I think heaven is an extract of some kind.
Can be applied to my palms.
Settles into the mini universe.
Everything is tangy here on earth.
Yet I have tangled seaweed in my ears.
And there’s odd recipes like Ghost Chowder.
I think of heaven like mustard thinks of shade.
I think if heaven was an extract-
It would be this delightful mint extract.
Would be rubbed into the clouds.
So I forgot.
More than a scent, a whisper in the wind,
A call to the senses, deeper than skin.
A lick, a touch, a promise untold,
Of flavors waiting, mysteries to unfold.
A bite, a spark, a fire ignites,
As taste explodes, a symphony of delights.
A chew, a dance, a slow release,
Unwrapping layers brings inner peace.
A swallow, then, a pause, a moment to savor,
The lingering joy, a lingering flavor.
But still, the hunger whispers low,
“More, more,” it calls, and on we go.
For in this seeking, in this constant chase,
Lies the delight, the endless embrace.
Of a world of flavors, ever in bloom,
A journey of taste never comes too soon
Live life large
Sample every flavor
Pause before it’s gone
Which ones did you savor
Neither life nor you were perfect
Admit it was so ~ for your own self-respect
Music gives life its flavor
magic moments ~ forever to savor
How should I spend my Day?
What would Bobby Flay say?
He'd say..."Just Flay the Flavor,"
"And then Savor the Day!"
Ivory leaf
Cathedral
Bridal
French Chantily lace
Guipure
Paisley floral
Venetian border
Embroidered lace
Korean style
Blush pink
Rose pink
Magenta
Bright blue lace
With their own flavor and style
watered down soup has lost its flavor ~ the broth is not one to savor
it's over peppered and there's too much garlic ~ sometimes vitriolic
nothing wrong with a little pinch of salt ~ but don't use words to assault
those who post AI should be put in detention ~ maybe suspension
don't ladle me a bowl of soup ~ if it's been tainted, and that's the scoop
Sweet and cool concoction
frozen as an ice fishing ground
pink and blue shades
of carnival memories
on a waffle cone
lingering
the sensations
of cotton candy
at the expense
of my taste buds !
All
of our
picnic dates
like summer heat
became memories;
Now with a little bite
gluttony turns my stomach;
A taste I once loved makes me sick;
Starve or should I indulge my cravings?
I can’t let turncoat flavor wake a ghost.
A poetic community has many ingredients
Tablespoons of metaphors with Alliteration spice
A dash of Haiku makes things nice
Pour in some sonnets into a bowl
Mix in romance to make it whole
Add a sprig of thyme to the rhyme
Sprinkle in some free verse to make it sublime
Stir in some Limericks into the pot
A cup of Triolets will hit the spot
Savor the flavor as you sample the soup
As Personifications waft through the air
Prepare a Pantoum and add to the group
Add a cup of imagery to give it some flair
6-9-2024
Fresh made sushi -rocks!
seasoned fries and cheeseburgers
morning coffee with cream
Bubble gum and kiss worthy
chew, exhale, then it just pops
now we can taste each other
desiring your time and attention
let’s see if we can make it last
such relentless muscle reflex
punch berry scent fills the air
dissolving into slight banana
to awaken the fading aftertaste
yeah I’ll take another hard stick
slightly to the left of fruity
A sweet flavor that’s everlasting
I am blurred
lines circling
in spirals
into the
deadly depths
of darkness
taste of
my remorse
is flavored
with seasoned
cream cocktails
of regrets
I've been
caught on a
honed knife edge
as cobwebs
of fading
onyx Dreams
savor burnt
poisoned thirst
to let go
of every
smoke and ash
that blinded
my senses
from seeing
the dirt you've
fed my soul
in the name
of bloodlines
that never
existed
as all your
recipes
I've learnt through
the menu
of decayed
white lies served
in sweet disguise
staining faith
within a
heart shaped void
where demons
devour me
through midnight
now I'm my
own savior
concocting
an essence
to relish
and revive
without
iron schemes
to shackle me
Best Behavior and Fantastic Flavor Horn Haiku
had been best behavior
we were always His craver
our Lord and Savior
("In Memory of Gary Vaughn", 2018, original encaustic)
The Flavor of Kool-Aid
We all get to choose the flavor of Kool-Aid we drink.
And maybe that’s the extent of free will.
We each have our world views formed and cemented
By these biases, personal and cultural,
But even people as close as siblings
Who share the same DNA and conditioning
Can end up as different as oil and vinegar
But I’ve had my share of Kool-Aid,
And I don’t remember it having any flavor
Other than sweet.
What it offers as a way to entice
Is a difference in color,
Or put another way
A difference in appearance
And so it is with beliefs and biases.
It’s mostly a difference of surface over substance.
What is the substance of Kool-Aid?
A little dye, some sweetener,
And a whole lot of the universal solvent.
And what is the effect of our preferred Kool-Aid?
Reassurance that we have chosen
The best world view
To match our tastes.
Which are in fact chosen
On the basis of
What we want to see,
And the promise of something sweet.
(9/23/23)
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