Stew used to monopolize the lunchroom conversation.
But now he has competition galore,
Especially if the new guy imbibes in liquorish celebration.
No one listens to either one anymore
Categories:
liquorish, life,
Form: Rhyme
The train to Boston goes clonkity dong, clonkity ding,
and ever the handy hack Gershwin takes up
the rhythm and makes it sing.
Rhapsodic rhapsodies in jazz mode
stomp among the carriage silverware and glasses,
makes them tink, jitter and chatter
to the shoe shined suits
that doze along to the whitling of whistled tunes.
The moon necks in, illumines a fountain pen
as he, jotting, heels pumping up and down
knees’ a ‘cracking, sketches his syncopated sounds.
It’s coming together except for the molasse’s,
the liquorish stick, added later
with a whisky-wet wail,
then the whole city skyline spoke it up, ears flapped,
as the schtick stuck.
A small combo took to tuxedos, added more chairs
for symphonic fiddlers.
Chronic indigestion is relieved nationwide.
Middle-aged men wear their fedoras more rakishly,
ladies take to the streets in sheer nylon.
Del-eez and dives jive
to the pulse and swing of a scrawny Jewish guy
hammering black notes together
as if he were born in catfish row.
Categories:
liquorish, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Sweet
(Nonet)
So tasty on oceans chocolate
Waves lift up on light sugar spray
White, tender, cherry red love
Kissed on liquorish boat
Made of bliss, pink rails
Sails of candy
Delicious
Mistress
Sweet
Categories:
liquorish, adventure, candy, chocolate, dream,
Form: Nonet
AN ART COLLECTOR.
With his golden mask & odious grin
The collector sat at his throne akimbo
Snailed & skulled intelligence in limbo
His pockets bulging and his ego to the brim.
He looks aside at a still life in lemon
His mouth of acid and his life of rind
His life is great without hunger or famine
Visioned sitting on right side of mammon
Controlling art markets & deskeltonised dealers
Hands of art establishment, such other wheelers
A pocketful of artist for his liquorish waste
Sans intelligence, sans morals, sans taste.
Categories:
liquorish, art, satire,
Form: Verse
My eyes are hungry to taste of your smile
To devour luscious lips at a glance
They savor sweet flavor of sparkling eyes
Lick liquorish lashes at every chance
My eyes are hungry to nibble your skin
Driving appetite your essence to know
Wondering where scrumptious feast to begin
The take you, bit by bit and real slow
My hungry eyes drool my passion in tears
Releasing the strength of my desire
They eat their way into flesh of your heart
With their feasting, they ignite your fire
Feed these eyes; slowly undress now for me
For once hungry eyes have had blessed fill
My hungry hands can reach out for dessert
Invite lips and mouth to join in the thrill
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
liquorish, beautiful, body,
Form: Quatrain
AN ART COLLECTOR.
With his golden mask & odious grin
The collector sat at his throne akimbo
Snailed & skulled intelligence in limbo
His pockets bulging and his ego to the brim.
He looks aside at a still life in lemon
His mouth of acid and his life of rind
His life is great without hunger or famine
Visioned sitting on right side of mammon
Controlling art markets & deskeltonised dealers
Hands of art establishment, such other wheelers
A pocketful of artist for his liquorish waste
Sans intelligence, sans morals, sans taste.
Categories:
liquorish, allegory, satire,
Form: Lyric
The kaleidoscope fits together fantastically
The force that is beneath its bones opens the soul mesmerizingly
Between coldness of vacuum stars fiery sea
The soul is a ship among oceans’ of stars majesty
Among ocean so vast
Arises liquorish shaped beam of energy that its shadow will cast
The force exuded by it is there because it must
In the stars are written universes past
When very soul becomes but the ship among mathematical awe
And mind cannot discern what it saw
When chimera of chaos creates the law
Chaos that nature of biological momentum will not cause to withdraw
That can only mean one thing
That in the heart lays theory of everything
More beautiful then song of nightingale in time of spring
That may even reflect of standing at the end of untraceable procession of thought king
Categories:
liquorish, fantasy, universe,
Form: Rhyme
What is Black?
Black is the thunder in the sky
Clashing against the clouds
It's the black liquorish
That you get from the store
It's the smoke rising from the fire
Black is quiet
As the silent night
Black is the bat in cave
It's wings fluttering
It's the ghost in the house
Moaning and wailing in sorrow
Black is the chocolate
You get from Baskin Robins
Black is the coffee you get from Starbucks
It's the air you feel through your hands
It's the black cat
That crosses your street
Black is the panther
that walks through the jungle
Black makes you lonely
Black makes you sad
Black starts death
Black marks evil
Black is the evil
That hurts the world
That is what Black is.
Categories:
liquorish, allegoryevil, , 7th grade,
Form: Free verse
It's my favorite sweat treat
and one I enjoy,
they are long, round, and twisty
come in 2 flavors
red and liquorish
and taste good
good!
Categories:
liquorish, food
Form: Epulaeryu