Ladled Poems | Examples

Take Me To The Water

Take me to the water once again 
where seashells are cradled 
by the soft lull of shore's end
sitting contented and ladled 

At the seaside two discarded oars 
traded in for a summer jaunt 
across the waters, a dormi d'or 
waving at an early morning font...

Lead me to God's paradise on earth 
and dip me in the waters blue 
for I am a piscean  girl at birth 
and I'll know just what to do 

When you glide me into waters 
deeper than the ocean floor 
I'll be a doting good daughter 
just open me the door.

Two centuries into this recipe

Oh so found; here I am two centuries into this recipe; within ironic caldron
The finest ingredients have been bestowed; in every friend found beyond
Based this broth on the deepest marrow of their love; careful memories thought
When it started to simmer they welcomed me; I was no forget me not
It's warmed by a glow from far away; behold this inferno of passion
I had become a vegetable; my thoughts had caused a bad reaction
Cut them on a souls keyboard; just added them into this life's consomme
Supporting; you are all around; found your limerence is beauty to me
Coming together with a spiritual rice, drop in dumplings of great
This PoetrySoup; you've all just been ladled a bowl; please be nourished; you all changed my fate

Wabi-Sabi

youth, where imperfections trip upon each other
and opportunistic peers joyfully celebrate the folly
 - glass tree houses be damned...

and - a spun bottle breaks blood brotherhoods
where fragile crevices expose truths and
welcome untested kinships to fill the void.

the leftover baggage - will it be burden or buoyant?

like Scrooge's chains, worked upon - idyllic dreams
         dragged into reality.

we're told to pull ourselves together -
while drowning in emotional incontinence 
like this stumbling poem, trying to balance
reason ... and sanity

then - tossed to time's tumult,
life's bitter tempering, yet - 
    gold in our veins

a vessel that can hold
all that is ladled in...

Love Letter From the Soul Xlviii

P,


A little wine and a curious mind 
go a long long way
the words can take you only so far
dig deep, deep, deep, deep

into the wishing wells
and the reflections in the bathroom mirrors
in the kindling next to a bottle 
you said
"the bush fires are a little more intense"

retreating to the den
our iniquity revealed
and f'd over
again and again and again

it's the touch that matters
skin and bone with faith of mind
we grind
into each other
free falling or is it soaring
away from it all

into the creases of life
climbing the mountainous peaks
I peek, the gorgeousness of your eyes
your lips, pecking back at me
I see the unseen, your ladled mystery
beneath the clothes
making history

the world spins and we look for direction
go north, or is it west
just whisper
and I will carry you home

Her Brandied Beauty

Amidst wistful notions
   
   to revive his parched heart,
      
      he craves to be ladled with her ardent spirits,
         
         to be cradled... in the tulip of her essence.


Susan Ashley 
July 19, 2019


~ Tenth Place ~ 
An excerpt from: The Irony Of Fate (written July 18, 2018)
Submitted for contest: July 19, 2019
Premiere Contest: Arbitrium Divisa 3
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden

Drifting Aimlessly

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

The Irony of Fate

In a moment of juvenile jealousy 
he envies his red rival

with its intimate and greedy embrace of her angels’ share
of honey and vanilla spice
as wet stretchy hands of fervent fabric
possessively cup 
her brandied beauty 

amidst wistful notions
to revive his parched heart
he craves to be ladled with her ardent spirits
to be cradled in the tulip of her essence -
evaporating every chill from the calyx of her sweetened cordial
warming her in the hearth of his hands
as she melts
like buttery sunbeams
intoxicating the bleached beachy sands..

his dreamy grin falters and his tantric trance fades
as tattered edges of reverie unravel -
a haze beclouds his aged green-eyed gaze 
graying his white periwinkle pipe dream

as he sees that his best days are long past


Susan Ashley 
July 18, 2018

A Dandelion Meets a Daisy Then Goes Deep Sea Diving

What energy conscious acolyte sucks a pickled grapefruit at midnight?
 "Certainly not me" said the sparrow. "Nor me" said the goshawk.
 Key turning stomach pumping missiles arrowhead forming stalactites. Interesting to note how a single bead of sweat talks to a fountain forehead in a spine spin.
 And yet again to traverse a mattress at over fifty seconds an hour is to pass over the goo like passing bread and butter at a tea party.
 Shrine shrinking shoreline.
 In a cup of ladled milk with slices of sandy salmon to top with a crust.
 X =Inconsequentially + Z

The Evening Visitor

I’m glad that you did not forget the date,
My friend. Pull shut the wooden garden gate
And walk along the pathway paved with slate
Up to the house now, it is getting late.

I lit a crackling fire in the grate
And ladled steaming soup in every plate.
It was a long day; please excuse the state
Of house and kitchen. But at any rate

You’re here! The dog is dozing in his crate.
My son's asleep; today he learned to skate.
Outside remain all worry, stress and hate;
We’re inside, warm and loved, and thank our fate.

August 22, 2016
For contest Monorhyme Mania
Sponsored by John Hamilton
5th place

Sun Noodles Lake Two - Haiku

Sun Noodles Lake Two- Haiku

lake, water falls, shaped
noodles spilled, boiled up flavor
sun ladled two scoops

Dulcis Poetas

the headiness of now
swirl of keystroke and ideal
new pages
new thoughts
flying on ether
buoyed by excited neutrons
flared by the plasma
of a thousand faceless pens
type it
spill it
splash it on out with a careless eye
falling slow on burning diodes
bundled up
like a mind's autumn harvest
fed to a soul's hearth
dripping with embers
spilt out sooted and crisp
acrid, yet sweetly
an incensical fog
ladled out
from that conjuring elsewhere
sharp as raw silage
sweet as the dew
gathered
gather it
grasp it and renew
bottled summer still shining
uncorked and flown true
so shed the word wonder
baring all the mind's eye
as rapt galleries wait breathless
for every poet's emotional try
rhyme it
(or not)
choose time honored formats
(or not)
but truth be it told
rhyme scheme and meter
can be both lover and shackle
but in matters of the prose
dip your heart
deep into that rarefied font
and evaporate
into
honeyed fog banks
of verse...

Spudly Love

Mashed potatoes are a drug
each bite tastes better than than the first
ladled in hot pork gravy 
puddled in the middle of the dollop
and dripping slowly down the sides

soft and warm they slide down my throat
a little salt a little pepper
every bite I feel the pleasure 
everything is simple when I eat mashed potatoes
I am in the NOW when I eat them... 

I'm nurtured by the texture and the creamy warmth and flavor
of that fat spud who I think loves me as much as I love it.

Food is love and  "love is a drug"

I heard that love is a drug in a song by the New York Dolls.

Celebrating 50:Xxi

It was two ways to go
And two ways we went
The tears they wrung from us
Until gape the cracked faith wide
The blood we surrenderd to the dust
War is a battle between opposing sides
A contention of beliefs
A fight for wrong subjugated to right
The root of evil is the relentlessness of might
Two ways to go
But only one tell of victory sweet.
Those days in nineteen thirty eight foretold
Like a flickering finger on the wall
One day we would starve ourselves 
Of hatred and forget
The blemish and blemish the British left
Like a flagpole without the jack overthrown
The comeing of the black green and gold
The coming of a bellyful of peace
Ladled idleness and the death of myth
The lingering beginning of war
So different from we knew 
When the sugar corchy blew.

Fair Land Lost

Are you the one that blocked the sun?
That fired the bullet from the gun
That laughed aloud at what you’d done
To this fair land that cash built

That sat on high upon your throne
Surveying what you bought and owned
Unhearing of the anguished moans
Of this fair land that cash built


Was it you that sowed the seed
Nurtured it with savage greed
Watched it grow to barb clad weed
In this fair land that cash built

Did you set the tiger free
To spread disease and malady
Then killed it with unbridled glee
In this fair land that cash built

Did you cast your mantle dark
Extinguish love and caring heart
And dance upon the final spark
Of this fair land that cash built

You put Cuchulain’s name to shame
Sold you’re soul for foolish gain
On you’re children ladled pain
In this fair land that cash built

The Old Ship-Wright

The Old Ship-Wright


I’ve held the stars in the palm of my hand
And ladled the sunrise where no man has been

I’ve forged my anchors from hellish fires
And planed fine teakwood that served the Queen’s tea

But now my sun sets quicker than mice
That hide like stowaways burdened with lice

My ship has set sail on my final voyage
My trusted windlass asleep in the well

The sailor, the mill-wright, my names aplenty
I’m proudest of ship-wright
Naught trade for a two-penny

Tho’ my booms sweep my memories ‘fore and aft
My fleet of ships were built to last


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