In rare gustation dine we here tonight!
For you, my feast; for me, your pleasant sight!
And for them both, I raise my glass to cheer:
Let all that’s sober end before the year!
Let music, wine and wantonness prevail!
Let revelry erase the dry and stale!
And light your mortal youth that burns so strong,
For I, the God of Wine, who’s lived too long.
And when my followers stand - or rather, sprawl -
Across the landscape, shall the dreary fall!
And when my wine the final frown shall lift,
Then sprawled amidst the rest, I’ll share the gift!
Let wine make us wise, and feasting for all!
Till morning shall rise, or each of us fall!
Evil sobriety! It shall not last the night!
For I have found munitions, ample for the fight!
The vine divine, from whence the grapes of wine!
I tend its thirsts, and it doth water mine!
The beasties of the Earth and air,
I do invite to be my fare!
Categories:
gustation, celebration, drink, food, god,
Form: Rhyme
A collection of eaters
sharp glints on dull knives.
Silver forking service
dunking bread permanently cancelled.
I do not like
a hot-mike talking dinner.
I do not like the tinkle and clatter
of plates and dentures.
I want to eat a hoagie in a dark closet.
Slurp my gravy on a lapping tongue.
Gustation and gab
the flap of white lining and napkins
no, I do not like it.
Spoon my soup
through a letterbox,
let me finger my food
in a gut gulping gestation
far from the marinara
the red stained drip of dipping neckties.
Give me a take away,
give me gobble space
some bones to stew upon,
but most importantly –
long before the crème brulee
let me eat
ALONE.
Categories:
gustation, poetry,
Form: Free verse
'MY FIVE SENSES'
O' the scent of you, my senses view...
My five senses, my five senses, a specific sensory nervous system,
As I believe I smell olfaction you again with my nose and your smell is grand
And I see your beauty of you with my eyes and your sight vision
I hear the birds audition singing your name over and over again and again
I taste you gustation your liken your lips, your mouth the taste of Karo syrup
I touch you somatosensation you are soft as the woven cotton-silk inserted
So I smell you ah!.... the aroma
And I see you.... O' your beauty
So I hear the smoothing sounds
And I taste of you like the bird does a flower
So I touch you ever so gently as a misty rain shower
My senors tension pretentious forensic
my 5 senses
8/13/18
Five senses Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Viv Wigley
Categories:
gustation, addiction, appreciation, beauty, desire,
Form: Rhyme