fresh air sugar free
falling raindrops hit the sea
salt water esprit
bubbles burst fish disagree
surface tension stirs melee
By
David Kavanagh
My favorite milkshake, served chilled
I reach across the table and - it all spilled
Mum's not exactly
thrilled
Well, at least the pizza's steaming hot
I bite right into the center, a tad overwrought
Water! Water!... I never knew pizza was
fraught
Ah! Dessert is chocolate cake
I eat way too much - get a bellyache
My poor stomach's dancing
The Shamrock
Shake
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~ Inspired by Jan Allison's 'Mother's Day' entry in
Mohan Chutani's 'Minichu' contest, although my
poem is neither a Minichu nor a contest-entry.
The brighter colors are the first to go
as everything first fades to shades of grey
then eventually, to black or white.
Valid reasons come down to yes or no
then questioning to whom it is I pray;
while saying you are wrong and they are right.
Soon, the media put on their game show
feeding biased images day on day
to fan the flames of some unwanted fight.
The bleeding hearts come out with feelings faux
"We're on the side of right," they loudly bray.
Unless, of course, the mood swings overnight.
Soon, milling crowds with placards start to grow
authored, with many worthless things to say.
A self-backslapping, partying campsite.
Among this growing pile of bull guano
the ugly truth of war is cast away
unless it's in a big news anchor's sight.
As usual that Sunday,
we ate at our
favorite Chinese Buffet,
circling round it
like a bunch of sharks,
piling up our plates,
after all we paid $10 bucks a head,
and the food is first rate,
we wanted to get our moneys worth,
and to be well spent!
After eating 10 or more
platefuls a piece,
and barely able to stand on our feet,
we felt full and content,
waddling out to our car,
but for some reason
we couldn't fit!
New poem posted
An instant feeding frenzy
Hunger is appeased
Tasty word morsels
Relief from the gnawing pain
Poets get their fix
Eyes searching for names
Trembling hearts wait to shoot up
Psychedelic dreams
Words course through my veins
On a never ending high
Addicted to you…..
Eileen Manassian Ghal
a malus in fruit
bearing tiny red apples
tempting the parrots
arriving en masse
emerald green twenty eights
in feasting frenzy
The "twenty-eight parrot" (Barnardius zonarius semitorquatus) found in south-west West Australia, has a black head, a green patch on the belly.
Destroyer A Poet ~Contest Name any Haiku will do
Margaret Foster: Sept 2011
Mermaid’s green pasty
black Caviar is tasty.....
shark was too hasty
innocent victim
jumping to swallow the bait~
I scrape away scales
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