Short Concocts Poems
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My son Scottie turned out to be an amazing chef
Whatever dish he concocts, it's up there with the best
Know not where it's from
But it's up with my thumb
Deserves the World Culinary Award he's up to the test
Fearless Avant Garde fashion witch concocts love potion number twenty-three
A glorious new elixir that truly makes new sense of “blessed be”.
There are many who watch her create this mysterious recipe.
Dancing with the ambiance of this sleek classy newcomer witch named Fee.
big bubbly buxom barista named bellowing Brinks
concocts convoluted creamy caramel coffee lattes
designing delicate extravagant energy drinks
enthusiastic exciting in so many wonderful ways
forming frothy fresh frappes and frozen fizzies
giving generous pieces of advice through the whizzies
Alone with my thoughts-
My Mind concocts
A thousand, million, billion dots
Connecting through my Brain
Colors spread through the depths of my Head
Then I wondered, "Am I dead?"
For no one ever said-
The Truth could hold such pain!
*An old experimental type piece written on LSD; the rhymes are meant to be irregular (I suppose lol)
I smell the fragrance of love
On the bed of crimson roses
Memories of thee beguiles me
And million emotions my heart encloses
Those eternal love-filled hours
Feel yet to be so few
Oh Love! Rush down my core
As this heart concocts the brew
Silent I lay beside you, all cuddled up
That drives me to the golden shore
Seeing through my inward eye, I become
Nostalgic to the days of yore
Winds blow; clouds thunder.
Occasional ephemeral storms
That this season concocts
According to its whims.
Chill spreads as suns set
Yet each twilight is painted,
Each different, in various hues.
It is a peculiar season, so appreciated.
Golden leaves fall, footsteps crunch.
At several houses, pumpkins glow.
Street vendors briskly sell their cooked chestnuts.
Let us embrace the beauty of Autumn.
Remember, Christmas is nigh.
I ask not who is king; I tell you all
it’s he who stirs the pot of darkest dreams,
whose genius then concocts tales that enthrall
his faithful fans, who relish silent screams
and feeling (underneath King’s spell) flesh crawl!
Andrea Dietrich/ Dec. 27, 2009
For Brian Strand's contest: A Literary Love Affair.
I really do have a love affair with Stephen King (whenever I open one
of his books or watch a movie based on one of his novels)
For 5TH POEM ON THE SOUP... Poetry Contest