Best Tasted Poems
When the rainbow seen
After a rainfall pouring
With the sun shining
I would look upward
Seeing the colors
Of the rainbow seen
Bright colors shining
looking to to the sky
I ponder the colors
What would they taste like?
I chose my colors
I wanted to taste
My first color could
Be red then yellow
Then I would choose white
Picking one color
It would be red
It tastes like cherries
Yellow taste like lemon pie
i love these flavours
Of the rainbow picked
Then blue for blueberries
Then white for mint
I enjoyed these taste
What color would you pick?
What would it taste like?
I tasted summer…
It sure tasted good
I was dying for a sip
Of my iced coffee CHINO
Only in Cyprus…
My drug of choice
Crushed ice with sweetened coffee
OH....YES!
In the evenings
succulent watermelon treats
Eating it all with relish
Even the seeds
what greed!
I tasted summer…
In that first dive into the pool
How cool!
Immersed in liquid delight
Open eyes
I touched the bottom of the pool
Two dolphins painted there
Let me have my way...
I did a handstand
Legs pointed straight up into the air
The water running down my legs
Straight up....I held on
Weightless
Weightless
In my element
My hair flowing around me
As I did my strokes
Diving in and out of the water
A fish…
That's how I got described
by the one who watched,
"Your so agile"
Such exuberance
I thought…OH…this is better...
Better that a sensual high
There was I
Gliding in and out
Water above, below, all around
Carrying me
Splashing around me
loving me
Playing...playing with my hair
Saturating my soul
With giddiness
Muted sound
Below the surface
I swim underwater
The width of the pool
I thrust up for air
Water slides off my body
The sun kisses me
Applauding the feat
I taste summer
It sure tastes good
Salty scent in my hair
My body slathered in sunscreen
Sand clinging to me
The beach
My sensing feasting
On every single thing...
My eyes delighted
A small September crowd
Enjoys the breeze
that creates the waves
I wade into the water
Intake of breath
I squeal
It's refreshingly cold
The water laps at my legs
crawling further and further up
Making me gasp
Finally....
I submerge
I laugh
I dive into the waves
One by one
I play...
I push myself high
My face to the shore
They pound on my back
I take a deep breath and let them roll over me
Enjoying the roughness
That "out of control" feeling
This is greater than me
And then
I lie back
I float
Blue above
White puffs: baby angel breath clouds
I let the sun ravish
The water carries me
I forget everything
My mind blank like the blue sky
There is nothing but the NOW
NOW
And there am I
Tasting summer
Salty and sweet
September treat
And happy
Oh, so, happy, am, I!
Eileen Manassian
Our souls connected on a higher plane,
I didn't know her first or last name,
she was definitely from Venus,
probably my twin flame.
I'll take my chances,
and put up no fight--
Oh, her lips tasted sweet
just like pure moonlight!
Saturn spun off
and sliced through space.
The solar wind couldn't wipe
the smiles from our face.
We sought out stars--
uninhabited constellations.
Quivering uncontrollably
with celestial vibrations.
A new song chimed,
I was so blown away.
She was the one,
my new Namasté!
Loud insistent dragons are pounding at my brick walls.
Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. No walls now.
These giant creatures have escaped, uninhibited, free.
In a happy, wicked slow walk, they approach the town.
Heading toward a communal meadow of unsuspecting villagers.
Children running out to greet them, recognizing them immediately.
They carry slop buckets of left overs, to entice the dragons to stay.
“What dragons?” the adults lament. Not being able to see them now.
It is the annual spring and release day. Always on March fifth.
In honor of the Grand Plume Matriarch Grandma Dragon
Who one hundred years ago had the foresight to see what was what.
She realized that dragon slayers would continue if dragons kept consuming humans.
In the middle of the night, she approached one of the few adults
Left in the world, who still believed in dragons – My great grandma, Marguerite.
Marguerite was surrounded by faeries, dancing and singing at the time.
She stopped in mid-dance when she saw Matriarch Grandma Dragon staring.
“I was terrified,” Great Grandma Marguerite told me thirty years later.
“I had heard of dragons, but I had not seen them since I was a child. It was scary.”
These two wise women of different species, religions, and belief systems,
Discussed the possible merging of dragons and humans in a peace covenant.
“Not a big deal,” my best dragon friend Michelle said to me,
“Letting go of human tasting. Have you ever tasted human?”
I truthfully admitted that I had not, so she shared this tidbit…
“Flavor of squirrel, squid, and skunk,” she said. “Not tasty.”
We linked arms and went to school, where we had a great time.
Yes, humans are allowed to attend school now.
It is not only dragons who can get an education.
Progress by two wise and wonderful women – dragon and human.
I tasted of temptation
With a pinch of infatuation
A touch of captivation
And a dash of imagination
With heaps of fascination
And a sense of excitation
With this newfound jubilation
You’re my favorite fixation
Aimless
Shameless
Nameless
Claimless
Downward, his life's path: Aimless, shameless
A legacy lost: Nameless, claimless
I’m sending my words in the air…
Close your eyes and taste the care…
Nothing sad that will bring a frown…
A positive breeze that will stay around…
Inhale it all till your lips moisten in rhyme…
Then blow a kiss back that will inspire mine…
~From me to my Poet friends~
My eyes closed, he made me breathe, he stopped...
and I cried, I drowned myself in the taste of how it should be as he opened me, opened his
hand and showed me the way time escapes from us, and I would say...
yes...
in that moment, I would whisper myself across his hands and we'd watch yesterday scatter,
I'd study confusion and laugh.
I wanted to tell him that if I walked, I'd stumble, my head would turn backwards towards
him waiting to see him run...
but I'd never call, not once, not on a Saturday when the sun broke the sky and clouds
shattered, pieces of my heart breaking...
waiting...
for him to understand.
Nights followed me and daydreams appeared in his open mouth as I brushed my lips across
his shoulders and watched tomorrow come true, and I never wanted much, I never begged for
him, I fell to his side, I felt my life dissolve into him, I whispered secrets because
when he sleeps...
he never hears me...
he never knows I'm scared.
I wanted to agree, but blue never dropped down in straight lines and I was terrified my
tears would fall in patterns that resembled pain, I wanted to open my mouth and show him
who I was, but my voice sounds too pretty when I speak his name...
I wanted to tell him, but he slept...
he dreamed while my secrets kissed his skin and hushed the Saturdays I'd
waited
for him to call
and the Sundays when my tears tasted a little bit like how it should be
when my lips
still
tasted him.
Mis besos sabe a Coca Cola
Tengo los labios jugosos como las cerezas
Tengo un gusto dulce para ir a cenar
Siempre ha sido así que no es sorpresa
La coca cola está en el cielo con diamantes
Y me esta volviendo a dar sed quieres un besito que te lleve ala galaxia de donde vengo yo pues con migo y la Coca Cola te vas a ir burbujeando toma un trago Coca-cola / Refrescante / Bubbly bubbles / Go up your nose / Making you sneeze / y siente lo frío y el dulce sabor que con un solo trago no va hacer suficiente para tu sed ... así son mis besos uno solo no te va a quitar la sed del deseo de volverme a besar .....Todo lo que quiere hacer es tocar las lunas de mi galaxia atu lado toma mi mano no tengas miedo Vamos, vamos con la coka cola bien fría
Podemos escapar al gran sol
Salimos al otro lado
Salimos al otro lado
Salimos al otro lado
Vamos, vamos, vamos, vamos, bebé
Whoa ah si Llevo mis diamantes para ya no regresar atu mundo y quedarnos en mi galaxia que se llama coca cola
A star-lit night,while out on patrol...If
the enemy is ever sighted,it's beyond my
control.Land mines and IED's blow up metal
boxes on wheels...American live's,of this
un-Godly politically oil inspired war of
Iraq,takes as steals.An American flag waves
in the wind and flies overhead...Is Arab
oil the price we pay for our very own dead?
02-27-2006'.
The Words I haven't spoken... have held me back for many years,
And thoughts of blame and worry... for to many times I've tasted tears,
For a preacher tries to guild his flock... so many times i failed,
For i have looked up at an empty sky... to bring him back oh how I've wailed,
And now three days and counting... until Herman ratcliff lands on solid ground,
Should I become the man i set out for... 15 yrs ago that's still not found,
Am I lost in the abyss of misery , will this mind ever reach it's peace,
Or for this minds sake and principle with this man just reach for a peice,
Will i get mashed up like potatoes...even 2nd in command he got it wrong,
I just did the best I could...just out of reach reach to get it right he wished for solid
ground,
It's not racial or racist to many eyes it seems to be...it's just the make up and break up
of a fictitious family to be,
But Herman you messed up when you crossed Bennett and olive and fate struck my brother
down...for I will smile upon the day they toss you corpse inside the ground,
I hope that right before you die that you see and remember me...that i'm the boy that
became a man in spite of what your young self has done to me,
Say kiss my butt to my mom one more time and see what happens to your seed...I'll erase
from the history books...and they won't remember nothing but me,
The east side Earegood boogie man will creep all through your life...down ever broken
corner you rome...the word irrelevant will personify your life,
I'm the man that's still a boy that tasted tears all through his life...that messed up a
million times in this messed up thing we called life,
I got my sympathies for you that I've seen that side of change...you didn't do anything
but get caught up you say your actions to you were strange,
No degree, no trade, just some years to degrade, your mind and soul you try to keep up but
inside you die...Oh how I wish you'd see these eyes,
No apologizing..no way to get out...what the fates have lined up for us theres no one to
hear you scream and shout....Michael Earegood II
after it was tasted
depending upon your point of view
you must like being called liberal lou
if you have verve, swerve and nerve
name could be charlie conservative
difference between what can it be
how far back must we go in history
to have ensured an assured solution
pesky problem is profusion of pollution
what has messed up our whole mind
and schedule made us all far behind
what before us should soon appear
neutral solution very close and near
never again sides will we ever take
and a mole in the hole might make
before away my life has been wasted
english food is best when properly tasted
james thomas horn
retired veteran dedicated to
my english friend terry cooper
Let me go into darkness knowing I once tasted heaven
So much heartache can I ever be forgiven
Learning the truth destroys the lie
Living without love as the years past bye
Fading away existing without hope
Its my mission deep inside to cope
Only God can save me from my own demise
I will look for you forever within the deep blue skies
Will the seas ever part and let me find my way
I drop to my knees and pray for that fateful day
Knowing you are the better part of me
Your presence alone can truly set me free
Velvet soft I tasted her love
I tasted her love
she was velvet
lavender breath chocolate kiss
taste of angel food
she was velvet
I licked her essence I embraced her soul
taste of angel food
like manna from Heaven A morsel to behold
I licked her essence I embraced her soul
lavender breath chocolate kiss
like manna from Heaven A morsel to behold
I tasted her love
1/10/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
I tasted it, I spit it out
I tasted it, didn’t like
I tasted it yet didn’t inhale
Most of it vaped, yet to no a vale
I touch it, it was hot
I touch it, it was not
Hardly tangible
Yet not augmented able YUCK!
Taste like bitter sweet defeat to me YUM!
11/19/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2020©