All the stumbles and mistakes that won't disappear...
Free falling through hands and stares that have no faces...
And suddenly I'm dropped back down to familar places...
But the dream I still taste on the back of my tongue...
And for that day I breathe and swallow a dream still sung...
"Dream a Lil Dream" contest
12/4/11
The snow was drifting drifting drifting – white
like pearls of whispers falling on my cheek.
The stars were fairies’ wands. They were so bright
that looking up at them, we did not speak.
We stood outside my house, and soon you’d go.
Pines twined with blinking lights were everywhere
around my yard. We wore no hats, and so
small flakes of snow were glittering our hair.
We laughed at that! Your ungloved hand in mine
was all the warmth I needed in the cold.
You pulled me close. Oh, winter most divine
with my new love. I sensed you growing bold.
Beneath a full moon’s glow – just you and I -
A taste of Xmas was our kiss goodbye.
Dec. 19, 2020 for Emile Pinet's Winter Poetry Contest
Nov 26, 2021 for "X" Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Morn's Coffee Will Taste Of My Tears
If you have left me say it plain
some deep cut hearts can't stand the strain.
If dawn shines and you are not here
morn's coffee will taste of my tears.
I'll not beg you back, not my style
I will deeply mourn little while.
Strap on my boots, in dark world go
embrace sorrows I've come to know.
If you ask forgive, try again
I will say no and say amen
Let your past forever be gone
I'll chew my cud and live alone.
When we both die, again we meet.
I will pray not your soul to greet.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-05-2018
Sonnet, (Love Once Broken)
Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8
Total # Syllables: 112
Total # Words: 100
My old daddy use to tell me about the war he had to fight,
He said don’t believe those movies, cause killing ain’t no pretty sight.
He said no one is born a hero you just fight to stay alive,
Cause when those bullets start to flying your only thought is to survive.
No matter what people may say, freedom it don’t come free,
And I pray you never see the things that I had to see.
And he said son the taste of freedom is a taste worth dieing for,
And that should be the only reason to ever fight in those damned old wars.
He talked about his comrades, so many now are gone,
He said I am a lucky one to see my son full grown.
So many young men back then were buried where they fell,
You see son war is not a game it’s a living, breathing hell.
You’re fighting for what you know is right and they are fighting for what they believe,
While mothers on both sides just pray and weep and grieve.
And when they get that letter that says their son will not return,
They say one last prayer for others, Lord will they ever learn.
To say you really hate someone is a truly ruthless thought,
But there are those that feel that way and why these wars are fought.
Son he said I don’t think there will ever be peace as long as men exists,
Freedom is our gift and we must protect no matter how much they persist.
G………God
B…………Bless
A……………America
A smooth summer rain drums on the umbrella
In a city where everything flies so fast
She could see him from a long distance
The heart beats an extra stroke - or more
Eight years have passed since their paths parted
The fate had brought them back together
He meets her with a smile and a soft butterfly kiss
like a tune filled with joy
"Finally at home" he says and kisses her once more
The feeling tears her under the red umbrella
Every raindrop felt like a kiss from heaven
He is the most beautiful man she has met
Amor can rest, he knows this is true love
30/10/2018
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
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tish
tish
tish
Mine ears heard past the heavy
Summer
Drops
the sizzle as the wet
tapped
Eve’s
exposed
flesh
shhh
shhh
shhh
Mine ears heard past the steady
Thunder’s
Clap
eve’s
quivering
lips
"Sweet Taste of Love"
sweet taste
of true love
is divine essence
sprinkled from heavenly skyline by Angels.
thin line
severs love
hate resonates heart
dagger thrusts ---
love conquers life if hearts remain faithfully
as the golden arch shatters dreams caged in death.
*For 12 lines or under Contest.
A Taste of Paradise
Passionate, moonlit nights ensconced in my beloved’s embrace,
A feeling of exquisite pleasure … we’re totally consumed by desire’s fire.
Restored is our faith in the enduring power of true love,
And the gift of infinite joy it bequests to the heart and soul.
Drunk on emotions, delightfully we soar, wrapped up
Intensely in these magical moments, glowing in rapture so divine, we
Sing a harmonious duet to enthralling heavenly music; so
Enchanting and eternal like stars is our love … we taste Paradise.
12-22-2015
Contest: Paradise - Acrostic
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Placement: 3rd
I’ve tasted betrayal before just like I have tasted lies
but each time it’s so bitter, the taste always a surprise.
I cannot expel this sickness you left to rot in my soul
the brittleness of your lies that made you lose control.
So I am left no resolution and more unanswered questions,
you told me it would be an hour when I’d only had seconds.
You came in as an infection and you’re leaving a disease
once proud I stood and yet you brought me to my knees
your taking me down and you’re dragging me low.
Why take my hand if you only plan to just let go?
Nature's curse, putting the whole to sober
but when over-stretched, can sting like rubber
comfort and strength all in a bad set
the body's freedom, limited by an inner corset
a corrosive inside in need of the next butter
physiological redemption coming through water
instinctive drive to swallow the sea
any coloured liquid, tantalizing as tea
an inevitable cycle to constantly stay fresh
preserving the functionality of a dying flesh
Tonight I felt the deep inner desire to conform, to feel at right with the crowd for fear of being scorned. But don't be fooled dearest reader, this ain't a story of morals and how I got consumed into a life of addiction or crap like that. This isn't a sob story, just written down at the drop of a hat. The real twist is that I didn't give in, but where does that leave me? A lonesome wanderer gazing at an infinite sea? A person dreadfully awake, in the midst of a miraculous dream? Truth be told I at times feel the luckiest, not drawing near to the most common follies of my peers. But at what price? For who, in a world filled with bubbly laughter, could hear the sound of a silent tear? Who, holding a hand of their own, following a path they love, could notice a shadow like me, so hopelessly alone? I love you all most dearly, but like the moon loves the sea... just out of reach but always in sight. I live my life as the rainbow kisses the earth, wishing for my colors to allay someone else's hurt, if only for a moment, a minuscule grain, on this sandy shore. I am really not so significant, but still I desire to be more. But in all honesty how can I? I'm simply an observer, a reporter looking in. I'm not the strongest, nor the brightest, the bravest, nor the wisest. I am just a man with an eye for beauty and an obsession for the safety of the bench. So still I watch in dread as others live and I just sink. I clutch to papers filled with so much lifeless ink! They are nothing but shards of myself, tossed and thrown in mile high piles, that none in their right minds could ever wish to file! Though the world I live in and the one which I've created, seldom collide, I sit still waiting on that perilous bridge, for someone else just as crazy, and just as lonesome, to sit it out with me, side by side. It may not be perfect but it feels right. And honestly who could hope for more at the end of the night? You have a destination in mind and a foot always in front. You have the whole world palmed in between delicate fingertips. So go on and take a swig! Ingest within you... the taste of a wish!
Do not confuse
my compliance
with agreement.
My quiet is not
for your appeasement.
I’m trying to survive,
while knowing
my suffering
makes you feel alive.
I’ll never understand,
how pushing me down,
causes you to thrive.
Is there
a special taste
in my fear?
A satiation
of your thirst
that is quenched
by a tear?
How do you
see yourself
when you
look in a mirror?
Would you
cease to exist
if I wasn’t here?
I am
sucked up
by your need.
Your “Love me
love me” creed!
Your soul hole
is to big to feed.
You’re a human parasite,
or a deep rooted weed.
How much more,
will you cause me to bleed?
I am child
You hold
all the power.
An imposing figure
like a clock tower.
I am held
in your tick talk grip,
hour after hour.
As I grow quieter,
you become
louder and louder.
Now I make
my great escape.
My own new world
a different landscape.
The old me
hung out to dry,
like a freshly
cleaned sheet draped
I become,
my own Super Hero,
with a brand new cape.
Without you,
my strength grew.
I did not allow you,
to determine who
I should be,
or what I am supposed to do.
That part of my life
is finally through.
All the lies you
forced fed me,
none of them were real.
I didn’t know then
how I should feel.
You somehow
convinced me
you were a big deal.
Now you hold no sway
and little appeal.
I got off of
your mind controlled
hamster wheel!
My life’s now my own,
I stopped the steal.
I am reading Edith Egler’s book “The Gift”
It caused me to contemplate abuse at the
hands of my father. I wrote another piece
titled Eddy in which I tried to understand what
shaped who he became. I am not angry with
him anymore. He passed away over 20 years
ago. I must admit it was an important part of
my family healing.