Long Pleasures Poems
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GALAXY YOKE BOMBARD MASTICATE LUSH VISCOUS
Some say our galaxy’s a feeble joke,
and I’m not one to beat about the bush:
two stellar oxen, fastened by a yoke?
Mythology, to me, is so much mush!
The moon, I guess, is made of white hibiscus!
I never take the storyteller’s bait.
We intellectuals are on our guard:
there’s no such thing as ‘destiny’ or ‘fate’.
Don’t follow fables: that way, you’ll fall hard.
I put my faith in science. Am I ‘woke’?
The president says toilets fail to flush.
That SCOTUS justice – is he an old soak?
He’s fond of beer – does that make him a lush?
The others go for substances more viscous,
which take a little time to masticate:
the pleasures which we’re able to retard
feel somehow more intense. Thus, ‘better late
than never’ means, ‘Bill Murrayed’, not ‘Bill Mahered’.
And words have meaning. If you want to ‘stoke’,
it doesn’t mean you’d much prefer to ‘gush’:
and on the whole it’s not as bad to ‘poke’
(because it’s less invasive) as to ‘push’.
Is ‘facial hair’ a neater term than ‘whiskers’?
So, my belief. I’d rather be a plate
than sharp and incomplete – ie, a shard.
It’s nobler if our pilots sit and wait
than if they get the order to bombard.
It's funny the simple pleasures recounted in life
all manner of wonders reminisced I'll miss most..
though list grows shorter with each passing day
thoughts align in proper time as desires sway
storm bent trees, sunsets, a child's laughter,
and chicken salad on toast.
To be true others may find want of finer things.
fancying first class flight or latest in 'lectric cars,
refined tastes in Nanterre brioche or imported caviars
yet never replace good company a heart brings.
As winter closes, and spring finds its way home,
eternally grateful for all new pleasures won
give thanks warm day's return in rising and setting sun
yet alone, to bygone days my thoughts may roam.
Yeah, there'll always be chicken salad and sunsets..
perhaps a slice of keylime pie or two.
When I look back to a wonderful past,
what I'll miss most
is you.
Sights and sounds fling the spectrum grand,
Urge joy to sum warm pleasures here;
Bright lights now spring such vivid trends,
Touch knows outcome in flush of cheer;
Live wondrous sighs with feisty reach,
Embrace the tact that tells fond touch.
Dance ample highs from each to each,
Yield sensuous acts that mean so much;
Note how time shows bright sparkling finds,
Align pure heart that bold courage;
Make affluence glow with peace of mind,
Impress wise start this very stage;
Choice channels deed to feast and fest,
Surprise rich feed to primal quest.
Leon Enriquez
05 June 2016
Singapore
O
Never have I, ever murdered anyone;
Never have killed with my tongue
O
And never have I raped anyone
God’s daughters are more precious than pleasure;
Pleasures has its points this emotion part of us;
So in love not lust let us treat them right;
Honor and adorn them
Shall a child go to bed and rise up hungry;
Should a widower be homeless and starving?
O
Haven’t stolen anymore;
Stopped taking things that not mine, anymore;
A rise of temporal-satisfaction one gets from thief;
Pleasures has its points this emotion part of us;
So these few sins do I may or may not acknowledge;
Maybe someone’s done one of all of them;
The promise is the remission of all sins;
First if we believe, sincerely repent, turn around
Believe on our Lord, Savior Jesus Christ (believe)
Then shall we be free, freed from sins
O
This is my testimony, Alleluia
8/14/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
After a hard day's work,
these weary feet drag me home,
with the urge of pulling the cork
from the red wine chilling in the cooler;
and smell steaming pasta primavera into a large bowl...
before I am tempted by my gluttonery desire!
Simple pleasures like relaxing my elbows
on a comfortable leather sofa,
with legs stretched-out on soft cotton pillows
and watching a dramatic soap opera;
pop-corn, potato-chips and beer...
yes, for a toast to health, indeed!
I may start to yawn and fall asleep...
unless, through my open window, spiders will slowly creep;
and crawl onto my arms and face,
but one sneeze blows them away, and
trust me on this: the others won't certainly play around,
when they hear the scheme of my surprise!
And if ideas bubble up into my energetic brain,
more plentifull than memories they'll tap this imagination;
and with pen and pad I'll spend hours contemplating inspiration,
and shouldn't it come swiftly while I cool off by the oscillating fan,
the dreariness of an empty home can effect my solitary mood:
and more than a melancholic moon...I'll vainly brood!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Gently held in the palm of a child's open hand
the funniest of fun bugs in all Bug Land
Cute and round with wings to fly
Orange with black polka dots that jive
She crawls onto the child's fingers
tingling the skin is she lingers
Lady bug a gift that brings childhood pleasures
she is one of natures beloved treasures
Lady bug flies onto the child's nose
spreads her wings as if to compose
Giggles erupt as she flies away
bringing smiles as child's play
Lady Bug Lady Bug
play with me
Lady Bug Lady Bug
flying free
Lady Bug Lady Bug
on my nose as I see
Lady Bug Lady Bug
smiling back at me
Blackberries to me are one of natures fine treasures
Fruit jewels that give many culinary pleasures.
The berries are versatile with nutritional health benefits
And wildlife safe haven under densely grown thickets.
Nature gives plenty for us all to share
But be aware and pick them with care.
Covered in thorns over each entwined stem
Defence of its own blackberry briar realm.
Nutritious, low calorie and naturally sweet
These are a favourite fruit that I eat.
Now that I have a large ample supply,
Time to decide which recipe to try.
The popular apple and blackberry pie
Ah, just the thought makes me sigh.
Next - apple and blackberry crumble
My tummy agrees with the sound of its rumble.
Jars filled with luscious blackberry jam
For dinner blackberry-mustard glazed ham.
Blackberry juice or homemade wine
Both very tasty and simply divine
Cheesecake, cobbler, trifle, cupcakes,
Ice cream, muffins, puddings and milk shakes,
Tarts, flapjacks, sorbets, pavlova.
The latter being my sugar rush supernova.
So many recipes from plenty to choose,
Oh what the heck! What have I to lose?
Only the weight that I will probably gain
And removing the odd blackberry stain.
Your Thoughts On Blackberries Poetry Contest
Sponser Matt Caliri
Written 06.08.22
As the autumn of my life approaches, some memory fades,
But I still recall very special times from my primary grades.
We did things then, now considered politically incorrect,
Enjoying Valentine and Halloween parties - no one did object!
The Valentine party was the social event of the school year.
Kids secretly expressed affection for that very special dear.
They deposited their cards in a box covered with colorful crepe;
Walls were bedecked with hearts of every size and shape!
Someone scrawled on the blackboard, "We Love You Miss Ruth!"
And below were scribbled the names of her adoring youth.
Valentines cost two for a penny in those uncluttered days;
A cheap way to express puppy-love in such endearing ways.
As the cards were distributed, secret admirers gave a shy grin;
Boys received saccharine cards much to their chagrin.
Miss Ruth served cookies, cocoa and chocolate milk,
And heart-shaped candies saying 'Mine' or something of that ilk!
Miss Ruth gave a special hug to every girl and boy.
Her love and care topped off a day of consummate joy!
I fear that the children of today may never again enjoy,
The simple pleasures I knew that today some vow to destroy!
Now I wonder if in this day and age where anything goes,
If children are even permitted their affection to disclose?
Or have the politically correct creeps decreed it ain't okay,
For kids to celebrate innocent love on Saint Valentines' day!
You’re love for me, once wild and free, you seem to put on hold
The time not right, in day or night, your arms will not enfold
I’m left to feel the pain so real of being left alone
While deep inside at eventide desire starts to roam
My heart astress filled with distress at thoughts of pleasures passed
Where passion burned and your heart yearned to hold me safe and fast
The night aflame, unchaste, no shame, I laid bare all for you
Of every thrill you got your fill and tasted honeyed dew
Romanced the night till morning light, our lust we’d consummate
Then quick repast to help us last, new whims to satiate
We’d kiss and sigh and reach the high of passion’s trembling peak
And reach as one and come undone and lie there spent and weak
But now on hold, these moments, gold, you’ve turned to endless wait
On hold, on hold, if truth be told, I crave this love to sate
So come to me, and let us be, in lovefest intertwined
Change that “on hold” and come be bold, to bed my body bind
Hold on to hips and taste the lips with honey sweet and wet
Unpause the time; taste the sublime, and love without regret
And as you lie, contented sigh, your head on pillowed breast
Your arms I'll hold, in mine, I'll fold, and let you dream and rest
Eileen Manassian
Remember Paint-by-Numbers?
I loved them as a kid.
You filled in all the numbered spaces
Marked out on the grid.
You had your plastic pots of paint,
Each one a numbered match.
Creative juices didn’t flow,
No effort made from scratch.
Yet if you stayed within the lines,
A masterpiece appeared.
You didn’t need instruction
So no parents interfered.
The end result produced a smile
And bursting sense of pride;
A feeling of accomplishment
Just couldn’t be denied.
A lashing out at Lego toys
Brought back my painted treasures.
Some criticize new Lego sets
Which, though providing pleasures,
Deprive the seed of fantasy
Existing in each child
From blossoming and thus,
Imagination can’t run wild.
A Lego Star Wars figure
Builds just that and that alone,
Preventing kids from coming up
With patterns of their own.
To this I say, just let them play
Or paint or draw or build.
Whatever talents wait inside
Will somehow be fulfilled.