I was at Resto Depot today for
lunch. I had a miso noodle salad
with an Avacado scooped out with two
scoops of crunchy veggie or no veggie
balls . they had exquisite seasoning too.
There was much lettuce ,the noodles were cooked.
There was dried crisp tasty noodles ,thank you.
I drank a glass of water .This dish is
a subtle smooth aged single malt whiskey,
Hard to eat slowly -I ate it quickly.
Desert was a cup of cantaloup scoops .
Happiness is the circle of glad folk,
I sat with six in all three to me spoke.
First folk were two ladies a nice chat had,
Next dude ignored me I didn’t feel bad.
A dad and son next they ordered a meal ,
They ate quickly: lunch is a sweet deal .
One was a doctor offered free rub down,
I said I live in the far part of town.
Our chat was nice he got up and split,
Noise is an irritable dish : I sit.
Solitude is a silent street.3 bare seats
I was musing when to write my conceits.
Resto Depot a hip place to hang out
For the in-crowd to be without a doubt.
Could not write my poem -my time was up
I looked at my watch ;my ride picked me up .
C Coffeecake, for goodness sake,
A apples, sugar, nuts and spice.
K Kuchen for weddings? no mistake;
E enjoy a second slice.
F Favorite, I recommend
O opt to try what groom has baked,
R ranked first-place by friends.
G Gooey glaze, oh what a break
R relished by manly men.
O Oat flour sparks the appetite.
O Odd flavor, an added take,
M malt whiskey with each bite
S Shh! it's not IN the cake.
written February 24, 2017
for Julia's contest: Relishing Cake
Paperless dolls and run-less runs –
Roller coaster rides and fun-less fun.
Hopscotch and blisters; banana-seat bikes –
Hand games and shout-backs too.
Quiet-less walks at 3:00 in the morn –
Virtual stranger rides with indecency.
Cracker-jacks and white wine spritzers –
Early morning-midnight bizarre.
Hellish targets for our holy aims –
Lipsticks red and perfumes sweet.
Mustard corndogs with licorice malt –
Chocolate mustache with milk beards.
Sunstroke and fallacy whipping tales –
Tongue-tied talk and all the such.
Hair-unwoven nightmares & bobby pins –
Lurid washed-out make-up; oh the horror.
Candy-less sugar pops dressed in green –
Wrappers prettied up in dazzling clash.
Malt whiskey and bourbon please –
Ante up for your hill-less ride.
Dustbowl sentiments profusely bleed the cherry fossil eyes
Into cataracts of scarlet, fused with empty alibis,
Spitting feathers from the lips quivered cancerous with pain,
Clouded visions of your body, yet forever they remain.
Walking out upon a limb hanging fractious and split,
Drinking absinthe and malt whiskey with a ghost immersed in it,
Drawing breath so that the vocals will at least affect a sound,
Breathing out and breathing in, fixed intently on the ground.
Staring straight into your eyes along the fibre optic line,
Sick and tired, the crippled casting of my pearls before your swine,
In the dark, my mind tilts lonely, lying foetus-like and curled,
Knowing once you must have loved me is the ending of the world.
Kicking door jambs into brickwork and then shouting out the odds
Raging famished with a hunger, with the wrath of ancient gods;
It is over, so I died of it, I rise again, anew
"Now I'm simply thrilled, honey, can I say the same for you?"
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.