Short Catered Poems
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Shabby chic was her decor.
She thrived in that old nostalgic aura.
Catered to her prolific muse.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Trump bombed Iran, a war he did start
Now he tries to get peace on the chart
While hedging their bets
Iran issued threats
So Trump hid in a catering cart
they've catered to crowds riotously angry
and brimming red hatted stadiums
but for wee places of worship
they're nailed shut with bullchit
it was never about safety, but ratings
Conscious confusion
Catered in this brain
A buffet of human duality
Left all to remain
Deft ears gather
Under a ladder
Oh so white
Till the end
Becomes clear
We will begin again.
jeden brillant mind
jeden shallow dance
jeden catered song
jeden backward glance
jeden sandal broken
jeden quiet bridge
jeden empty token
jeden quarter lost
dwa words spoken
sold out no cost
mastered beyond
the industrial findings
of mi inner self
catered to above
the mistic beliefs
of folklores dainty crafts
and yet i'm alone here
atlast voss comes into view
written by Mrs.Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
She looked at me with brightened eyes.
As if every word I spoke was such a sweet surprise.
In my weakened state she catered to my wounds,
Stopped the bleeding the best that she could do.
Hoping upon healing with her I'd choose to stay,
But instead I saved my strength and chose to fly away.
I met my perfect partner in the gym,
He gently catered to my wildest whim.
My every mood
He understood -
Turned out I wed transgender Pam, not Tim.
But by the time the fluid truth sank in,
He/She/They, Me were bonded skin to skin.
Pam, I love you,
#Hashtag Me Too -
Happily Ever After lies within.
The chores withheld and catered for,
un-tethered from your noose,
do you run and skip ahead?
A measured routine had quelled what you once knew,
what tomorrow's plans, sketched yesterday, lay down.
The very process to succeed,
your ambitious coded program
has crept grown and leveled dominance.
And now who works for who?
The decades pass and drag each moment.
he'd opened my heart again
above doubt he entered
tampering with a nesting abode
that was left dangling
after my last interlude where man
left torn wrappings beyond
my emotional wrath why I'd catered to
so well before an yet love had found me
at last inspite my sorted hints
and sudden gestures of naught
I suppose kindness bestowed
raptures best timeless beauty
He made special reservations at
the restaurant where we first met.
We were seated and catered
with the food and wine. Then
in the middle of
dinner, he pulled
out a small
volour
box...
He rose out of his seat and got down
on one knee and looked me in the
eye and said that he loved me.
The big surprise in the
little box was a
question and a
ring. Will you
marry
me?
Sunshine and stormy weather,
From egg,to feather,
Grains until I am matured,
Off to the boilers for sure,
Cluck,cluck,cluck no more,
Chopped or bi-sect in four,
Leg,wing and thigh,
Jerk,bar-b-que or fry,
Brown stew or curry,
Get me ready in a hurry,
Natural seasoning or powder spice,
Finger licking,I am so nice,
Rice and peas or mashed potato,
Done at home or nicely catered.......
we shed our garments
that lay on the cool tile
on the hottest day
no one existed
except you and i
and the pelican at bay
you wrapped wonderfully
around myself caressing
my thoughts my mind
my heart ran wild
as the tides raised in me
an excitement of joy
catered beneath my
panting lure ah ah ah
nestled a tranquil finding
of you and i
dancing inside my soul
Fresh to the world, nothing to think
having all rights to be catered for
with everything to drink
all goodies for it, in one link
and at it love and care constantly wink.
Enjoying a period so pink
lots of affectionate waters without a stink
with many shoulders beneath in case of a sink.
Life’s bustles only watch and blink
b’cos this little one isn’t yet ready
not even in sight of its brink
the solid structures
opens a sort of bliss
beneath cairo's lessons
the hardship of catered
gestures above a silver spoon
soiled linen long naps depicts
the empty soundless notions
a gentle force of completion
while the withered kindred
spirits soar across the sea
seeking wasted bread crumbs
and folded sheets
of racing thoughts captured
within a lessor mean
Written Mrs. Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
They long to be catered, treated, and trimmed.
They are like mortals hungry for manicures;
Like house pets pleading to be petted.
Many lawns are in a state of harm,
hindered by downpours of rain.
They envy the flowers and trees,
who have escaped a late freeze.
But they are endowed with patience.
They know that it won't be long now
before they will grace the properties
and wave gingerly as the cars rush by.
Considered a debonair through and through
I got used to the most expensive hotels.
And I was catered to and pampered, that's true,
oft dinning on steaks and oysters on half shells.
But I fell in love with the country in you,
and before I knew it, I heard wedding bells;
moved to the homestead, and watched the pigs fatten,
a combination of burlap and satin.
(Rispetto)
Mar.16, 2018
SPOILED
They have given her all her wishes,
All her wants catered to by the doting parents
Aided and abetted by the doting grandma
And a coterie of accomplices from the brigade of aunts.
No need to wait for for xmas or birthday for that special dress,
No need to build up the excitement of a trip to the circus,
No need to dream :
They have spoiled her youth.
They have in fact already stolen all her dreams.
11 April 2021
I was so busy loving you that I got
lost along the way.
I fell so head over heels for you that
I neglected me.
I no longer catered to my own needs
now I don't know who I am.
When I look into the mirror, foreign
eyes are staring back at me.
I've been fighting with all I can to
find me but I don't know where to
begin.
My journey of self-discovery may be
challenging and scary,
But it's a journey that I must take no
matter what.
The heavy drums roar
The light cymbals strike
The men hide inside the lion prop
The lion dances lively
The clown in front fans challengingly
The lion moves swiftly
The lion rolls smoothly
Suddenly the lion jumps into the air
For the lettuce and the red packet Hung high at the door
The lion dance will usher in
Luck and fortune
In an enlightening and bustling way
Foods are catered for friends and relatives
Showing generosity and prosperity
Here's the haughty elephant,
Won't eat food that's wrapped in cellophant.*
A catered meal is okay,
Like alfalfa or hay,
But most everything else is irrelevant.
The best of them try to abstain
From spirits like rum or champagne,
Which won't give them rabies,
But might lead to babies
Or ailments like gout and colitis.
Or, with this admonition,
A rare skin condition,
Some vets have called pachydermatitis.
*Thank you, Cowardly Lion, from "The Wizard of Oz"
you enter into my innermost calmness
chafed naught a crawling grapevine
and speared mustered seeds I'd beckoned
your tenderness your infamous timely
sorted kisses morbidly missed over time
driving over gravel searching for hidden
scents of blushing rosebuds that catered
to my senses why I'd explored your shyness
that emptied my kindness beyond a darkened
cave a sinking floor causing me to blush
beneath the mauve sky hidden
along Baghdad's humble shoreline
Not like this
it's like never before
it seems impossible
something we can't ignore
it's a something Spectacular
it's beyond incredible
it's sourta unreal
thought I'd let you know
Come to you
for you
catered especially for you
with you in mind
all interested
might find it interesting
ya'll get together
and let's do this thing
we can't cope
and aint no hope
unless
we are the best
forget all the rest
we the best
and everything else
is a strummers fiddle
One man’s opulence another
Might consider tacky,
Especially when catered to
By every spineless lackey.
Yet those who rake in riches
As their empire’s being built
Should, if empathy at all exists,
Feel just a little guilt.
So many struggle just to live
While barely getting by;
Still, we hear of millions being spent
By those who rule on high.
A little gilt can be too much
And for a would-be king,
A little guilt, at least, should come
From those who kiss his ring.
A heart that weeps silenced to what was left
Destroyed the hope only of love it kept
To give, To take in less more have been spent
Becoming was the cold in hell it bent
Why lone catered a simple minds repent
I love! I hate! phantom alone regret
Figured configured intertwined inlet
To yearn no need but use to need mindset
To be alone inside I must ingest
No love to keep my own had been to what neglect
Accept what is my own deserved expect
In that what Love mirrored my own reflect