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Combined names and make a love team,
Is it that sweet when you’re at your sixteen?
Blushes on cheeks are deliciously sweet,
It’s like you hear a bird making a sound tweet.
It’s too soon when you realized you’re in love,
Wish had the chance to get things shoved.
If you only knew that you end up of falling…
Wish made before a sweet-nothing.
Pictures of him were posted on your wall,
Both of your worlds will never be small.
You always look back from where you were,
Wish you fell in love when things were so blur.
Now you end up of regretting,
This love team is just a wasteful nothing.
Hope that you tell everything to him,
Say “I love you” in your utmost brim.
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Sweet purr
as I pluck gently upon
finely tuned love strings.
Sing to me oh, divine
creature envelope
me In warm rapture.
You are my Temptress
guiding my hands in motion
across your body. I am learning
for you are teaching me,so sweet
oh, such sweet music emanates
from my deliciously classical
lustrous Spanish Guitar.
Written 11thAug18
For Maureen's Shape Contest
Two Cabbage Whites fluttering
Through the warm summer air
And I'm watching them drowsily
From my comfy garden chair.
Leaves are whispering muttering
In the light steady breeze
Blowing through a neighbour’s
Tall, mature, garden trees.
The tomatoes are blushing on
The four plants we’ve got
Standing on the patio, each
In its own deep ceramic pot.
I let their fragrance§
Envelop my face
And i’m transported to
A different time and place.
To the long gardens behind
The blacksmith’s yard
Overhung by the trees
From the village graveyard.
Tomatoes in the greenhouse
With that very special smell
And the taste of stolen fruit
That i remember so well.
Hidden by the plants
Eating one or two
Deliciously home grown
Wondering if dad knew
Creeping in there
Time after time
Carefully repeating
My little acts of crime.
In a very different garden now
Just as tall but different trees
But still the same treesong
Drifting on a different breeze.
Both places of happiness
And, memory being kind,
They are now forever linked
In the recesses of my mind.
IRENE ^~^ zzzzzzz...
Now my friend has a pussy called Irene
She is regal
She writes poetry
She is known as the Queen
Each day she eats salmon from a golden tureen
But one day last spring
A fat rat wandered in
Falling asleep on her golden tureen
And to her surprise whilst eating rat thighs
Irene found them deliciously lean
low fat ~ if you know what I mean...
No more salmon or caviar she's addicted to rat
But not Ratatouille for that is too chewy
Irene now eats a dish known as Rat-a-tat-tat
slowly cooked by my friend in a purple chef's hat...
12th February 2020
Ode to Irene ^~^ a most unusual cat...
Contest Strand Select N
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
The table’s set, the cards are stacked,
Coffee is ready, out come the snacks.
Allana grins, that knowing look—
She’s got Phase 1 like it’s a book.
We start out slow, just laying sets,
But soon the room is full of bets:
“Will she skip me?” “Who's on Phase 3?”
The drama builds deliciously.
A run of four, a colour sweep,
Wild cards hoarded, secrets deep.
“Who shuffled this?” we all accuse,
As Allana drops—Phase 5, no shoes.
She plays with style, she plays with sass,
She’ll drop a Skip and raise her glass.
A card shark No. She’s something more:
The kind of friend worth playing for.
Phase 7 brings some minor feud—
“Reverse again? You’re kinda rude!”
But laughter trumps each petty slight,
And every hand makes hearts feel light.
By Phase 10, the end is near,
Unless she's stuck—then we all cheer.
But win or lose, it’s understood:
With Allana there, it’s always good.
So here’s to nights we won’t forget,
With rules, revenge, and no regret.
Through every deal, you make it fun—
Phase 10’s best with you, Allana.
Scott W.
The skies teased me
By thrusting me on a silent shore
Filled with petals of red roses
Fragranced so deliciously
That in their hue
All I could hear was love's banter
As he played and tugged at my cold composure
The skies teased me
In that the shore was empty
Other than me
There was not a soul there
Not even the love for whom my heart pined
And when I shouted out his name to the vast ocean
Hoping that somehow the waves will reach him
And cool his whims down
I only met with echoes of my own voice
Which produced a hauntingly eerie ethos!
I waited for the echoes to be over
Hoping that when they would be no more
Love would come to me, on a raft
And grab me, pull me close to drown me
In the whirlpool of his passionate desires
But the shore remained empty and silent
As if waiting for me to call out his name
So as to become alive, echoing my heart's longing!
Resolute, I chose to sit and wait
In silence, enjoying the sight of lapping waves
As if I were submerged in a meditative trance
Knowing that the skies always show the end of the tunnel
For those who believe in them!
What's behind the smiles
What's behind the sparkle in your eyes
Is it tears?
Fears?
The laughter
The craziness and banter
The fun weirdness
The mere queerness
A wall you put up to the worlds eyes
Even to those you love there are lies
To protect them from a world unseen
By those who have ever been
Away from the flinching noises
Strangers voices
People that should have never been there
Appearing out of nowhere
Deliciously waiting for the drama to overspill
So that they can take their kill
Their seeming hunger
And crazy laughter
A ruse put up in our place
To infiltrate and gain our space
Destroying solace and years of relationships
Problems they caused through shouting and dictatorships
They strived to tear and destroy
To cause pain and leave a remaining convoy
Of nightmares, hysterical tears and nerves
Never ending nerves
Imagine; To be scared of the world biting back
To have seen it so much you'd do anything to keep it back
To avoid the fight and crumble
In a mess that is your fragile confidence bubble
But then, back in your huddle
You can see a light in your tunnel
That's behind an opening door
That you never saw before
It's ok, the smiles are real
Cause what has been slowly crumbling to what is real
What matters in your life
The people that always help in strife
It can come in any form, a surprise one day
When you expected it to stay
When you finally see it fading
And your nerves are no longer degrading
You need to remember to get back to yourself; that what matters is you
It may sound narcissistic but sometimes you need to rebuild yourself after crumbling, to get back to life and not be numb.
By GretGret
After weeks of vegetarian snacks
a part of him was still searching city dumpsters
for chewed-over Big Macs.
Then in a moment of weakness
at the County Fair
he purchased one greasy Irish pork sausage
so sweet and thick -
it was on a stick.
Deliciously it licked his tongue
with a fulsome,
sweet succulent fried meatiness.
H actually swooned
over its savory, lick-able tenderness.
That night in restless dreams
he slow-cooked two more of them,
pork drooled, dripping from his mouth
- a kind of porcine phlegm.
Night long he slurped
upon the suet of his soul
only to awake
hangry and left un-whole
for those pork bangers
were still banging in his sleepy head...
and so he arose to deep fry
a large, peeled turnip in almond fat,
and sadly sucked upon that, instead.
My Supreme Goddess Thou Art
I can see Heaven clearly whilst gazing deeply in your eyes now,
Where the sweet caramel melts deliciously into heartbeats pure.
The radiant light of our eternal love dwells deep within our hearts,
As our souls are captivated by God’s aura of divine enchantment.
A nirvana fills our destiny as passionate lovers kissing softly so,
Mesmerized by the enraptured emotions we forever shareth as one.
A wild wondrous wallflower you are—shining now ever brightly,
As that angelic spirit in mortal presence on Earth by God’s hand.
Dearest one I sayeth truly now my supreme goddess thou art,
As we holdeth one another in an ardent embrace by God’s grace.
The fiery passion of our forever love is a pure beam of silken starlight,
Which bathes the darkest depths of the cosmos in a heavenly radiance.
What more can two people hope for in this world of finite limitations?
Our shared love and rich emotions form the destiny we seek with God.
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – April 29, 2017
(Couplet)
I can see Heaven clearly whilst gazing deeply in your eyes now,
Where the sweet caramel melts deliciously into heartbeats pure.
The radiant light of our eternal love dwells deep within our hearts,
As our souls are captivated by God’s aura of divine enchantment.
A nirvana fills our destiny as passionate lovers kissing softly so,
Mesmerized by the enraptured emotions we forever shareth as one.
A wild wondrous wallflower you are—shining now ever brightly,
As that angelic spirit in mortal presence on Earth by God’s hand.
Dearest one I sayeth truly now my supreme goddess thou art,
As we holdeth one another in an ardent embrace by God’s grace.
The fiery passion of our forever love is a pure beam of silken starlight,
Which bathes the darkest depths of the cosmos in a heavenly radiance.
What more can two people hope for in this world of finite limitations?
Our shared love and rich emotions form the destiny we seek with God.
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – April 29, 2017
(Couplet)