Saccharin Poems | Examples

Sometimes We Pay Extra

Sometimes we pay double extra
During inflation
Price rise in cooking oil
It has been a long time
We're eating waste oil
Increment in electric bills
Already suffering from 
An extreme  hot day
Price rise in cars
MCO lingers 
We're unable to change cars
Price rise in household electrical appliances
Have to buy an expensive 
All-purpose cooker
Price rise in worshipping supplies
Have to ask for God's forgiveness
Rise in bus fare
Pity the children
Free education but burdened transport fare
Price rise in chicken eggs
Have to use less tasty duck's eggs
Price rise in farm fresh drinks
All along no confidence
Price rise in beers
Not all the people's favourite
Price rise in sugar
Saccharin is already widely used
Price rise in bread and mee
Have to change to 
Less tasty rice buns and meehoon
Besides inflation and tax increase
We do pay double extra
For people's carelessness
Ignorance
And greeds
All finally will result in 
An eternal suffering

Saccharin

saccharin embrace remembered ~ not true love.

Monorhyme On Marwadi Resource Persons

In this unknown world of knowledge hilly,
You came as a Mozart in disguise dolly
To teach all teachers how to teach fully;
Benefitted though sad – not meeting daily.
Daily meeting not possible, gave a pulley
Of google drive and we see, hear our folly.
Giving a chocolate, taking note of us, O Alley.
A corollary we get makes us gorgeous frilly
No obfuscatory with him: sometimes chilly,
Times cold, but a hunky-dory, a true deli.
An accurate hortatory for English holy,
Teaching precise pronunciation alley
To improve us from state utter nugatory.
Encouraging, gave chances to all my folly; 
Novel, pioneering, predicatory. Never did dally.
Blessed to have such a trainer as lovely lily
Had been an orator, excellent energetic filly.
Marwadi University is blessed with hilly –
The persons so high, so intelligent, O Molly!
Wish to have such a guide in my life daily
So that saccharin be added to life’s chili
And lethargy, fatigue, lassitude goes dully.
Let it be Surat or Morbi or Rajkot or Delhi
Dhanajay, Viral and Brij sir be with me fully.

Leonard

Topsy-turvy seems so
well, it seems so cute
relentlessly cute
saccharin cute.

Until and unless you're in it
and then, well then the 
belly comes to regard
its place in you as
something less than
...certain.

Topsy-turvy, ugh
abounding now
injured this, and angry he
fractured that, and we less she
ugh

pitchforks are being sharpened
and eyes are narrowing
the hits keep coming
and then sooner than
we're ready, before we've
absorbed the first hits
they're covered
before we've recovered
ugh

and now Leonard has gone
and left us
(his poetry)
and now Leonard has gone
and left us
(his view)

and now and now.
And now
we're left with
only what Leonard 
left.

You left too soon
I hadn't yet
learned how to
live up to your death.

Topsy-turvy
Unnerves me.

And my Buddhist rock
has turned to dust
and left us to just us.

Timidity a Curse

Remote area where there is no screen
Timidity rules alone trying to save skin.
Of all evils in the creation under discipline
Timidity  – a curse – is like a Saccharin.
Sugary as tweet, booming as a violin
Wicked as a fox, ill-mannered as Bedouin;
Timidity sneaks secretly physique within
And remains there undisturbed and akin.
When obligatory duty or slog is seen
Sharpens us, whet us till found Lenin.
This makes us skinny, lanky and thin.
Living timid for me is no than a sin.
Hence precaution must be taken, O Kin!
Timidity, a severe knight, should not reign
Over us from beginning to let out jinn.

Go Ahead I Dare Ya Breakup Poetry No One Should See

And He
my dearest
maturest mate to date
has bitterly regressed
to a child irate
from man of logic
to impish state
a hexer vile
filled with hate
while I don't believe
I've changed a bit
he thinks me evil
my mother split
as saccharin 
as the Harpie race
bewitching temptress
evil face
necessity
I do suppose
for his childish fit
to so dispose


Dug out of an old journal for John Lawless' Go Ahead I Dare Ya!!! Contest

Laziness a Curse

Of all vice in the world under discipline
Laziness – a Curse - is like a Saccharin.
Sweet as pipe, sonorous as violin
Wicked as a snake, ill-mannered as Bedouin;
Laziness creeps in secretly body within
And remains there undisturbed and akin.
It is seen when duty or slog does spin
Grinds us till in others found Lenin.
But that is a bad time as made us thin.
Hence precaution must be taken, O Kin!
Laziness, a Bad King, should not reign
Over us from beginning to let out jinn.
Of all vice in the world under discipline
Laziness – a Curse - is like a Saccharin.

Some Carbs Or Other

cup me in some sweet condolences 
leave me dusted in saccharin 
after honey licks

there on your lips
autumn burst fruits
and
bruises

my blush of knowing
too much
my rush of tasting
enough
to be hooked on your liqueur 

lips. granulated resistance 
spent.
echo.
fullness empties,
echo.
post
coitus tristesse,
echo

sugar the fruits'
echo

Lips of Swell and Fire--Collaboration Poem With Mystic Rose

Her power, unrestrained, sweet as honeysuckle rose
                    Doth grant me, but a glimpse, of what I rave to find
                I fall in misty meadow where the Bluebells brightly grow
                   Hot kisses stirring in the wind, cool my fevered mind

                   While I in yonder wait, for my love to take me home
               Doth grant whom access Lord, the soul for him it pines
                   At the foothills of my love, each heaven star a-glow
                   Saccharin kisses in the blow, no longer in confines

                 He picks me up and raises me to cordial place, desire   
                  I know him, he knoweth me, by lips of swell and fire!

                          Written in collaboration with Mystic Rose
                        I wish to express my appreciation to Rose
                            For her ideas, talent--and inspiration
                                            Mel *** :)

High Voltage Desire

In the afterglow I ponder
My travels through heavens door
His heart endowed romantic 
Body chiseled of gods like Thor. 

His piercing eyes composed by angels
Granted powers to enchant my soul
His arms like gladiators retired from the fight
Commissioned to tantalize my mould

His hands radiate waves of current
High voltage pulsating my nerves
His kisses navigating saccharin navel
Dedicated to my pleasure unreserved

His manhood crafted like barbarian knight
His implement in ecstasies embrace
Enslaved to his prowess when flesh unites
This memory forever engraved

Chill of ice on skin set fire
Unsighted by soft silk fold
Peaking all untamed desire
While under his full control

Here drawing back the drapes of passion
Eclipsed as a work of art
To experience even a percentage of this ration
Was the purpose of desire from the start

Cotton Candy Storm

Tufts of ghostly cotton candy, 
Backlit by lavender sage,
Caught in rocky nooks and 
crannies,
Sky islands of stage.
Sugar whipped and frothy,
Clouds of pink and blue,
Melting in the moisture,
Disappearing with the dew.
Sticky light, fluffy grains,
Momentary treat,
Saccharin violet bliss,
Diabetic feat.
Rock candy gossamer, air-
whipped, spun,
Majesty's paper cone,
Rainbow sprinkles of 
precipitation,
Air and water and stone.
Xylose billows, sucrose puffs,
Mouthwatering bits of sky,
Trapped by sierras, amethyst,
Until they melt, die.

Vintage

Riesling whispers, bated 
breath,
Sapphire lies in blue.
Dreams and nothings, humid, 
swear,
What's a girl to do?
Dangling from dew stained 
strands,
Honey drenched promises.
A kiss, a sigh, venomous faith,
Submissive dominance. 
Saccharin sorrow, chocolate 
and tears,
Drowning, bittersweet.
Praying to the gods below, 
Let her taste defeat.
Chianti screams, suffocated, 
Amber smears of truth.
Dry reality, every silence,
The antiquity of youth.

Where the Sweet Meet

Life like from a fish bowl, really!
Way ... encapsulated like above and behind, you know?
All those like gilded dado's of peachy-pink, gnarly puff, sweet aye?
All those awesome totally rad houses of
flannel-gray San Fran's Victorian Ladies, classic!

Life all sweet and wrapped in the ledges and overhangs, really!
Portcullis like totally frail, precious, half formed, clueless babes.
Really, half the town is like crazed!
Full of what-evers and dandy duds like newborns
each Lilliputian pop-up a sweet meat, smoked
stoked and toked inside their saccharin selves.

Life's a gay and grodie array of colorful buggers.
A,gag me with a spoon, side show of hard candy colored covers.
Really, like jujubes shaken from raspberry doors...
So take a chill pill, a coffee toffee, a licorice bit, a vanilla sucker
and get your most excellent self 
with your killer looks and like surprisingly soft center
to sweet Ole San Francisco's scene.

*internal line rhyme [not end rhyme ;)]
** 1980's Cal i forn i a English
Contest: Talk Like That
Sponsor:Craig Cornish
Poet: Debbie Guzzi

Sweet Meats

Life from a fish bowl
encapsulated ..above and  
behind the gilded dado's of peachy pink
and flannel-gray of San Fran's
Victorian Ladies

Life wrapped with the ledges and overhangs
and portcullis , frail, precious, half formed,
half crazed, oft newly born
each Lilliputian presence a sweet meat
inside their saccharin selves.

Life dawns, as a colorful array
of hard candy colored covers
shake forth from raspberry doors...
coffee toffee
liquorice bits
vanilla suckers
all with their surprisingly soft centers
to sweeten San Francisco's scene.

Sin-Dees Malady

She pretends to care
Written emotion lies to all
The core of her is rancid
Her center made of fantasy

She tries to impress all
With saccharin sickly prose
The woman turns a blind eye
Her true intentions revealed

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