Parfait Poems | Examples

For One Who Was

For one who was my first most precious love,
who drifted into my life like fresh snow,
he’s still the guy that my impressions of
remain like snow untrod upon although
it was late summer when he stirred in me
such dulcet longings. Like a butterfly,
my heart went dancing when we kissed, and he -
along with me - soared into velvet sky.
With myriad stars, the moon was blooming.
It peeked down at us in our passion’s play.
My love’s touch – soft cashmere - was consuming.
With headiness, we savored love’s parfait
when sun slid down and hid behind a hill.
That young man’s sweetness I remember still.

Courting Romance

dance dulcet tunes
lantern moons sway
with spoons’ parfait

raspberry moon

sunset red fruitage
	raspberries ripe on the vine ~
		perfect pink parfait

(July Full Moon – Native American)

Nature's Alibi

Delighted by a rippled sky
                            in layers of a parfait pink
I wonder nature’s alibi
              and how it always makes me think

For though I see its wondrous hues
       through eyes that show me of its grace
I know that it is everywhere  
                   in every person, thing or place

To what amazement, I am bound
                         in trying to respect its rule
In realizing that the world
                           is just its subjugated fool

Yet nonetheless, its beauty reigns
              in mountains, rivers, forests green
In every flower’s subtle scent
                        in everything I’ve ever seen

I wonder nature’s alibi
                though manifesting so much love
It’s also holds the key to hate
                       If only men could rise above

What is November

Most of us should know that the fourth Thursday,
is called a Thanksgiving Day celebration.
The first Tuesday after the first Monday,
we elect the leaders of our nation.

Maybe you even know the first Sunday,
is when Daylight Savings comes to an end.
But did you know on November the first,
National Pomegranate Month begins.

Also, Native Heritage and Military Family Month,
Epilepsy, Alzheimer’s, and COPD awareness.
How about NAN-O-WRI-MO or Pancreatic Cancer too,
we’ll throw in No Shave November just for fairness.

The first Wednesday is Eating Healthy Day,
the first Thursday is Man Makes Dinner.
The first Friday is Samoan Arbor Day,
and of course, Black Friday is always a winner.

Who can forget World Vegan Day,
or Coronation Day of the fifth Druk in Bhutan.
It’s Liberty Day in the Virgin Islands,
Self-Defense Forces Commemoration in Japan.

It is Veterans Day on the eleventh,
Pneumonia Day on the twelve.
Parfait day on the twenty-fifth, 
if you don’t care about your health.

I could just go on and on listing them,
but just between me and you.
We’d still be here reading next November,
and we probably still would not be through.

What's On the Menu

And with her “Chicken Nipple Dip”
                                and crackers set to side
She checked her table once again
                           and smiled a smile of pride

The ‘Duck Tongue” toast and “Pig Pate’”
                    she thought were sure to please
And don’t forget, she’s made a batch
                            of tasty “Old Goat Cheese” 

The “Possum Parfait” glaze dessert
                          no sweet tooth should resist 
But don’t disturb her ‘Aspic Owl”
                    lest she would smack your wrist

The gelatin of ‘Bladder Fish”
                              salts her most lively stew
I’m not sure if it’s still alive
                              but sure it’s good for you

So when your invitations come
                              do save the date for sure
I’m certain you’ll not want to miss 
                             this night’s “Menu Du Jour”

The Sacred Meow Society

I'm late to the 
Meeting on purpose.
My back left paw
Needed 10 or 12 
More licks.

Another write-up
Headed my way.
So what?
None of us can 
Write or read anyway.

The Society is not 
What it used to be.
The Calicos hog the floor.
Between coughing 
Up hair balls
They espouse on 
Innovative scratching posts
And the hidden 
Benefits of sour milk.

Siamese are the worst, though.
Not saying a word. Just 
Glaring about in creepy pairs.
"We are Siamese if you please DON'T."

I'm having a blast on my own,
Sitting in this tipped-over 
Garbage can in my cozy-dark alley
Enjoying my Heathcliff strip. 
Classic. Garfield's overwritten. 
Heathcliff's real. My old friend, 
Iglesias, a true Burmese,
Says he met the real Heathcliff 
Back in '85. I call Bull-litter.

Ah geez, 
They're rawring for me now,
Cuz it's my birthday
And they made 
Some sort of parfait
Fulla old bananas 
And moldy raisins.
So if I'm a total no-show
They're all gonna be  
Hissed off.

I better get going.
Thanks for listening 
To my PurrCast.
Don't forget to 
Lick and subscribe.

Thoughts On Blackberries

I’ve never been fond of blackberry cobbler
--I’ll pass, too, on the blackberry sorbet--
Too many seeds get caught in my teeth,
Dentures may change my mind someday.
Give me raspberries, softer and sweeter,
With a taste which excels the blackberry
They make a deliciously tasty berry parfait,
Hands down, they’re my favorite in dairy.
Blackberry jams have way too much seed
If you want the taste with toast, try jelly,
But I would suggest you go for apple butter
--On this many of my friends are agreed--
If you persist in your love of the blackberry
Willing to pick them, do avoid the thorns,
I’d suggest you get a very good toothpaste
To clean your teeth and the smile you carry. 

Written August 7, 2022
Submitted to “Your Thoughts on Blackberries” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by “Matt Caliri

Je Sors Le Bon Dieu De L'Enfer

Mes bras grand ouvert
Ce sont des cœurs bien aimé
Qui a bien semé
Accueilli l'amour du Seigneur
J'ai écouté parmi le font de mon cœur
C'est le temps de rire
Réjouir
Mon sourire parfait
Qui vous apporte la paix
Un cadeau unique
Bouge la brique
La force en nous
Des Anges et tout
Aucun homme et non-hommes
Peux vous toucher
Vous êtes tous protéger
S’il demande
C'est temps que ça change
L'armé du bon Dieu
Sera chaleureux

Anna and the French Kiss

Anna and the French Kiss
Beckon from above
Should I quit this painting 
For the face I love

Shall I paint the Left Bank
Sitting on this bench
Or be teaching Anna
In my broken French

From the Eiffel Tower
Anna calls in vain
High above the green grass
By the River Seine

Near the Macaroon Bar
On a cloudy day
Savoring a coffee 
And a light parfait

Anna thinks about me
Lovingly it's true
Searching for my image
On the avenue

Though I like to paint her
As I often do 
Anna needs a French Kiss
And a lover too.

Submitted to the:
"Anna and the French Kiss"
Poetry Contest
On August 17, 2021
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose

West Coast Trail First Night

Quiet, but for the steady
murmur of waves along
an obsidian beach.
Remnants of an ocean storm,
somewhere between
here and Japan.
Sometime between
Passé Imparfait et
Plus-que-parfait.

Fr - a La Mesure

À la mesure
 


petites phrases ici et là
écrites au milieu de la nuit
évincées froissées rejetées
insignifiantes

fades reflets
disqualifiés
jamais à la mesure des émotions
de mon ardeur
de mon amour pour toi

à la recherche du message parfait 
digne des ailes disposées
à faire le voyage intergalactique
pour te rejoindre à nouveau



Translated from my poem CRUMPLED THOUGHTS

Posted on May 14, 2021

Summer Weekends

Through wildflower meadows we skip,
feasting on sunbeams and friendship,
trailing to a river's dip.

Beach towel extended with our spread,
guest seagulls partake of our bread.
Sun our blanket, brunch in bed.

Orange glazed croissants, yogurt parfait.
Fresh picked wildflower bouquet.
Tree shade chandelier display.

Giggles ripple like current bends.
Our imagination transcends
trickling shores, summer weekends.

2-2-2021

A Famous Rhapsody a Song From My Soul To Thee-

Softly spoken, heartbeats broken
Digresses smooth transitions embraceable caresses
Never lessons smooth over hugs and kisses

Aftermath all I want to do Is sing This Love song to you sing a little soft poem writ with words showered and music hoping hopes for love beyond therapeutic

Spoken softly broken heartbeats
Confessions of love transitional bereavement sweet concealment
Never lessen smooth over hugs and kisses
Never lost never mowed over never lost nothing's missing

Aftermath a barrage of circumstance Brad parades of cheering and dancing
Compared with melodies steps of cherish frolic and dancing

Tenement parfait songs of hip hip hooray
I digress I confess of my pungent love fluoride floret
A pungent smile brightens the skies a mile high
Hamsa gratitude for you I'm thanking God you are my soul song
That I've written words tune and Melody from my heart strings

12/26/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020

Delicate Flora

baby soft petals
wafts delicious perfume scents~
delicate parfait

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