Strawberry shortcake
Whipped cream on a biscuit
Best dessert ever
German chocolate cake
With the moistest coconut
Best dessert ever
Hot fudge sundae
With butter pecan ice cream
Best dessert ever
Hot sweet rhubarb pie
Ala mode via ice cream
Best dessert ever
Peanut butter cake
with cinnamon icing
Best dessert ever
Categories:
moistest, food,
Form: Free verse
There's a place where men love to go
To explore dark moist caves
The deepest, moistest caves known to man
A most favourite spot they crave
If you're not in shape it can make ya sweat
But how amazing to succumb
Deep in the heart of these dark moist caves
You must try it you really must come
If your mind's down in the gutter my friends
Wasn't talking about sex you see
Had ya fooled, was talking about travel
To the Lost Sea Exhibit, Tennessee!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
moistest, humor,
Form: Quatrain
War is declared
the field is set
blood-filled pawns on a chess set
with the flag raised and weapons primed
for our disposable heroes
their time is nye
the stone cross roads and the moistest fells
warmed from the flames of hell
a piercing stare across the room
office politics contempt and gloom
man climbing man
the mountain to the alpha male
man climbing man
bullying on a sliding scale
violent words and painful cries
webs of sin and deadly lies
the new boy blues will settle in
who cares what race or fat or thin
don’t go crying to the boss
your tearful eyes cost you your job
portraying weakness and insomnia
bloodshot breath with a sour spike
man climbing man
the mountain to the alpha male
man climbing man
bullying on a sliding scale
Categories:
moistest, song-
Form: Verse
It was not expected, this diversion. Being uncommon of a type
And truly off the beaten track; the windscreen wipers wipe
Away the sheets of marmalade rain unremittingly,
Their sweeping swipe at drizzled prisms swept incessantly.
The sun, it emerged, again without expectation. Light fractured cloud
Sparkling off the bonnet of the car; the rays avowed
To turn the moisture into steam, and did so spectacularly,
The haze and mist ploughed the fields of density.
She was picked up on the hard shoulder. Somewhere north of despair,
I recall, and hitched a ride beside me; the rain still glittered in her hair,
And her eyes the shade of bluebells fluttered beautifully,
Her cheeks so fair, lips the pinkest, moistest frames of destiny.
I had given hope a vacant backseat. Yet the road’s adverse camber can shift,
Can tilt and alter time and travel; and though the king of drifting may still drift,
Fractional increments serve to lift directional gravity,
So one correction of the wheel reacquaints with love’s vitality.
Categories:
moistest, allegory, life, lost love,
Form: Verse