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Lusciously lemon-like, luxuriously lick able and lovely.
Flourishing flaky forever fantasized cool, crispy, crust.
Sitting succulently, sending salivating signs impossible to ignore.
I sliced you into six pieces this time, rather than eight.
I am too hungry to have just a tiny bit; I need the whole thing.
Uh-oh. The meringue stealer is coming. I thrust you into a cabinet.
When she goes back upstairs, we will have our time together.
Just you and me. I am grateful for your sacrifice, my love.
The she I am talking about is eight, and looking for something.
I thought we had pie, she says. We don’t, I lie.
I am not about to share you, my love. No worries.
Only my tongue and teeth will violate you tonight.
Yours is my sacred non-zero soul
core center shared
within
Surrounded by your robust
fertile
masculine energy
Not to exploit
and yet not too shy
Not too retractive
nor extractive,
equipoised
Anticipating
our cooperative re-investing,
powerfully ebbing
and succulently flowing
further enculturating future.
So, I do not cheat without you
in my most polypathic
panentheistic imaged way,
Always knowing we must each
separately
and full-clothed return
to yet another Patriarchal
White Capitalist dominant
LeftBrain academically
monoculturally anthro-supremacist
Straight Day
Our monotheistic Way
on Earth
waiting for full
and edifying thrusts
of and from
multicultural indigenous EarthTribe trust
in octaved sensory
resolving light
and musical resounding sound
Imagining
engaging
co-empathic RightHemisphere senses heard
and felt
in nonzero whole-sum
resplendently glad non-choices
CoEmpowered both/and opportunities
CoInfested
hot and hasty
awaiting win/win economic
and political play.
Doing my wholesome
whole sums
holy nonzero full of life
so not so win/lose unwholesome
empty entropy
unbecoming
Is not here where Eden
promised my wounded child
GreenPeace
restorying panentheistic
omniscient
WholeSum Systemic
yang-yintegral
resilient health pay ways
Way to say
You are the egocenter
within my ecosystemic
copassions gay
Taurus full-octaved
yang yintegral octane
regenerative DNA
poetic display
noetic fray
In a land-linear
and a deep sea-full
of repercussive 1/0
co-binary fruitful
erotic
sacred organic
double-binding fun
In between EarthPowered yintegrity
and HeavenLighting yang sun
Solar systemic enlightened
by indigenously sun-powered EarthTribe
Healthy selfcare flowing fun...
Inside/Outside pun...
Ego/Eco systemic run...
PolyCultural languaged plum...
Yang/Yintegral polymathic
polynomially polypathic
polyvagal neurosystemic
nutrients of super-positive health
Balancing ecological green wealth
living
organic Whole Systemic
language voices
nonviolent win/win
optimizing trans-connecting choices
So, in a way
I could not win cheating on your loss
in our most polypathic
panentheistic win/win privileged way
polyculturally healthy
within this singularly wealthy
gay day.
“The finest poetry
is the most feigning.”
—William Shakespeare
Smelling scent soothe my soul
Sits in sleek oven
Simmering Jack-O-Lantern
Smile so nicely
Saliva pours for
Sweet pumpkin
Pie!
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© Joseph, November 2, 2008
© All Rights Reserved
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Semi finalist contestant
292 out of 887 submissions
June 1, 2009 International Contest
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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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“Be not led by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart.” – Roy T. Bennett
Supremely silent, so succulently swept,
Oh heart of mine, incumbently wept.
Furtive floral fronds forever flowing.
Sheer delight of guiltless tears are slowing.
Grasp my hand that I might feel you.
Heartfelt hints help heal horizons hue.
Composing the chorus a poet bleeds.
Sycamore scents sending somber seeds.
Oh heart of mine, the gladness peeked.
The song my soul never seeked.
Rapture reminiscing rivalled respite.
Dictating dialect, dawn's dearest delight.
Destiny delivers drab dust dreaming.
Soul seeks splendor, sweet scent streaming.
The song my soul never sought.
Hear these hibiscus hymns hauntingly caught.
To listen to the trill of this heart's hymn.
The notes of ecstasy filled to the brim.
Oh heart of mine your Janus faced genus,
a violin verse between venom and Venus.
The crescendo hit, I kissed an opera octave.
A lilting tune blissfully reversed to enslave.
Love exploded revealing lavender so vital,
resistance released rallentando reduced recital.
Oh heart of mine my hymn is ending.
Warmed with wishful waiting was wending.
Culminating coda, classic cadence concludes.
Perfume from the musical bouquet exudes.
This night, my sweetheart, is ours to savour
Take a luscious bite of eternity
Leave the world behind in a distant blur
Starry sprinklings endowed felicity
A luscious moon above our balcony
Whispering promises of ecstasy
Rules of seduction by which we abide
Lawless magnetism by own admission
To a temptress breeze our dreams we confide
Succulently guilty of volition
Under a slight veil of superstition
Orchestrated by some sweet magician
What spellbinding enchantment resonates
Just as two hearts solemnly acquiesce
A wave of elixir intoxicates
Fully entranced by the slightest caress
Rendering two mere mortals powerless
In love’s entangled web ageless timeless
Together waltz amidst constellations
Exposing love’s sweetest revelations
AP: 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted for contest URBAN SONNET sponsored by LAURA LOO - January 21, 2018 - RANKED 5TH
For there abide beef, pork and chicken
and the greatest of these is bacon
hot sizzling crispy to the tongue
satiating succulently scrumptious bacon.
For bacon curries no favor
plays the field tempts the stoic and saintly
slides into gustatorial beds
romps with tomato and lettuce
hangs out with eggs, hard boiled and soft
mocks the ten condiments
bathes in the sinful seven
is prideful
lusts after
the last greed filled bite
of gluttony
provokes the envy
of slothful
greasy lust.
Ah, bacon
you grease the skids
of dietary destruction
stalk the fat cells
of cellulitic cravings
tempt the tendrils of scent
with your aphrodisial aroma
inducing a pheromonal fling.
Oh bacon
you promiscuous panderer
curvaceous little porker
I believe
I trust
I lust
in and after your truth.
John G. Lawless
©11/2/2019
a dance of seduction displayed
in painted passions
enveloped before these eyes
the burning of orange
captured and teased
in an instance
then set on free
rich ruby reds
succulently dripping
gleaming
from its highest anchors
resplendent she is
such form, such grace
exploding
not waiting on time
nor space
imagination, true imagination
where green hints
of winter moss move
reminding of a kiss
and of spring
rejuvenation renewed energy
sun re-awakens
the dawn delivers
planting seeds
bringing smiles
and semblance
to the longing in my face
"Autumn reveals all her colours before Winter breezes in and tries to kiss you with her cold lips". Lady Labyrinth
Between paper-soft
worlds of fragile
imaginations,
I float upon those
gossamer tulips
that split every
second of saccharine
musings and
eclipsed confessions,
distinguishing all
photoelectric synonyms
of lachrymose
stimuli towards
glassy manipulations
of blood-fragranced sun.
Everything that is
sown in sweetened
textures of afterglow-soil,
always blossoms upon
decayed fossils of
frivolous fates, as
balanced bullets have
forever pierced
through the pulpy
sheaths of nature's
rainbow-blankets,
but their aged roots
always adorn nourishing
gemstones of
ephemeral healing,
to spread their wise
branches across earth's
mirrors, as the thin
veil disappears.
What is the raven-spade
-hearted impulse
without its nascent yet
succulently flowing
snow-white mist?
What if, reality speaks
of those skies smitten with
hypnotic illusions of
chess-shaped horizons?
Have yin and yang ever
repelled each other's
rusty-maroon notes
that they whisper in
immortal prelude?
We have remained
skillfully blindfolded to
the isles of inceptions,
swirling amidst ripples
of diamond-kismet
estuaries, washing away
consciences with
diplomatic dewdrops
of frosty maple fog.
Tending to forget that,
we are mere syzygy knights,
crawling along
slanting seesaws as
bioluminescent bishops.
Our schizophrenic
threads have been
tied to the aroma of
poisoned satin within
these final alphabets of
enchante´ epitaphs,
where life will be
the last organ grinder
of karma, playing
an evanescent checkmate
which shall ascend
every soulful spirit
beyond Persephone's
penumbral embrace.
There we are sleeping in bed
then we arrive in a dream
totally changed from our normality
nothing will be what'll seem
On one such occasion I dreamed
walking in midst of a wood
so beautiful in colours so green
it held me still aghast I stood
As I walked along what did I see
hundreds of stalls serving fruit
it looked so fresh and juicy
succulently tempting from head to foot
Along the way met many friends
I had known from the past
but also met new ones so unknown
this night was running real fast
How could all be there together?
all at same time all knowing each one
this is indeed a confusing mystery
but then I awake all's been done
Oceans apart
buried under sandy shores,
a rare pearl slept comfortably
behind her walls.
Fate must have been kind,
for a common man like me,
to stumble upon her shell.
As I brushed away her debris,
astonished - my eyes could not believe
this beauty, revealed before me.
Spellbound - I could not help but stare,
stunned by the glory of her magnificence.
As she took one step forward,
unutterable sensations,
took a hold of my emotions.
Yet I remained motionless,
overmastered by this
majestic heavenly vision.
And I could have sworn it was a dream,
until the softness of her fingertips,
graced the imperfections of my soul,
and for the first time it felt perfect.
All of a sudden it felt like we were floating,
ascending towards a myriad of stars,
with the moon guarding us silently.
Stardust sprinkled with the sight of her smile -
how fortunate was I, to celebrate this artistry.
Her lips blossomed like flowers
as they succulently caressed mine.
Breathless,
without saying a word her eyes acknowledged
my vow for eternal devotion with ever lasting love.
Simple Musings
Silent One
19 September 2017