Fresh berries in the pancakes
With nutty maple syrup.
Sheer joy may be stated
By children at the circus.
Mid-summer Bluebird Day
The Greatest show on earth.
Their smiling, glowing faces
Became our just deserts.
I love just deserts poems as I love simplicity, birds, and stars
Poison ivy’s ruby kiss
Strip all the ink away
Do away with her kiss; ivy.
Ivy’s kiss still stings
clings to a heart that’s inked deep
deeply rooted ivy- spicy leaves…
leaves her mark on a trifling bum.
A bum brim full of hot air teases
kisses out of icy ivy, earns a rash.
A rush of Ivy’s ruby kisses stings
clings to his heart, inked deep
weep away her kiss, ivy, he tries!
denies he still cares: eyes stinging
Stringing her along- rather coyly
another oily tongue that love bombs Ivy
envy not it’s frolics in ivy seas.
See, Ivy wears her poison like an armour
Dour ego: Ivy seized its crown.
down in the dumps it stays
bays all day long, tongue wrung out
strung out, just deserts he gets
he regrets spitting at ivy seas.
See, Ivy wears her poison like an armour…
sour lour is a ruby kissed clown
Down in the dumps lives the clown.
"box beat"
Elementary -
box beat
just deserts
licked
bidin’ time
playing hide the vanilla
in the french-kissed
melting
viral
democratic
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
"Paradise Circus"/ Massive Attack (Gui Boratto Remix)
https://youtu.be/_p_MvePxC4w
"A dog starved at his master's gate predicts the ruin of the state."
William Blake
deservir, french
LYRICS/"Paradise Circus"
https://genius.com/Massive-attack-paradise-circus-lyrics
"Don't bother me with emails or calls."
Alas, she broke both legs in an unfortunate fall.
How she cried,like a martyr, being burnt at the stake.
She got her just deserts, as with others, she would not
socially partake.
Her alligator tears splashing on the sanitized, marble,
hospital shiny floor.
She deserved her loneliness and oh, so much more!
Moral of this poem
" Do unto others, as you would have them do unto you."
10-28-2020
#3
Lord! 'As You prosper me,' grant that I share from these gifts
though my lifetime's foreshortened from what could be mine
if I chose not to share, dreamt all wealth 'just deserts.'
May prosperity's plague not descend like a curse
on my kith and my kin, who I'd see own your Grace
(not just trade for a favor), extending Your will
and all life be a blessing as life groks it's blessed!
Give us hearts born to share, that aren't slaves to excess.
Lord! You request we stay humble, see 'good,' as life shifts
on planes out of our purview! Humility's shine
found in actions or trembling? Is one who exerts
will, who waits for Your leading, (in faith) risk-averse?
Was love given by others how Christ saw Your Face
when He felt at His lowest, His flesh on Earth still?
Place my pride in your guidance, my sin that’s confessed
Make my joy hate’s frustration, our world Christ’s success!
Long Tooth
Oct. 7th in 2020
My auspicious Holiday Muse,
it has a hunger pang...
A pen which merrily sings of words,
joyously written in the heart
Honored friends and guests
invited freely
to a feast of thoughts
Etiquette tableware articulation
is succulently presented:
Romantic spooning
lovingly receives
a lip passion dipped
extra helping
Fork tongue behavior
gracefully parse admonished ...
Moist apology napkins passed
hand-to-hand, are sure to
both give-and-take receive
a double blessing portion
Rational wit is the knife
that cuts this well-deserved,
bountiful ponder platter
Tasteful thoughts are worth
twice returning for
All are consumed by fiery debate:
Enlightened rumination slow roasting
on an elevated, rotating spit
The more flame exposed,
the more tender
the meat of the conversation get
The hearth of the heart
warmly contemplate
delectable morsels well reasoned
Toasts of love are ambrosia divine,
as is the
meditative digestion silence time
Pen sated is about the gut gist of it
Just deserts for everyone,
I do ink insist
Once I had a school teacher
Who wore a bun in the back,
And took it upon herself,
To teach the difference between Duty, Love and Lack.
It seems that Duty stands stiff,
Duty accomplishes things and is firm,
Though I found Love standing sweet and softly,
And serves freely and gives and sings and you it learns.
Sometimes Duty must "accomplish," "get it done."
Sometimes Love softly must choose to let go,
But always Love salutes you,
Though holding you tight in its heart as it goes.
Love makes mistakes, always returning,
Duty sometimes must go its way,
Love holds its roses in its arms forever,
Never out of its sunshine, always.
I found Love complete, no compensation, no Lack,
Though sometimes Love is so hard it may hurt,
But in the end, Love is kind and forgiving.
Where others think discipline and "just deserts."
I choose graduation with Love.
Ethics
Taught accurately to account
for each reward an exact amount
a Kantian conscience reprehends
a stray Romantic dividend.
Publicly our just deserts
are measured by our type of work.
For what surgeons are forgiven
clerks and watchmen go to prison.
Few are ushered through the streets
in black sedans by the police
to carpeted chambers where the great
decide the future of the State.
Love, Genius, Power are for the elect.
Underpaid and oversexed
most lives are lived where intersect
the ragged lines of job and sex.
So if future preference won't assuage
your trussed Byronic middle-age,
think of all the lions who
are languishing in Christian zoos.
magician's wife gets her just deserts - for rabbiting on!
18/12/18
Drifting aimlessly
I have sipped the ladled blades
in this cold chicken soup
Set upon a table of just deserts
on the far end of the horizon
Spoon fed disappointments
staining a multi-colored tie,
hated for what it’s worth
and only half as much for what it means
Navigating a narrow hallway
of slanted photographs, framed and fading
Dripping down papered walls,
torn designs, baseboard gatherings,
stopping only for locked doors,
weather worn carpets
burning my hands and knees
The spiral staircase teeters on its polished axis
as I weave my way towards the furthest star,
carbon copied desires on an unending page
rolled and stuffed in my shirt pocket, mapping
each pie slice step, counted and forgotten of
crusted blueberry footprints…crumbs
falling through celestial cracks,
drifting aimlessly
God looked and saw evil looming on the horizon—
so much evil and no sign of Justice.
He couldn’t believe what he saw,
not a soul around to correct this awful situation.
So he did it Himself, took on the work of Salvation,
fueled by His own Righteousness and Justice.
He dressed in Righteousness, put it on like a Suit of Armor,
with Salvation on His head like a Helmet,
Put on Justice like an overcoat,
and threw a Cloak of PASSION across His shoulders.
He’ll make everyone pay for what they’ve done,
fury for his foes just deserts for His enemies.
Even the far-off islands will get paid off in full.
In the East and West, they’ll fear the name of God,
in the North and South, they’ll fear the glory of God,
He’ll arrive like a river in a flooded stage,
whipped to a torrent by the wind of His mighty Power.
“I’ll arrive in Zion as Redeemer,
to those who are willing to leave their sins behind.”
God’s Decree, His Righteousness and Justice prevailed.
There are those who would call this pejorative phrase,
But the truth is it's all of our fate,
For each child born of woman, Christ too, have their days,
But Don lusts for a different date.
Prison orange (thinks he's God?), most folks know that he's odd,
Casual lies are what give him away,
Stuff that's nonsense! Roughshod! Doesn't care he's a fraud,
Truth for Donald depends on the day!
May his verdict come soon, the chased howl at the moon,
Pray that Donald will get 'just deserts,'
"God please grant there's a Hell (though he's circus buffoon),
With a section reserved for perverts."
If there's Justice at all, Donald's destined to fall,
Party's leaders fall too in the breach
Of the laws that they skirt, unattached like Chagall.
Don't trust Science (they're 'Right')! Can not teach!
Long Tooth
May 4, 2018
your full lips
your long luxurious
nappy hair
that full curvaceous
derriere
that bouncy step
that chin in the air
you scare me
thrill me
make me swear
if I could carry you
everywhere
your smile
your scowl
that purple towel
you wear
those little toes
with the auburn nails
drive me mad
make me sad
that I can't
carry you to work
eat you on a platter
like just deserts
I pushed the red button
The one that said don't push the red button
And ended up on the other side
Of something out of nothing
I was in another world
Another space and time
Where I appeared to see what looked like me
As I, me, and mine all intertwined
My guess is this is the universe
If I ever had my doubts
Parallel as far as I can tell
Or somewhere there about
When suddenly I walked up to me
Mono to Mono, Man to Man
Since I am me and he is me
Should we hug or just shake hands
That's when I asked myself to dinner
Where we had a pleasant time
I found out through all of this
That I'm a pretty likable guy
He as me picked up the tab
And me as he paid for the tip
As I insisted through all of this
That I'd get all of it
We talked about what I enjoyed
And much to my surprise
Everything it is I like
So do I
As we were both eating our just deserts
This info happened about by chance
That this wasn't at all a parallel universe
But the Southern most tip of France
I was wondering while I was out with myself
Why he was speaking French
Now that I think about it
It all makes perfectly good sense...
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