Best Tasting Poems
Hold it; let it breathe; it grows better with time.
Ignoring its colors is a crime!
Sniff and swirl it for a sign.
Inhale. Sip. Divine!
Slurp! Savor
wine.
The flavor
that comes from YOUR vine
is more enhanced when you dine -
finding balance. Life can be sublime!
Hold it; let it breathe; it grows better with time.
Poetry Form: An Andaree
written for Chase Trevi's "a wine connoisseur" poetry contest
Categories:
tasting, life, wine,
Form:
Rhyme
On a sunny day
The sun shining bright
It suddenly pours rain
this seldom happens
As suddenly the rain
Stops pouring downward
It quickly stops
then a rainbow is seen
Pondering the taste
Of all the colours
I reached up to taste
the rainbow
Blue-taste like grape
White -peppermint
Yellow - lemon
Green-lime
Orange-orange
Red-cherries
These are the colours I have tasted
Categories:
tasting, rainbow,
Form:
Imagism
A zephyr skipped along, midday,
Rose-daubed my cheek in ides of May,
As if to goad, and giggling, say -
'My lad, this moment's wasting ...
Such zest waits for the tasting!'
The sea was donning Sunday's best,
With shimmered pearls upon its breast,
Its voice reminding from each crest -
'My lad, the hours are wasting ...
Such wine awaits the tasting!'
New heather danced atop the hills,
With white and pink Chantilly frills,
And sang to me with plaintive trills -
'My lad, the day's a-wasting ...
Such fare waits for the tasting!'
The creeping dusk, swathed in the moon,
Enchanted, blue, each dale and dune,
Then, tender-voiced, began to croon -
'My lad, the night-tide's wasting ...
Romance awaits the tasting!'
Oh, months and years go far too fast,
As dreams are swallowed by the past,
But time still beckons, clear and vast -
'My lad, each breath is wasting ...
There's life left for the tasting!'
There's LIFE left, yet ... so TASTE it!'
Categories:
tasting, appreciation, life,
Form:
Rhyme
A foyer of light's light
smiling loved ones to the side
a peace beyond earthly peace
a peek into the afterlife
e=mc2 is meaningless
here
miracles are commonplace
if only we could open up and see them
the stem of the water lily
thin ribbons to heaven
gateways to eternity.
The flesh is brief
shed the flesh cocoon
and taste this unearthly peace
if you will.
Categories:
tasting, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
I am the wind
the textured curl of clouds
those specks of glitter
silver and gold are my
illustrative gleams
the foiling wings
that flutter and flap
feathers ripe with color
complementing all rosy hills
a rolling kiss a splash of
blush a dash of spicy dish
the pepper and the salt
of a morning's stirring serving
see me in the meadows
there where wildflowers overflowing
bees and butterflies how they gaily
bob take lick like little children
at the serving tops of apples candied
making funny faces where those more
tart chasing rainbow tails the
fond remnants of showers
I made this day for you
now do me honor
save some acres from your cities
and roads
one or two at the least
as I keep sacred
your plot through the heavens
Categories:
tasting, christian, earth, environment, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
"Tasting Bliss"
a tender touch ignites romance
fluttering flames create love dance
gentle caresses, tasting bliss,
intoxicates juice of sweet kiss
as hearts entwine, hypnotic trance.
*For Andrea's Catch Phrase, Dazzle Me Contest.
*Dec. 22, 2012.
Categories:
tasting, love, passion,
Form:
Quintilla
Outside your window
I waited as in a dream.
There beneath your sill
whilst in my most int'mate thoughts...
Again we were tasting bliss.
Categories:
tasting, love, memory, passion,
Form:
Tanka
Today I tasted joy.
If fact I tasted my way through the whole day.
Not full course offerings or overindulgent dessert platters,
Just a quiet time, my housecoat, china mug and me.
My husband was here somewhere.
Occasionally he passed by my peripheral vision, nibbling quietly.
I enjoyed solitude, a quiet time with kindle stories and laptop friends,
A catch up time, soup simmering in crockpot time, a memory stone time.
I don’t know what tomorrow brings, and I am content in the moment.
Today I tasted joy.
Categories:
tasting, best friend, day,
Form:
Prose
Under the moonlight
clothes drop to a silky floor
two bodies drip slow
Eyes do the talking
while tongues see the candy treat
all under night sky
Sunrise reflects us
drenched in juices of our lust
salty tasting love
"Sexy Haiku Contest"
written by Michael J Falotico
Categories:
tasting, love, passion,
Form:
Haiku
Closer now, your breath in my hair,
Leaning in for our first kiss.
Touch of lips, too exquisite to bear.
Now, at last, tasting bliss.
My breathing and heartbeat, both amiss.
28/12/2012
for Andrea's contest
Categories:
tasting, romance,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Two
bodies
trembling
in the darkness
as love rains down and covers our drained lips...
In a shower of sweetness my hands reach
inside the walls
of candy
tasting
love.
Categories:
tasting, love, passion,
Form:
Tetractys
Eyes are for seeing.
Ears are for hearing.
Noses are for smelling and breathing
both in and out.
Mouths are for tasting
both bitter hard
and sweet soft truths,
trusts and mistrusts,
cooperations and competitions,
cultures of health and pathology,
climates benign and toxic,
and all sensory flavors between
balance and imbalance.
We reseed universal spirits
in remembered knitting materials of forest,
oceans of becoming
sea son daughters of swimming in and out being.
We reweave omnipotent divinity
within recast integrity of biodiversity.
We feed transcendent wealth of Earth's rich souls
and thereby bleed redemption from subliminal humanity.
Only together we heal future's climate of universal Promise
by re-sensing Elder landscapes of symbiotic swimming polypaths.
As one GaiaTribe of dancing spiritual health
we reconceive material wealth
reborn singing nations
corporations
religions
capitalizations
plantations
ministrations
individual imitations,
cultures of health and less pathology
and all enspirited flavors between
trust and mistrust,
truth of and for healing competing dualistic truths
resounding We Are One MindBody
Resonant CoArising Wave
Categories:
tasting, beauty, culture, education, health,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Instead of breathing air--It is tears I take in.
I can feel them, taste them.
How does one taste their tears…
They slip down your throat when
One weeps on the inside all day.
It has been so long since I heard his voice
I repeat in my head, his last words I heard,
I am afraid I will forget.
“Mama, I love you--I am not going to die.”
I think what we would do if that call came…
No planning a family vacation, a graduation,
There will be no exciting baby announcements
Or wedding invitations
Instead, I wonder will we have a service... No… No…
We will not--
Because in the end it is only us that care.
We will not share you anymore.
Those so called friends will go on with their lives.
They will tell stories of what a bad ass you were
And how you were too cool for school.
They will say words, but will not feel the pain.
Nope--they just keep getting high--as if nothing has changed.
Omg-If they knew we may cremate you,
They would ask if they could smoke you.
Yeah--that is what such good high friends do.
Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao
Categories:
tasting, addiction, bereavement, grief, heartbroken,
Form:
Free verse
Your homemade wine tastes pleasantly neat,
An aromatic, crisp, nutty treat,
But we agree among us,
It tastes a bit like fungus,
Tell us. Why do you have purple feet?
Why? Does my wine leave fuzz on your tongue?
Make it part of it's praises you've sung.
Oh please Comitia, hush!.
stop yelling for your tooth brush,
A little fungus will keep you young.
Inspired and written 6/21/11 by Francine Roberts'
"Bottle of Wine (fruit of the vine)" contest.
Categories:
tasting, funnywine,
Form:
Limerick
I'm tasting the petals and hymn.
It's hard to know where to begin.
Except when my brain falls out and my hate comes in.
I'm tasting the petals and hymn.
I'm tasting the petals and hymn.
I just don't know where to begin.
This time it's my hate that's out and my brain that's in.
I'm tasting the petals and hymn.
I'm tasting the petals and hymn.
I'm tasting the petals and hymn.
Categories:
tasting, cinco de mayo, courage,
Form:
Ballad