Best Toothsome Poems
The moon casts a surreal light
Upon looking out of the window
The night is my mistress
Solitude my blanket
Then I think of you:
The daffodils dancing as they glisten
Your almond eyes,
Serene lips always rest unscathed -
Right every after kiss,
Your silly ponytail.
They speak to me in rhythms
They hush me in rhymes
As I haunt an honest silence
To save the calmness half death
My body aches to breathe your breath -
Your tequila breath.
I smile outstretched from ear to ear
For it brings the contemplative
mood of my soul
Your flavored lip gloss lingers on me now
Bewitched on how it bathes
As it rinses my lips - my chapped lips.
Like an ocean hugging its shore:
Sweet,
Toothsome,
Relishing -
It tastes like Paris.
Tonight I lie in bed,
A nest which doesn't offer
A place of comfort no more
Tossing and turning
Swaying restlessly
All because you stop singing my lullaby
It's our pillow upon my head
Reaching against my wet cheeks:
Dull,
Lifeless,
Colder than death -
Too later - Too soon
It would then be
Drowned by cobwebs
Soaked in tears.
Authors Note:
The Love Me or Love Me Not - Free Verse Poetry Contest
4th Place(Honorable Mention)
January 28, 2008
Sponsor: Mark Cotterman
Categories:
toothsome, devotion, loss, love, me,
Form:
Free verse
Our God be praised for crunchy things, He weaves
Benediction to our senses - bounteous gift
The crunch of acorns, crackle of the leaves
Neath frosted cautious foot steps given lift
No more soft salad days in sunlit field
Now taste buds come alive and cue desire
For fare more robust challenge as we yield
Our choice, alimentation to the fire
Then what the oven! what the grill! the heat!
To metamorphose dull food catalogue
To scrumptious toothsome sustenance replete
With crackling why not go the wholesome hog
Transformed by sensual pleasure as we munch
We’re moved to a higher being with the crunch
Categories:
toothsome, senses,
Form:
Rhyme
1.
From a happy childhood, safe and loved,
I’ve come a long, long way.
But I recall those toothsome times
with sunshine all the day.
The woes and troubles of the world,
were kept from my young ears.
Ogres were only in story books
and were no cause for fears.
2.
Young children snatched from out our yards
and spirited away.
The freedom that I had in youth
cannot be theirs today.
This lovely world God gave us has
been almost destroyed by war.
It truly seems a grievous sin
to be happy anymore.
When there is hunger everywhere
and illness, sadness, tears,
even a beloved home is not
a refuge from our fears.
3.
It’s been ten years September Eleven,
since complete madness began.
Our safe world is gone forever
caused by savagery of man.
Categories:
toothsome, war, happy, world, happy,
Form:
Ode
Again, 'tis that glorious season of the year,
For sharin' love and spreadin' holiday cheer!
Time for my dear spouse to begin her ever-lovin',
Bakin' of toothsome delicacies in her trusty oven!
Some of Grandma's recipes are used in this enterprise,
'Specially the one for her scrumptious pecan pies!
She bakes a fruit cake of which I'll taste just a tittle,
But I'll sure sink my choppers into lots of peanut brittle!
An elaborate Victorian gingerbread house is created,
And cakes so soaked in rum I'll surely be inebriated!
There are spritz cookies of every size and shape.
Calories abound in the penuche over which I go ape!
A Yule tradition is a cookie call snickerdoodles.
Of these and pralines I can eat oodles and oodles!
Aromas waftin' about the house nearly drive me daffy,
As she makes cookies, walnut fudge and molasses taffy!
I'm allowed the bliss of the pots and pans to scrape,
But beyond that from the kitchen I must escape!
To sample all that stuff my palate is just itchin',
But I'm unceremoniously invited out of the kitchen!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
toothsome, funny, holidayhouse, house,
Form:
Rhyme
A dark, round perception of a food
Get into your mouth – quickly;
Please eat it, don’t be rude
I know you’re in trouble, because it is pricey
You are the vein and muscle of my arm
But how about some healin’ like a chocolate;
Don’t be scared of the harm
Anyway, it’s not a big bockelet
Some tea and bread for an instance
Get it in your mind for the future
I know this sounds something madness
But I just want you to know that we are mutual
An eye for an eye will only make the world blind
The blindness we can’t even know
Take as many as you want, never mind
At the kitchen, there’s plenty more
For the sake of going out to the outside world
I travel far; picked up a red charming locket;
Just to make sure you don’t make a rebel
I had leave you some toothsome chocolate
Categories:
toothsome, addiction, chocolate, emotions,
Form:
after William Carlos Williams
My husband and daughter sleep
blind to the bleach
of street lamps
and every wellspring headlight sluicing
the dark
Pre-dawn but this cavity
chants of you —
Don’t smile
Don’t smile
Better to tongue
the deep, empty groove
I rise, pirouette across
cold parquet
The kitten shadows me
so we waltz until
it is time to commit
Keys under fingers
twitch, twitch
and my page glows as the black
prowls into this gentled grey
the taste of a cached penny
behind compressed lips
Hold your breath
make my wish
Categories:
toothsome, life, poetry, writing,
Form:
Free verse
Spare dimes and nickels were rather scarce when I was a lad,
But when I received a nickel now and then from my dear old Dad,
I'd hie to the store to buy a box of those ambrosial snacks,
Known to kids in all the land as scrumptious Cracker Jacks!
I can think of no other tasty morsel created for the masses,
Than that toothsome blend of popcorn, peanuts and molasses!
On the box was a picture of Sailor Jack in his sailor suit,
Along with his faithful mutt, Bingo, colorful and so cute!
Ah, but those magic words on the box are what caught my eyes:
"GUESS WHAT'S INSIDE!" - there was always a 'valuable' prize!
With trembling hand I'd reach in the box with great expectation,
And finding some trivial trinket, I'd give a cry of jubilation!
You might find a baseball card, jacks and among other things,
A tiny truck, ship, automobile and even 'diamond' rings!
A toy soldier, whistle, a fire engine, a small animal or plane,
A card with one of Jack's Funny Facts or a miniature train!
"What'd ya git?" kids asked, then swapping would commence.
In our youthful greed, these dealings grew quite intense!
In the autumn of my life, I peer back through the mists of time,
Recalling simple Cracker Jacks and times that were more sublime!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
toothsome, childhood, funnyautumn, , cute,
Form:
Rhyme
That awesome evening kiss,
It was the glide among the evening stars
A vantage of the full moon
The picturesqueness of the setting sun
That kiss was the soporific sparkle
A flight through the promised paradise
What an evening experience it was
Eruption of ultimate passion and bliss
That wasn’t just my alluring lips onto yours
Such an incomprehensible surge it was
It was a poem onto your syrupy and luscious lips
With every deep breath you recited the ebony lines
Every breath had the stanzas flowing with fluidity
Every gentle rub on our overlapping lips had the rhythm
Our tongues’ fiery embers rubbed that evening
So toothsome that I never wished for the finish line
With such an enchanting moment I felt my blood flow
So rosy, so gentle you flew my world with ease and charm
With the sparkle I grew immortal as your fingers tickled my skin
With my mind and heart stopping were pheromones from our skins
By now a delectable fountain sizzled away full of wishes
You swept away all the dandelions as my bones grew spongy
So rosy and gentle that gardens of pleasure yearned for some
That evening kiss gave me a night of bliss.
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Categories:
toothsome, love, relationship, romantic,
Form:
Free verse
The visitation of that unpleasant side of life is here
comes with a series of pain is this compulsory treasure hunt
issues grow fat and fetch more corn meal from our distresses
the skin is seared but patience never stops rolling
surrendering to be the devil’s toothsome victim
for struggles to eat the soul to complete discomfort
fire is inhaled, dense smoke, exhaled
as the mind desperately finds cover under the liver
the only options are bitter flavours or sour syrups
then more problems on existing ones superpose
redemption looks, shakes its head and ignores flatly
the mind goes casual for each thorn to drop
but challenges end on those who are permanently frozen
so holding onto the strongest pole is the only way out
suffering’s surveillance gradually blocked and debugged
this phase ends as character is healed from rickets
Categories:
toothsome, anxiety, life, society, spoken
Form:
Free verse
The visitation of that unpleasant side of life is here
comes with a series of pain is this compulsory treasure hunt
issues grow fat and fetch more corn meal from our distresses
the skin is seared but patience never stops rolling
surrendering to be the devil’s toothsome victim
for struggles to eat the soul to complete discomfort
fire is inhaled; dense smoke, exhaled
as the mind desperately finds cover under the liver
the only options are bitter flavours or sour syrups
then more problems on existing ones superpose
redemption looks, shakes its head and ignores flatly
the mind goes casual for each thorn to drop
but challenges end on those who are permanently frozen
so holding onto the strongest pole is the only way out
suffering’s surveillance gradually blocked and debugged
this phase ends as character is healed from its rickets.
Categories:
toothsome, adventure, character, life, strength,
Form:
Free verse
High above gray Manhattan’s marge,
‘Midst toothsome towers in the sky,
A construction crane there looms large,
Dwarfing the crowds of passersby.
A new building grows, rising high,
Clouding another patch of sky.
A tower for trade will arrive
Where businesses may fail or thrive.
An unsung Mohawk warrior,
And an iron-ribbed Spartan crane,
Raising stanchions; bolting girders,
Work in harmony on the frame.
Clutching the cables of the crane,
Beam rider goes where most aren’t fain;
Riding angled steel slabs, held tight,
High aloft, nearly out of sight.
In their union, we may marvel:
From out of an architect’s dreams,
Row by row; level by level,
They unfold a right-angled frame.
And when the beam rider has gone,
Who will recall his days bygone?
For those who make real others’ dreams,
That is the way it goes, it seems.
Categories:
toothsome, appreciation, courage, dedication, work,
Form:
Rhyme
Thanksgiving Dinner
How many more?
I asked myself, and answers
may be coming into focus with
the flimsy recollection
of that flock of chubby birds
each settling down a final time
upon audacious altars dedicated
to a gentle greed of some implied
profanity, but rubbed away by appetite
and invocational acknowledgement
of The Divine.
I hardly know them anymore, and yet
the love still circulates, (less inhibited perhaps)
though somehow bourne in artifice
by the enlightenment of youth
and shrinking globe, the breadth
of which we now may fly with ease.
One guest I do not greet
with great affection, though I know him
well enough--the creeping thread
of age advances like the moss
upon a headstone, insideous
in its meandering through time
and unobtrusive as companion
to the slow decay beneath.
It's rather like a testamonial
to all the goings on
inside the little white
faith-steepled church
that guards it, also
to its little flock of souls surviving,
for they too must gather faithfully
around the great, and toothsome bird
content to rule today in silence there
among his retinue of entrements.
I think of Grandpa,
more than 50 years ago
there at the table's head--
now I must be the patriarch
and assume his place,
and yes, perhaps his imminent demise.
(Quite suddenly I realize
that's quite all right with me)
So what is the point
of all these memories?
I think we need them
just to salvage some significance,
or worse, to craft a fleeting and illusory
impression that a history
in microscopic miniature somehow mattered
for a moment in this heavy crazy quilt
so solemnly laid down upon
a dusty speck among the stars.
~
Categories:
toothsome, family,
Form:
Free verse
A land where chilly hills wallow over their boundaries,
Creating an essence of warmth and amity.
A land with toothsome pies and and leaf encrusted foundries.
Resembling the image of a foreign filled fantasy.
A land full of happiness and love
For all who come
With shining crossed heavens above
Till the day is done.
An island with such admiration and lure,
Must have had a similar past
But What if I told you, that the historic stories are so very poor,
That for many years, a clouded gloom was forever cast.
Hills as bare as a bony shattered back
Fragments of ebullient mud and moist
Still Beaten by dear talents they lack
Yet their opinions are forever voiced.
We trotted the damp and dirty shores
With English shackles on our hearts.
Despair and whiskey pervading our pores.
Division and woe, but never truly apart.
Decades later and through the brim,
We see a chance we cannot deny.
"Take to the polls", but the outcome still seems grim,
The stakes and divisions have never been so high.
"You won't survive, you're weak, you can't"
"I am strong enough I can!" -
- I shan't!
The Scottish people have spoken
Screams, and shouts from old Big Ben,
"Scotland dearest, we still own ya!"
May she not make the same mistake again
For we must all protect and cherish our Caledonia
Categories:
toothsome, adventure, beautiful, birth, blessing,
Form:
Free verse
There's tom, turning turgid today. Tenderness to the thought tabulator. Terrible
torture today, take that to tinsel town! Twords turn this turkey to tom's torrid tale
telling true torch tunes. Take two tylenol, turn toothsome televivion teleplay to
tomorrow's tomography, twice told tales tell the truth. Touche'!!
(told ya I iz nutz!)
Categories:
toothsome, funny, imagination, on writing
Form:
Tail-rhyme
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Gruesome
Toothsome
Inspired by Donna Golden's Footle contest
Categories:
toothsome, funny, holiday
Form: