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I'm sipping my sparkling fine wine,
And taking my succulent sipping slow;
Watching the beautiful bird, bees, and
Ants always busily beaming on the go.
Twinkling stars winking down at me,
This taste has me toasting—floating;
Gliding with grand space and time,
My horn I am still blowing—tooting.
Tonight a charming magic carpet ride,
O with rising sun I’m a happy fellow;
Darkness diminishing to calm day light,
On fluffy pillow head shall be mellow.
I'm sipping my sparkling fine wine,
And taking my succulent sipping slow!
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© Joseph, 9/21/08
© All Rights Reserved
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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
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One soul’s heaven is another soul’s hell
A silver silent scream from jaded jail
The quiet roar underscores mind unwell
Honeymoon of doom from grace I fell
Never been so alone or far from home
Arranged marriage to a person well known
Riches of gold silver money are shared
But what’s lacking lavender love and care
It’s enough irony to make one weep
I understand the truth I’m lucky you see
He is handsome he doesn’t beat me
Kaleidoscope kisses impregnate me
So I am to be a mother in due time
But I love another and that’s my crime
I hope to escape by loosing my life
Standing on the balcony taking a dive
But then I feel a little kick in my side
I am trapped in this cycle of life I cry
My baby does live so I can not die
Madd and sad I must persevere try
It’s enough to make a soul fall apart
Perhaps the child will soothe my heart
A big job for such a small little baby
It’s enough to make a mother crazy
Never again will my life be my own
My mind is splitting I feel so alone
I look up to see blue fluffy clouds
Somehow I can’t jump it’s wrong now
I must forget I am sad my past life memories
Repent pray for strength and healthy baby
Perhaps the child will be my saving grace
And these maddening thoughts will go away
Is there anything finer than mashed potatoes
That fluffy white mountain of joy
Scrumptious with gobs of bad-for-you butter
And sprinkles of parsley, oh boy!
Always dream bout this mouth watering delight
Sending me to the moon with glee
A slice of ham with a carrot and pea medley
And a blob of ketchup if you please
Don't give me none of that Beef Wellington stuff
That fine old English tradition
With boiled potatoes oh how uninspiring
Gonna pass it with your permission
Good old smashers as they're sometimes called
Can't think of another dish finer
Just a simple old guy with a simple old taste
A down to earth kind of a diner
So serve me them taters from dawn to sundown
Guarantees my friendship for life
Scrumptious with gobs of bad-for-you butter
Where's my napkin, my fork and my knife!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Dog
I once had a fluffy white dog take my hand
He was born a Maltese and was very well cared for
He was my every world, my one and only, all over this land
When I’d come home he would greet me at the door
The exchanges of happiness would touch my heart
He would twirl and dance at my feet, nipping at my dress
Meanwhile, my couched husband is doing his part
Watching his sports, drinking beers, and being a mess
My little one would follow me to the end of the Earth
He would follow me all over the house as he loves me
The times I do take him for a walk, I have self-worth
Everything about him is real and loyal, I love to see
Many a candlelight dinners it would be just me and him
He would get his bowl of treats and there be a bone
Together our eyes dance, and I'd hear his imaginary voice hymn
Without his companionship, I would be so alone
Meanwhile, my husband is doing his part nipping at his beers
You would think that my little one acts the part of a spouse
At night he would jump onto my bed, cuddling my tears
The man that I married, sigh, is forever in the doghouse
2/6/23
Writing Challenge - D Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Constance La France
2nd
Nervousness of standing on the doorstep
Compromise, standing just inside
Despite invitation, I politely insisted that the evening ended there
Over days, weeks, months then years
Things developed with an increasing sense of inclusion
Shared excitement, shared passion, shared intimacy
A time of normality, a time of exceptions and shared acceptance
Times of accepted exceptional normality
Thick fluffy comforting summer clouds
Ever present, yet simultaneously, fleeting forms in clear blue skies
Each cloud framed with an unspoken silver lining
Progressive advancement of growth and expanding boundaries
Each box ticked forming stories, like the timeline rings of trees
An evening punctured with a 1 am call of planned reassurance
A weekend away concluded with being picked up from the station
Wardrobes of Narnia supposed secrecy behind supposed closed doors
In line with everything time runs its course
Clouds disappear forming memories and trees fall revealing their stories
And we are left with the wonder of it all
It's again the soothing pale sunlight, with bright morning mist,
The cooling dew on the green grass, touching the feet with ease.
Above, the azure sky and the soft cloud,
Like white, fluffy cotton scattered all around.
Ponds turn clear like scintillating crystals,
Hidden under the pink flowers’ petals,
As if new brides wearing lotus-veils.
The unchanged riverbanks bear tall Kash,
White plumes dance with the flute of air,
They shimmer with joy as sunlight's gentle clap draws near!
It's again the field of golden paddy.
The hands hold sickle, scythe and spade,
It's already time to harvest.
The granaries are smiling, preparing for grains' homecoming.
The field and the furrows left forlorn,
Bidding their friends farewell,
‘Goodbye, dear friends! When the year returns, we will meet you once again.’
The eyes glitter at the sight of long-awaited fruits,
Hunger cries, ‘I am losing my roots’.
It's again the same moon; silver and pale.
In the night sky like an oyster’s pearl,
It shimmers carrying thousands of untold memories.
In the sleeping night, it sings, consoling the harvested field,
In the silent air, it hears the furrows’ muffled murmur.
On the rooftop, it casts its silver threads,
Children chant ‘Chand Mama, Chand Mama,’ lifting their heads.
And to the draped window
It appears like a fleeting shadow.
It's again the day's tired sun setting,
Coloring the West with its crimson hue.
Night jasmine blooming, releasing its sweet perfume.
The flaking old house standing still and tall,
A beautiful patina of time.
In the corner of the large courtyard,
An old woman, quiet and wrinkled through the years,
sitting with her wooden cane and a blunt betel nut cutter.
The tired young souls return and gather,
With curious yet loving eyes,
Asking their old grandmother,
To tell them old stories.
Grandma lovingly scares them with her croaking voice,
All run scared; Grandma deeply sighs,
'It's always the season that leaves and returns.
We, its leaves, are left to fall and burn.'
Amazing spellbound cloudless starry night sky
Beaming with enchantment and wonder
Crystalline frost on window panes
Daring the warmth of the
Edifice to melt
Falling fluffy glistening white snow
Gracefully lies upon the ground
Harmonizing the trees and brushes it surrounds
Impressing the world around
Joyful noise in the homes
Kids jumping for joy watching the Christmas tree
Lights twinkle and glow, dress in garland, and candy canes
Mistletoe hangs to lure lovers to steal a kiss
Nativity sits on a small table to celebrate when Christ
Our Lord was born Christmas night
Presents are wrapped and under the tree
Questioning kids are curious to know
Reaching and touching to
See what toys
They have received that is
Under the tree
Valuable memories, but
Whimsical for kids and wonderful to see
Xenium have also been given
Yearlong to people in need with
Zeal and love
1/21/2016
Let me tell you a story……..
Nothing new under the sun really.
Happened many times.
Autumn flourished and Christmas was near.
Hark, the bells tolled.
The womanizer discovered love.
Too late.
For now she died much too quick.
Friends rally round.
Especially Lisa, his illegitimate daughter.
All in vain. For now his love is dead.
A year passed.
He stood near a window
as fluffy snow fell gently.
He looked at that set of seashells,
An ivory box and inside his old watch
which she gave him as mementos.
Outside raucous seagulls flew,
a harbinger of further devastating storms.
Yet the worst tempest was in his heart.
Tears fell profusely.
But time flies.
Rapturous Spring is in full swing.
Tranquillity reigns in his heart.
All the family drift
On the boat on the languid lake.
Lisa happy to be with her father,
And his new wife.
He holds his own child with care
Will it be the end of his womanizing?
A white swan glides near.
Euphoric tranquillity reigns.
16 April 2022
Form N - Narrative - New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme: Life
O I
am so
sad now
that she left
for up above.
Twenty years
is a long time
to love a cat,
this sweet.
A kitten came
that fit my hand
all fluffy and purring,
she loved to cuddle
all the long nights.
I held her in my arms
till her body was stone.
And now I go to the place
where I buried my beauty.
I told my friends- no, no,
more cats for this here girl.
They say just give it time!
Oh, oh my- days are empty,
sometimes, I hear her soft
meow call, calling for me,
and that breaks my heart.
Tears,
now
fall
fall
fall
like
rain
on
my
new
wee
cat.
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August 23, 2018
Poetry/Concrete/Concrete Cat
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1198-804-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to FGI Blog Series 5 - Shape
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
There was an annual gala party
going on last Friday;
from the large crowd suddenly
emerged a gorgeous lady
with a dazzling red gown:
she wasn't wearing a crown!
The young pianist noticed her
and started playing slow jazz music,
to thrill her and seduce her,
but it didn't sound too romantic;
he realized that my obsession was dire...
I warned him saying, " Desiree is all mine! "
Desiree was hard to resist,
I asked for a dance and she agreed;
Desiree's eyes were big and green:
I was the king, she was the queen,
and we danced like royalty.
Debbie watched us with a look of envy,
she stood there enraged and silent...
wanting me to hold her instead!
I threw Desiree a hot kiss
with the gesture of a lady's man,
giving away my admirer's weakness...
showing infatuation;
Desiree winked at me
delightfully and kindly!
With hearts and minds inflamed,
with a desire grown too wild
and a pulsing heartbeat inside,
we sent across a mutual feeling of likeness:
an intentional, flirtatious glance;
an exciting and magical night awaited us...
staring at the fluffy snow slowly falling outside!