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This summer was sunsets
and skipping rocks.
I took my own happiness by the hand
There was midnight adventures
after the club, with my best friends
Slinky black dress,
and a touch of pink on my cheeks
Illuminated by the lights on the street
Lil wayne Blaring from the stereo
I took off the stilleto heels and just walked in my bare feet
The cool night air was delicious
Hitting my skin like butterfly kisses
We were the rulers of the night
UNTOUCHABLE
to
Woe
There was August rain
Solitary runs through my secret garden
I passed through the bridge over the river
I never worried about a thing.
My feet hit the wet sidewalk,
Like Godzilla in Japan, I was all mighty and Powerful
There was quiet mornings,
I drank coffee and let my paint brush
explore the vastness of canvas page
I tried to capture the essence of the night sky
Each stroke was therapeutic, and I left all painful memories of the past behind
This summer was sunsets
and skipping rocks.
I took my own happiness by the hand
Form:
{To be sung to the tune of "Beauty and the Beast" from the same musical}
Dinner bells, they chime
Calling out to me
Today's dish depends
On the market trends
I do feel hungry
Nothing's out of range
Yummy smells slow tease
Food's meant to be shared
So my mom declared
"Let's enjoy this feast"
What a tasty treat
What a spicy mix
What luscious meat
What a dessert sweet
What delicious fix
What a tasty treat
What a spicy mix
What luscious meat
What a dessert sweet
What delicious fix
Little bit of thyme
In your bowl of soup
I'm already hooked
Finding you can cook
Add another scoop
Certain as this bread
(Certain as this bread)
Rising from the yeast
Dinner bells, they chime
Eating ain't a crime
"Let's enjoy this feast"
Dinner bells, they chime
Eating ain't a crime
"Let's enjoy this feast"
"Let's enjoy this feast"
"Let's enjoy this feast"
21st March 2022
the main ingredient in my poetic recipe is muse
I will mix it up with a sprinkle of metaphors and similes
the clouds sailed across the sky
the river glowed as if lit from within
and a labyrinthine of twisting beautiful words
dashes of alliteration, enjambment, and lingering lines
a flourish of nature ~
it will simmer for hours pausing at times
an oomph of sugar, salt and pepper
oh, no punctuation it will be sweet enough
2 lines, 3, 4, 6, or long like a spaghetti noodle
pause the cooking with line breaks and interruption
stop abruptly, change, add, remove
stir it up to create motion, swirl it, add spice, whoosh
make it delicious and tasty
add a zip of tears . . . cook it sublime
I ordered an iced tea but I want coffee now because I am chilling
I ordered a hamburger but Joe’s tenderloin is looking ten times better
We cut our sandwiches in two and both halves are wonderfully filling
I am warming up thanks to him being smart enough to bring a sweater
A waitress just passed us carrying an enormous piece of coconut cake
I thought I could not even look at another bit of food until she walked by
My traitorous taste buds start lighting up, they laugh, shimmer and shake.
One more thing my husband tells her a piece of that cake we will buy
It is wonderful to eat out with a man who knows your taste in food
A husband who understands your habits better than others can
I leave the delicious diner in a happy fancy prance-y eating mood
I think I will keep my crystal ball kind of understanding sharing man.
Morning came from behind those mountains
covered with a thin mist so void of harmony...
waking up the robins, the cardinals and bluejays,
who gladly provived the notes for my symphony.
Around eight o' clock the alarm clock rang,
I gulped down my cold glass of milk, picked up my back-pack...
making sure I wouldn't leave any books behind; I usually left
it on the leather recliner where my dad rested.
Springtime was a delight...smelling the aroma of the lilies,
I loved the whistle of the clanking train leaving for the big city,
and the lovely countryside was a garden of beautiful blossoms;
I often stuck my head out of the window and got stung by a bee.
Under a shady, tall oak tree, I spread my wide blanket
and ate delicious red apples as the hunting dogs barked from distance,
rifle shots followed...some birds fell on the thick grass;
and I thanked God they weren't those who visited me...I would have wept!
The warblers' songs have an unusual sound of their own,
I copy them down note by note with extreme anxiety and passion,
trying not to miss one...and they are happy to share it without doubt or greed;
and if we would appreciate them, they could become our very treasures indeed!
Entered in Jenette Fisher's contest, " Sounds Familiar "
Bind my eyes so I can feel Life.
In order to appreciate the simplicity of the sound a tumble weed.
Heighten my other four senses.
to enjoy the delicious pleasure of a lover,
breathing on my lower abdomen.
Kisses falling like rain drops, and my body is shivering
Feeling my hummingbird heart beat
I read your goosebumps like braille
you reach for my hand and
Your hair falls on my neck,
Moaning, in harmony.
We sing praises to one another, as our bodies become one entity
Rumpling the sheets underneath
My skin is grateful for the richness of the tapestry
Bind my eyes so I can feel real life.
Tasting your cinnamon sugar lips,
Is a delicacy that must be savored.
Form:
I strolled into a site,
The other night,
Timid at first
But I stayed,
Timidity quelled,
Impressed by the weld,
I was touched by a heart,
And I prayed.
Stirring and serving,
Of a kindred group,
A yummy delicious new
Kind of soup,
The fragrance of food,
Lifted up my staid mood
And seemingly begged
Me to taste,
I was somehow empowered,
As I ate, then devoured,
the letters in poetry soup
I was hungry I guessed,
I was filled and quite blessed,
And no longer feeling afraid.
There was plenty for everyone,
I had a lot of fun'
There was no lack and no waste.
I relaxed as I read,
And words danced in my head,
And for once I was feeling no haste.
You are what you eat!
I found the words sweet.
Strengthened,
I picked up my pen,
And from a deep well,
rising up to a swell,
I found in the flow I must wade
Welcome dear poet, you're loved.
Don't ya know it?
Welcome to a timeless tight group
You'll cook up your words,
Tales of flowers or birds,
And you'll see that with friends
You've been placed.
Saffron sunbeams color chiffon
ribbons entangled in the clouds,
as purple lilacs scent the air—
wafting delicious aromas.
As orange tints the rim of Earth,
cinnamon skies showcase shy stars,
and when Twilight shifts into Dusk—
darkness descends, devouring Day.
Cotton candy pink shields the sun
behind a bright magenta glow—
and a rising Moon's golden hue,
gilds alabaster clouds below.
Night dons a cloak of tattered black
that summons the screech of an owl,
and soon reality slumbers—
dreaming in muted shades of blue.
Far horizons of ebony
ink shrubs and trees in silhouette,
and Venus summons tomorrow—
anticipating today's death.
The feeling of dread as I hear,
“Come for dinner.”
All I can truly think about:
“How many calories?”
“Will I gain weight?”
I’m truly scared that this is my fate.
Sitting in front of my toilet,
Two fingers stuck down my throat—
It’s a good feeling,
All I can do is boast.
I haven’t eaten in weeks;
It’s not foreign.
Is this really my calling?
They always say to me,
“You need to eat.”
But I don’t want to indulge
Into any delicious treat.
It’s too fattening.
Fat.
It’s my biggest fear to gain those pounds.
It’s scary, so I won’t eat.
After a while I couldn’t eat,
And it led me to no sleep.
Keep.
It’s not hard to keep words like these a secret;
In this world, beauty is all I believe in.
Grievance.
I grieve for the old me,
The one who didn’t care about food troubles,
Or the fact that I want a McDouble.
But I can’t—
I truly can’t.
It’s a struggle to not eat.
I swear it’s killing me.
I can’t stomach it.
I’ll be like this forever...
Well, I’ll just have to dwell in it.
It's so true
Without my girl I'm blue, I don't know what to do
Sometimes it all starts to go hazy
I wonder if I'm going crazy
From missing you
Girl, I'm missing you
I feel so cold, so dark and lost
In the night I turn and toss
I wonder, are you turning to
Maybe it's wrong to feel this way
To think I'll die if I don't hear you say
Boy, I'm missing you
See, I was longing all of my days
For a girl who puts me in a daze
Longed for a lover.. my best friend
A romantic journey that has no end
Yeah..
You came to me like a dream come true
And I never felt so alive
A gift from Heaven to have a girl like you
Without your love I can't survive
Your so fine
Like a red delicious wine, better and better over time
Your sweet taste.. Still on my lips
Crazy from being away on all these trips
I'm missing you
Girl, I'm missing you
I'm missing you
~Lyric Man
Note: This is a song I wrote in a lonely hotel room to my wife. She is my absolute.. my everything! The pain of being on the road and around others who love what I do, when she can't be there with me.. it hurts my heart so much. Sometimes I wonder if she or anyone else misses the person they love that much!