Short Baste Poems

rub my butt with spices
baste my breasts with olive oil
slather my wings and things with sauce
butter my thighs, slow broil

	ah, the savory delights of a summer BBQ!...

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Find Pleasing To Our Taste

When we find it pleasing to our taste,
Was always best each time we baste,
To each delight,
Day and night;
We have continued doing it with haste.

Jim Horn...

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So thankful for some soup —
sipped, delightfully tasted.
As the turkey in buttery baste
infuses the family room,
I think of my “buds”,
those wonderful poets
who glaze my senses
throughout the year.
Delicious!

Happy Thanksgiving Y’all!

11/21/2018...

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     "Moonbound"




golden Moon tempts lovers to taste
fruits of sweet nectar 'neath glows baste
lips part to kiss ...
passion ignites flesh to make haste
inhaling fragrance without waste
ecstasy's bliss ...


*For Black-Eyed Susan's Favorite Tail-Rhyme Contest.
*Nov. 14, 2012. ...

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The colors 
of a sea, a distant sail 
on its edge.

A pearly flush.
The coast of an elegant 
cloud, the stretch

of a snowy
egret. The glide of a black- 
necked swan. Dusk.

The butter 
hues that baste the terrace,
in late afternoon:

the graceful 
sunlight that lifts the diamond
wings, of Spring....

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Vendetta formed in words and a hot paste
Intends to subject a foe to a baste
Teeth-tearing, throwing the pieces to waste
Read for someone to have a broken waste
Incredible lynching on the banned caste
Or verbal attacks, flying without haste
Letter of hatred giving a sour taste...

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Your love scrambled my heart as if it were a three egg omelet
  
 Breaking the shell of my soul till it crumbled 
  
 I am trying so hard just to forget 
 
 My inner self tumbled, bumbled 
 
 I felt shuffled 
  
 I feel ruffled 
  
 I would rather baste than forget 
  
 Or fry if our times you regret 
  
 My love muffled 
 
 My emotions coupled 
  
 Left with no appeal 
  
 Spending time, letting my soul heal...

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In the midst of weeping with a salty aftertaste.
There is a warm embrace of light, not waste.
Some stories are cloaked in frantic haste.
This is emerging in the midst of the chaste.
Lost to history, the tales of heroes and baste.
I'd wish to walk to the beach and lambaste.
While immersed in the eons-spanning waist.
The place of plentiful smiles and fish paste.

Written: June 04, 2023...

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We soak
We baste
We waste
We strain
Let's take care
Not to drain
Each other

We chop
We slice
We dice
Filet and sautee
Let's take care
What we say
To each other

We fire
We stoke
We smoke
We learn
Let's take care
Not to burn
Each other

We grill
We broil
We boil
Stew and barbeque
Let's take care
What we do
To each other

We fare
We wine
We dine
We fume
Let's take care 
Not to consume
Each other...

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There was a young hare, with way too much hair.
His fur snagged a grate, a fact not so great.
But he couldn’t bear to shave himself bare,
so he’ll have to wait till he loses weight.
I do not know when pride ever did win.
Escape before then? His chances were thin.
The process, slow paced when firm stuck like paste;
held up by his waist, it seemed such a waste.
On what’s this stew based? Hare braised in a baste…
...

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Dog sits staring at Bastet
She is regal
Her gold collar majestic
We are both mesmerized subjects
Her minions – the dog and I
Her silent subtle commands 
Are quickly answered
We bring her nip and her drink
We have both sensed the deep wrath
That is the undercurrent of this Egyptian cat
More powerful than a sand storm
More royal than any pharaoh ancient or otherwise
Baste sits, plotting our demise, designing our tombs.
The dog and I shudder....

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O êxito até parece o mais doce das coisas 
A quem já venceu ou não venceu na vida. 
Tem a ilusão de que é um néctar.

Entretanto, o êxito exige o mais doloroso pagamento. 
Todo êxito tem um Elemento de Vazio!
Sabe: Não se consegue lembrar 
De quando começou - ou se houve 
Um tempo em que não existiu.

Esse é o vazio do êxito...
Para brilhar e divulgar seu êxito se baste!
Não seja mais para ti que o pedestal;
No qual levante a estátua do teu ser....

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Strawberry blond

cats' eyes and freckled breasts

a voice of spiders web and silk

In my secret place

the love I've made to you transcends

the fact I never have

or ever will

taste the nectar of your flower

or baste in your sweet sweat, 

spit, you, and warmth

If you could take

the part of me that belongs to you

and hold it in your hand

You would know

I loved you before I saw you

and I love you now

the way water loves stone...

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Kebabs with sumac garnish
                                                            fit for an Angel
                                           veal onions eggplant squash add
                                                           cherry tomatoes
                                                         place onto skewer
                                                              charcoal grill
                                                                   baste !...

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Listen to poem:

Pickelina Pickelina, cutest dill from Pasadena 
she was hot, she was spicy with a crunch of very nicey 
With a dash of cosher dill she was Duken's favorite thrill 
was she gherkin was she Vlasic, what a bittersweet dill-emma ! 

Pickelina Pickelina middle name was Angelina 
thought she was a daffo-dill all decked up in lace and frill
Relished moments of pure taste, only needed one to baste 
Yes she was the sweetest dill, always dressed to over kill....

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I feel it in my hips,
I feel it in my hands.
I hate the drying lips,
I hate the swollen glands.

The wrinkling of my skin,
The bags under my eyes.
The disappearing grin,
Comes as no surprise.

No more can I taste,
No more can I savor.
The chicken that I baste,
Has lost all its flavor.

Oh, my aching back.
Oh, my tired bones.
Oh, my knuckles crack.
Oh, my constant groans.

The times that I regret.
The times I don't recall.
One thing I need to get,
A complete overhaul....

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Your love scrambled my heart as if it were a three egg omelet
  
 Breaking the shell of my soul till it crumbled 
  
 I am trying so hard just to forget 
 
 My inner self tumbled, bumbled 
 
 I felt shuffled, feeling muffled
  
 I feel ruffled, our times stumbled
  
 I would rather baste than forget 
  
 Or fry if our times you regret 
  
 My loves been shuttled 
 
 My emotions coupled 
  
 Left with no appeal 
  
 Spending time, letting my soul heal 

 Remembering, wanting to be with you....

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