You standing there looking so innocent
and sexy, biting your lip
Smiling so guile-y and your hair
Cascading around your face
Over your shoulders and styled by JBF
You standing a bit awkwardly your legs
falling from my flannel shirt
And smooth as hell, your feet up on the balls
as if in high heels
Flexing in anticipation and a devilish grin
With a "What me?" delectation
It's not a skirt it's my flannel shirt
And you with your post coital giggle
A splash of bawdy and a hint of naughty
and looking muy caliente
With my eyes I take you in as you take
my breath away
Categories:
delectation, clothes, longing, sensual, sexy,
Form: Prose Poetry
pimpernel on my thighs
eloquence and delectation
conversations with the wise
reveal to me which death i must die.
lily in the valley
bravery passion and determination
whatever has to be done
is a puzzling bird song
eyes lifted skyward past the sun
sensitive tranquil and confident
imagination manifests the role
your humanity learned to adore
suspended in the 'not' time
zeal energy and the wish fulfilled
feelings don't get shut down
nor are they the skin of a reticent sound
kissing the pompon undefined
foregoing forbearing sacrificial
the soul has no power in the self
until it is recognized by it
sunflowers begin a perfect day
poised energized and glowing
outside is all within
happiness is on the other side of fear
waterlilies basking in the moonlight
resplendent unobscured polished
dreaming up another dawn
reveals to me which death i must die.
Categories:
delectation, 12th grade, visionary,
Form: Free verse
Putting on the style at Grande Yatte*
'stipletized' by Georges Seurat
in pointillist perfection
on the eye a 'delectation'
Categories:
delectation, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
We enjoy reading poems from the past.
They describe those ages, their horrors.
Should we regret delectation as we suck in,
and smile at, repugnance, misery, sadness?
Should we repel such poems of sorrow
choose only humour, gladness, joy?
So easily can we turn our backs on
misery that tortures so many.
So quickly may we lie on the ground,
punch it with clenched hands,
roar with our cries; or may we smile,
get up, forget what is so far behind us?
(11 December 2023)
Categories:
delectation, allusion,
Form: Free verse
three thirty, exact
the bell
jangled
gathered my coat
foregoing
the afterschool
match
tuesday
my weekly treat
awaited on gran's
baking tray
I opened
the back door
a spicy aroma
fiiled the air
there
it was freshly baked
my
weekly share
pipng hot
drizzled with honey
moreish&
yummy
a moist
mouthwatering
confection
succulent
sultana delectation
home -baked
by she
especially
for
me
Categories:
delectation, food, nostalgia,
Form: Bio
three thirty, exact
foregoing
the afterschool
match
tuesday
my weekly treat
awaits on gran's
baking tray
arriving there
a spicy aroma
fiiled the air
it was freshly baked
my
weekly share
bread pudding
pipng hot
drizzled with honey
moreish&
yummy
a moist
mouth watering
confection
this
sultana delectation
home -baked
in her pinny
especially& just
for
me
Categories:
delectation, food, memory,
Form: Bio
Adonai authors all,
anticipates all,
altruistically acts,
accomodating* acrimonious aliens,
allowing adoptive access.
Beloved bestows blessing,
begetting bliss,
birthing born-again believers.
Creator conveys
captivating covenental communiques;
creatures cogitate,
construct creedal confessions.
Divine drama,
documented,
drives doctrine,
develops delighted disciples
drinking deeply,
delivering doxologies.
* in the sense of reconciling
Categories:
delectation, blessing,
Form: Abecedarian
FIRE AND BRIMSTONE
Whitened collar, fixedly starched
To the ultimate limits of self-perfection,
Points righteous, crooked finger
At an open-mouthed assembly,
Crouching beneath thick-
Eyebrowed gaze of a dark
Frock-coated scarecrow.
His cackling voice emits
Hollowed-out squawks,
Casting lines of invective
Like steel confetti
Into the ironic celebration
Of a judgemental wedding
For outsiders, condemned
Beyond the pale.
Heaven is expunged by murkiest haze of hell,
Begrimed in dark, closed-off shades,
A treacherous welcome for
Those who smear themselves
With so much intrigued slime of purest evil,
Cloaked with superior innocence
For the delightful delectation
Of ascetic, hair-shirted fools.
Categories:
delectation, abuse, addiction, corruption, hate,
Form: Free verse
three thirty, exact
the bell
jangled
gathered my coat
foregoing
the afterschool
match
tuesday
my weekly treat
awaited on gran's
baking tray
I opened
the back door
a spicy aroma
fiiled the air
there
it was freshly baked
my
weekly share
pipng hot
drizzled with honey
moreish&
yummy
a moist
mouthwatering
confection
succulent
sultana delectation
home -baked
by she
especially
for
me
Categories:
delectation, food, grandmother,
Form: Verse
winds bluster deep within the sycamore
pulling memories from the strength
of time
as shattered leaves commence their fall
I watch, helplessly/hopelessly
sheltered behind smudged glass
barren as each side thins
looking out at what once was looking in
climbing that sycamore
in all her splendor
rich and full of life
high was I
cherishing the delectation
of a grand blue sky
hushed in amazement
along with the honey bee
flapping magic in her wings
oh my, how graceful was thee
swaying but still
still it always will
•
there's a crackle to the east
the winds bluster again
darkness knocks
I close my eyes and try to remember
the scent of happiness
slowly drifting far far away
Categories:
delectation, winter,
Form: Free verse
Professing my love for you with recognition
giving your heart a knead
thanking you for kindness in return amission
taking you in with speed
equanimity revels in my passionate quest
meeting my needs to charm
allowing me to notice romance fully with zest
greeting me with a smile disarm
Categories:
delectation, love,
Form: Rhyme
proximity was far beyond the reach
of closure departure
destination settlement
immediacy suspended a hung sky
in longitude perspectives
equations riddles
requests gripped the claws in vain
from suffering attachment
torture stranglehold
distance called upon commotion
in puzzlement surrender
gratitude belief
restitution bridged the gaping hole
for restitution destiny
awareness harmony
as the horizon tilted into meaning
contradicted stagnant apprehension
a canopy of scintillating comfort
crowned her roots with wings to fly
in liberation acceptance
tranquility balance
tarred feathers oozed in the sun
skin healed the scars of separation
wounds closed outskirts of despair
outposts became internal delectation
as life reached out and one path closed opened up the journey ...
Categories:
delectation, journey,
Form: Free verse
Delectation
By: Miracle Man
12-15-2019
When making Shrimp Alfredo,
I feel delectation.
Its aroma never fails,
in starting juices to flow.
The quantity is usually,
for a two day ration.
Even Alfredo leftovers,
give me an afterglow.
Categories:
delectation, food,
Form: Lyric
Serious labour, we get boreD
Though the task, burdensomE
Real struggle... they oppresS
Enlivened thus, our progresS
Soon, with us they'll jubilatE
Sure now, theirs the poweR
Eventual desserts, we awaiT
Delectation upon the stresS
Categories:
delectation, motivation, strength, stress, success,
Form: Acrostic
I am here,
attentive ... adoring
a kiss, my single talisman
pleasing you, my only delectation
there is a warm autumn eve that whispers
daubed softly by a waxing gibbous -
a beach, bleached blue by its bleeding beams
what say you ...
will you dance with me
in the darkened dream that waits?
it saves its breath
for one tender song ...
of love.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Late September 2018 Premiere Any Form Or None" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
delectation, moon, night, ocean, romance,
Form: Free verse
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