Lashings Poems - Poems about Lashings

... The Window To My Serenity Through stained glass, into the soul of my idyllic garden, What eyes have seen your beauty, reflections in a s......Read the rest...

...Now I’m just a simple fellow And what I like the most Is a dollop of brown sauce Spread on me breakfast toast. You can keep your marmalades Jams and your various spreads Just give me a bottle......Read the rest...

...(I) Baptism, the fountain where the Father's aqueous embrace wipes my slate clean (II) Conviction, a luminous crown elevated atop my dome, my compass through the labyrinth of creed (I......Read the rest...

...Mythologized sun child persona incarnate Self actualization materialized like ghost that came back to haunt me! Figurative silver lining gleaned from hyperawareness encompassing great pr......Read the rest...

...Leading his horse in the heat of the day Been gone a long time but he still knows the way Just a few shacks when he went for the gold He’d found a few nuggets but now he’s too old So, home to t......Read the rest...

...Couch potatoes never see the light, Seldom produce real potatoes, Or much else that is palatable. They leave switches on 24 seven, And don't know what is the purpose of an off switch, Resulti......Read the rest...

...Botched and bungled interpersonal opportunities viewed... tonight October 25th, 2022 terrifically summarily requoting poetic outdated iteration, I share the following lines echoing in the......Read the rest...

... "As other spirits sail on music, mine, oh my love, swim on your perfume." Charles Baudelaire "Sometimes you find an old bottle from which the soul returns." Charles Baudelaire "Smell is......Read the rest...

...Fish and chips and a pint of dark brew. Malt vinegar and lashings of salt. A fish dinner served up by a truck in a newspaper cone. That was then, that was before taste buds got hard boiled, b......Read the rest...

...Too many were tears that he cried - that boy so small yet so brave. A full-grown man could not abide the beatings that his father gave. locked in a room dark like a cave! Too many were tears t......Read the rest...

...So Here Is why From: Cuba I help you lock things down tight - order comes from your bones Grabbing my hand, you look and say “ yep “ 98 years I look at yours “maybe 99 for you” might you mis......Read the rest...

...this is my England... fish and chips (with curry sauce) pizza, lasagne and, of course - Chicken Tikka Masala with poppadums, pickles or a beef vindaloo to open your ventricles. this is my ......Read the rest...

...With Careful Spoons Your perfume essence speaks of lazy afternoons under sage trees. You kissed my bent neck with a pointed snake of sweet saliva eyes. Now we are twisting inside my slow tilted ......Read the rest...

...Remember I know you, you're not innocent, you're not returning back to innocence. Even with dirt on your hands, a bad seed doesn't grow anything, a rotten tomato will never be eaten. No one......Read the rest...

...He was a sad boy, a mad boy. Glad was not in his repertoire. His mother left when he was a pup. He never knew her. His father was evil personified. Never a kind word or deed came from that man. ......Read the rest...